50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Forty-One

    Aubrey had told her to forget that people were around them. It was just them, he had said. But when she was riding him, completely in the zone, intoxicated by lust, she looked around at the faces of the people standing around them. In that moment, she liked that they were watching. In that moment, she liked that they could clearly see that she belonged to this man, and that despite that non-exclusive clause in their contract, this man belonged to her.

    She saw women eyeing him. Desiring him. Touching themselves at the sight of him and what he was doing to Destiny. Wishing that they were in Destiny's place, straddling his lap with him inside of them, pounding them to kingdom come. Seeing the looks on those women's faces only served to boost Destiny's already overstimulated libido. All of a sudden, she understood all too well just why Aubrey had felt he needed this. She understood what a huge ego stroke this was, to have people witness, take note, and acknowledge that someone belonged to you. He couldn't necessarily sit Brian down and fuck her in front of him to establish the fact that Destiny belong to him, but he could and did do the next best thing, which was to fuck her brains out in front of a captivated audience.

    In the throes of ecstasy, clinging to the man she loved, Destiny's world exploded into a bright, shining cluster of stars. Sweat graced her forehead and her arms. She tilted her head back as her entire world was rocked. There was the sensation of Aubrey's mouth on the tip of her breast. There was also the squeezing of her small, pink rosebud between his thumb and index finger. Even with their climaxes subsiding, he continued to thrust and she continued to match his thrusts. She had her arms wrapped around his torso and lightly dragged her nails down his back. In response, he moved his head forward and claimed her lips with his again. The groans he released against her lips were primitive. Barbarian.

    She clung to him. He cradled her in his arms - even with an audience, not in a rush to pull out of her. She kept her face buried in his shoulder, not wanting to look up and not wanting to see the faces of the people around her. It was one thing to enjoy their presence in the heat of the moment, but quite another to have to face them once the deed was done. She could already hear their cheers.

    His arm remained around her waist and he didn't give any indication of moving it any time soon.

    She finally dared a look over shoulder. A sea of faces greeted her. People whispering to each other, pointing, visibly aroused. Many of the bodies gathered around were nude. She turned and buried her face back into his shoulder, where it was safe. Where she couldn't see the strangers gawking at her. What just happened? What did I just do?

    "You were amazing," Aubrey told her, smoothing her hair down.

    She pulled back and looked at him. Is this really what he likes? Does he expect me to do this often? "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

    "I'll show you," he volunteered.

    Her movements were awkward as she rose off of his lap.

    Disappointed groans sounded around them. "No encore?" someone called out.

    Destiny frowned in disgust.

    Aubrey stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. Button, zip, tug the waistband over the hips, and then he placed a guiding hand at her lower back.

    The ladies' bathroom was surprisingly elegant. Wallpapers in lilac hues, complete with a lounge area with a couch and an armchair. Both the couch and the chair had probably been christened by a couple. Or a few. Or a hundred. There was no telling in an establishment like this. Nothing was safe.

    Once in the bathroom, she stood at the sink. Her mind was reeling as she tried to make sense of what had just happened, and how she felt about it. She stared at her reflection in the long mirror that covered one end of the wall to the other. She was looking at the reflection of a girl who'd had sex in front of a room full of strangers. And you liked it. Admit it. You did.

    "But...if I liked it, what does that make me?" she asked her reflection.

    Words like "hoe" and "thot" were thrown around these days. And she couldn't help but feel dirty. Look where she was...in a sex club of all places, getting off to riding her boyfriend with a crowd of people watching. The orgasm she'd just had was of the mind-bending variety. Her limbs still trembled in the wake of aftershocks, even now. But did that justify liking such a taboo act?

    You're with Aubrey. And you love him. And he loves you. But...what is he turning you into? You were already worried about having to face your parents, and that was before this sex club business. How are you going to face them now? Knowing that you've done this? Knowing that you've enjoyed this? She raised her hands to her face as she stared at her reflection. Once the thought took root, she couldn't shake it. You're turning into a whore. You're turning into a thot. You're turning into the type of girl that a guy screws a few times and then tosses aside. You should feel ashamed of yourself. You are under contract, so he can make you do whatever he wants...but you liked it. You actually liked it. And you can't blame him for that. She wrapped her arms around herself and turned her back to the mirror.

    Tears welled up in her eyes and she blindly stumbled out of the bathroom. She nearly collided with the short, pudgy man she'd met earlier. Wasn't his name Tom? Tim? She couldn't remember which. "Hi," she mumbled, trying to smile. And failing. "Do you know where my coat is?"

    Tim (or Tom?) had a blank stare. He was high on something. High as a kite. "Coat?" he repeated, the word slurred.

    Aren't you the manager of this place? she wondered. "Never mind," she said, trying to keep the tone of her voice light. It felt like all of the air was being sucked out of the room. She couldn't breathe. She had to get out of there. So she pushed past the short, pudgy manager and headed for the lobby. Relief set in when she saw the familiar heavy velvet curtain. She pushed it aside and made a beeline for the door.

    Wind rushed at her face as soon as she opened the heavy door. Her anxiety decreased in intensity as she descended the steps. She walked towards the end of the parking lot, and didn't stop there. So focused was she on distancing herself from the seediness of the place and the acts she'd just performed, she didn't fully take into account that she was barely dressed. Corset. Collar. Barely there skirt. Thigh highs. I look like a streetwalker. A cute, babydoll streetwalker, but still...

    Her steps halted and she blinked her eyes, realizing that she was on the street corner, at the opening of the alley leading into Decadence's parking lot. Bars and restaurants lined the street. A breeze shifted her long curls, and the first sprinkles of rain landed onto her shoulders. On any other day she would probably want to run for cover. She always spent so much time on styling her hair, that she wouldn't want the rain to ruin it. But tonight...tonight, the rain felt oddly refreshing. As the sprinkles turned into legitimate raindrops cascading down upon her, she felt like she was being washed of her sins. It felt like she was moving in slow motion as she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and stretched out her arms. Welcoming the cleanse.