50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Eighty-Four

    The ultimate role reversal. Aubrey cooked breakfast for Destiny and himself before heading off to work. Once he left the house, it was like he was operating on autopilot. The outside world seemed hazy, less real than the time he'd spent with Destiny inside the house that morning. When he pulled into the parking garage of Graham Enterprises, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. He must have driven; after all, he was seated in the driver's seat with his hands on the steering wheel.

    The haze didn't lift after he got out of the car, or when he entered the offices. It hovered around him and clouded his vision throughout the entire work day. He reviewed reports, answered phone calls, and even held meetings with his top level executives all while reliving the moments he'd spent with Destiny this morning. Lunch was served in one of his late-morning meetings and upon biting into his pita, he could've sworn he tasted her sweetness. If he closed his eyes, even briefly, and focused really hard, he could hear her light voice, whispering sweet, dominant nothings into his ear. He could feel her breath on his neck.

    It was a struggle trying to listen to each of his executives' presentations, when his imagination was working in overdrive. He was anxious to get back to his woman, anxious to get back home so that she could wrap him tight around her little finger. He was desperate to taste her on the tip of his tongue again.

    And with all of the women I've been with throughout the years, none of them have driven me this crazy, he thought just as a sharp pain shot up his wrist. Biting back a wince, he looked downward and realized how tightly he was gripping his pen.

    His CFO leaned in and nudged him. "Are you all right?"

    Aubrey relaxed his grip on the pen, then set the pen down altogether. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

    As soon as the meeting cleared out, Aubrey briskly strode out of the conference room, down the hall, and to the nearest Mens' bathroom. He paused in front of the long mirror stretched over the granite sink counter and ran a hand over the top of his head. He took a long, hard look at his reflection. In those short, few moments, he recalled his history as a submissive. He recalled the pleasure and satisfaction that he used to get from it, but also the inherent feeling that something was missing. Despite the fond memories he had of that phase in his life, he'd always felt incomplete when he was a submissive, as if he was getting hotter to the mark but not quite on target. It wasn't until he'd become a Dominant that he felt whole.

    While staring at his reflection, he reached up and loosened his tie. I became a Dominant, and I never looked back. I never thought that submission held anything for me, never thought that it could be something that I ever wanted to experience again.

    Not until Destiny. Whether she was trying to imitate his domination style or not, she was undeniably sexy when playing the role of Dominant, always had been.

    He stroked his bottom lip, then turned and eyed the bathroom stalls. Continuing to loosen his tie further, he turned and swaggered into one of the stalls, closing the door behind him.

    "You're such a good boy, Aubrey."

    One minute he was shrugging his suit jacket off of his shoulders, and the next he was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Destiny's voice echoed in his head as he felt the weight of himself in his hand. He stroked himself and continued to hear her, the voice in his head seemingly cheering him on until he reached an orgasm.

    The door to the bathroom would open, someone would enter, use one of the stalls, wash their hands, and leave. His breath would catch in his throat, and he'd go silent until the person left...and then he would gasp out until hot stickiness oozed onto his hand.