50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Twenty-Two

    Aubrey loosened his tie as he followed Destiny into the bedroom they shared. Once the tie was untied, he allowed each side of the tie to hang down his chest as he walked over to the wardrobe. He turned and observed her while tugging on one end of his tie, effectively pulling it from around his neck.

    She moved to stand in front of the bed and daintily stepped out of her sparkling heels. Then she reached behind her back and expertly unzipped her dress, exposing a sliver of her caramel brown back. It was a wonder she'd held onto her brown complexion, even while they were holed away in wintery cold Toronto, but he loved the glow her skin had.

    He wound the tie around one hand while watching her, a dark closet behind him and the bright light of his love ahead of him.

    Humming to herself, she shimmied out of her dress. Still completely unaware that he was watching her.

    The more skin revealed to him, the more his mind ran wild. He wasn't just looking at a gorgeous face and a nicely stacked slim thick body...he was looking at a tumble of gorgeous hair that he couldn't wait to grab and pull. He was looking at a nicely curved back that he couldn't wait to slide a cube ice down, just to tease her. That nicely curved back led to a plump, nice little ass that he lived to squeeze and spank, bite and kiss. His eyes traveled down statuesque legs that he wanted to feel around his waist, squeezing him while he pushed himself inside of her. Any man passing her by would see a beautiful woman that they wanted to take home, fuck, and maybe call her the next day or maybe not. He looked at her and saw an endless amount of pleasure and erotic experiences for both of them to enjoy. She stirred feelings in him that should probably concern him. Whenever he was around her, it was a struggle just to control himself. Even now, he found himself stepping forward, out of the wardrobe closet while still winding and unwinding the tie around his hand.

    When he was about three feet away from her, she turned and cast a glance at him over her shoulder. Her eyes dragged downward. He was still fully dressed, minus his tie. Nothing special to see, but delight still lit up her eyes as she raised them to meet his steady gaze. "I never get tired of seeing you in a suit, no matter how often you wear them."

     Words like those spoken by any other woman wouldn't mean anything to him. Just a pithy compliment, insignificant in the scheme of life. But for some reason, any compliment that came from her lips made him feel a surge of pride, a surge of happiness. Deep down, he wanted her to look at him and feel just half as drawn to him as he was to her. He wanted her to be attracted to him. He wanted her to be proud of him. So he stood before her. His heart was in his hands, and on her hand. For the first time in a long time, he showed her the vulnerable man beneath the layers of bravado and professionalism and perfect composure. He didn't stand before her as Drake. He didn't even stand before her as Aubrey Graham, successful multimedia mogul and the brains behind Graham Enterprises. He stood before her as just Aubrey. A man. Just a man who loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, a man who couldn't keep the desire out of his eyes whenever he looked at her.

    She turned, wearing nothing but lacy garments that contrasted against her lovely skin. Earrings still hung from her ears, glimmering underneath the recessed bedroom lighting.

    He held his tie up in front of her eyes. "I wonder to myself if I'll ever be able to stand in the same room as you without wanting to bend you over or slam you against the nearest wall so I can have my way with you," he said softly, wrapping the tie around her head and securing it over her eyes. His movements were slow, but measured. Calculated. Precise. "I feel like a broken record saying that, but it amazes me how I can sit at a dinner table with your friends, and your parents, and your aunt and uncle and niece and listen to them talking, but...all the while, all I want to do is slide inside of you and feel you around me. It makes me feel dirty, but at the same time I can't stop myself from feeling that way. Am I dirty for thinking that way, with your family around?"

    "Completely filthy," she said quietly, a corner of her mouth lifting into a playful smirk.

    He smiled and lowered his head to suck on her bottom lip while knotting the tie behind her head. He raised his head, but his lips hovered just above hers. "If I'm so filthy, how can you stand being around me?" he asked, running one of his hands down the length of her arm.

    "Your filthiness must be rubbing off of me," she said, lowering her head and raising a hand to adjust the makeshift blindfold he'd tied over her eyes.

    "So you're a filthy girl, then?" he asked, grabbing her hands and lowering them to her sides. He readjusted the tie for her, then took a step back to appreciate her.

    "I think so," she said.

    He circled around her, randomly touching her here and there, at times causing her to shiver in delight. She never knew where his touch would land. "Thinking so isn't enough. Tell me."

    "I'm...a filthy girl."

    "You hesitated, as if you believe otherwise," he noted. "Do you believe you're a good girl?"

    "Yes," she said without pause.

    He grinned and ducked his head down. "Ah, you think you're a good girl. All right...tell me something. What do you want right now?" He started to unbutton the top collar of his dress shirt while walking around her.

    "E-excuse me?"

    He stopped while standing behind her and positioned his mouth near her ear. "Your parents are lying in their beds just down the hall from us. Your friends are also right down the hall from us. But what is the one thing on your mind right now? What is the one thing you want most right now? Right this minute?"

    She chewed on her bottom lip and clasped her hands together in front of her.

    "I didn't hear your answer," he chided, continuing to unbutton his shirt. He peeled the dress shirt off, then brought the undershirt over his head in one swift motion shortly before lowering his head and kissing her bare shoulder.

    "I want...you," she said finally.

    "You don't get away with that answer," he murmured against the crook of her neck. "There is something very specific that you want from me right now. What is it?"

    Her breathing quickened as he slid the straps of her bra down her arms. "I want...I want you to..."

    With his lips firmly pressed against her skin, he reached around her and cupped her half-bare breasts in his hands. He squeezed one breast in his hand while dipping the other hand lower, down her stomach, until it came to the apex of her thighs. "You want...?"

    "I want...mmm..."

    His hand delved between her thighs and he worked his fingers inside of her while pulling her closer to him.

    She moaned and leaned heavily against him. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

    Music to his ears, and anyone who knew him knew his love for music. "Say it again."

    "I want you to fuck me, Aubrey."

    He withdrew his hand from her thighs and whispered savagely into her ear, "And that's why you're my dirty girl. On your knees."