The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9

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Authors: S. E. Lund
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that she had to look in my eyes. "What are you thinking?"
    She shook her head, shrugged one shoulder, and I knew she was embarrassed. Finally, she exhaled and leaned in close to me, her lips beside my ear.
    "I want you to put your book away," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
    I pulled back, searching her face, until finally, our eyes met. Her cheeks were red.
    "You don't need to be jealous,” I said, amused. “I didn't love them."
    "I know," she said. "But they mattered to you."
    "I only want to be with you." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. How could she doubt how I felt for her? I couldn’t stand to be apart from her. I wanted her every moment of the day. Everything else was a diversion.
    "I don't want reminders of all the other submissives you've had,” she said. “I don't want you looking at those photos."
    I watched her, wondering what I could do to make her feel more secure. I reached down and touched her bottom lip. "Do you want us to make some photographs like those?"
    "Yes."
    "We will. Once we've explored more. I'm sorry that I've never done the whole scene with you. It seemed like I was always waiting for you at 8 th Avenue instead of the other way around. And you always seemed to throw me off my game with your seductive ways…"
    She smiled innocently. "What do you mean?"
    "You have a way of disrupting my train of thought, Ms. Bennet. My plans all crumble when that happens. I planned on giving you exactly what you read about in my letters, but I failed."
    "I know,” she said, smiling. “I felt very cheated. Like false advertising…" She pouted. For a moment, I took her seriously but then I laughed when I realized she was teasing me.
    "I better get it together."
    She nodded, smiling at me. "I'd like that. Finally get what I paid for."
    I grinned. "One of these nights, we could meet at 8 th Avenue. You have a key. I'd want you to wait for me," I said, running a finger across the tops of her breasts, making her shiver. "Naked except for your stockings and garters and a blindfold. I want you kneeling on a pillow by the bed, your lips parted. I want you nice and wet for me, waiting."
    "When?"
    " Shh ," I said, holding a finger to her lips. "That's for me to decide. I'll text you and let you know."
    I pulled her into my arms and kissed her neck, my lips trailing down her throat to the swell of her breasts. I had to teach her to just submit, and stop asking when and what and how. It was hard for her – like she said, she’d been independent for quite a awhile, and as much as submission appealed to her, she fought it out of fear of what it meant about her. If I let her, she’d keep peppering me with questions and hoping for reassurances. I had to take control and not let her question my decisions and plans.
    The best way to silence her was to take over and kiss her, arouse her, stop her talking. So I kissed her, my kiss soft, my fingers in her hair. Her mouth was so inviting, her lips soft and lush and parted willingly when I explored her with my tongue, finding hers, the touch of hers on mine making my cock jump.
    I unbuttoned her sweater and ran my tongue along the top of one breast. She shivered, her skin all gooseflesh. I couldn’t get enough of her breasts, and rolled down the fabric of one cup, squeezing it, my thumb and finger tweaking the nipple to a hard point. She inhaled when I covered it with my mouth and sucked, my tongue soft against the hard nub. She groaned, and that sound made me even harder.
    I had enough of her clothed and so I pushed her down on the bed and began to undress her, impatient to have her naked beneath me, struggling with her buttons before pulling the sweater off over her head. I pulled down the other cup and sucked on her nipple, and she gasped when I drew my teeth over the hard nub.
    I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to titillate her with the idea that a tiny bit of pain followed by pleasure could heighten the experience. I unbuttoned her jeans and

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