White Beach Diving Adventures was located a way down the coast from our hotel. We drove down the winding road in a limo my father hired, which deposited us at the small diving business on the ocean, that housed a wharf and boat launch, a small wooden shack with equipment and a room for instruction, changing rooms for suiting up.

We took the hour-long instructional course designed for tourists, Drake sitting beside me, his arm on the back of my chair, his legs spread. We went over safety techniques, how to wear the gear, the itinerary for our short dive, and then it was time to suit up. A group had already gone out in a boat before us, and so we were going as our own small group, just Drake and me, my father and Elaine and our instructors. My father had grown a bit portly and they had a bit of trouble finding the right suit to fit his belly. Elaine was tall and slim and fit nicely into a woman's suit. Drake was well-built and looked very delicious in his wetsuit. It was me who was the real problem.

Of course, I already made one mistake, wearing my bra and underwear instead of a bathing suit. I hadn’t thought to bring a one-piece and all I had was the white string bikini. I didn’t think it was appropriate to wear it so I wore my skin-colored lace bra and panties, not thinking that they would get wet and still be wet after the dive was done. My instructor smiled and said I wasn’t the first person to wear underwear. Some people didn’t wear anything.  He'd seen it all.

I was petite and small boned, the smallest woman's size left was too big in the body and too small in the bust.

The instructor held up yet another wetsuit for me to try.

"This is all we have left. It's old."

It had a front zip and fraying fabric. It was the only suit left that had any chance of fitting but it was worn, the zipper a bit rusty.

"Maybe I should just stay behind."

"Nonsense," my father said. "Suit up and let's go."

I went behind the curtain and tried once more, hoping this suit fit me well enough. It was a the best so far, but when I tried to zip it up, the rusty zipper stuck about half way up at my waist.

I struggled with the zipper with no luck.

"Um, I need a bit of help with this zipper…"

Elaine was getting dressed herself so Drake came in the change room where I was struggling with the zipper.

"It's a bit rusted," I said, trying to hold the two sides of the zipper as close together as I could so that the zipper was less stretched. Of course, the suit was still too tight in the bust and my breasts were squeezed together. Drake leered at my chest and smiled while he took hold of the zip loop and pulled, but it didn’t budge. He jiggled the zipper up and down, but it was completely stuck.

"That’s what you get for having such luscious breasts," Drake whispered as he gave one strong jerk on the zipper latch. "Squeeze them a bit more, pull the two sides closer."

I did, feeling like some exotic dancer putting my breasts on display.

"Christ, you're going to give me a boner, Kate."

"You better not get one," I said. I glanced down and was shocked at how big he looked already, the wetsuit thin and showing his ample length. "You look like you already do."

He glanced down. "No, I'm soft. I'm just a shower, not a grower."

"A what?"

"A shower. I show my length all the time, and only thicken up and harden when I get an erection. Most men are growers. They're smaller when soft and grow in length when they have an erection."

"Oh," I said, amused at his clinical description of the categories of men's dicks. "So what I see is what I get?"

"More or less," he said. "In terms of length, at least." Then he leered at me, his eyes hooded. "As you learned from Big, length isn’t as important as girth when it comes to a woman's pleasure…"

"Drake!"

He just grinned and gave one huge tug and voila – the zipper went up.

"There," he said, smiling at me. "Confined." He eyed me up and down. "I might be convinced to put you in some latex at some point. A nice black latex cat suit would be really delicious…"

I adjusted the suit a bit, and it was too tight but better than all the others.

"We have to get going," the instructor said through the door. "Those suits are thin but if you wear them for any length of time in this warmth, you'll overheat. Most accidents in triathlons are due to people overheating while waiting for their wave of swimmers to leave the shore."

We emerged and made our way to the boats, where an assistant instructor was loading up our gear. Since he was already certified, Drake took over as my buddy, helping me with my equipment and swimming with me on the outing.

The dive itself was pretty cool, even if half of it was spent just getting used to the equipment, trying out various safety procedures, and practicing. Finally, we took the boat out a bit near a line of corals and we all dove down and spent time just swimming over them, exploring them and all the sea life they held.

After about half an hour, we returned to the marina and when it came time to get the suit off, it proved just as hard to get off as on. I struggled alone with the zipper for a while in the change room, not saying anything. Finally, my father called to me.

"Sweetie? Do you need some help?"

"Yes," I said. "Its just as hard to unzip."

Drake came in and took hold of the zipper and gave it a few good yanks, but to no avail. We tried every imaginable way to make the zipper budge but nothing. The instructor came in with some oil and drizzled it over the zipper, but that did nothing to help matters, just made my hands and Drake's hands all slippery.

