50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Seventeen

     Destiny moved further into the room, resembling an Egyptian goddess with her tousled, dark hair flowing over her shoulders and her rich, brown skin. Aubrey's dress shirt slid down one of her shoulders. She hadn't bothered to button it, revealing quite the spectacular view of her torso.

    He remained completely still as he watched her seductive approach. His eyes lowered to the piano keys as she sat beside him on the piano bench. "I must have been playing too loud."

    "I don't mind waking up to beautiful music," she said softly, touching a few of the piano keys lightly.

    "Do you play?" he asked her.

    She shook her head. "I always wanted to learn. I have a high respect for musicians. But I never really had the time. My parents wanted me in as many programs as possible at school. Between those programs and my part-time job, there just wasn't the time for music lessons."

    "It sounds like a lot," he said, his eyebrows lifting. He stroked his jaw and after a moment, stood up from the bench. "Here. Scoot to the middle of the bench."

    She scooted over. "Are you going to try to teach me how to play the piano in one night?" she asked him, looking doubtful.

    He laughed. "That would definitely be a challenge. No, I don't expect for you to play Bach or Chopin after a one night tutorial." He went to stand behind her. The sight of her bare shoulder, even in the dark, was enough for him to temporarily lose his focus. He cleared his throat and positioned himself so that he was sitting behind her on the bench with each of his legs on either side of her. Her back touched his chest, but he tried not to think about that. He slid his fingers down the length of both of her arms and covered her hands with his own. He adjusted her hands over the keys. He looked over the top of the piano. There was a long mirror mounted on the living room wall facing the large instrument. He could clearly see her facial expression in the mirror. Her eyes were heavy with sleepiness or lust, or both.

    He guided her through a few piano playing basics as he moved her hands across the keys. "While it can take a long time to get the hang of complex piano playing, you can learn a lot of the basics fairly quickly," he explained as he used her hands to play a simple tune.

    She stared down at his hands covering hers.

    "Pay attention," he said softly.

    "I am," she said defensively.

    He smiled and continued the piano playing lesson, speaking softly with his mouth next to her ear and his chest pressed into her back. After half an hour of coaching her through it, he removed his hands from hers and observed her playing. She stumbled through a simplified arrangement of the song "Someone Like You" by Adele, but was surprisingly decent for someone who'd only had a half hour of piano lessons.

    He lowered his hands to her waist as she played, and pulled her back against him so that her rear end was flush against his lap.

    She stopped playing and looked at him over her shoulder. Strands of dark hair hung over one eye. Her lips were parted.

    He openly stared back at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Did I tell you to stop playing?"

    She lowered her eyes before turning back around to face the piano. She started the song over, frowning in concentration.

    Keeping his left hand on her waist, he lifted his right hand and brushed her hair off of her neck. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her shoulder. She continued to play the song, but her breathing was becoming more shallow. He kissed her shoulder again, and then gently nibbled at her shoulder with his teeth. She gasped, her fingers growing still on the piano keys. "Keep playing," he whispered roughly into her ear, sliding the hand that was at her waist beneath the fabric of the dress shirt.

    She sat still for a few moments before collecting herself and starting the song over. He moved his lips from her shoulder to the back of her neck, kissing and nipping with his teeth. He dug one hand into her hair while the other moved beneath the button-down shirt she was wearing, moving around her waist to stroke the skin beneath her belly button. She moaned softly, but continued to play the song.

    "Good girl," he whispered, lowering his hand to her pelvic area.

    Another moan, soft and barely audible. He glanced over the piano, towards the mirror, and saw her bite her bottom lip as she stared down at the piano keys. He lowered his hand even further, watching her reflection in the mirror closely. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, but he shook his head firmly. Sensing that he was close to chastising her, she started the song back up where she left off.

    "Do you notice that every time you start back up, you play a little better than you did the previous time?" he asked, whispering in her ear.

    She nodded, and it was at this point that she spotted the mirror on the wall. She stared at him in the reflection of the mirror as her fingers caressed the ivory keys of the piano.

    He pressed his fingers into her while sucking on her earlobe. The hand he'd used to play with her hair, he lowered beneath her shirt. He used both hands to tease her beyond the brink of ecstasy while grinding against her rear end.

    She pushed back into him, eliciting a low growl from him. When she finished the song, this time she didn't start over. She gripped the edge of the piano while he worked his fingers inside of her. She made eye contact with his reflection in the mirror and held it for several moments before closing her eyes and turning her head to the side. She lowered her hands and settled them on the tops of his thighs. She started to massage his thighs as she moved against him.

    "Stand," he instructed abruptly.

    She slowly stood to her feet.

    "Grip the edge of the piano, the way you were before," he told her.

    She did as she was told while watching him in the mirror.

    He rose to his feet behind her and moved the bench out of the way. He came to stand behind her. Meeting her gaze in the mirror, he took a hand and trailed it along the length of her spine, starting at the top and working his way down. "Bend over," he said gently.

    She arched a glance at him over her shoulder.

    He looked back at her with a calm expression on his face.

    She turned back around, and while looking in the mirror, bent at the waist, keeping her grip on the edge of the piano.

    He lowered his pajama pants while lifting up the dress shirt she was wearing. "Do you want me?" he asked her, his voice low and deep.

    She nodded and he could feel her body trembling in anticipation. "Yes," she whispered.

    "Yes, what?" he prompted, sliding one hand around her waist and teasing her with his hand again.

    She leaned back into him and moaned. "Yes, I want you," she confessed.

    When he pushed into her, she wasn't ready. She cried out in pleasure and held onto the piano's edge for dear life.