Chapter 5

Cynthia didn’t say a single word to the other women as they walked in the door. She just waved hello and went straight upstairs. There wasn’t a single thing she wanted to say to the other women. It was her night with Drake, and they had just finished an amazing date at the movie premiere. She wasn’t about to let any of the women get into her head before she got her alone time with Drake.

It wasn’t that Cynthia didn’t like other women, because she did like the women she worked with and her friends back home. But in the house, there just wasn’t anyone that she truly felt connected to. The other women all seemed to be much different than Cynthia. They were outgoing and vivacious. The only two women that Cynthia felt somewhat comfortable talking with were Victoria and Scarlett.

As she entered her bedroom, Cynthia used her phone to set a five-minute timer. She was going to stick to her promise to punish Drake if he didn’t get up to her room in five minutes or less. Although she was almost positive that he wouldn’t be able to push past all six other women fast enough to make it upstairs and to her room in time. But she was willing to give him a chance.

She unzipped her gown, went to place it on the rack with the others and then realized that the rack of gowns had disappeared. Samantha must have come back into her room and gathered the dresses after they left for their event.

Under normal circumstances, it would have made Cynthia nervous to have another woman going through her things or being in her room, but Samantha didn’t seem to care at all about Cynthia’s fetish fun. Samantha seemed like the perfect assistant for Drake, but Cynthia couldn’t help thinking that the two of them had probably slept together.

Cynthia slid into a black satin robe as she watched the clock to see if Drake was going to make it. Just as the clock ran out of time, Drake pressed open the door and let himself into the room.

“Did I make it?” he asked out of breath from obviously running up the stairs and to Cynthia’s room.

“I can’t believe it, but yes you made it.”

Drake smiled as he crossed the bedroom to Cynthia. The satin of her robe felt delicate and sensual as he pulled her toward him. A mischievous smile swept over his face as he watched her try to pull away from him.

“I still get to play with you,” Cynthia whispered as she gave into his pull.

“Of course, I can’t wait to have you tie me up again.”

Drake slowly kissed Cynthia as his hands explored the delicate fabric she had on. He wanted to rip her robe off and expose her silky-smooth skin beneath. But Drake also wanted to experience being dominated by Cynthia, so he wasn’t going to try and be in control.

“Where would you like me, Mistress?” Drake said as he fell to his knees and looked up at Cynthia.

A vast smile crossed her face as she saw Drake on his knees. He was such a dominant man, it was fabulous to see him kneeling and asking for her to control him.

Immediately Cynthia switched into her dominatrix mode and felt the power flow through her. She stood up straighter than before, she felt more in power, she loved the feeling of being in control.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” she said as she stroked the side of Drake’s cheek. “I’ll be right there.”

Cynthia grabbed some clothes out of her dresser and made her way to the bathroom so she could change. She brought a special outfit for her time with Drake and couldn’t wait for him to see her in it.

Drake dutifully did as he was told, removed all his clothing and climbed into the bed. He felt awkward, sort of like a high school kid getting ready to have sex for the first time. But it was exciting, and Drake couldn’t wait to experience Cynthia as a dominatrix. His eyes looked over toward the bathroom as she walked out, and Drake instantly felt his body harden with desire.

Cynthia had on a black leather corset that pressed her breasts together and up. She had on a tiny pair of black leather panties and a pair of black pumps. As she walked across the bedroom, she grabbed a black leather flogger off of the table and played with it on her way to Drake.

His body throbbed with each step she took. He wanted to grab her and throw her down on the bed and have his way with her, but he resisted the urge.

“Mistress, you look amazing,” Drake said as he slid off the bed toward Cynthia.

“Get back on the bed,” Cynthia said firmly.

She tried to keep a straight face, but the surprise on Drake’s face was hard for her not to laugh at. He wasn’t used to any of this, and Cynthia could tell that right away, but she also knew that it was important to give him the full real-life experience so he knew what it was she was into. He couldn’t make a clear decision at the end of the week if he didn’t truly understand what Cynthia liked in the bedroom.

“Yes, Mistress,” Drake said quietly.

“I want you to feel what this flogger is like. I’m going to have you lay on your stomach on the bed, and I’m going to hit you five times. Do you understand?”

Drake nodded his head yes as he followed her directions and laid flat on the bed. He was more aroused than he had expected he would be; it was exciting and new to Drake.

“Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Drake said as he tried not to laugh.

It was entirely clear to him that he wasn’t going to be able to do the whole dominatrix thing, but he really didn’t want to hurt Cynthia’s feelings.

“I feel like I want to fuck you,” Drake said as he quickly turned around and grabbed Cynthia.

