50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Chapter Forty-One

    "All of a sudden, I feel like tasting something sweet...sweet...sweet."

    "Why did you want me to sit with you?"

    "Because you fascinate me."

    "What fascinates you about me?"

    "You're beautiful, for one. You're also a walking contradiction. You're the only reason I came back...back...back..."

    "What are you doing here?"

    "I'm not used to having women run away from me...I'm not sure I believe in love."

    "Are you going to try to teach me how to play the piano in one night?"

    Kissing. Moaning. Heavenly softness. Low voices, exchanged expressions of pleasure. Denial of emotions,. Touching. Licking. Unspoken and spoken promises, at times contradicting. Paperwork. Contractual obligation. A tool to prevent intimacy, closeness, attachment.

    The red room. Destiny, standing naked on the platform with her wrists cuffed. Aubrey shirtless, teasing her with the flogger. Teasing her with thick cubes of ice that her warmth melted down until the only evidence of their existence were the melted pools of water left on the floor. The taste of her. The smell of her. The feel of her skin on his skin, her lips on his lips, her tongue against his tongue.

    "The last time we were in this room, things escalated quickly," Aubrey said, walking through the aisles of toys in the red room.

    Destiny knelt near the platform with her head bowed. Her skin glowed beneath the overhead canned lights.

    He peered at her through the gaps of the shelving unit he stood in front of, studying the arch of her back, the tumble of dark, curly hair that fell down it. His eyes traveled down her back to the curve of her rear end as his hand idly stroked the lavender, silk blindfold on the shelf in front of him. He could have stood there staring at her for forever. Every part of her was beautiful to him.

    Keeping his eyes on her, he moved down the aisle, touching random objects and trying to determine what he wanted to use on her. Floggers, whips, paddles, chains, handcuffs, body clamps, ball gags, rope, zip ties, beads, leashes and collars, vibrators, the possibilities were endless.

    When he first met her, there were so many gizmos and gadgets that he wanted to use on her. The more time he spent with her, the less he needed toys like that. The more time he spent with her, the more enjoyment he felt just by touching her with his bare hands, tasting her on his tongue, or feeling her inviting thighs wrapped around his.

    Plagued with indecision, he settled on a small, remote-controlled vibrator. He returned to her with the gadget and controller in hand.

    Like a good girl, she kept her eyes lowered.

    He placed his hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up. Her eyes lifted up to meet his, and his heart melted. I don't know what I would do without her. I don't know how I'd ever live without her. The activities that ensued were pure debauchery. He kissed and licked from her shoulders, to her breasts, to her abdomen, to her pelvis, to the apex of her thighs and teased her with his tongue before placing the vibrator inside of her. Then he kissed his way back up her body and stood up. With slow, deliberate movements, he removed his sweatpants. "Look at me," he commanded softly.

    She did. And something that he loved about her, something that he would always love about her, is how expressive her eyes were. If she were mad at him, she would try to give him the silent treatment, but she didn't need to speak to communicate her anger. Her eyes said it all. The same could be said for when she was turned on by him. Her posture, her obedience, painted her out to be the perfect little submissive. But her eyes said that, if she could, she would knock him to the floor and have her way with him. Her eyes were a contradiction to her otherwise submissive demeanor; there was nothing demure in her gaze at that moment.

    He grasped her chin in his hand and guided her mouth towards his growing arousal. The moment her lips touched him, he tilted his head back and released a shuddering breath. His free hand trembled around the remote control device. He almost forgot it was there; that's how good her hot, wet mouth felt. Moving the hand on her chin to her hair, he pressed the button on the remote control.

    She gasped and drew back, staring up at him. Her eyes were round with shock.

    He stared back at her. "Did I tell you to stop?"

    She shook her head, but was hesitant to start again.

    He tilted his head to the side. "Hesitation is punishable."

    With her eyes anchored on the remote control in his hand, she leaned her head forward and took him in her mouth again.

    He watched her, and he waited. After the initial shock of feeling a vibrator buzzing inside of them without warning, women tended to be wary. They tended to keep their eyes on his hand, until they became distracted. Until they started to forget that he was holding a remote control, and started to focus on how good they thought he tasted or how good he felt in their mouth - or so they would tell him afterwards. He waited until her eyes fluttered closed, until her hands moved to grip his outer thighs while she drew her head back and forth. Then, he pressed the button again.

    Her mouth stilled on him and she moaned with him inside of her mouth.

    He gathered her hair in one hand, tangled it around his hand, and caught his bottom lip between his teeth. She was so perfectly sensual and sexy, he rarely had patience for teasing like this. Even though he had spent years coaching himself in stamina and withholding pleasure, whenever she was near him, all he wanted to do was bury himself within the depths of her. But he continued to play with her, tease her mercilessly.

    She continued to please him with her mouth until he felt his knees start to shake.

    And after I came, I didn't stop. I didn't allow her to rest. I didn't give her a break. Instead, I dropped down to my knees, grabbed her hips, and I tasted her again. I made her come again. Only then did I carry her to the bedroom, where I held her close to me. And then after both of us had a chance to catch our breaths, I was on top of her, giving it to her the way I know she wanted. Making her come. Again.

    "I love you, Sir. Only you."

    "Whose is it?"

    "Yours, Sir."

    Fast-forward, and he was sitting at a dinner table with her and his mother and members of his family. Then his mother was pulling out a photo album and showing Destiny photos of young Aubrey. Fast-forward beyond that, and Aubrey was interrogating Destiny, asking her how she knew events of his childhood that he hadn't shared with her. Fast-forward, and his company was under suspicion of unethical accounting practices. Not long after that, people were starting to die all around them. The Carlos death-scare. Aubrey sending Destiny off to live with Brian, because he feared for her life. Trying not to go crazy without her there for him to hold at night.

    The police interrogation. So many questions. Some of the questions seemed unimportant or irrelevant, but with cops there was always a purpose to what they asked - even the seemingly unimportant questions.

    And then? And then, what? What happened after the police investigation?

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    Aubrey opened his eyes.