He held his cock so that it jutted out. I started to move again, and this time, I teased the entrance to my body with the head, rising up high enough so that it penetrated me a bit, before sliding along the shaft once more. Soon, I felt like I wanted him inside of me completely, and I sat on him with my full weight so that he slid inside of me. He was so nice and thick, and it felt so good when he was inside that I gasped.
"That's what I want to hear," he said, his eyes half-hooded as he watched my face.
My cheeks were hot, but I was only a bit self-conscious that he was watching me pleasure myself.
I moved slowly with him inside of me, resting my hands on his shoulders. I rode him this way for a few moments, every now and then withdrawing completely to rub myself against him before sitting on him again.
I closed my eyes as delicious sensations built inside my body. It didn't take long before I felt my orgasm start, the wave of pleasure in my core moving out, down my legs and up into my groin, my face hot, my heart pounding.
"Open your eyes," Drake said, drawing me back from focus on my impending orgasm. I complied as I rode him, my eyes meeting his as I went over the edge.
"Oh, God, oh, God…"
"That's it," he said. "Come for me."
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.