50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Eighty-Five

    "A little bit of research goes a long way, doesn't it baby?" Destiny leaned against the front edge of the desk while looking down at Aubrey, still lying so very still on the floor. "Look at me."

    He turned his head and his eyes landed on her.

    While maintaining eye contact, she raised a hand and untucked her shirt. Once unticked, she proceeded to unbutton the shirt, and pushed herself away from the desk. Moving closer to him, she said, "You see...I had a tough time picturing myself spanking you. Or whipping you. Or... paddling you as a form of punishment. But after you pretty much laughed in my face earlier today, I knew that there has to be some way for me to punish you whenever you fail to follow orders. So instead of spending the day on my website as I'd originally planned, I spent my time reading. Searching. Looking up how to be a dominant, when I'm used to being a submissive. Finding a way for you to take me seriously."

    His eyebrows drew together.

    The lapels of her white shirt hung wide open on her curvy frame as she moved to stand beside him. "In the end, I decided that you were right...I was trying to emulate you. I was imitating the way you dominated me, since that is what I'm used to. You are the extent of my exposure to dominance. My experience in dominance and submission is limited to just you. So when it comes to dominating you, I...I guess I tried to display the strength and dominance that I've seen in you." She tucked strands of hair behind one ear. "But when you told me that you wanted me to dominate you, it really made me think. It made me wonder who Destiny, the Dominant, would be. That's what led to the research." She raised a foot and placed it on the other side of him, towering over him.

    His eyes lingered on her legs.

    Her hand fell away from her shirt, and went to work on unzipping her skirt. "Some parts of dominating you come natural to me, always have," she said as the zipper came down. "Always will. And other parts of dominating you...are new to me. For instance, coming up with ways to punish you without completely and totally emasculating you. During that research, I realized something." Her skirt fell down to her ankles.

    One of his eyebrows arched upward, and his eyes moved up to her face.

    She gracefully stepped out of the skirt and kicked it away before lowering on top of him. "I learned..." Her hand reached between her thighs and deftly unbuckled his belt. "That there are..." She unzipped his pants. "Plenty of ways..." She pulled him out of his pants. "To punish you..."

    He closed his eyes and grunted.

    She gave him two long strokes before sliding him in. "Something else that I learned?" She tossed her hair over one shoulder and leaned down until her face was only mere inches away from his. "That some forms of punishing you can be quite pleasing for me." She sucked on his bottom lip while riding him. "Starting with this one. Can you guess what your punishment is?"

    "You're not going to let me cum," he said, his voice sounding strained.

    "No one can call my baby stupid," she remarked, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on her bra-covered breasts. "You are going to make me cum, though. Twice."

    "Yes, Mistress," he said, his words wrapped up in a groan.

    She smiled down at him while continuing to bounce on top of him. "And then you're going to make us dinner, bathe me, and make me cum again. Only, you won't be allowed to. I suggest that from now on, you change clothes as soon as you get home from work. No matter how badly you want to see me. Understood?"

    "Understood."

    "Does this feel good?"

    "Yes, it feels good."

    She reached behind herself and massaged his balls in her hand while riding him. "How good does it feel, Aubrey?"

    "Ah...Destiny..."

    "I told you how you're supposed to address me," she reminded him, squeezing the sack of flesh in her hand.

    "I'm sorry," he panted. "I'm sorry. Mistress. Ma'am. Oh my God...please stop doing that."

    "No," she said defiantly, squeezing him again. "And when I say 'go,' we're going to trade places. You're going to flip me so that I'm underneath you and you're going to fuck me as hard and as fast as you can."

    He shook his head.

    "You can do it, baby. I have faith in you."

    "Destiny," he groaned out.

    She frowned down at him.

    "I mean...Ma'am...Mistress...I can't..."

    She caressed his beard and kissed him before murmuring against his lips, "Go."