Drake Restrained(33)

"She wants to talk to a male Dom. I thought of you as the best candidate for a discussion of male dominants and what they want and how they train a new sub. Besides, you're a natural teacher."

I stirred my soup for a moment. I relied on Lara to find me new subs, and I felt I couldn't refuse.

"Who is she?"

"You can't know who she is, Drake. She wants to learn more about D/s but has a high profile family and doesn’t want anyone to know she's interested," she said, eyeing me over her coffee. "She's a writer and is curious."

"Why is she special?"

"She's a new acquaintance with connections I want to cultivate. Can you do me a big favor and help her? Use those famed teaching skills of yours?"

I frowned, not really sure I wanted to be interviewed.

"She's not a sub?"

"I suspect she is," Lara said. "But she hasn’t admitted it to herself yet. Had a boyfriend who wanted to try things out and she freaked and ended the relationship. Now she can’t stop thinking about it. Don't tell her I told you that, though," Lara said and held up her hand. "I suspect this is more than just research. She's really conflicted and wants to remain totally anonymous."

"So do I," I said, considering the offer. "For obvious reasons."

“You know, one of these days you’re going to have to settle down and find a permanent partner. Have a real relationship.”

I frowned. Maybe down the road in my forties, I would settle down, but I was happy with the way things were. I worked more than sixty hours a week and barely had time for the band and fitness let alone a relationship. Since my divorce five years ago, my submissives had provided me with all the sex I needed, I enjoyed the bondage and dominance and the fact that they went away after our sessions and left me alone until the next meeting.

"So you'll meet with her?" Lara said, regarding me while I ate.

I shrugged and finished my sandwich, a bit apprehensive about the whole thing.

“Come on Drake,” she said, her voice impatient. “Do this favor for me.”

"Sure," I said finally. "But you owe me – big time."

We ate in silence for a moment, but of course, now I was curious about this young woman who wanted to interview me.

"What's she like?" I said, trying to sound casual.

"You'll love her," Lara said, waving her hand in dismissal. "She seems really sweet."

"I'm not supposed to love her. I'm supposed to teach her," I said, correcting her.

"You'll teach her, then," Lara said and rolled her eyes. "She's pretty, and smart and despite her cover story, I think she's interested in this for real, but she's afraid, Drake. There are reasons she wants to remain anonymous, having to do with her background and family. Still, you might want to seduce her a bit. I have a feeling with a bit of your magic, she'd be signing the dotted line for real."

"I love a challenge," I said and smiled. "I love a reluctant sub who needs a lot of coaxing. You know me."

"I do know you and that’s precisely why I asked you. Here's the contract she would sign, if this was for real." Lara reached into her briefcase and passed a document to me. I took it and reviewed the pages. It was pretty vanilla, with only a few references to bondage, hair pulling and maybe some light spanking.

I still didn't completely comprehend the need I had to be dominant, the need of these women who wanted me to be in control of them or where it came from, although I had a lot of theories. Frankly, I'd been too busy for the last few years to try to understand it. I was simply turned on by having a woman completely under my control. Helpless. Breathlessly waiting for what I would do next, dying for me to fuck her.

I liked the trust they placed in me, allowing me to tie them up so they were completely helpless and under my power. When they were restrained, when the last cuff was attached and they were bound and blindfolded, there was a moment of pure release as they went into subspace. Then, the submissive was open to anything, highly responsive, primed for pleasure.

I liked to train them so that they came really fast, multiple times, sometimes with just a few words, a few touches, a few licks, a few strokes, most of the buildup mental rather than physical.

Most men spent far too little time attending to their lover's mental state, so focused on the physical aspects of sex, of dicks and pussies, tits and ass, but I found that the mental preparation was the most important part of a sexual relationship. The small touches, meaningful words, the glances, the longing, the buildup, the rising desire. The actual physical act of fucking was the smallest part of it. The denouement. If you spent enough time working a woman up without even touching her, sex would be explosive.