My whole body tensed as I came, the pleasure making my eyes close despite my best efforts to keep them open.
"Look at me," Drake commanded and I had to pry my eyes open. But I managed to, and saw the pleasure on his face, the delight in watching me. "That's so good, Katherine."
When my orgasm subsided, I collapsed against him, my arms around his neck, my face pressed against his shoulder.
He let me sit there for a few moments while I recovered. When I felt able, I sat up straight again and met his eyes. He was smiling that lopsided grin.
"So?" I said, licking my lips. "Was that what you wanted to see?"
"Exactly what I wanted to see, Ms. Bennet. I believe I might make this a regular part of our lovemaking."
"Lovemaking?" I said, surprised he used that word. "That wasn't lovemaking. It was me fucking you until I came."
He leaned closer to me and kissed me. "Whatever you say."
I laid my head against his shoulder again, then I started to move on him, but he stopped me.
"My turn," he said and lifted me up, turning us over while keeping himself inside of me.
I couldn't hold back my smile. "We're really a very vanilla couple," I said while he positioned himself above me.
"We are. We'd be booed out of the dungeon. Now, be quiet Ms. Bennet. You talk far too much, like your namesake." He silenced me with a kiss and that was the end of our playful banter.
He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my feet rested on the side. He took my hips in his hands and began to thrust, watching as his cock slid inside of me as he thrust. He reached up to squeeze a breast, then leaned down to suck my nipple, his hands running over my body as if he was hungry to touch me. He took my feet in his hands and held them, spreading my thighs wide, all the time watching himself as he fucked me, his face flushed red, his lips parted. A flush spread over his chest as his thrusts increased in tempo and I watched as his orgasm started, a grimace of pleasure spreading on his face, his teeth clenched, and then his face slackened as he began to ejaculate.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck…" He thrust slow and deep, his eyes closed, his face a mask of pleasure.
When he was done, he collapsed onto me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Drake dressed quickly after we finished washing up and left the apartment with a promise to return later after several meetings he had at the hospital, wrapping up his work before we left.
After I dressed, I peeked into his kitchen and examined his fridge contents. All healthy food – slightly wilted greens, a drawer full of fruits, almond milk, cream for coffee, condiments. There was some whole grain cereal in a cupboard and multigrain bread in a breadbox. I had toast with unpasteurized honey, tea and an orange. I walked through Drake's apartment, touching the piano keys, examining the photos his father had taken of various bands in the 70s and 80s.
I went to Drake's bondage cabinet and looked at the cuffs and leather straps, the rope and assorted sex toys. Would I become this kinky little thing, like he thought I was?
I had the sense that Drake knew what he was doing. He said I'd enjoy it, if I let myself. Where would he take me?
If he had been more sadistic, if he really had wanted to hurt me, would I still be here or would I have run?
Then my cell trilled. I rifled through my bag and found it. It was Lara. I answered and her voice sounded pleased to talk to me.
"Hiya, Kate. Drake asked me to call you."
"He already spoke to you about this?"
"You bet he did. He's concerned that you'll get the wrong idea about Sunita."
"My friend Dawn—"
"How can you call her a friend? She tried her best to break you two up and almost succeeded."
"We go back a long way. I owe her a lot."
"Well, whatever. I think you're far too forgiving." She sighed on the other end of the connection. "So, what do you need to know about Sunita…"
"I told Drake I didn't need to call you."
"He wanted me to call. Hold for a moment. I have to close my door."
I waited and heard rustling of papers before she came back on the line.
"So, when I first met Drake, we took a course on abnormal psychology together. We studied sexual deviance that semester and read up on BDSM, debating whether it was a sign of deviance or just a normal human sexual variant. He was fascinated by sadism and masochism. I thought it was because he was into it, either as a masochist or sadist. Sometimes really high-achieving men like to submit in the bedroom. It's a stress release."
She paused for a moment and I heard her take a sip of a drink. "I was already active in the lifestyle, but he was this bright-eyed junior and had no familiarity with kink outside of porn with a bit of spanking or hair pulling. You know, the usual vanilla stuff. So I thought he was really into it. I didn’t realize at the time that it was the scientist in him. The future-physician, the hopeful psychoanalyst. He was curious, but more because he was interested in the mind. Not because it was a kink."