"I want you to perform for me on command. I want you totally focused on me, your eyes on mine. I'll be so hard, I'll have to fuck you immediately after."
I responded to his words, my body warming even more. "Oh, God," I said, closing my eyes. "How will I last until tonight?"
He stood in front of me and tilted my chin up, staring in my eyes. "You are not allowed to even touch yourself until I'm watching you, except to wash, do you understand?"
"I love it when you're all bossy," I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.
"Katherine, you need a spanking for that grin." He shook his head, a smile starting on his own face. "You can think of me," he said, stepping closer. "You can imagine what will happen, but don't touch yourself until I'm with you."
I nodded. "OK," I said. "I won't."
"Good girl," he said and bent down to kiss me. "I'll call you from the street and let the phone ring twice so you'll know to be ready and waiting for me. When I unlock the door, I want to find you on the bed, naked, your legs spread."
I smiled, my cheeks heating, feeling shy at the prospect of Drake watching me.
"Do you have time to eat?" I asked, following him into the entrance.
He grinned. "Ms. Bennet, you know I love to eat you, but I told you I have to run…"
I laughed. "I meant food."
He shook his head and opened the closet. "No. I'll pick up something at the cafeteria after my appointment." After he pulled on his coat and boots, he bent down and kissed me once more. "You are so delicious looking, all naked and beautiful. I hate to leave you, but think of me while I'm gone. Imagine it."
Then, he left, pulling the door closed behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Drake left, I pulled on my robe and went right back to the drawing, anxious to work on it. I sat at the kitchen table and filled in detail from memory, adjusting the shadows to capture the weight of his body on the bed, the fall of light and dark over his muscles, the square edge to his jaw, and the soft lips, which were slightly parted in sleep. I could see the resemblance to Drake and was glad I had been able to capture his likeness despite the fact his arm covered those beautiful eyes.
Thinking of what was going to happen later, combined with drawing of him nude, put me in a semi-aroused state. By the time I looked at the clock, it was almost noon and I'd forgotten to eat. I made myself a brunch of a poached egg on toast, orange juice and coffee. Then, I sat back at the table and worked on the drawing.
Later in the day, after I'd worked on a few separate sketches, trying to figure out the detail in his chin and the way the shadows fell over his neck, I put the sketch away. I had a shower and washed myself thoroughly, wanting to be clean and fresh for Drake when he arrived. After I was finished, I brushed my teeth and blew dry my hair. I applied only the lightest bit of makeup – some mascara and a bit of lip gloss, and then I walked around the apartment, naked, anticipating his call.
Impatient for his return, I stood at the window and watched the street through the gauzy curtain, eager to see his car arrive and turn into the parking garage down the street where he kept his car.
Then, when I was checking my hair in the bathroom mirror, my cell trilled. A surge of excitement filled me, making my heart flutter. I ran to my cell and picked it up. It rang again and then stopped. The call display read Drake Morgan, MD.
I put the phone back into my bag and then went to the bed, laying back on it, my thighs spread wide as Drake demanded. I was so thoroughly aroused by then I knew I'd be wet enough to please him. In fact, I ached, my flesh already throbbing, butterflies in my stomach as I waited for him to arrive.
I heard the key in the lock, heard the barrel turn and the door creak open. Then, rustling in the entryway as he removed his coat and boots, threw his keys on the plate in the entry. He appeared in the bedroom doorway, his expression dark, intense.
"Good girl," he said as he strode to the side of the bed, pulling off his suit jacket, and loosening his tie. He removed it and threw it on the chair against the wall and then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. "Let me see how wet you are, Katherine." He bent down, resting a hand on the bed between my thighs, his face close to my pussy. I felt a mixture of lust and embarrassment as he examined me, a slow smile starting on his lips, which he then squelched, frowning up at me.
"Did you touch yourself?"
I shook my head, barely able to speak. "Only in the shower and to wash myself."
He nodded, a stern look on his face. "Good. I want to watch the first time you do touch yourself for pleasure."
I moved my hand down but he shook his head. "Not yet. I want to look at you like that, all open and waiting."