The Commitment (Unrestrained 2)

We sat like that for a while, his warmth penetrating me, making my heart swell.

"I was afraid you'd throw me over as being too much trouble," I said.

"Never." He brushed hair off my cheek. "You know I enjoy a challenge. You do forget to use the proper form of address now and then, and there are times that I know you want to ask me what my plans are, but overall, I couldn't be happier."

"I'm trying to be a better sub."

"I'm trying as well," he said. "Trying to earn your trust."

I sighed. "I want to trust you completely," I said, thinking of how I regretted watching the video of him with Sunita, and not telling him about Kurt. "You've never hurt me on purpose. You proved to me that I can enjoy things I never thought I could. You pushed me when I was reluctant, when I was uncertain."

"When you're uncertain about something, it usually indicates ambivalence. You're attracted and repelled at the same time. When you're uncertain, if I can push you a bit, you may discover you can enjoy things you wrote off."

I nodded. Then I grinned. "So, if I want you to do something, I should pretend I'm uncertain of it? Would that encourage you to push, so that I'd submit in spite of my reluctance?"

He smiled, but then put on a mock-frown. "That would be very bad, Katherine. Topping from the bottom is generally frowned on. Honesty is the best policy."

"I was kidding."

"I'm serious," he said and turned my face to his. "If you want me to do something, if it brings you pleasure, I'll do it gladly."

I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder.

"There will be a few bumps along the way, Kate. It's inevitable, but as long as we're honest with each other, we'll be happy."

We spent the next hour listening to music and talking about our trip, our itinerary, the unpacking, and where we'd stay for the first few weeks until we found a place to live. He had a real estate agent lined up to show us short-term rentals and so we would spend our first weekend traveling around Nairobi, seeing various properties in the most prestigious areas where expats lived. Once we had a place, we’d move in.

That was it – there was not much for me to do but sit back and enjoy the ride.

It was a ride I never expected to take that day I went to the café in Manhattan to meet the Dom Lara had arranged to teach me about BDSM, about D/s and submission. There had been so much doubt about whether we could be together right from the start. But we'd made it through it all and now, were just starting our new life as a couple. Drake pulled me into his arms and kissed me, pushing me down onto the couch, his body lying between my thighs.

As usual, his intensity almost overwhelmed me, making my pulse race. I closed my eyes, sighing with pleasure. I had no idea what the future held for us, but was willing to finally just give in and let life take me where it would.

This – here with Drake on our way to Kenya – was exactly where I wanted to be.

The music ended and a pleasant silence passed between us. I wondered when we'd have sex. Drake had promised earlier that he had something special planned for dessert and I was excited, thinking he meant we'd eat each other. While he went to the bathroom, I stood on the balcony and watched the ocean below.

Then, Drake came to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands slipping around my waist. He kissed the top of my head. I leaned against him, my eyes closing.

"What are you doing, Ms. Bennet?"

"Watching the stars. They're amazing here, in such a tiny village."

He pulled me even closer into his embrace and we stood outside, the warm night air soft on my skin. The sky was completely dark and because it was a moonless night, the stars were really visible, the Milky Way a broad expanse of stars like diamond dust.

"We never did have dessert," he said, his voice husky, his breath warm on my shoulder.

"Mmm, no we didn't," I said, glancing up at the sky. "What do you fancy, Dr. Delish?"

"Dr. Delish?" he said and laughed.

"That's what the nurses call you."

"I thought it was Dr. D."

"That too. And Dr. Dangerous."

"Dr. Delish," he said, one hand roving up and down my body, his mouth on my neck. "I think I like Dr. Dangerous. Gives me a better ambience, for a Dom."