Drake offered to give me a massage. Malcolm gave some excuse about needing to go grade papers, which I knew was a lie. He left with a wink.
My body shuddered as I sat on the couch between Drake's stretched out legs, facing away from him. He started at my neck. I couldn't help sighing when his strong fingers manipulated my sore muscles. He slowly moved out over my shoulders. The longer they pushed and pulled, the lighter his touch became. The faster my heart beat. The hotter the spark grew inside me.
He turned me to face him and took my left hand in both of his. Our eyes met as he deftly worked out any kinks in my fingers and wrist. His green depths flashed at me.
My cheeks heated as I dropped my gaze to his smiling mouth. When he tugged on my hand, I sucked in my breath, feeling myself fall towards him. Our lips met. His hands held my head.
I moaned, and I didn't resist when he laid me back on the cool leather, still kissing me
The flight attendant's voice asking me to put my tray table in the upright position jolted me from my daydream. I blinked at her and turned to obey, only to squint at the blazing sun reflecting off the airplane's wing through the little oval window. As I lowered the shade, the brightness lingered in my eyes like the memories in my head of Drake's first kiss.
We had only made out that day. It would be another two weeks before I had sex with him. We'd gone on our fourth date: dinner and a movie in the city. My roommates had been gone for the weekend, and Malcolm had said he understood why we weren't coming to his party.
I hadn't thought it was possible, but Drake had Jimmy beat in bed. He was just as long, but he had an extra girth that stretched me. He made sure I was comfortable and enjoyed every second. The best part was, he didn't leave me in the morning.
Drake hadn't been at Malcolm's the night where I was flogged, so he learned by accident that I liked to be spanked. He'd swatted my ass after taking me from behind one night while I laid flat on the sheets. I'd lifted my ass up to him, mumbling for more despite my fatigue, not realizing what I had done until it was too late. There was no going back after that.
But he didn't earn my complete trust until we were together for a year. We were at his house after one of Malcolm's parties. I'd assisted with a leather flogging demonstration, and I was still worked up. He asked if that had been my first experience with being spanked with an item other than a hand. He had borrowed a riding crop and a cane from Malcolm just in case.
Until then, he'd never even suggested doing anything that would intentionally hurt me. He knew that I had been abused by my last partner, but he hadn't pressed for more details. He knew I liked the pain of spankings, but he didn't know how far my masochistic tendencies went.
I'd felt my pulse increase at the thought of more pain. Before I could stop them, my lips were moving. Telling him that I was game to try out what he'd brought. His eyes had widened noticeably, but he hadn't questioned my decision.
CHAPTER FOUR
The crop was a nice way to work up the flow of adrenaline. Then he switched to the cane. During the first two swats, I had bitten my cheek to keep my emotions in check. When he'd paused and voiced his concern to stop altogether, I should have agreed. I swore I wasn't going to do this again. That I didn't want it. Damn my inner bitch that needed more.
I'd told him to continue. I knew I would regret it if he didn't.
He'd caned the back of my thighs seven times before I could hold it in no longer. I was panting and had tried to control my moans before a scream of pleasure met my ears as an orgasm ripped through my body. I had barely heard the clattering of the cane as he'd dropped it on the hardwood floor. He'd collected himself and fucked me through another orgasm before he found his own release. I hadn't experienced such euphoria in a very long time.
He'd held me afterwards, soothing my cries as I came down from my high. And then we had a long talk about what I liked and he liked. What we wanted out this relationship, both vanilla and kinky. Our sessions—our lives—were never the same again.
Drake had said he wasn't a sadist, but the more often we practiced the art of him inflicting pain, the more pleasure he got out of giving pleasure to me. He was careful as we increased the intensity and prolonged the time involved. Mindful of my emotions and reactions. Protective even when I insisted on more but he didn't want to push it too far so he stopped. I knew he had been studying under Malcolm even in my absences. Surely Malcolm had instilled specific practices in him when it came to me.
Our relationship grew stronger as a result. Primarily because we trusted each other completely. And we had agreed on two simple rules: We would always communicate. And we would always be honest with each other. Both would be our downfall.
My mind focused on the here and now as I made my way through the terminal to claim my ticket that Becca had reserved. I didn't let myself think about what
