50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Seventy-Six

    The room was pitch-black. Or maybe it seemed that way because a blindfold was pulled tight around Destiny's eyes. Her hands were tied together above her head. She felt fingertips trail down her bare spine and shivered. Vanilla living had its charms. Once upon a time, it was what she craved to have with Aubrey. Early on in their relationship, she'd wanted more than anything to convert what they had into a more "normal" relationship. But these days...these days were different. These days she craved the kink as much as he did, if not more. These days she craved the chance to submit herself to him. Her skin tingled, and her toes, which hung four inches above the floor, curled in anticipation.

    Warm breath was blown onto her abdomen. He was circling her, the way a predator would circle its prey. Quiet, completely in stealth mode. If he didn't touch her or blow on her, she wouldn't have any idea where he was. Ninja skills on fleek. That was her baby. Tall and broad, arms thick and muscled, but with movements so agile, they just about went undetected. "Did you miss me?" The question was followed by a low chuckle.

    They'd spent every night together since they'd come here. They hadn't been apart; they were all but joined at the hip. So the question should have seemed strange, only Destiny knew exactly what he meant. He's not asking me if I missed Aubrey the man. He's asking me if I missed my Dom. "Yes, I did, Sir."

    "You didn't enjoy your weeks off from training?" He sounded amused.

    "I enjoy all of the time I spend with you. I just...missed this."

    Without warning, he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. "What was it that you missed?"

    Her mind ran quickly, but her heart won the race, pounding hard in her chest as she tried to come up with an answer.

    His hand moved away from her ass, but then smacked it full force.

    She gasped and turned her head. If there was any light in the room, the blindfold was blocking it out. All she could see was darkness.

    Aubrey smacked her ass again. "Is this what you missed?"

    "Yes," she gasped out.

    "Hmmm..."

    Although she couldn't see him, she pictured him stroking his jaw.

    "You handled the last challenge I gave you very well. Your ability to follow that many instructions given to you verbally...it impressed me."

    How come I feel like more instructions are coming?

    While kneading her ass cheek in one hand, he continued, "I would like you and I to develop a daily routine." He paused - without looking at him, she couldn't tell whether this was for dramatic effect or because he was thinking about what he would say next. "This is not a routine that would go on for forever. I know that could get boring. This routine would be for the sake of training, to see if you can follow instructions over an extended period of time."

    Was it the blindfold that made his voice somehow sound even sexier than it did normally? Was that even possible? Her ankles were bound together; otherwise, she would have to cross her legs tightly to keep any moisture from seeping out. The sound of his voice, along with the possessive hand he had gripping her ass, were driving her mad.

    "Each morning, you will give yourself to me...however I want it. We will shower together. Every morning. You will dress me. You will cook breakfast for me. You will see me off to work. You will check the house, make sure everything is in order. Make sure everything is clean. Do the laundry if the laundry needs to be done. Wash the dishes if the dishes need to be washed. This isn't just my house now. It's our home. Maintain it. Once you're certain that the house is in order, you are free to work on your website project for as long as you see fit. I will let you determine how long that is. You're free to take part in other activities as well, such as working out or shopping if you need to. But when I come home, I expect you to be here and ready for me. When I come home, I expect to find you kneeling in the living room, waiting for me. Near my chair. Every weekday. There are some days that I might come home later than usual, but I still expect to find you waiting for me in the living room, kneeling near my chair. If I'm coming home earlier than expected, I will call you or text you so that you know where you need to be.

    "Once I come into the living room, you will stand and come to me. Then you will lead the way upstairs to our bedroom so that you can undress me. You will then dress me in more comfortable clothes and draw a bath for me while you cook dinner for us. After dinner, we will relax for a bit. Watch a movie, or a show, or just talk. Whatever we decide. After that, we will have a session in the blue room. And after that, if you have been a good little sub, then I will draw a bath for you. I will bathe you and wash your hair, and dry you off so that you can join me in bed. Do you understand the routine that I expect you to carry out during the period of your training?"

    Overwhelmed by all of the instructions, she bobbed her head up and down. "Umm...yes, Sir."

    "You will strike 'um' and 'uh' from your vocabulary," he told her.

    Ironically, she was tempted to say 'umm' again right then and there, but she bit back the urge. "Yes, Sir."

    "Do you have any questions for me about the instructions that I've given you?"

    "No, Sir."

    "Remember that you have been instructed to alternate the way you address me." His hands reached around and delved between her thighs.

    She moaned softly. "Yes, Daddy."

    "Good girl," he praised, slipping a finger in.