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  We emerged into the Hearth Room, with its ornate décor, the wallpaper dark brocade, the fixtures gilded, mirrors and glass, silver, white tablecloth and crystal glasses. I loved the place and imagined sitting in a café in St. Petersburg before the revolution, where there was lively conversation about art and music and politics.

  I led Kate across the room to the sofas. Displayed on the coffee table was our blini, caviar and vodka. As soon as the hostess left, I pulled Kate down onto my lap and began to feed her blini smeared with caviar, sour cream and minced red onions.

  On her part, Kate gave in completely, lying across my lap, her arm around my shoulder. She seemed to really enjoy the blini and caviar, her eyes widening with pleasure as she ate. That sent my thoughts to her face while I pleasured her, which I planned to do once we made a toast. I handed her a shot glass of vodka.

  “Za vas!” I said.

  She held up her glass and responded, then drank down the vodka. When she lay back in my arms one more, I slipped my hand beneath her dress to caress her thigh and her lace garters, unable to get enough of them. After we enjoyed a few more blini, I left Kate on the couch, and closed the double doors, so that we had privacy from the other rooms. Kate stood up, adjusted her dress and turned towards another door that lead to the restrooms.

  "Where do you think you're going?" I said, frowning.

  "Just to freshen up before my parents get here."

  "You look beautiful just the way you are." I went to her and fixed her with my gaze. "I want you," I said, my voice hoarse. "Now."

  I grabbed her and pulled her close, pressing her against me, one hand at the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair.

  "Drake," she whispered. "My parents are supposed to arrive…"

  "Not for at least fifteen minutes. That gives me plenty of time, so relax, Katherine," I said, trying to make my voice commanding. "I gave the establishment strict instructions that we aren’t to be disturbed until your parents arrive. When they do, they'll call my cell first, and won't send them up until I say."

  I tilted her head up and kissed her, pressing my erection into her to let her know how she affected me. She moaned when my tongue found hers, and I sucked it into my mouth, while I squeezed her ass, pulling her even closer.

  She ran her fingers through my hair, grabbing it and pulling me down to her. Heat built in me and I kissed her more deeply, my heart racing, my cock so hard and in need of her tight warm wetness. When she ground her hips against me, I growled, surprising even myself with the strength of my response. I inhaled deeply when I felt the top of her stockings, the clip of her garter, the naked skin of her pussy.

  "Fuck, I need you, right now." I lifted her thigh and ground myself into her.

  I pushed her down on the couch so that she lay beneath me, my hips between her thighs. I kissed her deeply once again, pressing against her, grinding my hips, and my erection, into her. I slid down her body and lifted her dress, baring her lower body before kissing her all over, her belly, her inner thighs, her mound.

  "Drake," she said, her body stiffening.

  "Shh," I said sternly. "Comply."

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes but when I slipped my fingers inside her body, she gasped, her thighs trembling. She moaned when I covered her with my mouth, unable to stop from thrusting her hips against me. Soon, as I licked her labia, and stroked her clit with my tongue, she was writhing under my mouth. I thrust two fingers inside her, sucking her clit between my lips, my tongue circling it.

  When I pulled away, she opened her eyes and I held her gaze, enjoying the expression of desperate need I saw on her face. I leaned over her, my arms on either side of her head.

  "I'd love to fuck you from behind right now. Your dress hiked up over your back, your body over the back of the couch, me standing behind you, watching my cock slide inside of you, but we have only a few minutes. Instead, I think I want you to stand in position for a while so I can imagine it."

  I lifted her up and turned her around, pulling up her dress so that her nice round creamy ass and legs were on display. Her black sheer stockings with the seam up the back, and black lace garters and garter belt contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. As I admired Kate's luscious curves, I bent her over the couch and then I sat on the opposite couch and watched her, knowing it would arouse her to be on display, coupled with the risk of being discovered by the serving staff or worse – her parents.