Drake was in his board shorts and sandals, his chest bare. Dad and Elaine were back in their street clothes, and there I was, in that old worn suit that was too small in the bust, and I was starting to get really hot.

"Phew," I said and waved my face with a hand. "I'm getting hot."

"We need to get you out of this," Drake said, his brow furrowed.

"Is everything all right in there?" my father called out.

Drake went out, leaving me in the change room.

"There's a problem with the zipper. It'll take a bit but we may have to cut her out of the suit. Why don’t you two go back to the hotel and we'll meet you back there for a drink before dinner?"

My father agreed. "I'll send the limo back. Are you sure everything's all right?"

 "No problem," I heard Drake say.

Meanwhile, I was starting to seriously sweat, a trickle of moisture running down the back of my neck and forehead.

Drake and the instructor came in and both took turns yanking on the zipper, but to no avail. Then just when the instructor was going to get a pair of scissors to start cutting me out of the suit, Drake was able to get the zipper down about six inches, right below my bust.

"Maybe you should take the top off so you can cool off," Drake said. I tried to pull the arms off but it was too tight, the zipper not down far enough.

"Goddammit," he said, frustration in his voice. I held the top of the suit and he pulled and jerked it but nothing.

"I'm feeling a bit faint," I said, the sweat now running down my neck and face.

"Christ," he said, his voice low. "We have to cut you out of this – now."

The instructor brought the pair of scissors but they weren't up to the job and so they had to find a box cutter. The instructor went out to his truck for a tool box, searching through his tools for one. Luckily, Drake was a surgeon and was as good with box cutter as he was a scalpel. He was able to cut around the zipper and down to my crotch, peeling the suit off me. I wobbled a bit from dizziness, and just about fainted. Once the suit was off, they had to lay me on a bench in the equipment room. The instructor brought in a fan and Drake poured water over me, and in a few minutes, my heart stopped beating so fast and my hearing started to recover. But I lay there in my lacy bra and underwear, soaked through to the skin, my pubic hair and nipples visible through the sheer wet lace.

I was too sick to be very mortified, and the instructor just kept his eyes averted as Drake fanned me and held a cool cloth to my forehead.

When I was finally cool enough, I sat up and just rested for a moment, to make sure I didn’t faint when I stood up. The instructor brought me a bottle of fruit juice and some ice cold water and soon, I was feeling better. I put my sundress on over my wet bra and panties and Drake and I left the marina as another group of hopeful trainees entered the building.

We took the limo back to the hotel, and Drake pulled me into his embrace while we drove back.

"You scared me," he said, running his fingers through my hair, which was starting to dry. "You were overheating and could have developed hyperthermia if we hadn’t gotten you out of the suit. Plus, you have quite a sunburn."

"I'm just glad it's over. I thought I was going to faint."

"You almost did."

He tilted my head up and kissed me, softly, and I felt completely protected and cared for.

 

"I feel really tired," I said once we were back at the hotel. We went up to my room and my father and Elaine came right into the room through the adjoining door.

"What took you so long?" my father said.

"We had trouble with the suit and had to cut Kate out of it. She overheated a bit."

"Is she OK?"

Drake nodded. "She just needs to rest. Get some more fluids into her."

My father came over to where I lay on the bed. "Maybe you should stay in your room for dinner. Drake can order something in for you. They could send up some turkey and fixings."

I nodded. I felt incredibly fatigued as if I'd just survived an ordeal. I didn’t want to go to the dining room.

"I'll just stay here and watch TV."

Drake put his hand on my father's arm.

"I'll make sure she's all right. She needs to just rest. We can order something from room service when she gets hungry. You two go ahead."

My father and Elaine came by and kissed me on the cheek and then left us alone.

"I'm hungry," he said, checking out the menu. "What would you like to eat? Do you really want turkey? Or something local, fresh?"

I shook my head. "Whatever you want. I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit."

I heard him talking on the phone, his voice soft. Then he came over and sat beside me on the bed. He took my wrist and felt my pulse and then leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Just rest a bit. I'll watch some headlines."

He stretched out on the bed beside me and turned on the television, switching channels until he found the international news. I closed my eyes and just drifted, the sound of some news anchor's voice lulling me into a pleasant dreamlike state.

 

I woke up to find Drake spooned against me, his arm around me, his hand flat under my left breast. I rolled over onto my back and he adjusted himself, his eyes a bit sleepy. He kept his hand on my breast.

"You like keeping your hand there?" I said, and smiled.

"I was just taking your pulse, making sure you were OK."

"Yeah, right…"

"Seriously," he said, his face poker-straight. "You overheated. I wanted to make sure you were all right. I was feeling your apical pulse, just under your left breast."

"Oh," I said, feeling a bit silly. "I didn't realize doctors did that."

