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  After talking with my mom for hours on the phone Saturday night, I felt clear headed and focused, mostly. Definitely a lot more grounded within myself than in months! For once, not having a problem concentrating on my notes, or my crammed last minute studying.

  As much as I was hoping for everything to go back to normal after that, it didn't. My feelings and what to do about them were still driving me mad. My heart and mind constantly flip-flopping on the decision of what exactly to do.

  Don't get me wrong, Mel and Mom both gave me sound advice. Mel taking the practical approach, and mom turning giddy the first time 'boy trouble" came out of my mouth. Both highlighting a lot of vital points for me to consider.

  The only reason I could come up with as to why I thought they were speaking a load of horse shit was simple. It just wasn't what I desperately wanted to hear either of them to say! I wanted them to at least agree with me, or tell me I was right with my assumptions.

  Of course neither did. Both laughing at my absurd thinking about Drake, and his feelings as well. Mom went as far as to remind me what happens when you assume something about another person.

  "It just makes an ass out of you and me Abbie, and I didn't raise no fool. Did I, my child?"

  No. Maybe? Hell I'm not sure at this point really!
  Sunday Drake and I text back and forth while I was studying for awhile. Finally calling it quits with my books for the night. I put everything away, and got ready for bed. Laying under my covers Drake called me for the first time that day. Making my heart flutter just seeing his name light up on my screen.

  We talked for awhile. Drake even taking an interest in my upcoming final. Giving it his all trying to follow along with what I was saying. Asking all types of questions. Some even I didn't think to ask while in class.

  Once the science lesson came to a close Drake told me he was taking me out Friday night to celebrate. Even saying for once it wouldn't be anything fancy, or need to show me off to the crowds. Just the two of us with the rest being a surprise.

  Before we said goodbye to each other Drake had one finally thing he wanted to discuss with me. For the remainder of the week I had some new rules to follow. No more texting during the day. The only time we could communicate would be from 9:30 to 10 each night. That way I wouldn't have any distractions all week.

  I should have been jumping for joy at the news. Surely with so much time apart I'd be able to figure out how I should act around him the next time I saw him. Instead I felt like a piece of me was being removed. A vital part leaving a massive hole behind in its place.

  Each day and final test that passed, that hole felt like it was getting bigger and lost. Lack of sleep plus an over worked brain made me feel like a zombie. By the time Friday rolled around, I walked into my last final looking like an extra from The Walking Dead.

  A few minutes before noon I was skipping down the hallway leaving my last class. Filled with euphoria, and a great sense of relief hell week was finally over. Coming to a stop on the steps outside the building, I sent a text to Drake. Letting him enjoy this moment with me.

  I didn't pay attention to the people already outside when I came out. My focus solely on my phone, and spreading my awesome news. So, when someone's phone went off in front of me, right as I sent Drakes message, I looked up at the odd coincidence.

  A smile took over my face stretching from ear to ear. There were two steps left until I was on flat ground, but I didn't bother taking them. Instead, jumping into Drakes open arms, squealing in excitement.

  "Free at last, free at last! Freedom never smelt so good." I tell Drake laughing before I even finish.

  Drake tightened his arms around my ass wrapping my legs firmly around his hips. Then spinning us around in a circle laughing along with me. Once we finally stopped moving, he pulled his head back an looked down at me. It took my eyes a second to stop spinning themselves before I could return his heated onyx gaze.

  "I believe it's time to celebrate, My Queen. It could have been a lot sooner if you ask me. I've been in complete misery trying to stay away from you. By Wednesday I had to see you, so I hide in my car on the street. Watching as you left your class for the day headed home. I did it again on Thursday. Pathetic right? Since I'm the one who set the limit to 30 minutes a day."

  His face was filled with a shy innocence only a child should possess. My heart started beating like a jackhammer, and a swarm of butterflies took flight from the pit of my stomach.

  I wrapped my arms tighter around Drakes neck. Pulling myself up, and his head closer to mine. I stopped my lips before they touched any part of his skin. Looking into his eyes, so close they turned into one, I gave him my answer.

  "Extremely pathetic." I whispered sarcastically before sealing my lips to his.

  The world stopped moving around us as we lost ourselves in the kiss. Fireworks going off along our bodies each place the skin touched. My neglected sex coming to life with a vengeance demanding his touch after two very long weeks without it.

  We broke apart moments later gasping for some much needed air. Both of us running out awhile ago. Taking each other's instead. Drake caught his breath first then walked us to the parking lot, and his awaiting car.

  Drake kept me in his arms the entire time. Only letting me go to sit me on the passenger seat, then closing the door for me. He was in the drivers seat backing out of the parking lot seconds later.

  I kept my gaze on the streets. Watching the buildings as we went by until I was pretty sure I knew where Drake was taking us. I closed my eyes for about 10 minutes before I heard him say "we're here."

