The Drake Restrained Collection: Part 1 and 2 (The Drake Series Book 3) Read Free

should have been waiting for me the way I liked. Instead, she was challenging me to make a choice: leave in anger, punish her immediately over my knee, or chase her into the bedroom and rip off her clothes before taking her hard and fast.
    I considered.
    If I left, I'd make it to the gig on time, with some time to spare, but it would be pretty much over between us. Despite being together for eight months with few bumps, insubordination like that, with me leaving, was not survivable.
    If I decided to punish her immediately for disobedience, I'd have to sit on the couch and demand that she present herself to me so I could spank her over my knee. I could then fuck her on the couch. She'd come very quickly if so, for she was always worked up after a spanking. She’d need a lot of aftercare, for she’d be fragile after my punishment, so I might be pushing the window in terms of time to do it all properly and would be late for the gig.
    If I decided to chase her and force her the way she wanted, I'd probably have enough time, but it would mean that I would be giving in to her instead of the other way around.
    She whispered something into her phone and put it on the island. She removed her glasses, her eyes on me, waiting. In an instant, I decided.
    I started towards her, my brow furrowed. Usually in a mock rape scene, I had to be a good actor, putting on an angry demeanor to keep in the role. Tonight, I really was angry and had to exert even more control over myself so the scene didn’t become real. She anticipated my response, running to the back of the apartment before I was able to get to her. She made a half-hearted attempt to close the door to her bedroom, but I was faster and managed to wedge my knee in between the door and the jamb.
    She squealed a bit in fear, although this was exactly what she wanted.
    I didn't say anything. Instead, I used my greater body weight and strength to push the door open, careful all the same not to hurt her. She ran to the other side of her queen-sized bed, effectively trapping herself in the corner. I went to her, now totally calm, unfastening my belt, and then the buttons on my jeans.
    She glanced hungrily at my groin, hoping to see an erection, but I wasn't hard – yet . By the time I reached her, she stood against the wall in the corner, her back to me, breathing fast. I placed my hands on either side of her on the wall, trapping her with my body. I leaned in, my mouth next to her ear. I was breathing fast as well, but part of my arousal was due to anger rather than lust. She was pushing things farther than I wanted to take them.
    "What the fuck do you think you're doing, trying to escape me?" I said, my voice low, my body pressed against hers.
    " Please ," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. "Please don’t hurt me…"
    "Don’t hurt you?" I growled. "You're lucky I don’t take off my belt and smack that pretty little ass of yours."
    Except, I was beginning to suspect that's what she really wanted. I wouldn't give in and provide it for that was topping from the bottom.
    Instead, I turned her to face me.
    "You were very bad," I said and grabbed her hair, twisting it in my hand so that her head tipped back. "I have to punish you."
    I kissed her harshly, my mouth claiming hers, tongue finding hers, sucking it. With my other hand, I grabbed a breast and squeezed. She moaned into my mouth, her eyes pressed shut.
    That aroused me. Not merely the feel of her breast in my hand, the soft swell of it inviting. It was the sound of her desire that finally ignited mine.
    I pulled away and turned her back so that she faced the wall, my hips pressed against her butt, one hand slipping around her body to rip open her blouse, grab her breast beneath the fabric of her bra, squeezing it, tweaking her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned at that, pushing her butt against me.
    I pressed my erection between the cheeks of her round ass, shutting off my mind so that I responded to