He leaned in, grinning and nuzzled my neck. "No, you sweet thing, I was just kidding. I just like squeezing your lovely breast. But I did also feel your pulse and it was perfect. I could have felt it here," he said, slipping his hand down my body from my pubes to my inner thigh. "It's called the femoral pulse, but I thought that might be a bit dangerous…"

Just then there was a knock at the door. Drake jumped up. "That's room service with our meal."

He opened the door and a waiter came in with a cart covered in white linen, with several dishes covered with metal domes to keep the food warm. Drake signed for the bill and gave the waiter a tip. When we were alone, he lifted the domes and examined the food.

"What did you order?"

"Fresh fish and vegetables, some salad. Not much of a turkey man. Hope you're hungry, because I sure am."

My stomach did feel empty as I sat up, watching Drake as he arranged our table, setting out the dishes and pulling the chairs into proper position.

"Come," he said, motioning to the food. "You need some food in you, get your blood sugar up. I'm going to keep you busy tonight and you need your strength."

That sent a rush of desire through me. "You have it all planned out?"

"You know it."

He pulled a chair out and motioned to me so I got up and smoothed my hair and my sundress and sat beside him. Then, he proceeded to feed me my meal, the fish delicious and cooked in some very simple herbs.

"Do you always feed your subs?"

"I don't usually eat meals with my subs, but I enjoy looking after them."

"Why?" I asked as he spooned some rice pilaf into my mouth. "Why don't you eat with them?"

"The relationship is just about sex."

"Eating is too personal?"

He nodded. "But I like taking care of a sub's needs. All of them. It also reinforces my dominance, which is necessary for submission to work. A sub needs to feel totally cared for, totally safe and cherished if she's going to submit completely. That, your complete submission, is what I want."

I let him feed me, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face as he did.

"Have you figured out why you want a woman's complete submission?" I said and watched him eat. "I imagine, given your training, you'd have some theories..."

He shrugged a shoulder and cut up some fish, picked a piece and held the fork up to me. "I need control. I love having a woman completely under my control."

"What does that control give you?"

"When she's tied up completely, willingly, waiting for me to do what I want to her, I am," he said and paused, taking in a deep breath. "Completely satisfied. It also makes me incredibly hard. Hearing her moans of pleasure, seeing her response to my touch, my words? Nothing else can get me off as well. But it's that she wants it, that she chooses it, that she trusts me completely to have her under my control that gets me off."

"Lara said she taught you to top someone. You can't get off if the woman takes control?"

He chewed his food for a moment, his head tilted to one side.

"I can, and did when Lara topped me. I actually tried out pain, but it did nothing for me personally, either giving or receiving. Lara even got me subs who were painsluts to see if I enjoyed it, but it did nothing for me. I always felt bad for damaging such lovely flesh. A surgeon is used to cutting into the body, but it’s always to heal, fix, improve. We create wounds, yes, but the patient never feels pain while we do it and we pride ourselves on a patient who experiences the least pain possible post-op. I'm curious about sadists and masochists, but in an entirely clinical way, not sexual."

He stopped and looked at me pointedly. "You don't have to worry. There isn't a sadist hiding inside of me, waiting to get out. I had ample opportunity to see if there was, and no."

"I'm not worried."

"Good. Don’t ever be."

I sighed. If only Dawn could understand…

"What was that sigh about?"

I shook my head. "I just wish this person could understand, Drake. I can't see that they ever will. They had a very traumatic experience and that's made them unable to understand. You and I? We can want each other and be good for each other, satisfy each other's kinks, but this will always be dangerous for you. You have to really think seriously about this. We'll have to really be extremely careful if we carry on when we get back to Manhattan."

"If we carry on? You mean, when we carry on back in Manhattan. I'm not giving up on you that easily. I have yet to plumb your depths, Kate. I want to plumb them. See how deep you go."

That made me very warm, the thought he wanted to take me as far as I could go.

We finished up the meal and I felt perfectly satisfied.

"Let's go for a walk along the beach now that the sun is down," Drake said.

I put on my sandals and we went out to the beach, the last rays of the sun orange-yellow on the ocean waves. The air was markedly cooler and it felt good on my sunburnt skin.

We walked along and he told me about his band.

"Just a bunch of guys from college," he said, his arm around my shoulder. "We started to play during our Junior year and never stopped. We found our niche and even though we're older than most bands, we enjoy playing."

"I'd like to hear you some day, or is that also off-limits for your subs?"

He said nothing for a moment, watching the ocean as we stood in an embrace.

"You may not like our music."

"Retro-psychedelic rock?" I said, forcing a smile, feeling a bit hurt that he'd have to think about it. "British Invasion? I heard you talking to my dad at the concert. I like some of it. I've heard my father play it before on those Oldie Goldie satellite radio stations. I don't have to hear you play, if it makes you uncomfortable."

