14. Drake

CHAPTER 14

DRAKE

“When I give you a command, I expect immediate obedience. You’re my good girl, and I’d hate to have to punish you for being naughty. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers breathlessly.

Warmth spreads in my chest. She likes this. Me being stern with her. Chastising her lightly. Because of her past, it won’t be something I’ll do often—unless we learn that it’s one of her kinks.

I give her a few light spanks and nearly come in my pants when she lets out a soft moan. Fuck. She’s loving this.

“You’re being so good, Lily. Taking your spanking so well, aren’t you? Does it feel good, baby?”

She moans again and twists slightly to look back at me, her eyes pleading. “Yes, Sir. It feels amazing. Should a spanking feel this good?”

A chuckle rolls up from my chest. She’s made for me. I don’t know why I worried. Our chemistry is off the charts. I have a feeling we’ll enjoy everything we do with each other no matter what.

“Not all spankings feel this good, but some do. Some women orgasm just from being spanked.”

Her cheeks turn pink. When I smack her ass again, she bites her bottom lip. I haven’t even reached between her legs yet, and she’s close already.

“Sir.” Her voice wobbles, and she’s nearly panting. I can’t stand it a second longer. I need to hear her come. I need it more than I need my next fucking breath.

Sliding my hand between her legs, I let my fingers brush her lips. She tenses. I don’t push in case she needs a second to call out her safeword. When she shifts her hips to get more friction, relief rushes through me. She wants this.

I spread her lips and dip my finger in deeper, her wetness coating my skin. Slowly, I let my fingers glide to her clit. When I circle it, she lurches forward, letting out a small cry.

“That’s it, baby. I know what you need.” When I do it again, she squirms, so I wrap my free arm around her waist, keeping her pinned in place.

“Drake,” she breathes roughly.

I pull my hand away from her clit and give her bottom a sharp smack, then return to her pussy. Her noises are so damn sweet and sensual. Even though I have her held down, she’s wiggling enough to tease my cock.

“Spread your legs wider, baby.”

She quickly obeys. I slip my finger into her tight cunt. She reaches back and grabs my shirt.

“Sir! Oh, God. Drake!”

I start to thrust in and out of her, curling my finger so it rubs against that special spot inside. When her cries become louder and more urgent, I add a second finger and use my thumb to toy with her clit.

“Drake! Drake?”

Even though I didn’t tell her to ask me permission to come, it pleases the beast inside me that she’s looking for my approval. Maybe she’s seen it in the club, or maybe it’s a natural reaction. Whatever it is, I love it.

“Yes, baby girl. Come for me. Come all over my hand like the good girl that you are. Give it all to me.”

She screams and flails wildly, her entire body tensing as her pleasure crashes through her. It goes on and on, and the entire time, she cries out my name. I feel like a king.

When she goes limp and quiet, I gently pull my hand free and bring my fingers to my mouth. She twists slightly, watching as I lick her arousal completely clean.

“Wow,” she murmurs.

I chuckle and stroke her hair. “Wow, huh?”

“More than wow. I didn’t know orgasms were like that.”

“Yeah, baby. They’re like that. Come here.”

I gently lift her and settle her on my lap, then grab a throw blanket from the back of the couch to wrap her up in. Watching her come was amazing. Hell, it was life-changing. But this, holding her and seeing her so relaxed and smiling, I think this is my new favorite hobby.

She stares up at me, and my heart swells. I’m falling for her. I might have already fallen. I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone I wanted to share my life with, but one week in her presence, and I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else.

A few minutes pass in silence, and when I get up to carry her to bed, she lets out a small whine.

“Shh. Just rest, baby. I’ll take care of everything.”

Her eyes flash with uncertainty for just a second, but then she relaxes and nods. “Yes, Sir.”

I lay her on the bed and pull the blankets up to her neck. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to the closet and the bathroom. Stay where you are.”

Moving quickly, I hustle into the bathroom to wash my hands and pee. My cock is still painfully hard, and using the toilet is a challenge because of it.

After I’m done in the bathroom, I pop into the closet and strip out of my clothes, replacing them with a plain T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. On my way back to the bed, I grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and a bar of chocolate from the snack basket.

She watches me through half-lidded eyes as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Take some sips, baby.”

“Thank you.” She snatches the bottle from me and takes several gulps. “All that screaming really dried my mouth.”

I chuckle and break off a piece of chocolate for her, then hold it up to her lips. She smiles softly before opening her mouth for me. My cock twitches when her tongue brushes against my finger. The day I feel those lips wrapped around me is going to be one of the best of my life.

We sit in silence while I feed her. It’s not long before she starts yawning. It’s been a busy day for her.

“Bedtime.”

She sighs. “I’m not tired, though. And shouldn’t, um, shouldn’t I repay the favor?”

Capturing her chin, I give her a firm squeeze. “No arguing. And there is no favor to repay.”

Her gaze drops to my lap. “ That can’t be comfortable.”

Smiling, I lean over and tap her on the nose. “Your only job tonight is to obey me. And I say it’s bedtime.”

“Will you come to bed with me?” Her voice is shaky, and I hate that she’s unsure. Like she’s worried what she’s asking me is an inconvenience.

“Of course. Go use the bathroom and brush your teeth. I set a toothbrush out for you.”

Biting her lip, she holds the blanket up over her breasts. “Can I borrow a shirt?”

“Nope. I like you with no clothes on.”

“But you have clothes on.” She motions toward me, a challenge in those caramel eyes.

Smirking, I rise and set my hands on either side of her hips, brushing my lips over hers. “Yes, I do, because if I come anywhere near you without clothes, I’m going to end up fucking you, and I’m trying to take my time. Now, go, sassy girl.”

When she climbs out of bed, I give her a swat on the ass, and she giggles, then sticks her tongue out at me before she closes the bathroom door.

Such a brat. And I love it. She’s letting her guard down little by little.

“There’s not a lot that can be done from a legal standpoint other than contacting social services and requesting they make a visit there,” my attorney Chase says.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and lean back in my chair. That’s what I was afraid of when I called to ask what options there were. Chase is also a trusted friend, so I know he won’t blow smoke up my ass.

“Tell me straight. What’s the likelihood of something actually getting done about this?” I ask.

He sighs through the phone. “Not great. There are no laws against homeschooling, and they probably don’t keep any record of the ‘marriages.’ Cults like these are smart. They know what they’re doing is wrong, so they always cover their asses.”

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Sorry, man. I wish I had a better answer. Whatever you want me to do, though, I’ll do it. I just can’t make any promises for the outcome you’re hoping for.”

“Yeah, well, I need something a little more concrete. They hurt my woman, and there are other women and girls there getting the same treatment.”

“Right. I’ll be ready for a phone call when you get arrested for doing whatever it is you’re going to do.”

I chuckle. He knows me well. “Thanks, man. I’ll be in touch. Send me a bill for this phone call.”

“A fancy bottle of whiskey is all the payment I need.”

“Done.”

I guess it’s time to let Cage loose. I’m a reasonable man, but when it comes to Lily, all bets are off.