50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Forty-Two

     By the time Destiny came back downstairs toting her clothes, Aubrey was waiting for her in the blue room. He leaned back against the X-shaped table and studied her as she approached. Her brown skin glistened and looked moist to the touch. Her long, dark hair hung in curls past her shoulders. He loved seeing her hair curly. That alone made him want to grab her, throw her against a wall, and have his way with her. Instead of acting on impulse, though, he reigned in his desires and waited until she stood in front of him before speaking. "How was your shower?"

    "It felt amazing," she answered. "It would have felt better with you there, though."

    He couldn't stop himself from smiling, but he did try. Licking his lips, he gestured for her to set her clothes down. "Before you get dressed, I want to let you know what is going to happen today."

    She bent at the waist and set her clothes down on the platform of one of the contraptions that graced the room, then resumed her position in front of him.

    "You want to redecorate this room, correct?"

    "When you ask the question like that, I'm tempted to change my mind," she said.

    He almost laughed, but caught himself at the last minute. "I'll ask the question again," he said, forcing a serious tone into his voice. "You want to redecorate this room, correct?"

    "Yes, Sir," she said, linking her fingers together in front of her.

    "I believe you said something about wanting the room to reflect who we are as a couple?" It was a sentiment that had touched him, even though he hadn't let onto that fact.

    "Yes, I do," she replied. "Very much."

    "I'd like that, too," he said. "Which is why we'll be going to the store to purchase some things that will make the room feel a lot more like ours and a lot less...impersonal." He gave the X-shaped table a pat. "Hop up."

    Her eyes widened and she looked at the table. "You want me to...get on that?"

    "Is there a problem with the instruction I've given you?" he asked her.

    She shook her head quickly. "No, I just..." She stared at the table again.

    "You're hesitating, Destiny."

    "I'm terrified," she said, her voice so tiny, he barely heard it.

    He sighed and settled his hands on her shoulders. "Do you trust me?"

    She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the table.

    "Destiny, do you trust me?" he asked again.

    Finally tearing her eyes off of the table, she shifted his gaze to him and nodded. "I-yes. Yes, I do. Of course."

    "I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you." He thought about his words again and said, "I wouldn't do anything that would cause excessive pain to you."

    She gave him a look that said, "Gee that's comforting," before glancing at the table again.

    He gave a playful smack to her ass. "Hop up, and I'm not asking. Don't hesitate."

    She took a deep breath and hopped up on the edge of the table.

    "Spread your legs for me," he commanded. "No hesitating."

    Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breaths short. But what was important was, she did as she was told. Those creamy brown thighs spread for him, and he was quick to stand between them. She caught her breath in her throat when he placed his hand over her femininity. It never ceased to amaze him, how wet she was. All the time. It didn't matter when he touched her, or when he tasted her, or when he slid inside of her. She was always wet and warm and inviting. Today was no exception. She was wet as he slid a finger inside of her.

    He groaned and planted a hungry kiss on her lips before withdrawing his finger and stepping back. He raised the wet finger to his lips and licked it as he backed away from her. "You taste good, as always," he said before turning his back and strolling down one of the aisles. He browsed through toys he hadn't seen in a considerable amount of time, since he spent so little time in California these days. Remembering her concern over items that had touched other women, he picked up a box and held it up to the light, reviewing the photo on the box and the item's description. "Hmm." He carried the box back over to Destiny. When he reached her, he already had the lid open and was pulling out a plastic tray.

    She warily eyed the box.

    "You and I are going to go shopping," he explained to her as he set the box down on the table beside her. "But there is a very big catch." He withdrew a small device from the plastic tray and hunted through the product manuals, charging cords, and other miscellaneous accessories before finding the remote control that went with it.

    She took one look at the remote, then looked up at him. "No."

    "No?" he repeated.

    "You can't expect me to-" She stopped in mid-sentence and shook her head. "I'm not ready for something like that."

    "I say you are."

    "Everyone's going to know and they're going to look at me like I'm crazy," she hissed at him.

    "You are in training," he said, pressing the button on the remote and smiling in satisfaction at the humming vibration of the device. "I am the teacher. You are the student. Consider this a pop quiz. So far, you're already failing. When I give you an instruction, or when you know that I want you to do something, you are to do it without question."

    She pursed her lips shut and stared at the device.

    He set the remote control down and moved to stand between her thighs again. "Open wider."

    She opened her thighs wider and gripped the edge of the table.

    He slid the small, smooth, egg-shaped device down between her breasts, along the slope of her belly, and down until he reached the spot he wanted. Then he pushed the device into her.

    She whimpered and bit her bottom lip.

    While watching her, he picked the remote control up and pressed a button on the remote.

    Her whimpering grew louder and turned into full-fledged moans.

    He grinned and held up the remote control. "I think I'm going to learn to like redecorating," he said, sliding it into his pocket.