Title: Drake
Restrained 2
Author: S.E.
Lund
Genre: New
Adult, Erotic, Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Book
Description:
Drake
Morgan, MD, Neurosurgeon, bass player, philanthropist – Dominant.
He doesn't do girlfriends, he doesn’t do sleepovers, and he
certainly doesn't do breakfast in bed the morning after. He has his surgical
slate at New York Presbyterian, he has a charitable foundation providing
surgical tools to hospitals in Africa, he has his Brit Invasion cover band,
Mersey, and he has his secret life as a Dominant in Manhattan's BDSM community.
Into bondage, D/s and the occasional dungeon scene, Drake
keeps every part of his life separate, the divisions between them neat and
tidy. His weeks are filled with surgeries, music and D/s sex, and none of the
well-planned and scheduled parts of his life intersect.
That is until Kate McDermott crosses his path and screws everything
up.
Now, nothing is neat and tidy anymore, for Drake is smitten
and things are going to get
messy…
S.
E. Lund lives with her family of humans and animals in a small city in Western
Canada in an old house on a quiet tree-lined street. Besides writing erotic,
contemporary and paranormal romance, she writes science fiction and fantasy,
science fact, advocates for climate action, plays piano and dreams of living in
a warm climate by the
ocean.
Author
Links:
Website: www.selund.com
Twitter:
@elizal2012
"I
can't imagine that meaningless sex can be rewarding in the long
run."
I sighed.
After a bad marriage, meaningless sex was a relief from sex that was wrapped up
in anger and frustration and misunderstanding. "It's not,” I said. “But
it's good enough for now."
She stared
at me, and I could tell from the expression on her face that I was forcing her
to confront issues that were
difficult.
"I only
want to fuck someone who loves me,” she said. “Is that so
wrong?"
"Someone will love
you, Kate,” I said, for someone would. Kate was not the kind of woman to remain
single for very long. I was surprised she’d been single for as long as she had,
but there were several traumas in her life and she needed time to recover. “Do
you really want to wait until he does? Is masturbating all alone in your room
at night, for what – a year? Is that really good enough for
you?"
As soon as I
said it, I knew it was a mistake. I could almost see her heart
crack.
She left the
living room and I heard her opening and closing drawers and cupboards with
quite a lot of force. She was hurt. I followed her in after a moment and stood
behind her as she fiddled with a
teapot.
"I'm
sorry." I reached out and touched her shoulder, wanting to reconnect and
mend things.
"You’re
a bastard."
"No,
I'm not. I'm just being honest.” I turned her around and tried to catch her eye
but she avoided me. “Kate, you deserve to
have pleasure when you need it. You're not a bad girl for wanting to feel it. I
can give it to you. I want to give you the
pleasure you need in the way that most appeals to you, deep down inside if
you're brave enough to admit it to
yourself."
She
actually closed her eyes and turned her head
away.
"Here,"
I said and pulled her into an embrace, needing to break the icy silence between
us. She didn’t respond, her body stiff. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings by
speaking the truth so plainly,” I said softly. “If this is going to work
between us, you have to let me break down those protective walls you've built
up around yourself. Otherwise, you won’t really experience submission the way
you need to."
Finally, she
opened her eyes. "So you're telling me you have to be mean to me in order
for me to be able to
submit?"
"No,
you have to be honest with me about what you need and want. You have to honest
with yourself."
I watched
her chest heaving. She was close to tears. I had to save the moment or the night
would be over, and fast.
"Kate, are you
sexually attracted to me?"
"You
already know you're very
handsome."
"I
didn’t ask that. I asked you if you were sexually attracted to me." She
didn’t answer so I spoke even more softly "Do you want to fuck me? Is
there a part of you that just wishes you could right now and to hell with
convention?"
Finally, she
replied, her voice wavering. "Yes. But I'm
afraid."
"What are
you afraid of? That you'll have a great orgasm or
three?"
"I'm
afraid that you'll hurt
me."
"I told you
and Lara told you that I'm not into pain. I don’t want
to hurt you, Kate. I want to make you
feel pleasure."
"Not
that kind of hurt."
I shook my
head and stared at her for a moment. I knew what she meant. I had to get it
through to her that we would keep things from becoming too tangled
emotionally.
"That
won't happen. We'll only have sex. None of that relationship stuff. We won't
have breakfast together or go to movies or on dates. We'll fuck. I'll tie you
up and make you come until you scream. I'll come. Then I'll go home. You'll
sleep like a baby. End of
story."
She looked
doubtful, her brow furrowed. "What if I fall in love with
you?"
I fought the
grin that was threatening. "I won't let
you."
"That's
like saying you can control the weather. You
can't."
I couldn’t
keep back my smile. "I can control the weather, too."
She smiled
back reluctantly, turning away slightly so I couldn’t see her, but I caught the
grin nonetheless.
"I know
this is all new to you. I know you're afraid." I embraced her once more,
pressing my hips against her so she knew how hard I was. How much I wanted
her.
Then I let
her go and went back into the living room and sat back in the center of the
sofa. She’d have to follow me eventually, and I’d know by how she responded and
where she sat whether I was going to make any progress with her or whether I
had gone too far. My sense was that she was fighting with all her might not to
want me, not to want this, but that she was
failing.
And more
importantly, that she wanted to
fail.
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