“Good girl,” he said and began to thrust, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, pulling me against him with each thrust.
Then he fucked me hard and fast and in the end, he didn’t let me come. His orgasm started when I was still aroused but not nearly stimulated enough to go over. I bit my lip, trying not to be disappointed, but he had a reason.
When he was finished, he lay on top of me for a moment, his mouth beside my ear.
I wanted to say something, but kept quiet, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.
“I want you aroused and in need all evening, Katherine,” he said. “I want you to imagine how it will feel when I push you back onto the bed in one of Claire’s spare bedrooms, while the party is going on, and eat you. I think it’ll be a fitting way to say goodbye, and if people find us in the spare bedroom with your legs wrapped around my neck while I make you come with my tongue, all the better. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, God,” I said, my already swollen flesh throbbing again at the thought. “I love the way your mind works, Master.”
“I know you do,” he said and playfully bit my shoulder. “Now stand still while I watch my come slide down your leg…”
He pulled out of my body and stepped back, enjoying the sight I afforded, my ass bare, my thighs spread, and his semen as evidence that he owned me completely.
“How will I make it through the night?” I whispered.
“You’ll make it,” he said and smiled. Then he took a washcloth and wet it, cleaning me off before taking care of himself. When he was done, he leaned back over me, his face beside mine, and kissed my ear. “This will keep your mind off other things. When you have to see Sam and Claire, think of me on my knees before you, eating you.”
My heart skipped a beat at that, for although the prospect of Drake making me come with his mouth excited me, the prospect of anyone finding us made me nervous.
“It wouldn’t get you in trouble?”
“What?” Drake said and lifted me up, turning me around to face him. He stroked my hair and adjusted the shoulder of my dress. “Being caught in flagrante delicto is not something to worry about. I expect it would be a source of envy and admiration for both the men and women I used to work with.”
“You are so bad,” I said and smiled when he bent down to kiss me.
“You love it,” he replied with a grin.
He was right. I did love it.
I loved him.
We arrived at Claire and Michael’s home about thirty minutes later. I had quickly fixed my hair, tucking loose strands back into my bun, and finished my makeup. Then we took the BMW to their home in another one of Nairobi’s gated communities where many of the foreign doctors, businessmen and professionals lived.
Their home was amazing. A sprawling rancher with a closed in swimming pool and patio, a wide expanse of lawn and several mature trees, it was very nicely appointed and decorated. Everything was perfect. I could tell Claire took a lot of pride in her home, the garden, the furnishings and decorations. There were delicious canapés and a large bar with every kind of drink you could hope for.
About twenty people mingled in the living room and dining room, spilling out onto the porch. I glanced around and saw Sam, dressed to the teeth with a sexy black dress, which highlighted her stunning long platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She stood at the side of the living room with a drink in her hand and if looks could kill, I’d have been dead in an instant. Camille stood beside her and I could only imagine what they said about me. I felt underdressed compared to her, and smoothed out the skirt, which had become rumpled in the car on the way over.
“Relax,” Drake whispered in my ear. “You look ravishing. And I’m going to ravish you,” he said and nibbled my neck, seemingly unconcerned that we were being watched by practically everyone in the room. He took my hand in his then leaned in once more to whisper again. “When I give you the signal, I want you to go in search of the bathroom at the rear of the house. Go into the far bedroom and wait for me.”
I glanced up into his eyes, searching for whether he was serious. “Are you sure about this?” I said, my voice breaking from nerves.
“Completely,” he said and raised his eyebrows.
“What’s the signal?” I whispered.
“You’ll know it when you see it.” Then he placed my hand on his arm. “Now, let’s get a drink and start to circulate.”
So we did, each of us getting a glass of wine and then Drake took me around to visit with all his students and colleagues. I stood beside him and listened to each of them say how sad they were to see him go, recounting stories of the OR or classroom. Drake was very popular among his students and they all seemed genuinely sad that he wouldn’t be staying to teach in the fall semester.
Then, about an hour in, I heard Michael’s voice at the front door and turned to look.
Sefton.
What the hell? Had Claire purposely invited him to the party to upset Drake and me?
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Drake said under his breath. I could practically feel the anger radiating off him as he stood beside me.