Title: Drake Restrained 4
Author: S.E.
Lund
Blurb:
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…
In Part 4 of Drake Restrained, Drake and Kate reunite in
Manhattan and begin an affair in secret, pushing their sexual and emotional
boundaries.
***Note*** This is a novella, and is part 4 of the Drake
Series. The Drake Series is The Unrestrained Series told from Drake's point of
view. The novella contains new material and material from The Agreement told
from Drake's point of view.
The series is intended for 18+ due to explicit
content.
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:
Twitter:
@elizal2012
I rose up and went to an
armoire, sorting through my belts, testing them one after the other, but I was
unhappy with them all. The leather was too thick and unyielding. She’d get
abrasions from them if she tugged too much on them in the heat of the moment. Then
I examined a hanger with several ties on it, selecting a black leather tie. It
was supple enough that it wouldn’t chafe. I returned to the bed and held it out
in front of her so she could see it. Thin and flexible, it was from a bygone
fashion era. I caught her grin as I examined it and turned to face
her.
"Ms. Bennet, that grin is
entirely inappropriate to the mood I'm
trying to create…"
She covered her mouth, trying to
hide a huge smile. "Master, I'm sorry," she said, her voice betraying
amusement. "But I was imagining you wearing it when you were a college
student… So hip with your thin leather tie. I bet the coeds were all
over you."
"Oh, I was
very groovy, Ms. Bennet, in my day," I said,
grinning back at her, enjoying her impertinence despite my best attempts to get
her to take this seriously.
To bring her back into scene, I
took her hands very roughly in mine and held them over her head, my grip firm,
my expression as stern as I could muster given my own
amusement.
"You
are too cute, Katherine, and able to distract me
too well, but I want you to focus on what I'm doing here
and now."
Her
eyes widened, the smile fading on her face. I didn’t want to scare her, but I
wanted her in the right headspace. She had to take this seriously if it was
going to work. It couldn’t become a joke. It was serious.
"I'm
sorry, Master," she said, her voice barely a
whisper.
I stared into her eyes, trying
to impart as much dominance as I could. "If your mind wanders, I'll have
to bring you back with me,” I said. “I want you here, with me, mentally and
emotionally, Kate. With me in the moment.
Focused."
She nodded but said nothing and
I hoped I hadn’t gone too far too soon.
She was being disciplined through my
showing her my displeasure at her attitude. I kept my eyes on hers, waiting to
see compliance in them.
She breathed in deeply beneath
me and I saw her physically relax, her body going
limp.
"Good girl,"
I said. I held her hands above her head with one hand and reached down to touch
her bottom lip with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. How I’d imagined
kissing her lips, licking that
scar…
Then I leaned down and kissed
her deeply, passionately, my lust and need for her almost overwhelming. She let
out a little groan when I ground myself against her pussy. I pulled away and
fastened her hands together with the leather tie, the knot tight but with some
space so that there was no pressure on her skin.
"Test them. Feel them. They
won't get any tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special
knot, so don't worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But
if they do get tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you
can't tolerate."
She nodded and tried to pull her
wrists apart. I fastened the other end of the leather tie to one of the
spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. She pulled at the tie to
feel how secure it was. She wouldn't be able to get free if she wanted to.
Truly confined now, she was here until I released
her.
She couldn't run
away.
I saw the transformation in her.
I always looked for it the first time I tied up my new subs—that moment when
they realized they were at my complete mercy. It was subtle, just a change in
breathing, a look in their eyes when their helplessness finally hit home. Kate
panicked a bit when the reality of her bindings became real to her. Her eyes
widened in surprise, and she starting breathing fast. I placed my hand around
her neck to check her pulse, which was elevated, watching her
intently.
"Now you
understand,"
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