Chapter 3

“Should I untie you so you can go get ready?” Cynthia asked.

“I’m fine right here. Why don’t you get ready first?” Drake asked as he looked at Cynthia and then the gowns she had next to her. “I’ll help you pick one.”

Cynthia almost took him up on the idea, but she didn’t want Drake to see the undergarments she was going to have to put on to keep her voluptuous curves in check as she wore one of the evening gowns that Samantha had brought in. No, it would be better to keep that part of the outfit a secret for the time being.

“I’m going to untie you,” Cynthia said as she started to unbuckle each of his fuzzy cuffs. “But we will try this again later, without clothes.”

“I’d really like to try it with you,” Drake said as he was finally released from the cuffs.

“Oh, no. I’m the dominatrix, I get to be in charge.”

Drake wasn’t going to argue with Cynthia right then, but he knew that by the end of the night, he was going to convince her to let him tie her to the bed. If she was always the dominatrix, then she never got to experience that feeling of having someone else control her. Drake thought it was only fair that she got to undergo what she liked putting her men through.

“Alright darling, I’m going to get dressed. I’ll see you in a few minutes,” Drake said.

Before he left the room, though, he grabbed Cynthia and pulled her tight against him. He held onto her and showed her how in control he was of the moment. He was totally willing to let her be in control later that night, but for that moment, Drake had all the control.

He pressed his hard cock up against her to show just how excited he had gotten by her little game of tying him up. It certainly was a turn-one for him and something he couldn’t wait to explore more in-depth that evening.

His lips pressed firmly against Cynthia’s, and at first, he felt her pull away from him. It was clear that she wasn’t used to having a man take control like Drake was doing. But he didn’t let go of her. Instead, he pressed harder into her and held onto her tighter. She was a delicate woman, and she wasn’t as tough as she pretended to be; Drake could tell that right away when he kissed her. He had to wonder if she had become a dominatrix to feel some sense of control over the men in her life. Perhaps she didn’t feel safe with them and controlling them gave her that safety.

Whatever her reasons were, Drake knew that it was something that turned Cynthia on, and he was excited to give it a try. But he was also excited to let her try letting him be in control. It was only fair.

***

There was something about getting dressed up that Cynthia dreaded. It was probably her body and how no dresses ever fit her. But there was another dread that Cynthia had, getting her picture taken with Drake. She felt like people would be asking why Drake was with a woman like her.

Up until she met Drake, Cynthia hadn’t really felt like she had any self-esteem issues, but when put into a house with six amazingly beautiful and thin women, Cynthia had started to second guess herself. She wondered what exactly Robert and Samantha had seen in her to pick her to date Drake.

She grit her teeth as she pulled the first dress on. It was highly unlikely that Samantha had grabbed very many dresses that would fit Cynthia. She was more than familiar with people thinking they knew her size but then being well off the mark.

To her surprise, though, the first dress pulled up over her curves perfectly, and Cynthia admired it in the mirror. It was a lovely shade of blue and certainly flattered every curve she had. Cynthia was about to stop trying on dresses right then and there but decided she wanted to see if any of the other dresses fit her.

Dress after dress Cynthia tried on, and they all fit her just right. She was amazed at Samantha’s skills and how she had been able to find such a wide variety of dresses that actually fit her.

She slid into the black gown, and just after she had zipped it up, there was a knock on the door.

“How is everything going?” Samantha asked.

Cynthia threw the door opened and gave Samantha a huge hug. It wasn’t every day that Cynthia felt beautiful when she tried on clothing, and Samantha had just made the moment absolutely perfect for Cynthia.

“Thank you, all the dresses were so beautiful. I picked this one. What do you think?”

“That is one stunning gown, Cynthia; I bet it will knock Drake’s socks right off.”

“Damn, is that knockout my date or a celebrity?” Drake said as he walked in.

“You look pretty good yourself,” Samantha added.

“Can I take a picture of you two?” Samantha asked as she pushed Drake over next to Cynthia. “I might just leak this to a few tabloids so they have a good picture of the true people you like to date.”

“No, please don’t leak anything. We are going to the premiere, there will be plenty of press. I don’t want to seem desperate or like we are purposely trying to hide something.”

Samantha didn’t like it when Drake took a backseat to publicity. She liked to get out ahead of everything and make sure it was all taken care of. But she could tell by the look in Drake’s eyes that he wasn’t at all interested in negotiating or discussing what was going on. Drake always got that look when it was time for Samantha to just go along with whatever he said.

“Well, you two better get going. I have a limo downstairs waiting for you.”

“A limo?” Drake asked, looking annoyed with Samantha. “Was that really necessary? You know how much I hate those things.”

“Yes, you are supposed to take a limo when you show up for movie premieres, that is the way this celebrity thing works. I know you don’t like to be a celebrity, but for tonight, will you please just play along?’

Drake held his arm out for Cynthia to grab a hold as he looked deeply into her eyes. Cynthia looked really nervous, and Drake made a mental note to discuss that with her after they got into the limo. He had been to a few of the movie premieres, and there really wasn’t anything to worry about. They were actually a lot of fun.

“Our chariot awaits,” Drake said dramatically, leading Cynthia down the stairs.

The rest of the women were all in the living room and had already been looking out the window at the limousine that had arrived. They didn’t say a thing as the two descended the stairs, but they seemed a little shocked at how beautiful Cynthia looked and how handsome Drake was in his black suit. The women also looked extremely jealous that they weren’t the ones that got to go with Drake to a movie premiere and get their photos taken on the red carpet with him.

“Wow, Cynthia, you look amazing,” Scarlett said as she broke the silence and tension in the room.

