Yes, Master, page 15
Drake saw the arousal in Ruby’s deep blue eyes. She wanted him, but part of her still seemed to be holding something back. Drake reached toward her and took hold of Ruby’s hand, then brought it to his cock. “Do you feel the way I need you? I’m like this twenty-four hours a day for you. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.”
Her small fingers wrapped around the base of his dick with no hope at all of actually encompassing his entire width. She squeezed, as if familiarizing herself with his weight and size. When she stroked up and down, torturing him with the gentleness of it, Drake cursed.
His voice was thick and unsteady, when he growled, “Enough, baby, I’ll never last if you keep that up.”
She gave him a startled look, but she saw the pained expression on his face and she smiled wickedly at him then stroked once more.
He pulled her hand away gently. “You little tease, come here.” Then he lowered himself on top of her, careful to keep his weight on his arms. “You have beautiful breasts, Ruby.” His tongue darted out and brushed the tip of one. “And you taste as sweet as cream.” Another lick, then, “Pretty little drops of cherries in a bowl of luscious cream.” Then he gave in and sucked, long and hard, biting down just enough to make her squirm and moan.
“God, Drake, it feels so good when you do that.”
“You mean this?” And he continued to lick and nibble on the other breast.
“Oh yes, that.” She arched her back trying to get yet closer to him, to his clever mouth. She squirmed under him, agitated, needing something just beyond her reach. She began caressing the length of his back, her cool fingers sparking off flames everywhere they touched. It was his turn to moan and she felt heat spiral through every inch of her body. By slow degrees he was turning her inside out. His lips journeyed down her ribs and stomach, his hands wrapped around her hips, massaging little circles. When he slid down further, tonguing her belly button, she felt herself coming apart. She had no idea the belly button could be such a fount of sensation. But then his fingers skimmed over her hips and touched the springy curls between her thighs. She froze, automatically throwing her hand up to stop him.
“Drake, it’s never been like this. It’s different. You’re different.”
Her soft voice, so fragile, was his undoing. “Shh, I know, baby. It’s the same for me, trust me.”
She let up on her hand just slightly and nodded, her heart swelling with emotion. He kept his eyes on hers as his fingers began their erotic discovery. He rubbed his thumb across her swollen clitoris, enjoying the way her eyes slowly drifted closed, and her breaths began to come in tiny gasps. Holding himself back was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, but he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could before he took his own.
“Open your eyes for me, Ruby.”
She complied and he thrust one finger into her tight opening. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Drake began moving in and out; feeling her muscles clench around his finger was a sweet kind of torture. She was warm and wet and inviting. He slipped a second finger in and felt her body stretching to accommodate. She began to protest, but he only stopped her with his thumb to her tiny nub. He rubbed her clit back and forth, pumping her tight passage with his fingers at the same time. She started moving now, caught up in the fires of ecstasy. Undulating against his hand and throwing her head from side to side, pleading with him, begging him as her body flew out of control. She screamed out her orgasm and Drake was lost.
His control snapped.
Yanking his fingers free, impatient for his cock to feel her incredible grip of flesh and muscles, he levered himself on top of her and positioned himself at her opening. Then he thrust forward, penetrating her in one smooth movement. He swallowed her cries with kisses meant to soothe, and held himself still while her body molded around him. The muscles in his neck jumped and quivered with his restraint. But it was the tear that escaped the corner of her eye and made a trail over her temple that had him feeling something real similar to love.
He angled his head and licked it away, then began trailing little kisses everywhere at once. Touching his lips to her temples, her eyelids, and the delicate slope of her chin. He moved his hand between their bodies, and began stoking her passion to new heights. Surprise registered on her face as she felt herself becoming aroused all over again. He trailed his caressing mouth lower, to her clavicle and over the small indent at her throat, and there he lingered. Sucking the velvety soft skin into the dark recesses of his mouth, bathing her with the soft texture of his tongue. She moaned and twisted beneath him. Her quickened breathing amplified his need a thousand times. Immediately Drake began moving inside her. Slowly at first, building the fires deep within her body, allowing her to feel his fullness a measure at a time. Ruby wrapped her arms around his torso, her legs around his waist. He felt her shyly stroke his back, her shaking fingers an indication of her excitement. With her entire body now draped around him, enfolding him in her innocent web of sensuality, he felt something inside him give way—as if a barricade had been torn down. He emitted a low growl of possession and pushed harder, faster, into her inviting wetness, continually toying with her swollen clit. She arched upward, pressing her breasts against him as she soared over the precipice once more. His hunger took over when she screamed out his name. Her smooth vaginal walls contracted and he joined her this time, her body milking him dry. It was as natural as breathing.
Watching the dark fires in her eyes burn bright was as addicting as any drug. When her tongue darted out, licking at his chest, swirling over the dark patch of chest hair, Drake knew a kind of tenderness he had never known with any other woman.
“Stay the night with me,” he urged, needing to hold her throughout the night.
“Yes,” she whispered, as she kissed the spot directly over his heart.
Drake shoved out of bed. “Be right back,” he explained at her frown. He made quick work of disposing the condom and slipped back in beside her. When he pulled her atop him, blanketing his body with her silky curves, she sighed, content and replete.
