50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Eighty-Three

    Aubrey's tongue felt so good, Destiny felt herself easing back into submission. That natural, eager desire to please him came rising to the surface. She had to push it back down. She was the Dominant and he was the submissive. Role reversal. For him to take her seriously, she had to know her role and maintain it...and that role did not include her relinquishing her right to dominate him less than 24 full hours of training him.

    His antics in bed turned her knees to jelly, and his antics in the shower were just as impressive. He held her against the wall while tasting every inch of her, and held her against the wall some more while entering her.

    "You're such a good boy," she moaned out, struggling to think of something to say, anything to say. The only sounds out of her mouth for the past hour had been sound effects: moaning, panting, crying out. I may have underestimated just how hard it is to maintain control of the situation while his hands are on me and while his tongue is on me, while he's in me. How does he do it? How can he stay so calm when my mouth is on him, or when I'm riding him? How does he keep from losing control, the way I am?

    He was looking deeply into her eyes, wearing that disconcerting know-it-all smile, as if he could read her mind. "Is there anything else I can do to please you, Domme Des?" His voice managed to make the title sound sexy, but only in that instant, when she heard it out loud, did she realize just how corny "Domme Des" sounded.

    Her cheeks grew hot. "No, sub, just...keep doing what you're doing."

    "Yes, Mistress."

    There were moments here and there, moments when dominating him felt right. Then there were moments when it felt odd and unnatural. Hearing him refer to her as "Mistress" was one of those moments. "Domme Des" sounded corny, but "Mistress" sounded downright wrong coming from his lips. She was so used to the "Destiny," the "baby girl," the "little subbie." "Mistress" was different and felt foreign - as it should. It wasn't something he'd ever made a habit of calling her, before today.

    His strokes slowed down and she found him staring at her with a look of concern. "Are you okay?" He wasn't asking as a submissive. He was asking as the love of her life, as her fiance, as someone who was genuinely worried for her.

    She nodded. "Yeah. Yes. I'm fine."

    "I lost you for a moment there." 

    Wrestling with whether or not she should come clean about how she was feeling, she said, "I'm horrible at this."

    He broke out into a smile. "Horrible at what? You feel nice and tight to me."

    She felt her cheeks burning read. "That's not what I meant. You know what I meant."

    "You feel as if you are being a horrible Dominant?" he asked.

    "I feel like an amateur."

    "You feel like an amateur because you are an amateur," he reasoned, caressing her hair.

    She frowned.

    "I don't mean that as an insult," he added. "But you're not used to dominating me. Quite the opposite. You're used to being dominated by me. Now you're seeing me, the man who dominates you, in a submissive role. Your world feels like it has turned upside down, and that's completely understandable."

    "But I've watched you, and I've seen how you dominate," she said. "So I should be better at this."

    His smile stretched wider. "First of all, I thought you were doing pretty damned good. And second of all, you shouldn't copy what I do. You aren't me. You're you, and there is beauty in you being you. So when you dominate me...don't take what I do and imitate it. Find your own dominant core, find your own dominant identity, and get in touch with it." He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest. "I expect to be trained by Destiny, not by Aubrey Jr. I know how I would dominate. I want to know how you dominate. Do you understand?"

    She nodded.

    "The instructions you give me, make sure they are what you truly want me to do. You instructed me to wear sweatpants. Is that what you wanted, or is that what you felt I would be comfortable in?"

    "It's-it's what I wanted," she stammered.

    "Why?" he asked curiously.

    An image appeared in her mind and she turned her head away.

    "Why?" he asked again.

    "Because...I like how you look in them."

    "Out of everything I wear, you like how I look in sweats?"

    "Well..."

    He laughed. "I do have to get to work at some point in time today, especially considering I have to dress you and cook you breakfast after this."

    "I like how your dick bounces in them, okay?" she blurted out.

    His laughing intensified and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, while resuming his strokes. "Do you, now?"

    "Yes, I do," she replied while he rearranged her insides.

    "Mmm..."

    "Faster," she commanded.

    He raised his head and looked at her.

    "And yes, that was an order from Destiny," she assured him. "That is what I want."

    He smiled and did as she instructed.