With his arm around me, the warmth of his body seeping into me, and the prospect of moving to Kenya with him, living with him, I felt completely and totally possessed. It surprised me just how much that prospect pleased me.
I felt completely safe with Drake. Even if he wanted to do things that I wasn't completely sure about, like the role playing, mock rape and anal, I knew I could trust him to go only as far as I could stand and no farther. It wasn't that he was a gentle Dom who was into control and not pain; it was that he really truly wanted to see me fulfilled in whatever form of submission made me the most happy.
Our meal was catered and it was delicious – something pretty simple but tasty – chicken stuffed with feta cheese, asparagus grilled with garlic, fingerling potatoes roasted with rosemary. There was a light dessert of fruit and Crème Brȗlée and plenty of white wine to accompany it. Drake moderated his drinking in comparison to the previous night for he had to go out and meet Maureen at the hospital. I had a bit more than I would normally have, enjoying myself so much I let my father fill my glass twice.
Drake watched me, smiling. While my father went to answer his cell in private and Elaine went to the kitchen to make some tea, Drake reached over and stroked my cheek. "You're flushing from the wine. You look very alluring. I wish I could take you home right now, instead of going to meet Maureen. Later," he said, his voice low, sexy. "We'll do something special."
That sent a thrill through me. I felt a bit deprived, having not had sex for two days.
When it was time for us to leave, we said our goodbyes to my father and Elaine and Drake led me down to the parking garage where the car was, me laughing when I tripped against him.
"You and high heels," he said, amusement in his deep voice. "I'll have to make sure you always wear them when we go out so you'll remind me of our first meeting in the bar."
Drake helped me into the car and buckled my seatbelt for me. I sat like a lump and let him look after me, smiling when he adjusted the shoulder belt, giggling a bit when his hand brushed my breast. His eyes met mine. "You're drunk, Ms. Bennet. I will have to find a way to take advantage of you tonight."
"Mmm," I said, closing my eyes, a thrill coursing through my body at that promise. "I like it when you take advantage of me."
"You'll be an even easier lay, with all that wine in you."
"An easy lay?" I said with mock-affront. "May I remind you that you went to a lot of effort to finally succeed in ravishing me?"
He laughed and went around to the driver's side. "I did go to a lot of effort. You're worth every ounce."
We drove back to the apartment in Chelsea and Drake helped me up, taking off my coat and heels, and carrying me to the living room. After depositing me on the couch, he went to the kitchen, poured a tall glass of water for me and gave me two aspirin.
"Take these," he said, handing them to me. "Drink up. I'm going to fuck you when I get back from seeing Maureen. I want you wide awake and responsive. No falling asleep or I might have to spank your cute little round ass."
I leaned my head back against the couch. "I didn't like it when you spanked me at the dungeon party," I said. "I thought I might like it, but I didn't."
"That was a punishment spanking. It's not supposed to feel good. I'm glad you don't like it. We would likely never have clicked if you had enjoyed it."
I nodded, fighting to keep my eyes open. I drank down the water and took the aspirin.
"I'll make you a cup of coffee before I go. I want you to sober up a bit." He went to the kitchen and prepared me a cup and then kissed me on the mouth. "Wait up for me. I probably won't be too long."
"I will."
He left me alone on the couch. I switched on the flatscreen and listened to the news, trying to sober up enough that I wouldn't fall asleep before he returned. Despite my best efforts, I wasn’t able to wake up. When Drake still wasn't home by ten o'clock, I went to the bed and fell asleep. Despite my attempts to stay awake I was still recovering from our night of vodka.
Drake didn’t wake me up to fuck me as I thought he might. Instead, when I woke in the morning, the light streaming in from the window, Drake was asleep, fully clothed, lying on top of the covers beside me with his back turned to me.
I thought about what he'd said that first night we were at the Russian Tea Room – that if we became involved, we'd meet, he'd tie me up and fuck me, make me come several times and I'd sleep like a baby. He'd been so right about that – I had been sleeping really well since we'd become lovers, the sex keeping me in a state of near bliss despite the ups and downs of our relationship. But not last night or the night before.