50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Fifty-Nine

    This wasn't Destiny's first day of training. Aubrey had trained her before. He had trained her and educated her and tested her, both rewarded and punished her. But today was different. The way he looked at her felt different, the way he spoke to her was different. The way she responded to him and the way she felt about him was different. No worse than what she'd felt for him previously, just...not quite the same. There was a more mature element to her feelings for him, a deeper understanding of who he was as a man. On the flip side of that coin, there was also a more intimate understanding of who she was as a woman, what she desired and what she had to offer someone in return.

    The bond between them had already been pretty solid, but the experience they'd shared in the dungeon last night had made their bond pretty much impenetrable. What they'd shared last night had further proven that they perfectly matched. Last night's experience in conjunction with her light reading on the art of submission changed her entire attitude going into training. Now that she felt more in touch with what she wanted and needed, she could admit to herself that her interest in dominance and submission wasn't just to appease Aubrey. It wasn't just to keep him, and it wasn't just a passing fancy for her. Deep down, both dominance and submission were at war within her. She gravitated towards both. Dominating Aubrey was a turn-on for her, and taunting Rihanna had been exhilarating. Forcing Rihanna to watch was stimulating on an entirely different level.

    What had transpired the evening before couldn't be duplicated. It was one night, one twisted and deviant period of time that was now in the past. Sure, Destiny and Aubrey could attempt to re-enact it. Find a person or a couple in a nearby sex club and have them role play...but it wouldn't be the same. The feelings wouldn't be as genuine, because the entire scenario itself wasn't genuine.

    I fucked my baby in front of his ex, and nothing was the same, Destiny thought, touching slender fingers to her collar while staring at Aubrey.

    He stared back at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes. As observant as he was, there was no telling that he saw the new fire burning within her. It was all but a guarantee that he noticed a difference in her demeanor.

    She stood with a confidence that she hadn't owned, not even two days ago. One hand stayed on her collar and the other rubbed her thigh while keeping her eyes trained on him. More than anything else in the world, she wanted him to train her. More than anything else, she wanted to be trained. After everything she'd seen and after everything they'd been through, she was finally truly ready for him. She poked her chest out, tilted her chin up, and returned his stare. "Please let me know when training has started."

    "Training starts in two minutes," he informed her.

    Her eyes slid over to the ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Noon. Her training would start at noon. She turned her eyes back to him and drank in the sight of him.

    His fade was perfect; it always was. His barber lived in Toronto, but he'd already told her that he would be flying the barber in to California instead of reconnecting with a barber in California or taking the time to find a new one. That perfect fade connected to a perfectly groomed beard, which he kept up himself. Every so often, his barber would line up the beard. But Aubrey was more than capable of the daily upkeep. Watching him trim his beard was nearly as fascinating as watching him craft a song from scratch. Nearly, but not quite. The suit he wore hugged his broad shoulders in a way that made her pulse quicken. It was safe to say that most things about him turned her on. Even the way he stood, with his hands clasped together in front of him. His pose was camera-ready, even though there were no cameras on them. "One minute," he called out, the corner of his mouth lifting as he watched her.

    She continued stroking her thigh, then moved her hand across the front of her skirt.

    Aubrey licked his lips, his eyes dark and hooded with their trademark intensity.

    The pencil skirt she wore had too tight of a fit for her to slide her hand between her thighs without unbuttoning the garment or lifting the hem of the skirt up. Rubbing herself through the fabric had to suffice.

    He unclasped his hands and slipped one into the pocket of his dress pants. His movements were slow and deliberate as he walked towards her. Coming to a stop before her, he said, "Training has started."

    It was like a switch went off. Her gaze dropped down to the floor, and her arms went slack at her sides.

    "Well done," he said, sounding impressed.

    "Thank you, Sir."

    He circled around her. "Who do you belong to?"

    "I belong to you, Sir."

    "You submit to me willingly?"

    "Yes, Sir."

    "Why?"

    "Because I live to serve you, Sir."

    "Mmm." Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him. The close proximity revealed that he was already aroused. "Who do you belong to?"

    The old Destiny would have pointed out that he'd already asked that question. Or she would have pushed back against him and challenged him. The new Destiny remained perfectly still and repeated, "I belong to you, Sir."

    "On your hands and knees," he instructed, releasing her from his hold and moving away from her.

    Without hesitation, she lowered down to her hands and knees.

    "The book on the couch. Bring it to me."

    Crawling in a pencil skirt was no easy feat. The tight fabric drastically limited the range of motion in her legs. But she managed. She had her orders, and she intended to follow them.