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

control over someone else. You don’t just tie someone up and think everything's going to be OK. Let me show you how you introduce a new sub to BDSM. I'll explain everything and you can learn how."
    At that point, I was looking for anything to move forward and so it was a no-brainer. I trusted her. She helped me find out who and what I really was. I have no doubt about it.
    The first time we did a scene was at that very dungeon, in that actual room, and although we did nothing more than have sex in public, with me restrained, it was my initiation into the real world of kink. That first night, I was a reluctant sub, not really sure I wanted to be restrained or to have sex in front of complete strangers. But I turned myself over to Lara and let her lead me.
    She made me wear a pair of pants made of exceptionally fine leather that molded to my body, showing every bulge and muscle. I was shirtless during our scene, barefoot. A leather-clad Lara wore a tight leather mini dress that pushed her ample breasts up into delicious mounds. She also wore thigh-high leather boots. Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a smooth ponytail that reached the middle of her back.
    She was beautiful in a cold, commanding way. She held a riding crop in one hand, which I eyed with suspicion, but she promised me it was just for show. She might run it over my body for sensory stimulation only. No pain would be involved unless I failed to comply, then the brief smack with it was only a reminder that I was to comply.
    Our scene took place in the corner of the dungeon near some leather-covered benches, next to the sex swing. A few people watched as Lara restrained my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She eyed me up and down while I waited, my pulse racing, for what was to happen next.
    "You know, when I found you again, I wished that you were a submissive, but you're not. However," she said and ran her riding crop over my shoulder and down my abs to my crotch. "You're going to have to let go of all your need for domination when you're with me. Do what I say or expect a smack with this."
    "I'll try," I said.
    "Try isn't good enough, Drake. Obey. It's simple."
    "What if I don't like what you tell me to do?"
    "You'll like it."
    I took in a deep breath and tried to let go of my preference to take the lead in sex. She circled me as I stood there, waiting, and examined my body. While she did, she used her riding crop to trace my muscles, down my spine to my ass, up along the backs of my thighs to my butt, and then around my groin again, between them and up under my balls.
    The leer in her eyes was starting to get to me. What would she do? What would she make me do?
    I expected that I would service her in some way, but would I play stud and fuck her, or would I perform oral sex and make her orgasm?
    My breath quickened when she ran her bare hands down my back, one finger trailing down my spine once more to the top of my leather pants. She stood behind me and as she was as tall as me with her boots on, she was able to kiss my neck from behind, her hands trailing around my waist to stroke my belly, tracing the line of hair from my navel down below the waistband of my leather pants, her fingers dipping below to my pubes without actually touching my dick.
    When she bit the muscle on my shoulder gently, then licked the skin beneath my ear, I started to respond.
    I didn’t mind this. She was deliberately trying to arouse me.
    Her hands massaged me through my leather pants as she pressed her breasts against my back.
    "You're so big , Drake," she whispered in my ear. "I used to fantasize about sitting on you and fucking myself with your Nice. Fat. Cock ."
    I grew thicker under her fingers, enjoying how the leather warmed and molded to my growing erection, the pleasant ache in my groin intensifying from the feel of her breath on my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes closed, as she moved around to face me and sucked the skin on my throat.
    Then, she