50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Forty-Nine

    In a normal relationship, when your boyfriend teases you, the solution is simple. You tease him back when he least expects it, and hit him where it hurts. Not literally, because you didn't want to hurt the family jewels. Figuratively. But in this case, the relationship wasn't "normal" by any stretch of the imagination. And Destiny was under strict rules. She had to kneel beside Aubrey while he worked. She couldn't sashay past him, pretend to drop something, and bend over to pick it up, all video vixen-like. She couldn't even look up at him. Her hands were also still tied behind her back, so there was that.

    And the thing was, he continued to tease her throughout the day. He would work steadily, take a few phone calls, do some typing, read through some reports, and then all of a sudden he would reach down, grab her breast, and squeeze it. Or he would turn, order her to kneel between his legs, and lean down to kiss her. A hot, steamy, passionate kiss that left her mind reeling. Then he would return back to his work. It was increasingly frustrating.

    He wrapped up another phone call and leaned back in his chair, groaning. "We've hired a private investigator to look into what Palmer could possibly be trying to hide," he said, covering his face with both hands. "I don't feel good about this though. I feel like it's going to backfire."

    She didn't respond.

    He dropped his hands and looked down at her. "Stand up," he told her.

    Let's talk about how hard it is to stand up without being able to use your hands for balance, she thought as she awkwardly stood up. Not a good look. At all.

    The desire in his eyes begged to differ. "Come here."

    She moved to stand between his legs.

    He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her breasts.

    Feeling more eager than ever, she started to grind against him. His hands were clamped on her waist, his lips were clamped around the tip of her breast, and she couldn't think of any other place she would rather be than right here. She tilted her head back while rotating her pelvis.

    With subtle movements, he started to grind along with her, growing harder by the minute.

    If my hands weren't tied, my hands would be in his pants right now. They would be in his pants wrapped around him. Pulling him out so I could shove him inside me. That's how much I want him right now. Like...if he stopped this time? If he stopped in the middle of this, I would probably develop superhuman strength just so I could break free of this rope and slap his ass.

    His hands tightened around her waist as he kissed his way up her neck. His lips were soft and warm when they found hers. He groaned against her mouth and dropped his hands down lower so that each one was grabbing her rear end. With those large, well-groomed hands, he ground her down on his lap so that the length of his thickness was poking her.

    She moaned against his lips, struggling against the rope tying her wrists together. All she wanted to do was touch him.

    He pulled back from the kiss and looked up at her. "I have to get back to work."

    "No," she whined.

    The expression on his face said that he didn't know whether he wanted to smile or give her a stern look. It was a combination of both. "Kneel beside me," he ordered, the tone of his voice light.

    But...but I'm wet and I'm horny and I know you're horny - I felt it - so why are you stopping? Can you at least tell me why? Still, she did as she was told. Like a good subbie would. But she was by no means happy about having to kneel beside him while he continued to work. Being a submissive fucking sucks, she thought, pouting.