The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) by S. E. Lund

someone more dominant to unleash her desire.
    At that moment, I decided to pursue her and see how far I could get. If she was in the least bit submissive, I intended to be the one to slowly and very carefully introduce her to the lifestyle.
    Good God, Drake, you’re smitten…
    I had only just met the lovely Ms. Bennet, but he was right.
    I was.
     
     

 

    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    On Saturday night, Lara and I went to the home of a friend, who had a well-equipped dungeon in his Brooklyn basement. It was a chance to meet the two potential submissives Lara found for me. Lara sent me their screen names at FetLife and I had done some preliminary research on them based on their profiles and their preferences, but in truth, neither one interested me very much – at least, not as much as Katherine.
    I knew it was wrong to think of her, wrong to want her, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The image of her on the bed with her garters showing, her face flushed with embarrassment, her cleavage so inviting as she bent forward to cover up her gaping thighs, played in my mind.
    I did everything humanly possible to shut out the image.
    I spent time with my book of my previous submissives, sad now that Allie and I hadn’t been able to work things out. I remembered the photo shoots, getting off to their images, but Katherine was still there at the back of my mind. Thoughts of her intruded at the oddest times – when I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria surrounded by my fellow surgeons, talking cases and conferences. In line at the grocers. Lying in bed after a grueling workout intended to drive away every sexual thought and let me sleep.
    Still, I had a need for sex and didn’t want to wait to see if Katherine was even interested, so I went to the dungeon with Lara in the hopes of finding one of the two submissives Lara had chosen acceptable. I wanted a temporary play partner for the interim.
    I’d sent both submissives the links to my website with my letters so they’d get an idea of what I liked. They could also check out my profile at FetLife and see that I had been in the lifestyle for five years and had a number of submissives under my protection and under contract. In emails, I told them what to expect at the dungeon, and how they would be expected to dress and behave.
    Fetish wear was necessary – at least one piece of clothing had to be leather, latex or rubber. Submissives were expected to be scantily dressed, wearing something that left little to the imagination if they wanted to attract attention. They would be expected to each play with me in public, do a short scene involving bondage or public sex. If they weren’t able to manage public sex, it would be in one of the private rooms in the house. I had no intense desire for public sex, but it was pretty much expected that each participant would do something fetish to take part, even if there was no sex involved.
    Jenna, one of the two submissives, absolutely refused to have public sex but she did want to be tied up. Chessie was up for anything I wanted, seemingly in a bid to be chosen as my new submissive, but she seemed a little eager for my liking. I enjoyed the chase, teasing response out of a reluctant sub who was afraid of the power of her own desire. It seemed so much sweeter to evoke a response from someone who was holding back.
    Like a victory.
    I wanted to win them over, defeat their resistance, have them surrender completely. That turned me on.
    We arrived at the house in Bay Ridge, a renovated historic property with a fully equipped dungeon in the basement. The owner and dungeon master was a lawyer, partner in a huge firm, and could indulge in his desire for every piece of kink equipment in the catalogue. His children were grown and living elsewhere so he could indulge his lifestyle without worry. The guests were all hand-picked, friends of his and trusted completely to be discrete about who attended. I could relax and not worry about my involvement in