50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Forty-Six

    Training Day. Not just a Denzel Washington movie. Real life. Destiny pulled a pair of thigh high stockings up her legs. Aubrey had loved the way she looked in them so much the night before, he wanted her to wear another pair. Black, this time. Complete with a little black ruffle skirt. No corset. No top at all. Breasts bare. Shiny black collar. Hair pinned up, sloppy. Heavy on the eyeliner, crimson red lips instead of her typical lip gloss. Very French maid who forgot half of her maid's uniform at home, she thought while studying her profile in the mirror. She smoothed down the back of the skirt, but her rear end stuck out just a little bit too much. The skirt, much like its ivory-colored twin from the previous evening, was just a tad too short. Probably a deliberate move on his part when he'd gone shopping for them. He paid too much attention to detail for it to have been an error.

    He had explained that even though her training had resumed, he would be working from home for the better part of the day. Her duties would be cooking, cleaning anything that needed to be cleaned, and serving him so he could spend most of his focus on crisis control for Graham Enterprises.

    She turned away from the mirror and stared across the master bedroom, towards the door. Barefoot, she walked around the bed and left the bedroom. That morning had started off with holding each other in bed, shortly followed by a joint workout session in the home gym, a joint shower session, and breakfast together. The vibe still wasn't the same as it had been before, not as easy and relaxed. There was still some tension and walking on eggshells. During breakfast, Destiny's memory retrieved an image of Brian standing on the side of the street, in the rain, staring at her.

    There had been something about the look on his face, something that made the moment larger than life. Or maybe I just feel that way because in that moment, I desperately wanted a more normal relationship. The timing of it all made it seem unlikely to just be a coincidence. But Aubrey and I are pretty solid, she thought while pushing food around her plate. I can't imagine why fate would have Brian be right there and that particular moment in time.

    Her steps were quiet as she walked down the hallway. The blinds over the living room windows were open, per usual, allowing bright rays of sunlight into the living room. The sound of papers rustling carried from upstairs.

    She passed the dining room, crossed the living room, and climbed up the modern set of stairs spiraling up to the loft he'd designed into his home office. Everything about the design of his condo was modern. Furniture, appliances, and even his closet was a technological marvel. His home office was no different. The glass desk, matching bookcase, and even the chairs gave the room a futuristic look. The office featured a lot of glass, chrome, and cherrywood.

    He was hard at work at his desk with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His brows were furrowed as he perused the information displayed on the monitor of his laptop computer.

    She entered his office, trailing her fingers across the back of the chair she passed. After their shower, he had told her that he wanted her beside him as he worked. She had volunteered to help him and suggested that she be allowed to work on the other side of his desk along with him. Two heads were better than one, after all. But he had something else in mind for her.

    "I will definitely pick your brain for ideas once in awhile, but I don't want you working on the other side of the desk with me," he had told her. "Not today. Today you're training, and it's time for both of us to take your training seriously. So today, the rules regarding looking at me, touching me, speaking without being given permission, all of that...let's just say you're going to want to be on your best behavior, and pay mind to those rules. Instead of working on the other side of the desk with me, I want you to kneel beside me. While I work."

    Kneeling beside him while he works. Staying quiet until he speaks to me. All while wearing half of an outfit. That's my assignment for today. She walked around her desk and went to stand beside him.

    He turned his head and looked at her.

    She kept her head bowed and her eyes lowered, but not before she'd snuck a peek of him. And how is it possible he looks even sexier in glasses? He can't be human. He can't be. He had to be made in some kind of lab. Her movements were slow as she dropped down into a kneeling position, resting her read end on the backs of her feet.

    He gave her hair a pat, being careful not to disturb the stylishly messy updo and got back to work.

    She chewed on her bottom lip. On the upside? I was worried about not having time to think about how I felt about the sex club madness, and with assignments like these I have nothing but time. To think about...everything. And the downside was that her thoughts, no matter how they started off, kept going back to Brian. Wondering what he'd been doing in that area of town at that time of night, and wondering what he thought she was doing there, dressed the way she was. Thank God Aubrey was there. If Aubrey hadn't been there, Brian probably would have thought she was a prostitute. Not that it matters what Brian thinks, she thought quickly, her brows drawing together. I mean...if I did care, it's only because he's my supervisor and I don't want my supervisor thinking I'm some cheap whore who walks the streets as a side gig.

    Her hands fidgeted on top of shapely thighs made even plumper by her kneeling position. This assignment would be a lot easier if only I could...look at him. Watch him work. Or play Bejeweled on my cell phone. Something. It's crazy to me that there are women out there who do this and love it. She continued to research the BDSM lifestyle in her down time. There were women who talked about feeling satisfaction at the thought of pleasing their Dominant or Master, no matter what task they'd been given. Just knowing they pleased him made them feel pleasure.

    While some of the confessions had made her snort while laughing, there wasn't really much for her to laugh at. She couldn't deny relating to what most of the women were saying. There were some activities that Aubrey and Destiny had done that made her raise her eyebrows, but ultimately she lived for the moment when she made Aubrey smile or laugh. She didn't just want him to be happy. She wanted to be the reason he was happy. And things like this? Kneeling with her breasts exposed, collar locked around her neck, dressed like a porno star while obeying orders not to speak despite being a journalist who lived to hear a story and tell a story, someone who lived for deep, thoughtful, meaningful conversation? This was outside of her norm. This was her stepping outside of her character, and why? Because she loved him and wanted to please him.

    So she could snort and laugh at the submissives who poured their hearts and feelings into those blogs, but she was one of them now. She was a submissive. And after last night's escapade, it was evident that she would do just about anything to please her Dominant. After last night, she thought, feeling the warmth of Aubrey's sweatpants-clad leg beside her, I can safely say that not only do I live to please him...but when it comes to interests, he and I may have more in common than I would have originally thought.