 He said nothing for a moment, but I could feel a change in him. The mood shifted entirely.

"I tend to keep things separated. The different parts of my life don't intermingle, Kate."

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't expect anything."

We started walking again, but I felt incredibly sad that he wanted to keep me separate from other parts of his life. He told me that early on. I knew that from Lara. It was just hard to accept. 

I felt a bit emotional all of a sudden, a tinge of regret.

As if he felt it, he stopped before we got back to the hotel.

"Lovely Katherine," he said, stroking my cheek. "I've already gone off my usual routine with you, broken my own rules. Let's play things by ear, OK?"

I looked up into his face, but couldn't really see much detail because it was almost completely dark.

"OK. You're the one in charge."

He stroked my cheek.

"Thank you for understanding."

 

We went back inside and I went to my father's suite to say goodnight. They weren't there, so I assumed they were out dancing or something. When I got into my room, I checked my cell and sure enough, they were down at the lounge and were going to do some touristy thing and said goodnight.

I was surprised my father was so unconcerned that I was alone with Drake. Did he think we would sleep together? It felt weird. It felt good, as if he truly saw me as an adult now. I thought he'd disapprove of me being sexual with anyone, but he really must like Drake if he just left me alone with him.

Back at my hotel room, I felt a bit of anticipatory excitement about what would happen next. Drake said that he was going to use my body tonight and I felt myself warm to that thought, my flesh throbbing in response to the very idea of him using me that way, just taking his pleasure in me. It surprised me. I couldn’t explain why it thrilled me but it did. Maybe it was the thought that he needed me, wanted me, wanted to just get his pleasure in my body that did it. I didn't know why and hadn't really thought about it before.

But it aroused me completely.

I wanted to watch him fuck me and come. I wanted to watch his face and body as he did.

While he checked his own email, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, feeling a need to freshen up.

"I'm just going to zip to my own room for a moment," Drake said. "I have to get a few things, but I'll be right back."

I nodded from the bathroom door. I finished washing my face and put on my little black nightie before he returned.

When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows.

"You look lovely," he said and ran his fingers over the tops of my breasts. "Come with me. I want us to talk about the agreement."

I followed him into the living room. He had a briefcase and an overnight bag. Out of the briefcase, he removed a document. It was the agreement he'd sent to me the previous week.

"Come here and sit on my lap," he said, patting his lap.

I complied sitting across his lap as I had before, his body firm and warm beneath me, my hands on his shoulders. He held the agreement in his hand and then pointed to it, once I was comfortable.

"I want to talk about what upset you when you read it the first time."

I took the document in my hand and read it over. "Do you have a pen?"

"Yes, but before you sign, you have to tell me what you want removed. How you feel about the limits I've listed."

"Where's your pen?" I said again. I looked in the pocket of his shirt and there was one inside. A beautiful ornate fountain pen with a polished burled-wood barrel, expensive looking with a gold nib.

"This is beautiful."

"That was my father's pen. He was so old fashioned about some things. Felt that disposable pens were bad environmentally."

"You're so sentimental, Drake."

He smiled. "I guess. So," he said and pulled me closer. "Tell me about what parts of my limits bothered you when you first read it. We can negotiate. I want you to feel completely secure when you sign."

I nodded. Then I stood up, extracting myself from his arms. I went to the desk against the wall and opened the two-page document to the second page where the signature lines were located.

"Is this where I sign?"

He came to me and stopped me, his hand on mine.

"Kate, you haven't answered my questions. You can't sign until we've gone through each item."

"I've already read this. I've thought about it ever since I received it." I signed my name.

"Kate," Drake said, his head tilted. "I know you were concerned about something. Tell me. I won't sign until you do."

"I trust you, Drake," I said, turning back to him and handing him the pen. "You won't hurt me. I'm OK with the agreement the way it is."

"What about this?" he said, pointing to the mention of anal sex. "And this?" He pointed to the reference to vaginal fisting.

"I trust you, Drake," I said again. "I know you'll keep me safe and only go as far as I can handle."

He just stared at me, shaking his head slightly as if he was surprised. Then, he took the pen from my hand and signed in the appropriate spot. He put the lid back on the pen and turned back to me, pulling me against his body, his arms around me, pressing my head against his shoulder.

"Oh, sweet Katherine," he said softly. "You surprise me. But you've made me very happy."

I looked up at him, into his eyes. "I want to make you happy."

He leaned down and kissed me, softly. It was so tender, it sent a surge of something through my body. I expected him to go all Dom on me and take me roughly as he said he would, but he didn’t.

He pulled me into the bathroom and took off my nightgown, staring at me as I stood naked before him.

