The Commitment(70)

I did love him. I wanted to ask him when he'd be back, eager for our time together and maybe some really hot makeup sex, but I resisted pushing him. I had to submit.



About four o'clock, I received another text from Drake.



I'm coming home in an hour, Katherine. I want you naked, wearing your garters and stockings, kneeling by my bed. Use the blindfold in my closet. I want you to think of all the things I'm going to do to you. I want you wet and ready, waiting for me. I'll call and let the phone ring twice before hanging up. That will be the signal that I'm almost there. You should be ready for me, nice and wet and submissive when I arrive.



A jolt of desire went through me. Drake was going to do the scene with me – one of the ones from his letters to his subs.

Finally.

Maybe he was trying to please me after disappointing me earlier. It was sweet of him. I was determined to be the very best sub I could, pushing the memory of Sunita's video to the back of my mind. I probably should tell Drake about the video but for now, I was glad he wasn’t too mad at me for storming out earlier. He had enough stress in his life right now without me adding to it because of my doubts about him. I kicked myself mentally and promised that I would be even more cooperative, perfectly submissive, to make it up to him when we were together later.

I showered quickly, keeping my eye on the time to ensure I was ready for him when he arrived. I pulled out my stockings and garter belt, and slipped them on while I stood and watched in the full-length mirror. Then, I wandered around the apartment, letting the cool air caress my skin, preparing for when the call would come and I'd know it was time to kneel on a pillow by the bed, a blindfold on, my hands behind my back. I went to his closet and removed the blindfold that was folded in the cabinet where he kept his bondage equipment. I held it up to my eyes to test how well it kept out the light. It would do the job.

A very intense ache between my thighs distracted me. Waiting all day like I had really did increase my level of need and arousal. I sat at the table, watching out the window to the Manhattan skyline. My cell buzzed twice and then stopped.

Drake was on his way.





CHAPTER NINETEEN





I quickly went to the bed and took one of the pillows, dropping it onto the floor. Then I knelt down, fastening the blindfold around my eyes, my mouth dry from excitement. I was already wet thinking of what would happen, imagining Drake entering the apartment, seeing me waiting. Would he already be hard, imagining what he'd do to me? Would he tie me up using more intricate knots, like some of the pictures in his photo album?

My heart beat faster as I waited and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I'd have to keep from smiling when Drake showed up or it would ruin the mood, so I bit my bottom lip and inhaled deeply, trying to squelch the glee I felt that he was going to go all Dom with me. It surprised me that he decided to do a scene after the silly tantrum I threw that morning, but perhaps he realized how hard this was for me. Maybe he'd duplicate one of the actual letters that I'd read. He said he might try something new with me and my body responded.

I knelt quietly, the beating of my heart the loudest sound I heard. In a few moments, I calmed down a bit, and then I heard other sounds – a siren in the distance through the window. The knocking of the radiators from the old steam heat system in the building, a brief soft hiss from the valve as it let off some of the pressure. Some woman's voice from the apartment below or beside us – I wasn't sure at first, but it sounded close. Then, all I heard was the sound of my own breath, flowing in and out through my parted lips.

Long moments passed and my ears became acutely sensitive. I heard a noise like a door closing at a distance and wondered if that was Drake. Could I actually hear him walking slowly up the stairs?

Then, the jangle of keys outside the apartment. It was Drake at the door. The lock clicked as the key slid inside and turned the barrel. The doorknob made a metallic sound as it turned and then the door creaked as it opened, a whoosh of air from outside. I heard his footsteps on the hardwood, and was amazed that I could hear everything so well, even from this distance.

The clunk clunk as he removed his boots and dropped them on the mat by the closet. I listened hard, noting the creak of the ancient hardwood. Was he standing in the doorway, watching me? I tried not to smile. I bit my lip once more to stop and lowered my chin in case he could tell I was fighting it.

Then, I heard the fridge door open. He was getting the bottle of chilled Anisovaya. It was as I remembered from his letters and finally, he was treating me as he did his new subs – having a brief shot of the liquor before coming to me. I almost felt his presence in the room. He seemed to be standing quietly watching.