  We remained like this, Kate in position before me, for a few more moments, and when my cell chimed Kate startled and tried to stand up, but I placed one hand on her back to stop her from getting up just yet.

  The hostess said Ethan and Elaine had arrived and asked if I wanted her to bring them up.

  "Yes, you can bring them up," I said, totally in control. "But give me a couple of minutes first. Show them the new ice sculpture. Introduce them to the chef."

  I ended the call and Kate tried to stand up straight again but I stopped her once more.

  "No." I ran my fingers down the small of her back, between her ass cheeks to her pussy, my fingers teasing the entrance to her body, my thumb stroking over her clit, which was nice and hard and swollen.

  "Drake…"

  "The more you resist, the longer I'll take."

  She said nothing while I stroked her clit more firmly, and soon her breath was coming in short gasps. Finally, I pulled her dress down, turned her around and stroked my hands over her hair, adjusting her dress to make sure everything was presentable.

  I ran a hand over my erection and buttoned my jacket to cover it. I dipped my fingers in my glass of vodka and licked them off, smiling at Kate when I did. I dipped a corner of a handkerchief into the vodka and wiped my mouth.

  "My two favorite things – your pussy and vodka."

  Kate couldn't help but smile back, although her cheeks were flushed red and I knew she was anxious about her parents finding us. "How am I going to get through this dinner?" she said, her voice breathy with unmet desire.

  "You'll manage. Keep imagining what I'm going to do with and to you when we're alone later."

  I went to the double doors and opened them when I heard their voices coming from the direction of the elevator. I welcomed them both, taking them off the hostess's hands.

  “There you are,” I said, smiling, reaching a hand out to Ethan for a shake.

  “Glad to see you my boy,” Ethan replied.

  I bent to Elaine and kissed her cheek.

  "Please bring up more caviar," I said to the hostess, and ushered them into the room.

  Kate kissed Ethan’s and then Elaine’s cheeks. "I'm so glad you suggested this," Kate said. "I never thought I'd say it but I love caviar."

  We sat around the coffee table and I poured them both a shot each of vodka.

  “To your health,” I said. They all responded in kind and downed the vodka. Ethan seemed especially pleased to be here and smacked his lips in appreciation, reaching for one of the last blini to follow his shot.

  We caught up with each other’s days and I asked Ethan about his campaign. Elaine asked me about the job in Africa and so I described what I’d be doing to help Michael at the hospital and told her about the Medical College. Kate took my hand, squeezing it, smiling up at me.

  I smiled when I saw the expression on her face – she was clearly happy. I leaned over and kissed her briefly before turning back when the cocktail waitress brought more blini and caviar.

  I held up my glass. "Za vas," I said, looking at everyone in turn. "To us."

  "To us," Ethan replied. He held up his glass, as did Elaine and Kate. Together, we shot back the vodka and turned to the blini and caviar once more.

  I ordered a sample menu, enjoying the savory specialties of the Chef on the line that night. When each course came, I described it and where each dish came from in Russia, familiar with the most popular dishes.

  I turned back, picked up my glass of wine, and toasted us once again. I knew that my father would be pleased to see m
e with his old friend and especially with Kate, probably imagining that she’d moderate my political conservatism. Instead, it would be me who encouraged her sexual liberalism. Whatever the case, Kate and I were happy together and I hoped I had learned enough about women and life that I didn’t make the same mistakes he made with my mother.

  I was determined not to let that happen. Kate’s happiness was everything to me.

  After our coffee and dessert, and following our goodbyes to Ethan and Elaine, Kate and I were back in my car and headed to the apartment on 8th Avenue. The streets were less busy and huge snowflakes fell lazily from a cloud-covered sky, the lights of the city reflecting on the cloud surface, lighting up the streets.

  Once we were back in the apartment, I could barely wait to ravish Kate, and after I removed our coats and threw both onto the chair by the door, I pushed Kate into the living room, guiding her with hands on her hips, biting playfully at her neck.

