50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Sixty-Four

    "Rest up, baby girl."

    Destiny lie flat on her back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't have much of a choice but to rest up. Her energy was completely depleted. In the recesses of her mind, she was vaguely aware of Aubrey sliding off of the bed and walking across the room.

    "Did you need anything? Want something to drink? I'll get you something to drink."

    Make it a gallon, she thought tiredly, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes. Her legs were still shaking, small tremors. The places on her body that he had touched still tingled. The tips of her breasts were sore from being sucked on. A fine sheen of sweat graced her body, and she felt no urge to wash it off just yet. Despite how exhausted she felt, her body sang. Even though she doubted that she had the energy to lift one arm, let alone two, she was instilled with pride that so far, she'd followed the instructions that he'd given her.

    After they'd cum together a second time, he had kept going. It seemed as if he could have kept on going, but he seemed to realize just how tired she was. Instead of continuing, he'd hovered over her and placed small kisses on her lips and her jawline. He'd lovingly caressed her hair and showered her with more affection than she could ever ask for.

    The bedroom door swung closed quietly behind him, leaving Destiny in blissful silence. Tomorrow, she had a meeting with the Los Angeles Times, and it was difficult for her to imagine leading a life outside of Aubrey's house. Serving him and indulging his whims and fantasies had taken over her life so much, that she'd temporarily forgotten that somewhere beneath the submissive sex kitten, she was a journalist who had career goals she'd like to achieve.

    And soon he'd be off to work too, driving to Graham Enterprises just about every weekday. Working in different offices. If she wanted to feel his hands on her, it wasn't as simple as taking a short elevator ride to his office; she'd have to drive clear across the city. How was that going to work, when she'd grown so used to having him near her?

    She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. They'd make it work somehow. There was no use in worrying or stressing over it now. In the here and now, her main focus was pleasing her man and making use of the time they had together today.

    It wasn't long before the bedroom door opened and Aubrey entered, carrying two bottled waters. Proud and naked, no shame or concern for anyone who might see. That must be the luxury of keeping minimal house staff on hand and not giving a damn whether or not Carlos surfaced. Aubrey walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, smiling down at her. "How do you feel?"

    Rising up on her elbows, she slanted her mouth at him. "Like I just worked out for two hours."

    "That's not too far off the mark," he remarked, removing the cap from one of the Fiji bottled waters and handing it to her. "Maybe we should end today's training right here."

    "No," she protested, clutching the bottled water to her chest. "I can finish training."

    The doubtful eyebrow he had raised said he felt otherwise, by the looks of her.

    "Please let me continue training."

    He unscrewed the cap from his own bottled water. "Are you sure you feel up to it?"

    "Yes, I'm sure."

    "And you don't need me to hold back, or anything?" He tilted the bottle back and sipped from it, but amusement twinkled in his eyes.

    "I don't need you to hold back," she said, unable to keep the pride from her voice.

    He lowered the bottle and chuckled. "All right. Take some more time to rest, and then we'll continue."

    "How long do I have?"

    "As long as you need," he responded, standing and walking over to the closet. "When you feel you are able, walk downstairs to complete the other tasks I've requested of you. Understood?"

    She nodded. "Understood, Sir."

    He emerged from the closet moments later, sporting a fresh pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. "There are some business calls that I need to return. Do you feel confident you'll be able to complete the remaining tasks asked of you?"

    "Yes, Sir," she told him.

    "Good. I'll see you down in the Blue Room."

    She watched him leave the room again, then fell back down on the bed, sighing in contentment. Struck with a sense of curiosity, she lifted one leg into the air and then lowered it. Her motor functions were returning. That was good. After their last lovemaking session, her legs had turned into some gelatinous matter incapable of keeping her upright. Her arms had felt weak, as did the rest of her body. In all honesty, she felt mixed emotions about what awaited her down in the Blue Room. Experience had taught her not to try to predict his actions. He had the uncanny ability of doing what she least expected. Considering the fact that he'd just turned her inside out right up here in the bedroom, though, she believed that he would turn it up a notch with the Blue Room session.

    Ten minutes came and went, and then twenty. Shortly after twenty minutes, she sat up and stood out of bed. The temptation was strong to throw on some clothes, but since putting on clothes wasn't in her list of instructions, she resisted that temptation. She tiptoed to the bedroom door, opened it, and moved down the hall.

    Oh, how much we take for granted...for instance, I'm appreciating the fact that I can walk down the stairs instead of crawling. Her hand lightly brushed along the banister as she walked down the stairs.

    Once she reached the laundry room, she was quick to move the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. Then she went to stand in the doorway of the laundry room, where she remained quiet. She was listening...listening for any other signs of life in the house, whether it be the sound of Aubrey's footsteps or the distant sound of his voice as he fielded phone calls. There were no sounds of his footsteps, or of his voice. The house was filled with nothing but silence and the sound of tumbling fabric inside of an overpriced dryer.

    For some reason, she paused for a beat in that doorway, tapping her fingers on the door frame before exiting the laundry room and venturing towards the door leading down to the Blue Room. Her steps were slow. A hundred different thoughts ran through her mind as she descended the stairs.

    The Blue Room looked every bit of cold as it usually did.

    Biting her bottom lip, she walked over to the bed, climbed in it, and sat in a kneeling position. Keeping her hands in her lap, she looked towards the door and waited for the love of her life to enter.