50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Forty-Eight

    Destiny rolled over in bed and came face to face with a gorgeous sleeping man. Thick eyelashes, the hint of a five o' clock shadow that was perfectly groomed, full lips. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, a reflex that she was going to have to learn how to control.

    His eyes fluttered open and he stared at her.

    She lowered her eyes immediately, remembering that the contract stated she couldn't look him in the eyes without permission.

    A slow smile curved his lips. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You can look at me," he told her, raising up on one elbow and looking down at her.

    She looked up at him.

    He laughed. "And you can talk to me."

    "I'm sorry, this is all just...very..."

    "New to you," he finished.

    She nodded, pulling the sheets up to her chest. The previous evening had been a dream. They'd cooked together, eaten together while talking about his company and the educational program that he was trying to get going. Then they'd cuddled on the couch while watching the Zoolander sequel. After the movie was over, the kissing and touching had started, and that soon led to a variety of other intimate acts. They'd started in the living room, with her on his lap, and wound up in the bedroom with her bent over the bed. It had been the perfect night. Their interaction had been perfectly normal, and now...now that she was locked into a contract with him, the scope of their relationship had changed. "Normal" was no longer a word that could be applied. She was in foreign territory. A lot of interaction that people took for granted, such as eye contact or ways to greet someone, were interactions that were now being controlled by a piece of paper she'd signed her name on.

    He lifted his hand and touched the curve of her breast, only stopping once his hand met the top of the sheet she'd pulled up to her chest. "What are you thinking right now?" he asked her softly.

    "I'm thinking that I don't know how to do this," she said honestly with a nervous laugh.

    He dragged his eyes down the length of her, then returned his gaze back to her face. "Well, today will mostly be training for you. So you don't have to worry about getting everything right. You're still in the learning phases."

    "So can we go back to being how we were last night?" she asked, her voice sounding hopeful. "Just...normal?"

    He hesitated before answering. "The longer we are...normal, as you put it, the more difficult it will be for you to learn the lifestyle and my preferences." He lifted his hand from her breast up to her hair. "These things are easier to learn when you start applying them right away. You lowered your eyes and waited for me to give you permission earlier. You're already doing a great job."

    But it's weird having to do that, she thought. It's strange to need your permission just to look at you. How come you can't see that?

    He narrowed his eyes at her and for the briefest moment, she feared that he was a mindreader. He brushed her hair back and said, "Before we do anything, I think we should have a conversation. About this lifestyle. My experiences in the lifestyle, how I first encountered it, and what it means to me." He turned his head and glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "First, we need to shower. Then I'll make us breakfast."

    "Okay."

    He smiled again. "You slide this time, but next time, it's 'Yes, Sir.'"

    She covered her mouth. "I'm sorry."

    He raised his eyebrows.

    She furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm sorry...Sir?"

    He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Up. Shower."

    She raised into a sitting position, clutching the sheets to her chest.

    "You don't need to be modest around me," he told her.

    She stared back at him and didn't budge.

    "Meaning that you can drop the sheet," he elaborated.

    She looked down at the sheet and slowly released it. It fell around her waist.

    He admired her body for a moment before saying, "Normally, that hesitation would have earned you a punishment."

    She lowered her eyes.

    He sighed and placed an index finger beneath her chin. He tilted her chin up. "You're new to this. I understand that. Which is why I didn't punish you this time. I'm going to try my best to ease you into this. I'll start by letting you know which actions would garner a reward, and which would garner you a punishment. Understood?"

    "Yes, Sir," she said softly.

    "Good. Now, up. Shower."

    She stood up from the bed, but didn't move. She clasped her hands together in front of her. "Are you coming with me?"

    "Coming with you..."

    "Are you coming with me, Sir?" she corrected. "Do I really have to say it after every sentence?"

    He shook his head as he stood up from the bed, naked with skin that looked - and was - smooth to the touch. He had a lean muscular build and his perfect grooming didn't end at his five o' clock shadow. "You don't have to say it after every sentence, but I want you to while you're training. I want you to get used to it."

    She ran her hand through her hair and nodded.

    "And yes, I'm joining you." He held his hand out to her.

    She accepted his hand and trailed behind him as he led the way to the most high-tech bathroom she'd ever seen in her life. The shower had a television embedded into the beautifully tiled wall with a control panel below it. The control panel gave the user options of different mist scents to spray into the stall. There were also multi-colored LED lights installed into the ceiling.

    She didn't have much time to appreciate the different features that the shower had, because the minute they were in the stall with the water pouring down on them, he pulled her against him. Then his mouth was on hers and he was lifting her up and holding her against the shower stall. She wrapped her legs around him and they proceeded to get dirty before they got clean.