  "Now, my lovely Katherine," I said, pulling her hair out of its clip, smoothing it with my hands. "It's time to do your duty for your Master."

  I pushed her to the couch so that she stood in front of it and leaned over, her arms on the back, her knees spread wide. I pulled up her dress so that her bare ass was once more there for my enjoyment. And enjoy it I did – her ass was perfect, round, full, soft. Her pussy peeked out from beneath her buttocks, and I could barely wait to push myself inside of her.

  I unfastened my belt buckle and unzipped my fly, letting my pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor. I leaned over her, one hand sliding around her waist to her pussy, fingers spreading her until I found her clit, which I began to massage. With the other hand, I brushed her long hair out of the way and pulled down the shoulder of her dress.

  I kissed the back of her neck and shoulder, biting the muscle softly, nibbling at her ear as I cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress. Finally impatient, I pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and drew down the entire side so that her breast spilled out. I grabbed it and squeezed, her nipple between my fingers and thumb. I tweaked it, and Kate gasped in response.

  I rubbed the head of my cock over her folds from behind, aching to slide inside of her wet tightness, but wanting to build her up so that she would come very quickly.

  Finally, I entered her, sliding my entire length inside right to the hilt, my hands on her hips. She groaned, her body clenching around me. I stayed in that position for a moment, breathing in deeply as I relished the pure pleasure.

  "You look so good," I murmured, stroking her ass, my fingers tracing her garter belt, my cock all the way inside of her. "So damn beautiful…"

  I began to thrust, the fingers of one hand brushing her clit, while the other hand played with her breast. When I glanced up, I caught her eye in the mirror and her expression was one of pure desire.

  She came very quickly, as I expected and wanted. Usually, I’d tease her and tease her, denying her orgasm to make it even more powerful but tonight I wanted her to come and come fast. I didn’t want to wait.

  "Oh, God," she gasped. "I…"

  I grasped her hips and thrust hard and fast and that sent her over, her body convulsing around my cock, her legs shaking. She gasped as she came, her face a mask of pleasure. I stopped, wanting to feel her body convulsing around my cock, the spasms delighting me. I kissed her shoulder for a moment and began thrusting once more, watching our bodies where they joined, watching her face as I fucked her hard, until finally, I felt the exquisite pleasure in my balls as I started to ejaculate and slammed into her, grunting in pleasure with each thrust.

  I collapsed against her, breathing fast in her ear. We remained in that position for a moment and I turned her head and kissed her. "Stay like that," I said as I withdrew slowly. "I want to watch."

  I withdrew and stepped backwards, sitting down on the chair across from the couch and examined Kate, watching as my semen dripped out of her.

  "Tomorrow, after I'm finished with a few things at the hospital, I want you waiting for me here, naked except for your garters and stockings, blindfolded, kneeling beside the bed. We'll do a scene from my letters."

  Kate nodded, but said nothing, for I expect she was a little shy about having me watch her so intently.

  "Does that please you, Katherine?"

  "Yes," she said, her voice soft. "It pleases me very much."

  "You're going to let me tie you up and have my way with you tomorrow. I'm going to enjoy you exactly as I want to."

  "Yes," she said. "You will."

  "Good girl." I went to her, pulling her upright, turning her around and embracing her, our mouths finding each other in a passionate kiss.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The next day I spent my last few hours in the OR, finishing a few cases that required my expertise. That night, after I drove Kate to her apartment to pick up an extra charger for the laptop that she’d forgotten to pack, I was going to drop her off at 8th Avenue and make a brief run to the hospital to check in on the last of my surgical patients. After I was finished, I’d join her there and we'd do our scene.

  "Will you take me to your apartment in Chelsea instead?" she said, out of the blue. It startled me but I tried to take it in stride. So far, we hadn’t gone to my place. I preferred to stay at the apartment on 8th Avenue.

  I quirked an eyebrow, trying to stall for time. "Curious, are you?"