  Sure enough, our first stop was to Drakes Brownstone. I opened my door getting out of the car, but Drake was already there offering me his hand. Keeping my handheld in his I followed behind him as we went into the main floor of the home.

  Drake leads us to the kitchen area. Pulling out a barstool, then picking me up by the hips, and placing me gently on the high stool. I watched as he went to a cabinet pulling out two crystal glasses before retrieving a very expensive bottle of champagne from the chiller. Putting it all on the granite counter before me.

  He tossed the gold foil, that was wrapped around the top, over his shoulder. Then used his hand to pop the cork from the bottle. He filled both of the glasses, handing one to me, then raising his in a toast.

  "To no more finals, and a night filled with some sinful fuckary." His expression was blank, but his eyes glowed from happiness.

  I laughed at the choice of words used for the toast as I raised my glass up to his. "No finals, and sinful fuckary." I gave his glass a light tap then took a sip of the Crystal in my glass.

  For the first time, unlike all the other times I'd been here before, Drakes doorbell rang. My head swinging toward the door in confused wonder before turning back toward Drake with the same look.

  "Right on time," Drake said sitting his glass down, and heading toward the door. I sat my glass down beside his then turned my entire body toward the door. Peaking over his shoulder to see who it could possibly be.

  I didn't have to strain that hard. As soon as Drake opened the door he was ushering the couple on the other side to come in. Leading them into the middle of the living room, and turning their attention to me.

  The woman was about mid-thirties, and around my height. She had blond hair, brown eyes, and was so skinny she looked like a stick! The man with her was around the same age as her, and a few inches taller. He had blond hair, green eyes, and a slight muscular build. There were two straps hanging from each of his shoulders leading to heavy looking boxes he was carrying.

  "Angel this is Ms. T and her helper Bull."

  "Nice to meet Y'all," I said giving them a limp-wristed wave. Ms. T smiled back at me, but Bull didn't even acknowledge I'd said anything.

  "They are the first part of a few surprises I have in store. Ready?" Drake asked showing me his mega cocky grin.

  I shook my head yes, sliding from my stool, and making my way to Drake. He grabbed my hand once I was close enough. Leading our small group up the stairs to the second floor. Coming to a stop in front of the door beside the dungeon.

  Drake opened the door with a flourish. Standing against the wall, and pulling me with him. Letting the other couple go in ahead of us. I couldn't see what was inside the room from where I was standing. I could only hear shuffling noises as the duo sat up their things. I turned my quizzical gaze toward Drake hoping he would give me some clues. 

  "I love that face you make when you're confused," Drake told me running his index finger along the bridge of my nose. "You don't get to know all the details I've already taken care of that. You just relax and enjoy the fun. I'll be back once they've finished."

  Drake lead me into the room. Dropping my hand before closing the door behind him on his way out. Finally, letting my eyes roam the empty interior of the room. The space reminding me so much of the dungeon. The walls were the same dark color, hardwood floors, and there was even a connecting doorway for the two rooms to share.

  Bull was busy moving around setting everything up. While Ms. T sat with her legs crossed on the edge of a collapsible masseuse table they brought with them. Smiling so big I could count each one of her pearly white teeth, Ms. T jumped down from the table walking toward me.

  "Everything's ready, so let's get started." Ms. T said grabbing both of my hands and leading me to the table in the middle of the room. "Bull. Wall!" She barked, dropping my hands turning to face me.

  Bull did as commanded. Turning around, and lowering his head. Bowing until his chin touched his chest. My focus went back to Ms. T as she placed a white linen sheet on the table, then looked at me. "I need you to take all your clothes off, then lay down on the table."

  Moving slower than usual I did what she asked. Folding my clothes and placing them on the floor by the table leg. I slid onto the table laying down on my back.  Ms. T placed two of the sheets over my breast and center. I closed my eyes after that. Surrendering to whatever they were sent here to do. 

   Ms. T snapped her fingers, I'm guessing, as a starting signal. Next, I felt oil being dropped in a thin line along my shoulders, and down my arms. Followed by the best massage I'd ever had.

  Minutes flew by as every inch of skin on the front of my body was kneaded into putty. Both sets of hands working in different places, but using the same movements as the other. Ms. T's small, yet strong fingers working the muscles in my upper body. While Bull's soft, meaty paws worked on my lower half.

  My body was so relaxed I almost fell asleep! Ms. T jolting some life back into me as she ordered Bull to face the wall again, and asked me to roll over. She held the towel at my center for me. While I crossed my arms over my chest to keep the towel in place.

  Getting comfortable, I handed her the towel I was holding to my chest. Then she took both towels dropping them on the floor by their stuff. More oil was dropped in a line down the back of my arms, back, and legs. Ms. T called Bull back to her, and the heavenly fingers started working their magic again.

  This time Bull didn't spend as much time on my legs, instead traveling higher up my body to my hips and lower back. Ms. T soon joining him, but going a little bit farther south. Her little fingers kneading the globes of my ass.