“I’m considering kidnapping you,” he said, as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Yeah?”
“Yep,” he answered. “The way I see it, it’s the only way I can be sure you won’t slip through my fingers.”
“Could be fun,” she mumbled.
He chuckled. “I love the way you think.”
She grasped his semierect cock in her palm and winked. “Right back atcha.”
Drake had the feeling he wasn’t going to get a bit of sleep. Not that he cared. Not with Ruby London all naked and willing in his bed. The woman was a thousand times more potent than coffee, and a hell of a lot more addicting.
8
It’d been three weeks since she’d first said yes to a lunch date with Drake. Three weeks of sheer bliss. They’d spent their evenings watching movies together and vegging on his couch. They’d played sexual games in and out of the bed. And they’d talked. A lot. She knew all about his parents, who lived up near Lake Erie. His brother who had moved out to California and gotten married recently. She’d shared parts of herself with him that she hadn’t shared with any other man. But she wanted more. More than a single night at a time. She wanted an entire weekend. And one way or the other, Ruby was going to get it.
First, she needed to talk to Connie. Her attitude toward Drake was beginning to wear on her. Her adamant belief that he would hurt her was a subject Ruby could no longer ignore.
It was Friday night, one week since the night at the club. And it was time Connie did some listening instead of lecturing.
Ruby knew her friend wouldn’t like the conversation they were about to have, but it simply couldn’t be helped. Connie had expressed her concerns that Drake was moving too fast. And in many ways, Ruby agreed. But the notion that Drake wasn’t in it for the long haul needed to be addressed.
She’d never in her life taken a chance, tossed caution to the wind, the way she’d done with Drake. And damn it, she enjoyed it. Enjoyed him. What was wrong with having a little fun for a change?
Ruby would be spending the weekend in Drake’s bed, and in Drake’s arms. That was all there was to it.
As Ruby put the last dish in the cupboard and dried her hands on the dish towel, she heard a noise coming from the front of the house.
“Ruby?”
“Back here,” she called back. When Connie entered the kitchen, Ruby poured a cold glass of iced tea for each of them.
Connie took it and drank a good portion before saying, “It’s hot as blazes out there, and my air-conditioning in that piece-of-crap car is on the fritz again.”
The mention of Connie’s car had Ruby cringing. “You need a new car, girlfriend. That thing has been giving you trouble for years now.”
Connie sat at the table and swiped a napkin over her forehead. “Yeah, but I’m too cheap and this one is paid off.” She shrugged. “I’m willing to put up with it a little while longer.”
“There’s something we need to talk about besides your car troubles.” Ruby was still standing and began to pace back and forth.
“Fine, but sit down,” Connie ordered as she pointed to the chair across from her. “You’re making me dizzy.”
Ruby took a seat and looked down at the table. “I wanted to talk to you about Drake.”
“I’m all ears. You can tell me anything, I’m a vault.”
Ruby looked at her friend-slash-sister and smiled. “You are one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t value your opinion.”
Connie’s eyebrows shot upward. “And?”
“I know you think I’m making a huge mistake with Drake. That I’m moving too fast.”
“I’m just worried about you, Ruby.” She sighed. “You’re a long-term gal, but he strikes me as the casual-sex type of guy. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Ruby nodded. “I understand the reason for your concern. And I get it, believe me. He’s not my usual type, and I’m not acting myself with him.” She paused a minute before adding, “But I care about him. I need him, Connie. I can’t explain it, but this thing between us is more than sex. It’s more than a good time. For both of us. Please tell me you understand and that I’m not making a terrible mistake here.”
Connie smiled at her, then took her hands in her own. “I get it, believe me.” She patted her hands once and released them before sitting up a little straighter. “I won’t lie to you, though. He does strike me as the love-’em-and-leave-’em type, and I think it’d be wise to guard your heart around him, that’s all I’m saying.”
Ruby crossed her legs, the only outward sign that she was uncomfortable with this part of their talk. “I hear you, I do. And I’d be giving you the same advice if the situation was reversed.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Then you don’t hate me for being a downer?”
“Not at all. But I was thinking of going to Drake’s house tonight and maybe surprising him. If things go as well as I hope, then you shouldn’t expect to hear from me until Sunday evening.” Ruby bit her lip in worry. Connie would think she’d gone around the bend, for sure. Spontaneity was so out of character for Ruby, and they both knew it.
Connie shrugged. “Oh, what the hell. If it were me, I’d spend the weekend with that cutie too.”
Ruby laughed. “You don’t think I’ve lost my mind?”
“I think you’re too damn uptight,” she replied, with typical Connie honesty. “You work too hard, and you never have any fun. It’s about time you do something spontaneous.”
Ruby was about to reply, but the moment was broken by the ringing of the doorbell. “Who could that be?”
“Anyone home?” Drake called out from the front room.
“In the kitchen,” she answered. He sounded disgruntled and as edgy as she’d ever heard him.
