50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Fifty-Eight

    Destiny sat on the living room couch. After breakfast, she'd showered and dressed. Sleeveless, scoop-necked, peach-colored top capped off by a black pencil skirt, black heels. Minimal jewelry, but the diamond collar was secured around her neck. She'd taken great care with pinning up her curly hair in a chic updo. Twirling strands of hair around an index finger, she dangled a shapely leg while reading the book she held in one hand. Painted lips mouthed read words as her eyes scanned the words on the page. It was another book about the art of true submission, far from light reading.

    Aubrey sat across the room from her, immersed in his own book when he wasn't pausing his reading to respond to work messages on his phone. Following her example, he'd showered and chosen to don one of his trademark suits. Dapper as always, the perfect image of classic style. The suit was charcoal gray with vertical stripes running down the suit jacket and suit pants. He smoothed his tie while reading and narrowed eyes that were framed by wire-rimmed glasses.

    Her eyes lifted over the top of the book, stealing a look at him. She took in the beard, which he'd carefully trimmed while standing at the bathroom mirror, the broad shoulders covered in the finest material imported from Italy. Bringing a hand up to her collar, she continued studying him until he brought his eyes up and looked at her.

    His eyes smiled at her. With his gaze locked on her, he brought an index finger up to his lips, licked it, and turned the page of the book he was reading. Then he lowered his eyes and resumed his reading.

    He's such a freaking tease, she thought, deciding to best him at his own game. Lightly clearing her throat, she shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs.

    The subtle movement caught his attention, and he looked over at her again.

    Frowning down at her book and trying not to let on that she was looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she flipped a page. Then she crossed her legs again, dangling the top leg and allowing the heel to slip off of her foot slightly.

    Aubrey clapped his book shut and set it on the table beside his chair. Then he leaned forward and braced his elbows on his thighs, keeping his eyes on her.

    She touched her collar again, and held her fingertips there for several moments before sliding her hand downward, into the top of her shirt. "Hmm," she murmured while reading about just one of the many forms of expression of submission that a submissive could choose to display. While her eyes jumped from word to word, the fingers of one hand closed around her breast. She didn't have to check to see if Aubrey was watching; she could feel his eyes on her, feel their intensity even at this distance.

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    Carlos bounded into the living room after having taken a late-morning swim. He was pleased to see both Destiny and Aubrey in the room, fully dressed. Never before did I think I'd prefer for Aubrey to be dressed, but I never know what I'm walking into in this fucking house. "So...I need to get out of the house. Find some shit to do, and find some people to do it with."

    Destiny's hand didn't budge from its spot inside her shirt. Without even looking in Carlos's direction, she said, "Have fun."

    Carlos looked between Destiny and Aubrey, and his mouth slanted. "Like...do you two ever stop this shit?"

    "Stop what?" Aubrey asked, still staring at Destiny.

    "You know what...never mind." Carlos remained standing just inside the living room entrance, watching Aubrey unashamedly watch Destiny and watching Destiny sneak peeks at Aubrey. They were like a couple of newlyweds or teenagers or some shit. "Well...you couldn't cut the sexual tension in this bitch with a chainsaw, so I'm out."

    "Have fun," Destiny repeated, sounding distracted. That distraction would most likely be the fondling of her own titty, since her hand was going to town beneath the silky fabric of her shirt.

    It was insane...a part of Carlos would've loved to stay and watch whatever was about to unfold. With the way the two were looking at each other, something would most definitely go down...but as open-minded and twisted as Carlos's mind was, it still had its limits. He joked about wanting to be a fly on the wall of Aubrey's and Destiny's bedroom in the past, but after hearing about what the both of them put Rihanna through, Carlos had the sneaking suspicion that he wasn't anywhere near ready to see what actually went down when Aubrey and Destiny got it on.

    Since they'd been here, he hadn't really had much of a chance to spend one on one time with Destiny. As he exited the living room, he hoped that would change in the near future.

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    "I'm such a bad friend to him," Destiny said, pinching the tip of her breast while looking Aubrey in the eyes. "I should spend more time with him."

    "I appreciate the fact that you're spending time with me right now," Aubrey told her, and his eyes sparkled when he said the words. "Tomorrow, I head into the office. I shudder to think what that will mean for your training...but you'll have time to spend with Carlos soon enough."

    "I'm sure you'll find a way to train me, even while working full-time."

    Aubrey smiled. "Thank you for that unwavering faith you have in me."

    She uncrossed and crossed her legs again, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

    He watched her for a moment, then slowly stood up from his chair and walked across the room. Coming to a stand before her, he said, "Since this will technically be our last full, dedicated weekday that we will be able to spend on training, I suggest that the entire day be dedicated to training."

    "My own personal Training Day?" she asked him.

    His eyes lowered from her face to the hand she still had working her breast. As his eyes slid back up to her face again, he reached out and slipped his hand into the top of her shirt. It didn't take much time for his hand to find hers. He covered her hand with his and said, "Yes - your own personal Training Day."

    Setting the book side, she looked up at him and said, "I'm ready to serve."