  My body froze for a split second at the first touch from a woman on such a delicate part of my body. Her hands gliding down the inside of my folds. Then coming back up over my clit and openings one at a time. Reaching the end of my crack then repeating the action.

  I squeezed my eyes closed and bite my tongue to stop a moan from slipping out. Unlike my mind, that was sending me mixed emotions because it was a woman touching me intimately, my body didn't give a shit. Going from a relaxed warmth to a blazing inferno in seconds. Goosebumps breaking out all over my flesh.

  The pair continued to work me over. My entire body shaking the longer they went on.  I couldn't tell for how long either. My internal clock hanging a 'Come Back Later' sign on its face before abandoning me. Just like my other bodily functions.

  Both started to slow their movements sometime later. Then stopping completely, and taking a step away from the table. Instantly using the reprieve to try and get my body under control. Failing miserably with just four words.

  "She's all yours, Sir." Nervous energy rolling along my spine in curiosity at Ms. T's words.

  "Thank you, Tillie." I gasped in surprise at hearing Drakes voice. I was so lost in the haze blanketing my mind I never heard him come back in. "Take a break for now while I get everything ready." He finishes while already helping me stand up from the table.

  "Right away, Sir." Ms. T said then turned going toward the dungeons connecting door. Letting out a high pitched dog whistle signaling Bull to follow her. Crawling on his hands and knees one step behind her.

  I watched the big man follow the order in warped fascination. Holding the pair in my gaze even as Drake picks me up in his arms bridal-style. Closing the door sealing us in as he walked by. Placing me at the edge of the queen size bed along the far wall.

  Drake turned going back to the chest filled with toys. While I moved onto my knees presenting my body. Open and exposed for all to see. My cheeks shading over crimson from embarrassment thinking about what they see.

  I catch whispers coming from Ms. T pulling me from my insecure thoughts. Keeping my head tilted down I cut my eyes to the couple sitting about five feet in front of me. Concentrating on hearing what the woman could possibly be saying.

  "Look Pet, isn't she perfect? I can't wait to play with her more. I might even let you have a turn for being so good tonight. How does that sound?" Ms. T asked  Bull, but not a sound came from the man at her feet.

  Bull was standing on all fours with his head hanging down. Ms. T was using his back as a chair. Crossing her long legs barely touching the floor. Running her fingers through his short hair, neck, and shoulders leaving scratch marks along the way.

  Drake came back over to the bed dumping a stack of toys on top of the comforter. He held his hand out for me helping me lie back all the way on the bed. Spread completely open tying my hands to the heavy pillars at the four corners of the bed.

  Walking around the end of the bed coming to a stop in the middle looking back at me. Pride and hunger both dominating his emotion-filled gaze. His eyes looking their fill of my naked assets. He sent me a half-cocked smirk holding up a blindfold silently asking me to object.

  I don't tell him my answer. I keep my eyes locked with his, childish determination shining brightly as I lift my head off the pillow. Bowing forward for Drake to slide the mask in place.

  Drakes answering growl is deep and animalistic. Sliding the black velvet over my eyes placing a kiss to my forehead. His hot breath against the outer shell of my ear sending shivers racing down my spine.

  "You're going to regret challenging me, Angel. I don't lose. Especially when I've been thinking of this exact moment all week. The perfect gift for taking your finals, and finishing your junior year. Ready?"

  I glide the tip of my tongue across my top then bottom lip. Mostly where they wouldn't stick back together, also because I know it drives him crazy. His answering hum making me smile.

  "Always, for you, Master."

  My cockiness and smile slowly died after that. I shouldn't have tried to tease Drake more. He moved away from my body once I gave him my answer, and I couldn't feel him anywhere near me. I couldn't hear anything else coming from the room either. Nervous sweat beading up from my pores the longer I sat there waiting.

  After a hellacious ten minutes of silence, I open my mouth to call out his name. Instead, a loud gasp of shock from me fills the room. Fingers close onto my nipples squeezing and rolling them around. Sending a concentrated flood of pleasure into the middle of my chest.

  Biting my lips closed to hide the moans of pleasure dying to come out. My body again shaking from the top to the bottom. My cream leaking from my core like a trail for Drakes cock to find its way home.

  I hear Drake chuckle. No doubt at my expense seeing the frustration mounting on my face. Before I can unleash some of the frustrations on him in a verbal assault he says one last word.

  "Now!"

  I scream. Lips close around my clit sucking the small pearl hard into a mouth. Perfectly timed with thrusts of fingers into my core and ass. By the grace of all that's holy I barely hold onto my orgasm. Neither did they give me that sweet bliss the rest of the night.

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Hey you kinky people!
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Once I finish writing the last few chapters of this book. (I have 10 more chapters left after this one planned, so I should be finished by the end of March!)
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