In one quick motion, he flipped her onto the bed and felt his body spring to attention with an urge to thrust inside of her that he could not ignore for much longer.

“Oh, you want to feel your hard cock inside of my wet body?” Cynthia teased him.

“You’re wet?” Drake said as he lifted his head up and smiled at her.

“Shhh, turn back around,” Cynthia laughed back at Drake. “This is serious, I’m dominating you right now.”

Drake couldn’t help laughing, and by that point, Cynthia was laughing as well. Everything with Drake was new and exciting to her; she wasn’t really sure what to do with him next. But flogging him didn’t seem to be working for her.

“I’m going to tie you up again,” Cynthia said, pressing Drake over onto his back.

His cock had sprung up to attention as he lay on his back. Cynthia instantly looked at it and wanted to play with it. She wanted to wrap her lips around him and play with him, but she waited.

Although Drake wasn’t into the flogging idea, he liked the idea of having Cynthia riding his cock while he watched. He was willing to give her a little leeway and allow her to put the leather straps on him. It was only for a short time; he would make sure of that.

Drake wanted to allow Cynthia the freedom to believe she was in charge when the whole time he was actually guiding her right to the activities he wanted from her. Drake wanted to feel her lips around his throbbing member, and what better way to get that delicious feeling than to lay back on her bed and expose himself and his member to her lovely lips.

“You look excited,” Cynthia observed as she started to strap Drake to the bed.

“I am.”

“What happened to calling me, Mistress?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mistress,” Drake said as he watched Cynthia move to the next cuff on his ankle. He stifled the smile that inevitably was going to shine across his face.

He couldn’t imagine any man seriously being into the whole dominatrix thing. A man should be in charge. A man should take his woman and have the power to give her everything she needed without her ever feeling like she had to take control.

Drake was going to work with Cynthia during their evening together. He believed deep down that she didn’t really want to be a dominatrix at all; she just needed a strong man that she could trust. Cynthia was just a woman with a wall up that Drake had to show her she didn’t have to pretend to be in charge. And to show her why her way didn’t work; Drake was willing to allow her to try her way just a little bit.

Cynthia smiled as she continued to buckle the rest of his limbs to the bed. It was a beautiful sight to see Drake Leblanc naked with a hard on and strapped to her bed. She stood at the end of the bed and observed him for a moment before she climbed up onto the bed and let the tip of her fingers move up and down his body. She lingered near his hard member but didn’t play with it too much.

Knock, knock, knock.

The both looked toward the door and Cynthia realized it was unlocked. She jumped up from the bed and ran over to the door.

“It’s Samantha, I just need to talk with Drake for a few minutes.”

Cynthia laughed as she looked at the door and then back to Drake. He was also laughing. It was clear they were going to need to take another break from their fun games.

“Give me five minutes,” Drake yelled from the bed.

“Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs,” Samantha said from the other side of the door.

Cynthia ran back over to the bed and jumped onto it with a schoolgirl smile across her face.

“How are you going to meet her downstairs? You’re tied to my bed,” she said as her hand played with Drake’s naked body.

“I promise I’ll be right back, but will you please untie me?”

Cynthia loved that Drake needed to be untied, and she wasn’t about to let him off the hook too easily. It was the perfect opportunity to have some fun with him. She loved a captive man in her bed.

Her lips slowly moved down and wrapped around Drake’s cock. Without a single word, she started to stroke up and down his body with a tight pressure from her lips.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Drake said as he let out a slight moan. “We don’t have time for this. We can do this in a minute.”

“I think you forgot to say ‘Mistress.’ Wasn’t that what we decided you should call me?” Cynthia said as she went back to stroking his cock with her mouth.

Faster and faster she moved as she felt his body getting harder and harder. But what Drake didn’t know was that she had no intention of letting him actually get the relief that he wanted from her blowjob. She wasn’t about to let him have a quick release like that, there was no fun in something like that.

“Okay, okay, Mistress … Can I please go downstairs to talk with my assistant?” Drake begged.

Cynthia stopped immediately as she felt pre-cum release from his body. It was the perfect opportunity to stop. Drake was excited; he was ready to explode.

“Yes, you may,” Cynthia said, making her way around to the edge of the bed and untying Drake from his four-point restraints.

“Thank you,” Drake said as he grabbed Cynthia and threw her onto her back. He quickly climbed on top of her with his hands and knees on either side of her to pin her down to the bed. “I’m going to pay you back for that when I get back.”

Cynthia felt her body get wet at his words. The intensity of them, the look in his eyes. She didn’t doubt at all that Drake was going to torture her sexually as soon as he returned.

“I look forward to it,” she said with equal intensity.