"Your burn is getting worse." He went to his bag on the floor by the desk and pulled out a shaving kit. He came back to where I stood on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. "Here," he said and removed a razor and some shaving cream. "I'm going to shave you and then I'm going to eat you and fuck you. Are you ready?"

"Yes," I said, my voice a bit quivery from excitement.

"Yes, what?" he said, looking at me, his expression a bit dark but I could tell he was forcing the look, and didn’t really mean it.

"Yes, whatever it is you want me to say."

"You signed the contract," he said, his eyes hooded. "What does it say?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, smiling just a bit.

"Don’t you smile when you call me Sir, or you'll ruin the whole effect. When we're together, I want you to consider us in scene. I'll call you either Katherine or slave, depending on how I feel. When you call me Sir, make sure it has a capital 'S'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, fighting to keep a straight face but failing. "Why Katherine, if I may ask?"

"It's what I first knew you as – Katherine. It's more formal and will keep me in proper Dom headspace. I'll give you a bit of leeway at first with proper forms of address," he said and I could tell he was fighting a grin as well, "but if you continue to be saucy, I'll have to spank your delicious little ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. I kept my face solemn. But in truth, the idea of him spanking me didn't scare me anymore. In fact, I wanted him to, just so I could try it out, see if I responded and how I responded. "What if I said I wanted you to spank me, just so I could know what it felt like?"

He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "I'll be spanking you soon enough, Katherine. There's no way with that mischievous look in your eyes that you won't need one. But first, I'm going to fuck you the way I want." Then, he ran a bath while I stood there and examined the bottle of aloe gel on the counter.

"Come and sit in the bath. We need to soften up your pubic hair before I shave you."

I complied, sitting in the warm water. While I sat, he arranged his implements on the vanity. A razor, some shaving cream in a bottle, and an electric wet/dry shaver. He ran hot water in the sink and threw in a couple of washcloths.

"Stand up," he said, sitting on the toilet beside the bathtub. I did, the water dripping off me. He turned on the shaver and he proceeded to shave my pussy and inner thighs. "Spread your legs wide," he said, his voice a firm command. 

I did, and rested my hands on his shoulders while he shaved me.

"Put one leg on the side of the tub," he said, pointing to me. I did and that exposed me to him, my cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal that he was so close, touching me and examining me like that. Then he added more shaving cream and used the razor to get the rest of the hair, between my thighs. Soon, I was naked, my skin smooth.

"Perfect," he said, running a washcloth over the area, then his fingers. He glanced up in my eyes. "Nice and smooth. I can see everything now." He stood and took my hand. "It makes me hard as rock."

A thrill went through me as I imagined what he would do next.

"Now, I'm going to eat you the way I wanted since I first met you, when you were on the bed with your garters and nylons showing. Before I do, I have to apply some of this," he said and pulled out a small bottle of green-looking gel.

"What's that?"

He glanced at me, his brows raised.

"I'm sorry," I said, realizing I hadn't called him Sir. "What's that, Sir?"

"It's aloe vera. It's for your burn. Can't be fucking you roughly if your burns are hurting."

He then proceeded to rub the aloe over my burned skin, my cheeks, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts, the front and back of my arms, my belly, and the tops of my thighs.

"Are you being Doctor or Dom now, Sir?"

"Doctor Dom," he said, cracking a bit of a grin. "Now, stop being so cheeky, Katherine, or I'll have to put you over my knee and teach you about punishment."

I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my huge grin.

"Oh, you," he said and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed the top of my head. "I can see I'm going to get nowhere with you tonight, Ms. Bennet. If you were any other sub…"

"If I were any other sub what?" I said. "Sir, I mean."

"If you were any other sub, I wouldn't be smiling."

"Smiling is good, Sir. I read that it releases good brain chemicals."

"That it does. Now, Katherine," he said and pulled away, his face changing from amused to stern. "No more talking. Time to submit and become my slave as you agreed in the contract."

He took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. We stood beside the bed, him behind me, his lips on my neck and shoulder.

"Close your eyes," he said as he touched me, his voice soft and low, almost a whisper. He pulled my hair away and over to one side, his lips at my ear. "Just give yourself over to me."

I did, trying to relax completely, not thinking any longer, only feeling. His hands were warm on my skin, his lips and tongue soft against my shoulder as he bit me gently. His hands stroked down my arms to my hands, which he took in his, our fingers briefly entwining as he continued to kiss my shoulder and neck. Then, he searched my body with his hands, his fingers sliding down over my hips and across my body, his fingers grazing my naked pussy, just barely touching me. One hand covered my mound completely while the other slid up and over my belly, sending jolts of lust through me, making my breath come faster.

