50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Fifty-Three

    Half an hour had passed, and still tiny little aftershocks would roll through the length of Destiny's body. She lie on her side with Aubrey's arms around her. Solid. Protective. Comforting.

    "Orgasm control," he said, his voice low.

    "What?" she asked him, when he didn't explain any further.

    "Orgasm control. The act of teasing, or peaking. Arousing you to the point where you come close to having an orgasm, but not quite, and then stopping. Repeating that process. So that once you are allowed to orgasm, it's a lot more intense and pleasurable."

    She continued staring into the dark, listening to his voice.

    "That is why I have been teasing you for the past few days. It wasn't a cruel game I was playing, or anything like that. It was controlling your arousal so that in the end, you would experience a more intense orgasm than usual. Many couples go for weeks, or sometimes even months just so they can experience on amazing orgasm."

    Thankful that her frown was cloaked by the dark and by the fact that her back was facing him right now, she asked him, "Permission to ask freely, Sir?"

    "Granted."

    "If you'd made me wait for longer than two days, I most likely would have molested you in your sleep."

    He laughed softly and kissed the curve of her shoulder. "So...you're admitting that you would disobey me? Blatantly disregard a rule that I set for you?"

    "I didn't say all of that," she muttered.

    He laughed again. "I don't know if I'd ever be able to make you wait for weeks or months. Making you wait means making me wait. One day, I'll probably want to try it just to see how long I can go. But that isn't something I'm eager to try. I like making you climax way too much to make you go without for long."

    In the dark, her cheeks flushed.

    "So..."

    She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. "Yes?"

    "You called me Daddy this time."

    Her eyes widened and she turned her head away from him. "I did."

    "Where did that come from?"

    I don't even know where it came from, she thought. I have friends who've mentioned calling their boyfriends that in bed. I told myself I never would. But for some reason...when he was doing what he was doing to me...it just felt right to call him that. I didn't even think about it. "I don't really know where it came from," she confessed.

    "Have you ever called a past boyfriend that before?"

    "No, I haven't," she responded, twirling a few strands of her curly hair around one finger.

    "Where would you get the idea to call a man that in bed?"

    She turned around in his arms and peered at him. "Did you hate it?"

    He hesitated before answering. "I didn't say that. I was just asking a question."

    "I have friends who call their boyfriends that," she told him. "And I didn't really think about it. It just felt right to call you that, in the moment. When we were...when you were...at that point, I wasn't really even conscious of what I was saying or doing. I was on an entirely different plane of existence."

    His smile was visible, even in the dark. A flash of white, near-perfect teeth. "That's good to hear."

    She couldn't help but feel self-conscious. "So did you hate it? Me calling you that?"

    "No, I didn't hate it."

    She breathed out a sigh of relief.

    "In the lifestyle, it's actually quite common for a submissive to call her Dominant or Master 'Daddy.' That is why I was so curious. I didn't know if you pulled that word from research, or where it came from."

    "I didn't know that."

    "There are also what people refer to as 'Daddy Doms,'" he explained softly, then used his hand to stifle a yawn. "Those are Dominants whose relationship with their submissive has more of a...father figure dynamic. And that dynamic doesn't have anything to do with age. I've met Daddy Doms who were twenty-five years old. They are a lot more protective, and fatherly to their submissive than a traditional dominant, and the submissive in a Daddy Dom relationship takes on the role of a little girl, almost."

    Destiny frowned in the dark.

    As if he could sense her frown, he added, "That branch of the lifestyle isn't for everyone. But some people are into it."

    "Knowing that something like that exists makes me not want to call you that anymore," she said, her frown deepening.

    "Just because something exists doesn't have to change what you use as terms of endearment for me," he pointed out. "Daddy Doms exist but that isn't what I am."

    "All the more reason not to call you that," she reasoned.

    He was quiet for a minute. "Do you remember my reaction when you called me that?"

    Another small aftershock hit her when he said those words, because she remembered all too well. When she'd called him "Daddy," he had climaxed almost immediately, filling her up with hot juices. He filled her up so much that those juices had started to spill out. His groans and grunts had been the loudest she'd ever heard them. He had stayed inside of her longer than usual, just holding her. Kissing her. Showering her with affection while she used her inner muscles to clench around his thickness, as if she was forbidding him from pulling out.

    His voice was soft as he said, "I take it you remember."

    "Yes, Sir, I do," she affirmed.

    "I've had women call me that before. And...I've always liked it. But when you called me that..." He paused, searching for the words he wanted to use. "You calling me that may have been the hottest, sexiest thing I've ever heard any woman say. Ever."

    "I guess that's your way of saying that you want me to keep calling you that."

    He smoothed the back of his hand across her cheek. "It's my way of saying that I liked it."