Gifted Connections 3 - Page 85

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it above my head. “Hopefully the same thing I’ve had on my mind too much lately,” he muttered. He grabbed the back of my head with one of his hands as he plundered my lips with his own. His other hand was busy caressing my skin.

I felt a pull in my stomach as warmth spread between my legs. I began to unbutton his chef’s coat, eager to feel his skin against my fingertips. When he noticed my impatience, he chuckled softly and helped me remove his coat and T-shirt.

“You should be studying,” he said reluctantly as he removed my bra. His words contradicted his movements before he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Later. I need you now.” I moaned.

He stood up abruptly, and I yelped in surprise before I hastily wrapped my legs around his waist. “I need you too,” he murmured as he carried me to his room.

He went to lower me onto the bed, and I sat up. “Get undressed,” I told him. “I have to go use the bathroom.” I fibbed as a thought occurred to me.

I still had lingerie I had yet to wear for any of them, and I remembered his desire to see me in a French maid’s costume. It wasn’t quite the same, but somehow I knew he would appreciate it. It wasn’t often that I had an opportunity to wear any of it. Thanks to Dawn and Rachel, they were steadily supplying me with Cosmo, and I started using them as a study guide of sorts. It’s not like I had any experience before, and I wanted to make my men happy. I wanted to figure out what turn-ons they had.

“Hurry up,” he urged me before kissing me once more.

I laughed. “Okay.”

I gently closed his door behind me before I went to my closet and withdrew the container I kept on the top shelf. Anything I didn’t want anyone to stumble across was stored here. I briefly rifled through them before I pulled out crimson red lingerie along with garters and thigh highs. I grabbed the only pair of heels I owned that weren’t boots and slipped into the bathroom.

I hurriedly donned on my new outfit before I lost the nerve. It was one thing to read about it, but another to apply it in action. I stared at myself and had to admit Dawn and Rachel had good taste in lingerie. I pulled my hair out of my ponytail holder and ran my fingers through my hair. I slipped on my stilettos and walked back across the hall. I opened Drake’s door and noticed him lying on his bed with a sheet draped across his lap.

“Blake,” he breathed out as he sat up.

“Is that my name tonight?” I asked him saucily. “I’m sorry, sir, but I didn’t bring my feather duster or the right uniform tonight.”

Understanding dawned on his face before a smile formed around his lips. He stood up from the bed and I noticed his erection immediately. “You know what happened the last time you didn’t come to work in the proper uniform?”

I had to stop from gaping at him. My normally shy, reserved man adopted a new persona in moments. It was like he was another person. His voice had become harder, more clipped.

“I’m sorry, sir. I forgot,” I tried to sound meek as I bowed my head.

“Climb on the bed and get on your hands and knees,” he commanded me.

I climbed on the bed and looked over my shoulder as he reverently caressed my skin. I made a sound close to a purr in the back of my throat. His fingers sent goosebumps down my skin. I was surprised when I felt his fingers slide my underwear to the side, grazing me. I hissed and closed my eyes.

He made a sound deep in the back of his throat when he realized how ready I was for him. After several more moments of his touches, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, Drake,” I cried out to him.

I was shocked when his hands connected with my rear. He rubbed it, and warmth quickly replaced the sting. “Is that the way you speak to your employer?”

“No, sir,” I keened as he spanked me once more. It hurt, but I was surprised to find I enjoyed it too.

After his third spank, I gasped as I felt him sink into me. My body barely accommodated him before he was withdrawing and sliding back in. I moaned in pleasure; the pleasure and pain were a fine line I was experiencing. Every time I felt myself getting close to unraveling, he would stop and caress me some more. It was like he was reading my mind as he drove me to higher heights.

When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his pace quickened. He reached around and began stroking my core with knowing fingers. I felt the tension within rise to its ultimate crescendo, and I cried out my release. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me and I collapsed as he found his own release. He gathered me close before rolling over onto his back. He cradled me to his chest, his breathing heavy.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, concern lacing his voice. My gentle, shy man was back.

I smiled as I pushed up onto my elbows. “What do you think?”

“I think I was rough, and I think I might have spanked you a little too hard. You still bare my marks,” he looked both remorseful and smug as he peered down my body.

I laughed and laid my head back onto his chest. “I think that’s exactly what I needed.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too. It’s been a…long week.”

“Who are you telling?” I sighed as I began to trace his skin with my fingertips. “Ever wonder what life would be like if we chose not to come here?”

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