With one hand, he cupped one of my breasts, tweaking my nipple softly.  The other hand remained covering my pussy, as if claiming it for his own. An ache began to build in my groin from his touch, and the sound of his voice in my ear, so calm but firm, his tongue sliding up and down my neck to my ear, his breath on my cheek.

After sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled me between his thighs so that his face was at the level of my neck and he just held me for a moment. His hands moved over my naked skin and his touch sent waves of lust through me, my pulse increasing, my stomach full of butterflies. His breath was warm on the skin of my neck, his hands kneading my buttocks, then slipping around and cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, pulling them into hard points.

He was just touching me all over, his face in the crook of my neck and I was getting so aroused just from his light touch. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, letting him do whatever he wanted, not expecting anything, not feeling any pressure to do anything but respond.

"I told you I was going to use your body for my own pleasure, Katherine, and I'm going to. You're not allowed to come, do you understand?"

"What if I can't help it?" I said, my eyes closed as he sucked one nipple, a jolt of lust rushing through me as his teeth grazed the puckered areola. "Sir," I quickly added.

"A simple yes or no is all that's required."

"Yes," I said, my voice husky. "Sir."

"You have to learn that you're only allowed to come when I want you to. I know when you're ready and when you deserve an orgasm. If you feel like you're going to come, you must tell me immediately."

My eyes almost rolled back into my head when his fingers slipped between my labia to find my clit.

"I don't want you to come this time, Katherine. I want you to just feel well-used. I want you to get used to being an object for my pleasure."

"Then why are you arousing me, Sir?"

"Shh," he said, a finger on my lips. I could feel his cheek raise in a smile against my skin. "No talking. I want you to feel how I felt the other night when you came so quickly and we were rudely interrupted. You have to yield up every bit of power to me, Katherine, when we're together. I decide everything. What we do, how we do it, if and when you come, and how you come." His fingers continued to stroke my clit, then slipped a bit deeper, teasing the entrance to my body.

"You've probably spent most of your life trying to keep quiet when you have an orgasm, Katherine. I want you to be loud. I want your eyes open and staring into mine."

I gasped when his fingers stroked inside of me, his thumb on my clit, my body clenching in pleasure around his fingers.

"You're so nice and wet, Katherine. You're almost ready for me."

I kept my eyes closed as he continued to stimulate me, and in truth, I felt as if I could come just from his fingers alone.

Then he pulled his fingers out abruptly and pushed me down onto the bed so I lay on my back.

"Crawl up farther," he said as he removed his shirt and shorts, so that he was standing in his boxer briefs. I did, pulling myself back on the bed.

"Are you going to tie me up?" I said, breathless, excited about the prospect.

He frowned.

"Sir, I mean."

"Katherine, a slave doesn't ask her Master what he plans. She merely submits happily."

"But you said…"

"Shh," he said and took my hands and placed them above my head. "Keep your hands together like that. Imagine that they're restrained and tied to the bed frame. Don't let go no matter what."

"Why aren't you going to restrain me for real?"

"Kate," he said, his voice a bit frustrated. "You have to let me decide these things."

I complied, holding my hands, my arms stretched above me.

"Now, close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them. I don’t want you distracted by anything besides how your body feels."

I nodded.

He spread my thighs and lay between them, his mouth at my neck and then my breasts, sucking each nipple, squeezing my breasts as he did. My face was hot, my heart pounding, my groin aching. I knew he was going to eat me, as he said he would, and the anticipation was killing me, sending waves of desire through my body.

He moved down to my groin, to my shaved pussy, and licked it all over, the external labia, and around my inner thighs and it almost drove me crazy. When he finally licked my inner lips and clit, I groaned out loud, then inhaled sharply as he sucked them into his mouth.

"Remember," he said, pulling off me. "You can't come this time. You have to tell me if you feel like you will."

I said nothing, my eyes closed, my body so ready. He slipped his fingers into me and placed his mouth over me again, sucking me, licking me and soon, I felt that sweetness that always came before an orgasm.

"I…" I gasped, my hands in his hair. "I'm going to…"

He pulled off and removed his fingers, and I just lay there panting, so close. Without any stimulation, my impending orgasm waned and I panted, swallowing, my mouth dry.

"Good girl," he said. "Keep your eyes closed."

He stood up and pulled me back to the edge of the bed, my legs spread, my feet on the edge. "Put your hands above your head again. Now, I'm going to fuck you until I come inside of you. You're not allowed to come this time."

I nodded, licking my lips, my brain fuzzy from lust.

He then proceeded to stroke my clit with the head of his cock, repeating what he did to me that first night at my apartment, teasing me with it, poking the head into me just a bit before withdrawing and stroking my labia and clit slowly. He was deliberately arousing me again, building me back up to an orgasm, and when he entered me part of the way, I felt it start again.