A few of the other women followed with similar comments, but only after realizing how rude they had been not to make a comment in the first place.

It hadn’t surprised Drake at all that Scarlett was the one who spoke up and offered an uplifting comment to Cynthia. Scarlett seemed to be the kind of woman who wasn’t threatened by other women and instead really enjoyed uplifting her peers. That was one of the things that Drake liked about Scarlett already.

“I’m so nervous,” Cynthia said as they made it outside and into the limo.

“Lots of deep breaths and remember, they want to hear from you. If you are asked a question, feel free to respond. It will make the media feel much more human to you.”

“Oh, there is no way I’m talking to these people. Remember I run an investment firm. I like numbers more than people.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right there with you. I’ll make sure absolutely nothing goes wrong. We are going to have a fabulous time.” Drake flipped his wrist and then fixed his hair excessively.

“You are funny. I wouldn’t do that overly flamboyant wrist flipping at the event,” Cynthia laughed.

“I can’t stop thinking about your bed,” Drake said, letting his hand wander over to Cynthia’s leg. “It was a huge turn on. Maybe we should just blow this movie thing and go back to your room.”

As much as Cynthia would rather go back to her room with Drake, she also knew how important it was to Samantha and Robert that they showed up at the movie. Plus, it wasn’t every day that Cynthia got the opportunity to go to a movie premiere. Her life in investments was very dry and boring, it certainly didn’t include any nights out with cameras or celebrities.

“I think we should stick to the plan. But you should continue to think about my bed all night long,” Cynthia said as she leaned in and kissed Drake.

Her hand found its way onto the bulging cock in Drake’s pants, and it took all the willpower Cynthia had not to unzip him and let her hand wrap around the smooth skin of his body. Drake turned her on more than any man she had been with. The way he held himself, his funny personality, even how he was with his assistant; it was all part of the man that she couldn’t stop thinking about.

“You should keep your hands to yourself unless you’re willing to go for a ride before we get to this event,” Drake said as he placed his hand over Cynthia’s and pressed firmly so she could feel just how hard he was.

“Oh, I love public displays of affection,” Cynthia teased.

They were in traffic by that point and only minutes away from the theater. The lineup of limousines was long, but within twenty minutes or so they would arrive at the red carpet. Drake didn’t hesitate for even a moment after hearing Cynthia’s offer. He quickly pressed the privacy window up between them and the driver, and in one quick motion, he pressed Cynthia’s dress up and pulled her over onto his lap.

“Okay then,” Drake said, pulling her lips down to kiss his.

Cynthia wasn’t bluffing at all either. She quickly let her hands go to work unzipping Drake from the confines of his pants and pulling him out.

“I think you are much naughtier than I first imagined,” Cynthia said as she slid her body down over his cock. “You do know we are almost at the theater, right?”

Drake didn’t answer her. Instead, he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips as close to him as possible. She let out a moan of delight as his body thrust into her and he used his hands on her hips to maneuver her to thrust against his body. Harder and firmer he thrust as Cynthia let out a loud moan.

“Shhh,” Drake said with a smile, reveling in the orgasm he was delivering to Cynthia.

He didn’t slow down at all as she moaned, instead he thrust harder and pulled her body harder against his. Drake felt his body build up to a release, and he quickly pulled her down tight on top of him as he let go. Cynthia felt his release and it triggered her body to give in as well, and she tightened around him with pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” Cynthia said as she wrapped her arms tight around Drake’s neck and shook with pleasure. “How the hell am I supposed to be able to walk down a red carpet now?”

Drake just smiled as the two of them got cleaned up and they pulled up to the red carpet. There wasn’t a minute to spare before the staff at the movie premiere was opening their door and a hand reached in to offer assistance to Cynthia as she climbed out of the vehicle.

Drake was shortly behind her and instantly wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her as he kissed the inside of her neck. It was a sweet and endearing moment between the two of them, which happened to have been caught by all the cameras that were taking pictures of the red-carpet arrivals.

“You look much more relaxed,” Drake whispered in her ear.

It elicited a broad smile from Cynthia, and she couldn’t help leaning in and kissing Drake right there in the street. They hadn’t even ventured into the theater yet and Cynthia already felt like she was going to have the time of her life on the date with Drake.

“Everyone is taking our pictures,” Cynthia whispered. “Do they all know who you are?”

“Probably not, they usually just take a ton of pictures and then figure things out later. We will just walk slowly, take a few steps and then smile for some pictures. Then we will walk some more and do it all again. Usually, no one asks me questions at these things, but they might today. You can just stay beside me if you don’t want to talk. Okay? Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’m going to be,” Cynthia said as she moved tightly to the side of Drake and held on for her life as they made their way into the fast abyss of the red carpet area.

“Mr. Leblanc, Mr. Leblanc, do you have any comment on the rumor that you are gay?” one news reporter blurted out as they walked into the first area for pictures.

Drake first stood still with Cynthia on his arm and smiled and hugged her as everyone took pictures. Then he casually walked over to the reporter with Cynthia in hand. He wasn’t about to make a scene; although celebrity events weren’t his cup of tea, he did know how best to deal with reporters.

As he stood in front of the reporter, he looked like he was about to make a comment, but instead, he pulled Cynthia over to him and dipped her over his knee as he kissed her passionately. The cameraman panned down, zoomed in on the kiss and the followed the couple as Drake led Cynthia down the walkway to the next set of cameras without even a word to the reporter.

“Wow, now that was a kiss,” Cynthia said as she tried to catch her balance.

“I’ll do it again if someone asks me the same question,” Drake said with a huge grin. “I have a feeling you’re going to get kissed a lot today.”