The Commitment(4)

"Oh, I have so many plans, Ms. Bennet," he said and pulled me to the closet, where he removed my coat and held it out for me. "You'll just have to be a good submissive and wait to find out." He opened his eyes wide at that, reminding me I was supposed to be in sub mode.

"I'm still learning what being a good submissive means," I said and slipped the coat on. "I'm always questioning everything."

He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "That's how I knew you and I would be so good together. You want to know, to understand. I love to teach. We're perfect together."

I smiled and leaned back against him. We were.





CHAPTER TWO





The Russian Tea Room was busy when we arrived. After we removed our coats, a hostess took us in the elevator to the fourth floor Hearth Room, which Drake had reserved for the evening, sparing no expense. As the elevator rose, Drake stood slightly behind me, his arms around me, pressing his already-hard erection against me while the hostess stood at the front of the elevator, making pleasant conversation.

When we arrived on the fourth floor, the hostess led the way to our private dining room. My skin tingled as Drake took my hand in his, running his thumb over my knuckles. The Hearth Room was all gilded chairs and white tablecloths with sparkling crystal, the walls deep maroon, the floors polished wood and covered with Persian carpets. In the center of the room stood the hearth, and on either side were tables. In one wing, a set of plush dark sofas faced each other across a coffee table.

Drake led me to the sofas where tiny buckwheat crepes called blini, caviar and vodka had been laid out on the mirrored surface. Once the hostess left, Drake pulled me down onto his lap and began to feed me blini smeared with caviar, sour cream and minced red onions.

I lay across his lap, my arm around his shoulder, and enjoyed the delicious savory taste of the caviar, the creaminess of the sour cream, the bite of the onion all wrapped together in the tiny crepe.

Drake handed me a shot glass of vodka, which I downed after he toasted us. The vodka warmed my throat and belly, and soon, I was so relaxed, I barely noticed when Drake's hand slipped once more beneath my dress to caress my thigh where the tops of my nylons met my lace garters. After we finished off another blini, my eyes closed in pleasure, Drake stood up and left me on the couch, going to the double doors and closing them, so that we were cut off from the other rooms. I stood up, adjusting my dress and turned to the washroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said, eyeing me with a frown.

"Just to freshen up before my parents get here."

"You look beautiful just the way you are," he said and came to my side, his gaze moving over my face. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse. "Now."

He grabbed me and pulled me close, his lean hard body pressed against mine, one hand at the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair.

"Drake," I said, barely able to speak. "My parents are supposed to arrive…"

"Not for at least fifteen minutes. That gives me plenty of time, so relax, Katherine," he said, his voice commanding. He fingered the collar around my neck, touching the diamond pendant that hung at the base of my throat. "I gave the establishment strict instructions that we aren’t to be disturbed until your parents arrive. When they do, they'll call my cell first, and won't send them up until I say."

He tilted my head up and covered my mouth with his, his lips soft in contrast to the hardness of his erection grinding into my belly. I moaned as his tongue found mine, sucking me into his mouth possessively, his kiss growing in intensity while his hands roved over my ass, squeezing a buttock, pulling me even closer.

My hands found his hair, running through it, grabbing it and pulling him down to me and that elicited a growl from him, his kiss becoming even more devouring. Heat from his body seeped into mine, warming me, making my heart pound. Every inch of my skin seemed on fire where he touched it, my throat with his lips, under the hem of my dress with his wandering hand. He inhaled deeply when he felt the top of my stockings, the clip of my garter, then the naked skin of my pussy.

"Fuck, I need you, right now." His voice was low and deep, animalistic, making my breath catch in my throat. He lifted my thigh and ground his hardness into me.

Then, he pushed me down on the couch so that I lay beneath him, his hips between my thighs. He kissed me deeply, pressing himself against me, grinding his hips, and his nicely thick and hard erection, into me. I gasped when he slid down my body and lifted my dress, baring my lower body before delivering a rain of kisses all over me, from my belly to my inner thighs.

"Drake," I said, my body stiffening. I thought that he would only slip his hand up my dress – not eat me with my dress up to my waist.