The Commitment (Unrestrained 2)

Soon, I felt desire build inside of me again and he slid the head of his cock against my labia, stimulating me with his shaft, before finally, entering me just a bit. The pressure of the plug and of his cock just inside of my body felt so good, I knew with a bit of stimulation on my clit I could come very easily.

Then he began to thrust, sliding slowly in and out, keeping his fingers on my clit as he leaned over my back.

"Oh, God, I'm going to…" I said, unable to finish my sentence. Drake didn't stop thrusting, and soon, I went over the edge, pleasure spreading through me, down my legs and up into my chest, my face hot and cold at the same time. My small cries of pleasure seemed to spur Drake on and he thrust harder and faster, and within moments of my orgasm, his began, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tightly against his body with each deep thrust.

Then he leaned over me, collapsing against me, his mouth on my shoulder.

As we lay there, recovering, I realized Drake was working me up to anal. Little by little, he was moving me where he wanted me to go. Part of me bristled at it, but part of me relished in the knowledge that he was busy planning his attack, marshaling his forces. One day, he'd claim me. I knew I'd enjoy it, despite all my misgivings.

Machiavellian was right…

CHAPTER FIVE

After we were finished, he washed me with a warm washcloth, tending to my needs.

"I think I want to stay here tonight," he said, his arms around me, his face nestled in the crook of my neck while I sat on his lap. "You should call your father and let him know."

I nodded and slipped out of his arms, going to where I'd dropped my bag to retrieve my cell. I dialed my father's number. After a few rings, he answered.

"Hi, sweetie. What's up?"

"We're going to stay at Drake's place in Chelsea tonight."

"What's it like? It's in that old apartment block by the Hudson, right?"

"It's really nice. He's converted the dining room into a music room."

"You two almost all ready to leave? We're sure going to miss you both."

"Just a bit more packing but yes, we're almost ready."

"OK, sweetie. You have a good night and we'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Daddy."

I ended the call and quickly checked my email, Drake's eyes on me. In my inbox was a letter from Dawn. I sat on the bed beside him and opened it, dreading the contents for we were still not on speaking terms.

"What is it?" Drake said, reaching out to squeeze my arm.

"An email from Dawn."

He exhaled heavily. "What trouble is she trying to raise now?"

I read the letter over.

Kate,

I know you're leaving Manhattan for Africa with Drake Morgan. I've been speaking with one of the nurses from New York Presbyterian. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. Being all alone with him in a foreign country? Completely dependent on him? That's not the independent Kate I know. What happened to her to make her choose submission? You hated Kurt and what he did to you. I remember you crying on my shoulder for hours.

Please, Kate. Make sure you keep in touch with the American Consulate in case you need someone to rescue you in the night when one of his bondage scenes goes too far or when he loses control. I know it could because I spoke with one of Drake's former slaves that my sleuthing uncovered. Her name is Sunita. Ask him about her. See what he tells you and what excuses he makes. He may not mean to hurt you, but this is dangerous, Kate.

I hope I'm not saying 'I told you so' one day but that's what I fear.

I bit my lip. Damn her. She certainly knew how to ruin my happiness. I should have blocked her emails, but a part of me longed for us to reconcile. For her to finally understand and accept.

"What is it?" Drake said, leaning up close, his chin on my shoulder as he looked over it to my cell.

I closed the email program and turned to him. He rested on his elbow, his blue eyes intense as if he was waiting for bad news.