Drake Forever (Unrestrained 7)

Kate

The first time I went to the Russian Tea Room with Drake, I didn't know what to expect.

It was our first date and he was completely new to me. I didn't quite know how his mind worked, but I was about to find out. Despite my fears about being alone with him, that night had been amazing, and now when I entered the Russian Tea Room, wearing a slinky black dress that Drake picked out, my hair done up, with my special black velvet submissive collar with the diamond tear drop pendant, I knew exactly what to expect.

I was still almost giddy with excitement despite the intervening years and despite knowing Drake so well that I could anticipate his words and deeds.

We entered the elevator that would take us up to the third floor, which Drake had reserved for the evening. When the doors closed, he pulled me against his body, grinding his hips into mine.

"Excited are you, Mrs. Morgan?"

"You know it, Dr. Morgan," I replied and leaned against him, sighing in delight when his arms went around me. He was wearing a very expensive suit with a crisp white shirt and royal blue silk tie that brought out the blue in his very blue eyes. He gazed down at me, his eyes half-lidded, his black eyelashes long enough to make a girl envious.

He was -- gorgeous. And he was all mine.

Although, in truth, I was all his. He had me wrapped around his fingers, but that was exactly the way I liked it.

"We have a few moments to wait before they arrive," he said, a gleam in his eye. "I wonder what we could do in that time..."

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

He bent down a bit more to kiss me, a smile quirking his lips, but before we could, the elevator doors opened behind us and reality set in once more. We left the elevator and entered the opulent space, the tables dressed in white linen and silverware, crystal glasses and candles everywhere. It was our anniversary and instead of having everyone over to our place, which was crowded, or to my parent's place, which was smaller than their previous apartment on Park Avenue, we decided to rent out the entire third floor of the Russian Tea Room and have our anniversary dinner catered.

Heath and his wife and children would be arriving, but Sophie stayed home with Karen Mills. Sophie was too young still to be staying up so late, and so we decided to leave her at home. Karen was a great sitter and Sophie always looked happy to see her each time she stayed with Sophie so Drake and I could go out on a date night.

Drake took my hand and led me to a set of plush sofas off to the side of the space. He sat and then pulled me down so that I straddled him, one thigh on each side of his lap.

"Dr. Morgan, what if the wait staff come up and find us?" I asked, leaning down to him, my forehead pressed against his.

"I imagine they'll get an eyeful," he replied, one hand sliding up my thigh and then around to my buttock. "Right now, I want a kiss. And my wish is to grope my beautiful wife a bit before everyone else arrives."

"Your wish is my command," I said with a smile. I kissed him, our mouths pressed together, warm and firm before opening to each other. The touch of his tongue on mine sent a thrill through my body. His hand moved up from my hip and around to my breast, which he squeezed while he kissed me more deeply, his tongue exploring me. My heart raced when he pulled down the strap of my dress and exposed the top of my breast. Then, he ran his tongue along the top, over the swell of my breast before pulling the fabric down even farther to bare one nipple, which tightened when exposed to the cool air.

When he took my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around the areola, I gasped with pleasure, a sweet sensation jolting through my body right to my clit.

"Oh, God," I murmured, trying to keep my voice down. "If you keep that up, I'll be wet all evening."

"That's my goal," he said and looked at me, his eyes narrowed. "I want you wet and aching and thinking of how I'm going to tie you up and fuck you senseless when we get back home later tonight. I want you in sweet agony thinking about it, imagining it so that you'll come from the slightest touch of my tongue on your clit and then my cock inside of you."

I closed my eyes and imagined it. We had started to include a bit of bondage back into our sex life, and it made me feel like I did when we were first together. Breathless. Under his total and expert control, my body his to command. Anticipating what he would do and when he would do it.

I left our sex life up to Drake and luckily, our libidos and our desires matched perfectly so I was never worried if he was happy or satisfied. I knew he was.

I was as well.

Of course, it was at that moment that Drake's cell chimed, ending the moment. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his cell, reading a text.