50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Seventy-One

    An expression of pleasant surprise settled across Aubrey's features as he stepped down from the platform.

    At first, Destiny thought he was leaving the room, leaving her alone in the red room as a form of punishment. But he lingered in the room, moving slowly between rows of shelving units, scoping each shelf's contents for something in particular. He stopped near the end of the row, trailing his fingers across an item that she couldn't see from her position. He picked it up and draped the item across the palm of his hand. A crimson, silk blindfold - long and wide. He folded it into sections as he returned to her.

    "Touch and sensation are very fun to experiment with," he explained to her as he continued folding the shimmering fabric. "To a certain extent, I can control how intensely you feel sensation." He stepped back onto the platform and went to stand behind her.

    It was hard not to feel vulnerable and helpless when you were cuffed, spread-eagle and wearing very little clothing: undergarments, to be exact. She could feel his fingertips dancing down her spine. She shivered in response.

    "Sensory deprivation. When one or more of your senses are cut off, you feel the others more strongly. Your brain, and your nerves, can focus all of their energy on those senses that are still active." He trailed his fingers back up her spine, eliciting another shiver. He chuckled low and deep and removed his hand from her skin. He lifted the blindfold over her head and in front of her eyes.

    She tugged at her wrist cuffs as he secured the silk garment in front of her eyes and knotted it behind her head. Lights out. She could see nothing but black.

    "Is that too tight?" he asked her, adjusting it on her head slightly.

    "No, Sir," she responded.

    "Good girl," he said, and moved. Only...she could no longer tell where he was moving. She could hear the slight rustle of his dress shirt, the click of his dress shoes on the wooden platform. Then the sounds of clicking stopped.

    She bit her bottom lip and strained to hear any sounds, any at all. She felt a fingertip grazing along her collarbone and down the middle of her chest. That fingertip traced a pattern around her navel. Her skin tingled in the areas he touched. Her skin tingled in the areas he didn't touch. She found herself arching her body towards him, craving more of his touch.

    He chuckled low and deep, and withdrew his hand.

    She whimpered the moment his hand left her skin. The feeling of his hand was soon replaced with the feeling of about ten long, hard tassels. The feeling was familiar. That must be the flogger, she thought. The fringe tassels from the flogger shook against her belly, then the feeling was gone. She felt a light smacking sensation. The sensation triggered a series of small shocks throughout her body.

    "Did that hurt?" he asked her.

    She shook her head. "No, Sir," she said breathlessly.

    "How did it feel?" he asked her, his voice low.

    "It felt..." She writhed, slightly pulling at her restraints as a shudder rocked her body. "It felt good."

    He smacked her again with it, a bit harder.

    She moaned out loud.

    He dragged the tassels across her skin again, soothing the spot he'd just struck.

    "Mmmm." She bit her bottom lip.

    He smacked it with her again, pulling another moan out of her. He chuckled low and she could hear him step off of the platform. She heard his footsteps, close at first and then much further away. Heard the door to the room swing open and closed. Confusion set in, but she waited until she heard the door to the room swing open again. There was the sound of his returning footsteps, and then there was another sound...a light, clinking sound. There was also a scent there. Something sweet, fruity.