Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"It was game over for both of us," he said, smiling softly.

I snuggled into his arms for a moment, enjoying his scent, a mixture of his aftershave and his own maleness. "I seem to recall you saying something about being a slave-girl, with body lotions and massage oils…" A half-smile on his lips and a gleam in his eye told me he was ready for more than talk.

"We fall out of our roles pretty easily," he said. "I'm such a bad Dom."

"No you aren't." I pulled back and frowned. "You're exactly right for me."

He nodded slowly. "We're right for each other. I should enforce my rules, be a little stricter with discipline though. To make things more enjoyable. Speaking of which, I want you to be my slave-girl for the rest of the night, Katherine…"

I smiled back. "Your wish is my command, oh Sultan."

He kissed me, his lips warm against mine, his mouth tasting a bit like wine. As soon as his tongue touched mine, a jolt of desire went through me and my body responded to the promise of his touch.

He pushed me down onto the couch, his hand slipping under the hem of my dress, pulling it up so that he felt my garters and the tops of my hose. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh before slipping between them to test how ready I was. Of course, I was more than ready, my body responding to the very thought of Drake.

"I want you to take me into the bedroom, undress me, and then I want a full body massage with some nice oil. I want you naked except for your hose and garters. I want you to do all the work. Ride me like a bull."

"A bull, Sir?" I said, batting my eyelashes, trying to sound coy.

"That's right," he said, trying hard not to grin. "A bull. I'm going to enjoy watching you make yourself come on my cock."

My eyes widened. I stood and took his hand, pulling him behind me as I led him to the bedroom. I was only too happy to be his little slave-girl for the evening. The thought he wanted me to ride him like a bull made me want to laugh but it also sent a thrill through me because it wasn’t something I would usually think of. The thought that he was making me do it made it particularly arousing. Like I was being a bad girl, wanton, to take my pleasure using his body while he watched.

I led him to the side of the bed and began undressing him, biting my lip, trying hard not to smile.

"You can smile," he said, a lilt in his voice. "Men like it when their lovers are pleased, excited, enjoying it."

I smiled widely at that and finished removing his shirt, throwing it on the bench at the foot of our bed. He wa

s hard, of course, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers, and so I knelt and ran my lips over his length, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from him. I unzipped his pants while still on my knees and pulled down both his pants and his boxer briefs so that his cock fell out heavy and thick in front of me, moisture at the tip. I ran my tongue all over him, from the base to the head, before taking him into my mouth for a brief suck. He groaned when I took him inside as far as I could, swallowing around him and making a moan of pleasure myself, knowing how good it felt when I did.

I pulled away and he stepped out of his clothes so that he stood naked and magnificent before me, his well-muscled body, his smooth skin, his thick cock erect. Then, I removed my sundress so that I was naked except for the hose and garters, as he wanted.

I pulled back the covers so that only the bottom sheet remained, for I didn't want the new quilt to get oil on it. Then, I pushed him on the chest softly. "Lie down, Sir, while I get the massage oil."

He smiled and crept back onto the bed, lying in the center, his hands behind his head. He watched as I went to the bathroom to get the massage oil I bought at the hotel spa and returned with it.

"On your stomach, if you please, Sir," I said, smiling.

"Oh, I please," he said, his voice husky.

He lay on his stomach, his head resting on his hands, and I crawled over top of him, straddling his hips, the bottle of oil in hand. I poured some of the oil onto his back and began rubbing it all over him, enjoying the firmness of his muscles under my hands. I spent time on his arms, neck and shoulders, knowing he must be tense after a long day of surgery, and he sighed heavily when I did. My hands moved lower, and I began working his lower back and hips, then his upper thighs, which were thick and powerful, before I worked on his calves. Last but not least I worked his glutes, which were firm and round. He groaned a bit at that, and I smiled. I slipped my fingers between his thighs and he spread them a bit so I could stroke his balls.

It wasn't like Drake to let me do so much to him. Usually, it was Drake doing these things to me but I guess it was all right because I was acting as his slave-girl

"Turn over now, if you wish, Sir."

"I wish you’d call me Master instead," he replied, turning over. "Master does rather go with slave-girl after all."

"Yes, Master," I said, although I was starting to prefer Sir.

I straddled his thighs once he was on his back, his hands behind his head so he could watch. His cock was very hard and erect now, and in his eyes was a look of pure lust. I knew he loved my garters and hose, and the fact that the rest of me was naked… I felt quite wanton as I leaned over him, my hands on either side of his shoulders and looked in his eyes.

"Would you permit this slave to kiss you first, Master?" I said lightly. His eyes moved down my body as I leaned over him, my thighs spread wide, my breasts exposed as well as everything else.

"I would permit it," he said, a hint of humor in his voice. "Make sure you kiss all of me. Don't neglect the other parts."

"I would never dream of it," I said and bent down to kiss him, my lips pressing against his, holding there for a moment before slipping my tongue inside. He groaned a bit when I pressed myself against his erection, sliding along it.