"I'm going…" I said, gasping as he pulled out, my thighs quaking. Again, he just waited. I felt hot all over, my body tense. After a moment, when my breathing slowed, he started once more, stroking his length over my pussy, then pushing in an inch, maybe two.

I gasped. It felt so good, I thought I was going to pass out. He stopped moving and leaned over me, his cock still inside of me. His face was just above mine.

"Open your eyes," he said, his voice firm. I did, staring into his. "I'm teaching you patience, Katherine. You have to get used to obeying me. You have to turn your body and mind over to me completely. Just feel."

I nodded.

"Now close your eyes again."

I did. He started to thrust inside of me, slowly, agonizingly slowly, entering me a bit more with each thrust. He didn’t touch my clit, just fucked me, until his entire length was in me. It felt so good as he withdrew completely and then entered me again, slowly, over and over again. Then, he stroked my clit softly, lightly, and that additional stimulation was enough and I knew I'd come if he didn’t stop.

"I'm going to…" I said, gritting my teeth, trying not to but the sweetness built in my groin, deep inside me. He didn't stop. Instead he leaned over me again, his arms on either side of me.

"Open your eyes," he said quickly. "Look in mine."

I did, expecting he'd stop fucking me, but he didn't.

"Oh, God…" I said, gasping, but he didn't stop and then I went over the edge.

"Say my name," he ordered. "Say my name when you come."

My body took over as my orgasm started and I tried to keep my eyes open, I tried to say his name, but it was almost impossible. He started thrusting deep and fast, his face just over mine.

"Say my name."

I tried but could barely speak above a whisper. "Drake…"

And then I was lost to it, waves of pleasure washing over me, my body tensing, arcing against his, breathing through gritted teeth, my eyes locked on his. He thrust harder, faster, watching me the entire time. I felt his cock become even harder inside of me and finally, he grimaced, his eyes closing briefly before opening again, grunting with each thrust as he came, his face inches from mine, his eyes locked on mine.

Then he collapsed onto me, his face in the crook of my neck, gasping for breath in my ear. His cock throbbed inside of me and I clenched around him, my arms still above my head. I slipped them down and around him, my legs wrapping around his waist. His skin was warm against me, his body weight comforting.

It was such a powerful orgasm and I felt almost faint, my hearing dulled, my mind drifting as if I was riding on a wave of bliss as he kissed my neck.

Finally, when I recovered enough to think, I couldn't hold back.

"I don't understand," I said. "I thought you didn’t want me to come, but you made me come on purpose."

He pulled back, his face over mine, his eyes locked on mine. Finally, he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Kate, my whole reason for existence when we're together is to make you come."

"But then, why did you tell me…"

He kissed my neck once more and then rose up. He took my legs and spread them and watched as he pulled his now-softening cock out of me.

"Perfect," he said as he watched and I remembered him saying he wanted to see his come dripping out of me.

I smiled and covered my face with my hands, a bit embarrassed at his carnal pleasure in the evidence of his orgasm. It amused and interested me at the same time. I always thought it was messy and a bother, but he found it satisfying, like he was marking his territory. It was just one more clue to Drake, and how his mind and libido worked.

"Why did you tell me I wasn't supposed to come?" I asked again.

He leaned back down between my thighs, his face above mine, and he stroked my cheek.

"I have to learn your body like it was my own because I want to own it. You have to get used to taking orders from me. You have to get used to me controlling your response. I watched you get closer and closer with what I did to you so I could learn to judge when you're no longer able to hold back. I watched your body and your face. I listened to your breathing for how erratic it became when you started to come, watched your skin for how it flushed when you were ready, saw your nipples as they puckered when your orgasm started, how your belly tightened as your muscles tensed. They're all clues that let me know how you're feeling, how you're responding to each thing I do to you. Eventually, I'll be able to tell you're close without you having to tell me. But you'll still have to ask permission. I want to control your orgasms, Kate. It's my kink."

I nodded. He wanted me to be completely in his control. To give up my will to him so he could make me do what he wanted. He wanted to make me come, not just accidentally during sex, but purposely.

I closed my eyes and just lay beneath him, bliss filling me, my arms and legs heavy. I didn't have to do anything except respond. I didn't have to think. I didn't have to worry. I didn’t have to try to do anything.

It was liberating.

"I want your every orgasm to be mine."

"Why?" I said, opening my eyes.

He just stared at me, shaking his head.

"Why does it matter?" he said, his face serious. "I just do. There's no big mystery. It gets me off. When I really feel your complete submission, that moment when I know you are completely mine, it will be," he said, pausing as if searching for the right words. "Bliss."

