The Commitment(23)

"Did you take some Tylenol?"

I nodded.

"Feeling better?"

I nodded. Then, he bent back down and kissed me, his mouth covering mine possessively. Of course, the touch of his lips on mine sent a thrill through my body.

"Mmm, I love it when you're all warm and sleepy," he said, smiling. He ran his fingers over the swell of my breast above my sweater. "I want to ravish you every time I see you after we've been apart."

I smiled back as he leaned down, his face nuzzling the crook of my neck. "I feel the same way. Except I want you to do the ravishing."

"That's my little subbie." Then, his lips followed his fingers, traveling down my neck to my collar, and then over it to my chest. He unfastened the top button of my sweater and pulled down the fabric of my bra to expose one nipple. When he closed his lips around it, his tongue warm against my flesh, I gasped.

"I think I want you in your bedroom," he said, a gleam in his eye.

"Drake, my father…"

"Shh," he said. "Your father's old enough to know not to enter your bedroom in the middle of the day when both of us are home and nowhere to be found. Relax… He's probably in the middle of one of his meetings and isn’t likely to come in anytime soon. Where's Elaine?"

"She's out for the day. I have to talk to you about something."

"Later." Then, he silenced me, kissing me forcefully. "Submit, Katherine."

I tried to give in, letting him bare both my breasts, his mouth moving between my nipples, giving each one equal attention. It sent little jolts of lust through me, but at the same time, I kept my eyes riveted on the doorway in case my father came in. Finally, Drake returned my bra to its proper position and helped me up. I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his suit pants, and the sight of it made me even more aroused.

I took in a deep breath and let Drake lead me out of the den and down the hallway to my bedroom. We passed my father's office but he was deep in conversation with his advisors and didn't notice us. Drake pushed me ahead of him into my bedroom and closed the door behind him. Then, he pushed me up against the door, pressing his erection against me.

"I need you, Katherine. I've been imagining fucking you all day."

I sighed as he kissed my neck, one of his hands restraining mine above my head. I said nothing in reply, trying to let things happen the way he planned and wanted. I knew that no matter what he did, I'd enjoy it. He kissed me deeply, his tongue finding mine, his breathing deep.

Drake was a force of nature to me. I couldn't resist him when he set his mind to seducing me, and I didn't want to. He picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. I smiled into his neck, because it was Drake's thing – picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

He caught my eye. "What are you smiling at? You should be all weak-kneed by now, not amused…"

"You like to carry me," I said, threading my arms around his neck.

He grinned. "Imagine that I'm a conquering warlord, and you're my spoils of war. What would you do?"

"You want to role play?" I said, amused at this turn of events.

"Why not? It would be fun."

"If you were a real conquering warlord, I'd have to resist you," I said, all breathless.

"I like what turns you on," he said, a wicked smile on his face. "A little resistance would only add to the excitement."

I blinked as he stood there beside the bed, holding me, his gaze on my face.

"I'm not sure. I didn’t like it when…" I said, remembering the disastrous relationship with Kurt and how it scared me to even think of mock rape.

"Shh," he said. "Do you trust me?"

I looked in his blue-blue eyes. I did trust him. At least, I wanted to. "Yes."

Then, he kissed me, silencing me once more. When he pulled back, his eyes burned into mine.

"Sometimes, it's the things that scare us the most that excite us the most as well," he said and sat on the side of the bed, with me lying across his lap. "Trust makes all the difference, Katherine. All you need to know is that you'll get fucked hard, fast and a bit roughly, with no preliminaries. I'll let you know which day it will be, but you'll have no idea when. I suspect that the anticipation will make you so wet, you'll probably come very quickly, although I won't do a thing to help."

"Dawn would freak if she thought—"

He held a finger to my lips. "Shh," he said, frowning. "Forget what Dawn thinks. She doesn't understand and probably never will so you shouldn't waste time trying to convince her. What do you think?" He paused for a moment, his gaze moving over my face. "Kate, does the prospect of me taking you by force, a bit roughly, without thought to your own desires or pleasure – does that excite you in any way?"