  "I showed you mine. I think it's only fair to show me yours." She turned to me, and I could tell from her expression, that this was some kind of test. I finally smiled, amused at her attempt to get me to break another one of my rules. "Trying to figure me out are you, Ms. Bennet? Sometimes a little mystery is a good thing. You might be disappointed when you see it."

  "Why?"

  "It's not really all that interesting. Just a nice old apartment in a nice old apartment block. My broker recommended it and I bought it sight unseen. It was decorated professionally so there's not much of my personality in it."

  "Still, I'd love to see it,” she said. “The Sanctum Sanctorum."

  I laughed. "It's not the holiest of holies. It's just an apartment."

  "If you really don't want to take me, we don't have to go but I will feel slighted."

  "No, no," I said and shook my head. I glanced at her as we stopped at a stoplight, trying to sound unconcerned. I wasn’t sure what I had against taking Kate to my place. "If you really want to see it, we can drop by there now. In fact, if you want, we can do our scene there. I have quite a few toys…"

  "I'm sorry,” she said and now her voice was full of reluctance. “It's just that I'd like to see how you lived before you met me."

  "No, it's fine. As to how I lived before I met you," I said and cracked a grin. "I lived like a monk most of the time. I worked at the hospital. I gave lectures at Columbia. I attended fundraisers. I played racquetball at my club. And, when I had a submissive, I went to her apartment and tied her up and fucked her. Sometimes, I went to a dungeon party or one of the local munches. That was pretty much it. I lived a bachelor's life, Kate. The Chelsea apartment is where I eat and sleep. 8th Avenue is my place. My refuge. When I think of us, I see us there."

  We drove along in silence for a few moments, and I could almost feel her mind working.

  "How many submissives have you had?"

  I was actually surprised she hadn’t asked me before. "Eight with signed contracts."

  "Eight?" she said, turning to me, a frown on her face.

  I smiled, a bit guilty given that it had only been five years since my divorce. It worked out to quite a high rate, especially when you added in the subs that were one-offs when I’d gone to dungeon parties and took part in scenes.

  "That doesn't include the subs I topped at play parties. I don't know how many there were. Maybe another six or so. You have to remember," I said, forming my words carefully. "Lara trained me and introduced me to a number of different subs. She was helping me learn what kind of Dom I was, so I went through quite a few in the first couple of y
ears. It’s not easy to find compatible people."

  Beside me Kate nodded, but there was this look on her face. I reached over and took her hand, lifting it to my lips to kiss her knuckles.

  "You don't have to be jealous. I never felt anything for them other than a desire for bondage and to dominate them sexually. They were a more rewarding way of having an orgasm than jerking off. You're completely different."

  "I'm not jealous," she said, but I didn’t believe it for a moment. I didn’t even want to hear about her past – not anymore.

  "I'm curious,” she said. “And intimidated."

  I smiled. "Good," I said. "A Dom is supposed to be a bit intimidating. It helps get the sub in the proper submissive state of mind, but when you think of me as your partner, you should feel my equal."

  "I'm really not your equal.” She glanced at me, her gaze moving over me like she was sizing me up. "You're a neurosurgeon. I haven't even had a real job yet."

  I laughed. "Kate..." I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek briefly. "I'll let you in on a very well-kept secret." I focused back on the road. "Take away all the trappings of power, the accomplishments, the money, and underneath every mogul, however successful, is just a flesh and blood man. We all want the same thing, deep down."

  "What?"

  I glanced at her, smirking. "Hot sex with a really great-looking babe."

  "Drake!" She pulled her hand out of mine and punched my shoulder playfully.

  "Just kidding," I said, laughing. I grabbed her hand back and threaded my fingers through hers. "No, seriously. Men fall in love more easily than women. When I finally met you, before our meeting with Lara, I wanted to ask you out, even thought I knew it would probably only be vanilla. I'd already plotted out a way to seduce you and initiate you into my depraved ways and so learning you were the sub I was supposed to initiate into the secret world of D/s..."