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Drake Restrained
Drake Morgan, MD, Neurosurgeon, bass player, philanthropist – Dominant.
He doesn’t do girlfriends, he doesn’t do sleepovers, and he certainly doesn’t do breakfast in bed the morning after. He has his surgical slate at New York Presbyterian, he has a charitable foundation providing surgical tools to hospitals in Africa, he has his Brit Invasion cover band, Mersey, and he has his secret life as a Dominant in Manhattan’s BDSM community.
Into bondage, D/s and the occasional dungeon scene, Drake keeps every part of his life separate, the divisions between them neat and tidy. His weeks are filled with surgeries, music and D/s sex, and none of the well-planned and scheduled parts of his life intersect.
That is until Kate McDermott crosses his path and screws everything up.
Now, nothing is neat and tidy anymore, for Drake is smitten and things are going to get messy…
Drake Restrained is a novella in the Unrestrained Series, which explores the early days of the relationship between Drake and Kate from Drake’s point of view.
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This book was intense, Drake was left with a lack of want for relationships after his wife divorced him and served him with restraining orders. Now single he decides that he will lead a life with rules that don't blend with his professional life much less form ties that he no longer desires. As a Dom he can have what he wants 3 times a week. Will he Spank you? Yes! Will he date you? NO! He though he had it all figured out until he meets Kate. All he can think about is how much he wants her.
This book is written from his POV which always makes for a fabulous read!
I give this book *4* Stars!
I headed to the washroom before
leaving, making a quick pit stop, and on the way out, bumped into the pretty
brunette. She pushed the door open to the woman’s washroom and knocked into me.
I had to grab her to keep her from falling, for she was wearing ridiculously
high leather heels and hadn’t seemed to have mastered them.
“Whoa,” I said, and caught
her by the arms, pulling her against my body.
“Steady…”
“Oh, so sorry,” she said and grabbed
onto my shoulders. She glanced up shyly, her cheeks reddening. “I’m not really
used to these.”
In that moment, I was struck by the warmth
of her body, the scent from her hair, and the soft curve of her breasts pressed
against my chest.
She was delicious.
I was probably half a foot taller
than her even in her heels, and from my vantage point, I was able to peek down
her dress and see the swell of her breasts pushed together by the tight bodice.
Now, I had admittedly had sex with a
lot of women in my time. Before I was married, I played around a lot, trying to
figure out what sex was all about and what I liked and needed. I was married
for five years and had a lot of sex, especially in the first few years we were
together. Since I divorced, I had quite a few submissives, both as regular play partners
and one-offs I topped at dungeon parties.
I wasn’t an inexperienced teenager,
but the way my body responded to her, you would have thought I hadn’t had sex
for months instead of a week and a half.
In that second or two I had her in
my arms, I imagined her naked, her body pressed against mine, her lips on my
skin.
God… She was lovely.
She smelled like shampoo and citrus.
I wanted to bury my face in her groin and inhale deeply.
I finally pulled myself together
enough to respond. “Trying to defy the laws of physics?” I said and smiled as I
helped steady her. I glanced down at her shoes once more. “Nice shoes though. Love the
leather straps…”
I would love to see her naked, my
leather straps binding her body, looping around her tiny waist and over her
hips, down between her thighs, splitting her labia…
“Thank you,” she said, straightening
up with my help.
At that moment, I wished she were a
submissive. She had creamy white skin, and looked to be of Celtic background with
green eyes and long golden brown hair. Her shyness suggested she might incline
towards submission, especially with someone older, but there was no way of
knowing from such a momentary meeting. It was wishful thinking on my part.
She smiled briefly and then turned
back to the bar as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me.
Despite my strong response to her, I
knew she was right to do so for in that moment, I wanted her the way a wolf
wants a doe, the need to possess her completely welling up inside of me more
powerfully than it had in a long time.
Run away, little girl. You don’t
belong with someone like me.
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S. E. Lund lives with her family of humans and animals in a small city in Western Canada in an old house on a quiet tree-lined street. Besides writing erotic and contemporary romance, she writes paranormal romance and romantic suspense. In her other persona, she writes science fiction and fantasy, science fact, worked in policy analysis, advocates for climate action, plays piano and dreams of living in a warm climate by the ocean. When she was ten, she read Dracula and was warped forever.
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