50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Eighty-Two

FRIDAY NIGHT

    Aubrey liked to see Destiny in dresses, but Destiny was blessed enough to see him wear a suit nearly every day. Her preferred outfit on him was something much more casual: a black tank and gray sweatpants. "You can consider this your uniform throughout your training," she advised him while pacing in front of his kneeling form. "I understand that you can't necessarily wear this attire during the work day, but as soon as you arrive home from work, you are to shower and change into your uniform. Is that understood?"

    He looked like he was trying to hide a smile.

    She whirled on him and arched a slender brow. "Is...that...understood?"

    "Yes ma'am," he responded, bowing his head down.

    Feeling like she was on the verge of laughing herself, she turned her back to him. "Throughout your training, I would like to develop a routine. Every morning, you will wake me up with your tongue. You will eat me out, and then you will proceed to give yourself to me, exactly how I want it. You will shower with me. Then you will dry me off and dress me. You will cook breakfast for me, before going off to work. When you come home from work, you will shower and change into your uniform. At that point, you will enter the work office and kneel before the desk, where you will await further instruction from me." She circled around him as she spoke.

    He turned his head this way and that, his eyes following her every move and lingering on her exposed calves whenever they passed him.

    Loving the feeling of his eyes on her, she flipped her curls over one shoulder. "If I don't have any special instructions for you, then your next instruction would be to draw a bath for me. I will bathe while you cook dinner for the both of us. After dinner, we will relax. You will rub my feet while we watch a movie, or a show. You will give me a full body massage, and then you will make me cum twice. Make me cum twice, and I'll be sure to return the favor. Then you will hold me until we both fall asleep. Are these instructions understood?"

    "A lot of those instructions sound very familiar," he said, sounding amused.

    "That didn't sound like a 'Yes' or a 'No' to me," she mused, rubbing her jaw.

    He chuckled and looked up at her. "Yes, Ma'am."

    "When addressing me, you are to alternate between calling me 'ma'am, mistress, or Domme Des."

    His eyebrows shot up.

    She flashed him a smile before wiping it from her face. "Weekends will naturally have variations from the weekdays, but we'll play that by ear. You will do well, as long as you follow my instructions without question and without challenging me. Are we clear?"

    "Yes, Domme Des."

    She knelt down and tilted his chin up. "You're already doing so very well, little sub."

    He burst out laughing and turned his face away from her.

    She grabbed his chin and turned his face back around. "Do you find something amusing?"

    "I'm sorry, this is just...it's a little...it's just..." He stopped himself and shook his head. "This is going to take some getting used to."

    "Then I suggest that you get used to it," she said, releasing his chin and standing. "Because you wouldn't want your chucking and laughing to be misconstrued for inSUBordination now, would you?"

SATURDAY MORNING

    Nearly every night, Destiny dreamed about being eaten out by Aubrey. He possessed more talent in his tongue than most other men possessed in their entire bodies. It was no wonder that her dreams always wound up incorporating that pure talent.

    It was no surprise that Friday night, leading into Saturday morning, she experienced such a dream. The dream caused her to write beneath the covers and moan in her sleep. Her dreams were always so realistic. She could clearly see Aubrey's head between her thighs, feel his tongue flicking against her wetness.

    Her eyes fluttered open and the dream dissipated, giving way for reality.

    Only...

    The licking sensation persisted, even once her dream fell away. And when she raised her head off of the pillow, Aubrey's head really was planted between thighs that he had his arms hooked around. He was groaning into her as if tasting her pleased him just as much as it pleased her.

    A gasp caught in her throat and she grabbed at the sheets on either side of her, turning her face into the pillow. That tongue of his...it could work wonders. For that tongue, she would clean this house from top to bottom and start all over again. She would cook him as many meals as he wanted. She would shower with him and draw baths for him and kneel before him for all of eternity just to feel what dat mouf do.

    Her back arched off of the bed, and she reached down to cup the back of his head.

    He looked up at her while continuing to lick her. The desire in his eyes was enough to send her over the edge. His arms tightened around her thighs and he pulled her downward, closer to his mouth. He buried his nose in it, and his nose was followed shortly by two long, thick fingers that he slid inside of her.

    Domme Des...I could get used to this.

    He sucked hard on her clit, causing her to cry out.

    I could definitely get used to this.