The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) by S. E. Lund
Authors: S. E. Lund
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and I knew she was embarrassed that I found her in her current condition.
“You're hurt ,” I said as I went to her, looking at the heels she held. “Those shoes again?”
"Yes," she responded quietly. "I fell outside in the alley. The heel of my shoe broke."
"Here," I said and put my arm under hers so I could pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.
" Whoa ," she said, her body resisting. "You don’t have to pick me up."
"Don't worry. You're light as a feather." I glanced down her body to her feet. Her hose were ripped, her ankle and knees bloody as well, bits of dirt and gravel in the wound. "You've probably sprained your ankle."
Her hands went around my neck and I carried her down the hall to a bedroom at the rear of the apartment. I placed her on the bed, and sat across from her. In the process, her dress had hiked up, the tops of her sheer black stockings and black lace garters on display. Despite the awkward situation, I couldn't help but respond to the sight of her sprawled on the bed, her legs slightly open. The vision sent a jolt to my dick, which throbbed in appreciation.
When she realized she was exposed, she quickly pulled her dress down to cover herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry…" she said, her cheeks blazing.
I smiled. "Don't worry." I took her injured foot and examined it, noting the abrasions to the skin. "I'm a doctor."
She removed her coat and covered her lap with it as if in protection from my gaze. "Still, you shouldn't have to see that."
"Oh, I don't mind." I grinned without meeting her eyes as I checked her ankle for dislocation but it looked fine. "I don't mind at all ." Seeing her garters and the fact she wore stockings made me a little giddy. She was a little thing, but I suspected she was also adventurous, given her garters. I wondered if she would be adventurous enough to let me tie her up with my soft leather bindings and make her come three times in a row without stopping. At that moment, there was nothing else in the world I wanted more.
"Ouch!" she said when I moved her ankle to the left, testing to see if there was any tissue damage.
I glanced up at her. "That hurts?"
She nodded.
"What about this way?" I twisted it the other way, gently this time.
"Not as much."
Besides some abrasions on both her knees and palms, she was otherwise fine. "Don't think it's broken," I said and sat up. "You might as well take off those nylons. I'll have to treat those lacerations."
"Oh, yeah."
She hesitated for a moment and then I realized why. She didn’t want me to watch her remove her nylons.
" Oh ." I glanced away, unable to stop from smiling guiltily.
I was a doctor, yes. Most of the time, when faced with a patient in distress, I was able to put on my doctor cap and stethoscope and be completely professional, even when dealing with a beautiful young woman. I was able to shut off the man almost completely.
But to her I was only a man claiming to be a doctor – a man who only seconds earlier had thought of her naked and helpless body in a scene that involved bondage and dominance…
I wondered what she would think if she knew my thoughts. Would she run away from me in horror? Would she be too curious and take a chance?
That way was dangerous, as I had learned with my ex-wife. It was very difficult to introduce the idea of kink to a woman you barely knew, let alone one you thought you knew inside and out.
I turned my head, folding my hands on my lap, trying to appear as harmless as possible while she unfastened the garters and rolled down the nylons. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, unable to resist peeking, but she caught me.
She cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry." I turned my head away again, grinning widely. "Just don’t get to see real garters very often."
"My best friend made me wear them," she said, her voice amused. "Now she'll be pissed that I ruined her nylons."
"It's a shame they were destroyed," I said, trying to sound serious but failing utterly to hide
“You're hurt ,” I said as I went to her, looking at the heels she held. “Those shoes again?”
"Yes," she responded quietly. "I fell outside in the alley. The heel of my shoe broke."
"Here," I said and put my arm under hers so I could pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.
" Whoa ," she said, her body resisting. "You don’t have to pick me up."
"Don't worry. You're light as a feather." I glanced down her body to her feet. Her hose were ripped, her ankle and knees bloody as well, bits of dirt and gravel in the wound. "You've probably sprained your ankle."
Her hands went around my neck and I carried her down the hall to a bedroom at the rear of the apartment. I placed her on the bed, and sat across from her. In the process, her dress had hiked up, the tops of her sheer black stockings and black lace garters on display. Despite the awkward situation, I couldn't help but respond to the sight of her sprawled on the bed, her legs slightly open. The vision sent a jolt to my dick, which throbbed in appreciation.
When she realized she was exposed, she quickly pulled her dress down to cover herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry…" she said, her cheeks blazing.
I smiled. "Don't worry." I took her injured foot and examined it, noting the abrasions to the skin. "I'm a doctor."
She removed her coat and covered her lap with it as if in protection from my gaze. "Still, you shouldn't have to see that."
"Oh, I don't mind." I grinned without meeting her eyes as I checked her ankle for dislocation but it looked fine. "I don't mind at all ." Seeing her garters and the fact she wore stockings made me a little giddy. She was a little thing, but I suspected she was also adventurous, given her garters. I wondered if she would be adventurous enough to let me tie her up with my soft leather bindings and make her come three times in a row without stopping. At that moment, there was nothing else in the world I wanted more.
"Ouch!" she said when I moved her ankle to the left, testing to see if there was any tissue damage.
I glanced up at her. "That hurts?"
She nodded.
"What about this way?" I twisted it the other way, gently this time.
"Not as much."
Besides some abrasions on both her knees and palms, she was otherwise fine. "Don't think it's broken," I said and sat up. "You might as well take off those nylons. I'll have to treat those lacerations."
"Oh, yeah."
She hesitated for a moment and then I realized why. She didn’t want me to watch her remove her nylons.
" Oh ." I glanced away, unable to stop from smiling guiltily.
I was a doctor, yes. Most of the time, when faced with a patient in distress, I was able to put on my doctor cap and stethoscope and be completely professional, even when dealing with a beautiful young woman. I was able to shut off the man almost completely.
But to her I was only a man claiming to be a doctor – a man who only seconds earlier had thought of her naked and helpless body in a scene that involved bondage and dominance…
I wondered what she would think if she knew my thoughts. Would she run away from me in horror? Would she be too curious and take a chance?
That way was dangerous, as I had learned with my ex-wife. It was very difficult to introduce the idea of kink to a woman you barely knew, let alone one you thought you knew inside and out.
I turned my head, folding my hands on my lap, trying to appear as harmless as possible while she unfastened the garters and rolled down the nylons. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, unable to resist peeking, but she caught me.
She cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry." I turned my head away again, grinning widely. "Just don’t get to see real garters very often."
"My best friend made me wear them," she said, her voice amused. "Now she'll be pissed that I ruined her nylons."
"It's a shame they were destroyed," I said, trying to sound serious but failing utterly to hide
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