"Bliss," I said, wondering what bliss felt like, but pretty sure it felt close to what I felt when I was in the throes of my orgasm.

"Hopefully, when you do submit completely, you'll feel it, too."

"I thought I did."

He smiled. "No, not even close. We're just starting, Kate. I have to learn every inch of you. I have to learn all your little kinks. All the things that send you over. I have to feel you give more and more control to me. Unquestioning. You have to do things without a thought and you're still thinking. It will take a while. But it will be so worth it for us both."

He kissed the tops of my breasts where I was burnt and laid his head on them, his breath warm on my nipple.

I couldn't imagine it getting any better than this.

 

To my surprise, we didn't fuck again. I thought he intended to make me come three times, and I began to wonder if he didn't use his sex talk as a way to ramp up my desire. I smiled to myself as I lay in his arms in the dark once we'd both brushed our teeth and crawled under the covers. He knew how to work me up.

I was also surprised that he decided to stay with me.

"Why are you sleeping here with me?" I asked, when he snuggled against me, his arms around me, one hand under my breast as if he was feeling my pulse. "I thought you'd go back to your own room."

He was quiet for a moment. "I thought I'd stay with you tonight, make sure you're all right after the day you had. You've got a bad sunburn, and you had a touch of heat stroke."

"So you're in charitable doctor mode?"

He kissed my shoulder. "Something like that." He said nothing for a moment, but then he sighed. "To tell you the truth, I've gone a bit off the reservation, so to speak."

I rolled over onto my back and looked at his face in the darkness. I could just make out his cheekbones and a glint in his eyes from a sliver of light from under the curtains.

"Off the reservation?"

"I've broken my own rules with you."

"How?"

He stroked his hand over my shoulder and down my arm. "I told you. I keep things in their own place. I don't like them to mix."

"Why? Were you one of those kids who kept their food on separate parts of the plate, not letting them touch?"

He chuckled for a moment. Then he was quiet and I just listened to him breathe.

"It gets messy."

"What gets messy?"

"Katherine…" He kissed my forehead. "Is this twenty questions?"

I felt a bit hurt at that. He didn't want me to question him. "You want to understand me, Drake. Why can't I want to understand you?"

"That's not how it's supposed to work. You're supposed to just let me do the thinking. Let me do the knowing. You just let go of control when you're with me and relax. I should remain this dark and powerful enigma."

"Dr. Enigma," I said, smiling just a bit. "I think I get it. You want to stay a bit mysterious so I feel more submissive when I'm with you. Am I right?"

"Something like that. Now, shush. Go to sleep. I'm going to fuck you first thing before the conference starts and I want you all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fair warning."

"Bright eyed and bushy tailed…" I said, a stab of desire going through me at his warning. "How will I be able to sleep after you tell me that? Too bad I didn't bring Big along…"

"You've got the real Big right here," he said and thrust his pelvis against me. "Don't you try to get me all hard again, Katherine." He nuzzled my neck and I could hear the smile in his voice. "I have to present my paper tomorrow morning in another session. I have to sleep."

I sighed. "Good night, Drake."

"Good night, Ms. Bennet," he said, humor in his voice. "I'm beginning to think that name suits you to a tee and I should start calling you Elizabeth."

"Did you read Pride and Prejudice?" I said, surprised.

He shifted on the bed beside me, snuggling a bit closer. "Dave isn't the only person in the world to take a Victorian Lit course in college. I read Pride and Prejudice, but I'm more a Brontë Wuthering Heights fan."

I lay in the dark, Drake's arm around my waist, and thought about him as a young student, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, studying Victorian Literature and reading Ms. Austen and the Brontës.

"Why did you like Wuthering Heights so much?"

"Kate…" He yawned beside me. "Tomorrow. I promise that, after I fuck you, I'll tell you all about my love of Emily Brontë over breakfast…"

"Wuthering Heights is so … depressing. Tragic. Pride and Prejudice is happily ever after."

"Shh," he said, squeezing me. "I don't believe in happily ever after, Kate. I've studied psychology. I've been divorced. Now please. Women's brains have this tendency to become more active after a good fucking. Men need sleep. Very strong hint…"

That sent a stab of something through my chest. I just lay still, barely breathing. I understood what he just did. He just reminded me very clearly that this was just a contractual agreement. What I so eagerly signed was meant to limit our relationship to kinky sex. He might have gone off the reservation somewhat with me, but this was as far as he was going to go.

I thought about Wuthering Heights, about Heathcliff, the tragic anti-hero. How Catherine was the only light in his darkness, how his enduring love for her drove him to do terrible things. How Catherine couldn't deny her love for him and how their love ended in tragedy.

I shivered, and it wasn't just my sunburn. Beside me, Drake breathed slowly and deeply, already asleep.