50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Sixty

    "I'm not going to tell you how good your ass looks in that skirt," Aubrey said to her. "It'll probably just go to your head."

    Destiny's cheeks flushed as she crawled across the room. She found herself dropping her shoulders down to embellish the arch in her lower back. Giving him an eyeful. The old Destiny would have glanced at him over her shoulder for added effect, but she didn't have permission to look at him. So she didn't. She crawled across the room, grabbed the book from the couch, and crawled back over to him with it.

    He held his hand out.

    She handed the book to him while keeping her gaze downcast.

    "Good girl," he commended. "And you say that you're ready to serve me?"

    "I'm beyond ready, Sir," she replied readily.

    "You're willing to do whatever I ask of you?" he pressed.

    "Anything and everything you ask, Sir," she answered.

    "Hmm. No limits? I can call you anything, order you to do anything, and you would comply?"

    "I trust you not to lead me astray. I trust you not to play me." The temptation to look up at him was so strong, but she kept her eyes focused on the floor. "Sir," she added as an afterthought.

    His hand came into view, and he played in her hair for a moment. "You're correct. I wouldn't order you to do something that would cause either one of us grave embarrassment. There may be orders I give you that make you feel shy or nervous, but I'm not into humiliation. That's not something I would ever want you to feel."

    "Thank you, Sir."

    "Earlier today, you called me 'Master.'"

    She remained quiet, waiting for him to finish.

    "I liked it very much."

    "I saw how much you liked it, Sir."

    "From now on when addressing me, alternate between Sir, Master, and Daddy. Do you understand?"

    "Yes, Sir."

    "I want to give you a specific list of instructions," he told her. "I want to see how good you are at listening to me, how good you are at following instructions when more than one has been provided." He paused, then said, "Up. Stay on your knees."

    Following his words, she pushed herself off of the floor and made sure to stay in a kneeling position.

    "You may look at me."

    She looked at him. It was crazy, how much her eyes had missed the sight of him in such a short period of time.

    "I want you to stay here ten minutes after I've left the room. Once ten minutes has passed, I want you to crawl - not walk - upstairs and join me in the bedroom, where you will kneel beside the bed while we watch a movie together. When the movie finishes, I want you to continue kneeling beside the bed for five minutes, then stand and undress. After every piece of clothing is off of you, I want you to take your clothes, sort them along with mine, and proceed to do the laundry. While the clothes are in the washing machine, I want you to crawl back upstairs to the bedroom and fuck me as if your life depended on it. Make me cum. Twice. As a reward, I'll make you cum at least twice, and give you time to rest before sending you down to collect the laundry. You will transport the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. While the clothes are drying, you will walk down to the dungeon and wait for me on the bed. And you will wait for me. It could be some time before I arrive, but I expect for you to demonstrate patience. When we are done with our activities in the dungeon, you will go back up to the first level, collect the clothes from the dryer, and put them in the clothing hamper. If you have completed all of the instructions I've given you without failing, I will carry the clothes upstairs and make sure you cum again. If you have failed any of the instructions that I've given you, you will carry the clothes upstairs, where you will receive your punishment." He reached out and touched her hair again. "Do you understand the instructions that I've given you, submissive?"

    "Yes I do, Sir."

    "Are you sure you don't have any questions?" he asked. "There is a hefty amount of orders that I've just given you. Have I ever even shown you the laundry room?"

    "You didn't show me the laundry room, but we pass by it every time we go to the dungeon, Sir," she said.

    His eyebrows rose. "Very impressive, little sub."

    "Thank you, Sir."

    "If you have no questions regarding the instructions that I've given you, then I will leave the room so that you can complete your first task." He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. "Can you repeat what your first task is?"

    "My first task is to wait ten minutes, and then crawl upstairs to join you in the bedroom, Sir."

    "Don't forget to alternate when addressing me," he reminded.

    "I'm sorry...Daddy." Her brows drew together.

    He chuckled and took a step back from her. "What is your next task, after you've joined me in the bedroom?"

    "To kneel beside the bed while we watch a movie, Master," she replied.

    "Mmm. Yes. And after that?"

    "Keep kneeling beside the bed for five minutes."

    "That was a trick question," he explained. "I didn't expect for you to remember that detail. I've very proud of you. So proud of you." He squatted down in front of her. "Keep up the good work, and I'll make sure to have you screaming so loud that your parents hear us all the way from their home in Arizona."