Drake Restrained(5)

That aroused me. It wasn't merely the soft swell of her breast in my hand. It was the sound of her desire that finally ignited mine.

I pulled away and turned her back so that she faced the wall, my hips pressed against her butt, one hand slipping around her body to rip open her blouse, grab her breast beneath the fabric of her bra, squeezing it, tweaking her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned at that, pushing her butt against me.

I pressed my erection between the cheeks of her round ass, shutting off my mind so that I responded to her body, to her arousal, my hand slipping down her belly to her groin. I ran my hands over her thighs, then hiked up her skirt roughly, my fingers finding her thong. She was wet, her panties damp, her body ready for me.

I wrenched it aside so I could slip my fingers between her shaven folds to find her hard clit, which I teased with long slow strokes. When she moaned once more, I grabbed her skirt, pulling it up to bare her ass. She leaned forward, her arms on the wall while I ripped one side of her thong, sliding the remaining fabric down her thighs so that she was completely exposed. I knocked her legs apart with a knee and removed my erection from my boxer briefs before sliding it between her legs and over her pussy from behind.

She gasped as I stroked the tip over her clit again and again, pressing her body back to meet me. I knew she was aching to feel me inside of her, but I'd deny her for as long as I could.

There was no need for a condom as we were exclusive and had both been tested. I used them only with new subs until I knew they were healthy. It was a risk, and as a physician, I understood the risk, but I preferred it that way. I loved the feel of a woman’s pussy around my dick.

Nothing in the world felt as good, as exquisite, as mind-blowingly ecstatic as coming bareback inside a woman’s body.

I gripped her hips and pulled her into position so that she fell forward, her forearms on the wall, her thighs spread wide.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," I whispered in her ear, the tip of my erection teasing the entrance to her body. "But you're not going to come. Do you understand?"

"Please…" she whispered, her voice a whimper of need. "Please, Sir, let me come. I need to come."

"Why should you come, Allie? You deliberately disobeyed me."

"I was late getting home, Sir." Her voice was still a bit petulant. She hadn't submitted emotionally yet. I could feel it, a small bit of defiance making her less pliant than she should have been.

"No excuse," I said, knowing that we were at a crossroads. She would either start to obey in mind and body or she'd resist. If she complied immediately, I'd let her come. If she resisted, I’d punish her with orgasm denial.

If she did resist, it was more proof there was something seriously wrong with our relationship and that I could no longer deny it. She wasn't satisfied with the arrangement we had and we either had to renegotiate our terms or end things.

"You were talking on the phone when you could have been undressing and preparing yourself for me. Now, I'm going to be late."

"Why do you have to go?" Allie whined, craning her head back to me. "You promised me Thursday nights…"

I grabbed her hips and entered her with a single hard thrust. Despite her unwillingness to submit, I was still going to get an orgasm out of this mess so I began thrusting in earnest, focusing on my own pleasure, intent on coming as fast as I could with the least amount of effort to please her. I knew that she was pushing things as far as she could to get me to submit to her wishes when it should be the other way around.

She was more like Lara than I realized…

She was not going to top me from the bottom. I should have dragged her over to the bed and pushed her down over my knee, spanking her ass to drive home my disappointment in her disobedience, but I didn’t have time. Denying her an orgasm would have to be punishment enough.

As if she finally understood, she said and did nothing while I thrust inside her. I didn’t attempt to pleasure her at all, my hands gripping her hips, my focus on my orgasm.

I didn't enjoy straight fucking like that, usually preferring that I had completely spent my sub's need first, but I knew there would be no recovering from this – not tonight. Not without me being late for the gig. I didn’t want to be late, so I thrust intently until I came, white-hot pleasure exploding through me, but my orgasm was less than satisfactory. A hollow knot of disappointment in the pit of my stomach prevented me from truly enjoying myself.

Allie was left unfulfilled, which was my intent, but it didn’t feel like much of a victory nor did I think the lesson would be effective. Instead, it felt like total failure.

I had failed to acknowledge and deal with the signs that she wanted more from me than I wanted to give. I hadn't taken the time to sit with her and figure things out, get back on the right track and salvage the evening – and the relationship. When it came down to it, I was more intent on getting to O'Riley's on time than fixing things with Allie.