She stood and started across the room. All at once, Drake was there and pulling her into his arms. “I know we didn’t have plans, but I missed you,” he whispered before kissing her senseless. The world tilted and her feet left the ground, literally. By the time he relinquished her mouth and put her back on her feet, Ruby was panting. “I’m going nuts for you, baby,” he said in a low voice against the shell of her ear.
“Me too,” she admitted, a little breathlessly. “But I have an idea how to fix that.”
He quirked a brow. “Yeah?”
Ruby drew herself up on her tiptoes and whispered, “How would you like for me to spend the weekend with you?”
Her voice was so full of desire and longing that Drake grew hard instantly. But there was also something else he heard in that soft, whispery tone. He thought she sounded scared, maybe even unsure. Did she really think he’d turn her down? Hell, no man in his right mind could deny Ruby London.
With her mass of red hair falling down around her to lie against her breasts, and the pale yellow sundress that hit just above the knees, Ruby looked good enough to eat. His cock sat up and took notice. In fact, whenever the woman was in the vicinity Drake sported a hard-on.
“Hell of an idea,” Drake murmured as he swung her into his arms and kissed her. This time his lips pressed harder. He had a powerful need to brand her, mark her in some way that said she was off-limits to anyone else.
As he pried her mouth open with his tongue and slid inside, Drake tasted a hint of chocolate, but beneath that was the wild flavor of Ruby. He could kiss her for hours and never get tired of her soft, full lips. He loved that she rarely wore lipstick too. It’d been one of the first things he’d noticed about her. Ruby didn’t need to wear a lot of makeup. He was glad. She was already so pretty it hurt.
When an image of her kneeling in front of him and loving him with her mouth popped into his mind, Drake reluctantly raised his head and tried to get back some of his self-control. “Do you need to pack a bag?”
“Already did it,” she answered, as she laid her head against his chest. “It’s by the front door.”
Drake spotted a small black duffel and leaned down. “Grab it.” Ruby did and when he stood back up, Connie was there. Drake hadn’t even noticed her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude there.”
Connie shrugged. “No worries.” She aimed a frown at him and added, “But you’d better take good care of my girl.”
“You have my word,” Drake murmured as he grinned down at Ruby.
“Lock up for me, will you?” Ruby asked as she looked at Connie. The pair exchanged a look and Connie nodded.
“Sure,” she answered. “And you’d better call me.”
Ruby winked. “Of course.”
They said their good-byes and Drake was out the door. When they were alone, he growled, “I can’t wait to get you all to myself.”
Her eyes turned drowsy with desire and she whispered, “Ditto.”
When he stepped off the porch, Ruby stiffened. “Uh, the entire neighborhood will probably see you carrying me to your house.”
“Good,” he growled, as he strode across their yards. “Then all the single men will know you’re taken.”
“What if I don’t want to be taken?” She stuck her chin in the air. “Ever consider that?”
“Too bad,” Drake growled as he stepped onto his front porch and placed her back on her feet. “Because you’re definitely all mine.”
Ruby cocked her head to one side. “Think you’re man enough to satisfy me, do you?”
He took her hand and placed it against the fly of his jeans. “What do you think?”
Her fingers curled around him and she hummed her approval. Drake watched the play of emotions run across her face, changing from teasing to desire in a heartbeat. “You’re a wicked woman, Ruby London.” When she began stroking, Drake removed her hand. “Hold that thought until we get this party indoors.”
Within minutes he had her inside. He wanted her in his bed. It was all he’d thought about. And the state he was in, it was either get up the stairs and try for some refinement or push her against the door and pull a clumsy caveman thing on her right where they stood.
He figured she would want the refinement and the bed. More than that, though, was the powerful need to see her in his bed. Seeing her completely bare and spread out like a delightful feast being served up was what he craved. He was like a man who’d been on bread and water for a year. He needed to get out of the jeans and into her as soon as possible. And he wanted her out of the dress and kept naked for the next two days. He’d never quite thought of her as a sex slave, but now that he had her all to himself he wouldn’t mind playing the role of master.
Ruby as a submissive, her shiny red curls flowing all around her like fire and begging him to take her, wasn’t an altogether bad idea.
The weekend was looking damn appealing.
Drake steered her toward the steps, but he only managed to get about halfway there when he stopped her and groaned, “God, you’re sexy as hell, woman.”
Ruby was still in a dreamy sort of daze from his mouth doing wonderfully sinful things to hers. But as she looked down at him and heard the words he spoke, she began to feel an odd sort of triumph. She felt a womanly sort of power for the first time in her life and it felt good. Knowing that she could elicit such strong feelings in a man as powerfully masculine as Drake was amazing to her. It gave her the bravado she needed to take back the reins and give Drake a sample of what he would be getting tonight.
Her voice was a husky whisper when she said, “Would you like to see what I’m wearing under this sundress, Drake?”
Drake tried not to swallow his tongue when her question reached his brain. And the most articulate thing he could think to say to her was, “Uh-huh.” He stood rock-still on the steps watching her peel the sundress up her body.
Inch by inch she gave him a glimpse of her shapely thighs as she did a sort of slow striptease. Once she was about to reveal her panties, she stopped. Drake wanted to reach out and tear the dress away from her body. But it was her show, so he waited.
