50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Forty-Three

    There were a few ground rules that Destiny had to abide by. Aubrey explained them while they sat in the back of a black, tinted windowed SUV driven by a staffer Destiny hadn't met before today. She sat beside Aubrey, gripping the edge of the bench seat while listening to his voice, which deepened while he attempted to keep his word discreet.

    It wasn't easy to focus on words when she knew that she was outside of his house, seated in a car with a foreign object inside of her body. The fact that the device was controlled by someone other than herself only made it more difficult to focus on the instructions he was giving her.

    "As we're shopping, I'm going to randomly activate the vibrator," he explained to her, smoothing down his crisp, white dress shirt while speaking. Even though his voice was lowered, he spoke casually about the topic, as if he were discussing furniture or tablecloth patterns. "You're able to speak freely. However, you are not to alert anyone to the fact that our shopping trip is anything but ordinary. Meaning, those cute little moans I have the pleasure of hearing when we're in the privacy of our own home...you're going to have to silence those. No moaning. No crying out. Continue whatever it was you were doing before I activated the device."

    She remained silent.

    "Do you understand everything I've told you?"

    She nodded.

    "I need a verbal response from you."

    "Yes, I understand. Sir."

    "Good. Did you have any questions?"

    "One...so far." Unless you'll let me ask if you're crazy or not. Then I'd have two questions.

    "Go ahead."

    "Is this considered a punishment or a reward?"

    He laughed so loudly, the light-skinned chauffeur swiveled his head around and stared at both of them, before turning back around in his seat. Aubrey shook his head and glanced out of the window at his left. "Good question," he remarked. "I haven't yet decided. That will be determined by your reaction to our shopping trip."

    Trying to decipher her reaction to the shopping trip would be interesting, taking into account the fact that her feelings going into the experience were mixed. She was equal parts appalled that he'd request this of her, thrilled at the audacity of it all, frightened that she'd create an entirely new level of embarrassment for herself, and nervous that she'd disappoint him in some way. One question repeated itself on an endless loop as the car moved through Beverly Hills: Am I really going to do this? Was she? Was she really going to walk into a store knowing that the man accompanying her had the capability of activating a vibrator, in the presence of strangers?

    When the car pulled up to a large building with minimal branding on it, Destiny wasn't ready.

    The driver hopped out and grabbed the door for them.

    Aubrey stood out of the car first, squinting against the sun. Then he leaned down and helped Destiny out of the car, smiling in approval at the outfit she'd chosen: a sleeveless, colorful top with a deep V-neck line, a neutral-colored skirt that stopped just a few inches above her knees, and a sleek pair of designer heels. He'd insisted that she wear her collar today, so it was looped snugly around her neck.

    She met his appreciative gaze and smiled nervously as the driver closed the back door of the vehicle for them.

    Aubrey offered her his hand.

    She accepted it. The minute her hand touched his, a thought occurred to her. Most of the fear she felt was because she didn't know when he'd activate the vibrator, but if she watched his body language, she should be able to determine when he was going to push the button. Her eyes dropped downward. The vibrator, if she wasn't mistaken, was in his left pants pocket. So whenever he slides his hand in his left pocket, I know it's coming, she thought, feeling a touch of relief. Maybe this won't be so bad.

    But oh, how quickly she'd forgotten who she was dealing with. Aubrey, who'd in his entertainer days had proven to be one of the most petty individuals in existence. It seemed that old habits died hard, because the minute they stepped into the store, he slid his left hand into his pocket. And it stayed there.

    Wearing a naughty grin, he leaned in close to her and asked, "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?"

    In that moment, she loved and hated him all at once. She turned and surveyed the store. Her eyes widened as they moved further inside. The place was a kinky interior decorator's wet dream. If Lover's Lane, IKEA, Ethan Allen had a baby, it would be this store. There was furniture, bedding, window decor, and other furnishing towards the front of the store. The wide aisles gave a preview of the back area of the store: a sex swing that a couple was currently playing around on, a spanking machine that looked incredibly familiar, and a device that Destiny couldn't figure out for the life of her. In the midst of her attempting to figure out the purpose for the device, the vibrator inside of her jerked to life and shocked her insides. She gasped, stopped in her tracks, and grabbed a hold of Aubrey's arm. Barely able to keep herself upright, she stared up at him.

    He returned the stare with a corner of his mouth lifted. "Not bad," he commented.

    I can't do this, she thought desperately. But then she looked around the store again.

    Aubrey moved to stand behind her. "Are you understanding why I brought you here first?" he asked her.

    His intention was becoming quite clear. He'd given her the challenge of remaining quiet, despite what he was doing to her...but in the event that she failed to meet that challenge, he made sure that they were surrounded by other freaky couples in an environment where play between a couple seemed to be accepted and maybe even encouraged. "I understand now," she told him.

    "This is our first time trying public play," he said.

    "But the dressing rooms-" she started.

    He smacked her ass.

    She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from yelping.

    He turned his head right, then left, checking to see if anyone was observing them. "You didn't let me finish speaking, for one," he said, his mouth positioned close to her ear. "Secondly, our escapades in those dressing rooms weren't public play. That was public sex. There's a difference between the two. Don't worry. You'll learn the difference between the two, because I'm going to teach you. And your first lesson is today. Class is in session, baby girl."