50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Eighty-Nine

    Wedding talk. Baby talk. Wedding talk. Some more baby talk. Pregnancy test talk, so their speculations could be confirmed. Doctor exam talk, so Destiny's good health could be confirmed. And then there was a moment when Aubrey was staring at Destiny so intently, it felt like he was looking through her.

    "We really shouldn't let this news keep us from training," he murmured softly while pushing curly strands of hair off of one of her breasts.

    "After everything, you're still in the mood to...?"

    "Whenever I'm near you, I'm in the mood to," he said, circling the tip of one finger around an areola. "Whenever I look at you, I'm in the mood to. Whenever I remember the shit that we do together, I'm in the mood to."

    She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

    He pinched the tip of one breast. "I guess I'm forgetting my role as a submissive. I didn't ask for permission to touch you."

    "Permission granted," she said breathlessly, arching her back.

    "Then again, I didn't ask for permission to touch myself yesterday," he added, seemingly as an afterthought - only there was a devilish look in his eyes.

    "When did you do that?" she demanded.

    "While I was at work," he replied, continuing to massage her breast. "I couldn't get you off my mind. You have a way of dominating me that turns me on."

    "So you...touched yourself in your office?"

    "I was so hard, I didn't make it to the office. It was after a meeting. All I could think about was how good you taste. I could still taste you, on my tongue. It took everything not to whip it out right at the conference table." He nipped at one of her earlobes.

    She gasped and covered his hand with hers.

    "I guess I've been naughty, huh? I have to be punished?"

    "Yes, you do," she said, her voice shaky.

    "Oh, darn it."

    She laughed. "Your acting isn't really convincing," she told him. "Weren't you the one who told me that a submissive isn't supposed to deliberately taunt their Dominant, isn't supposed to deliberately seek punishment?"

    His mouth slanted. "Yeah," he admitted reluctantly, "but...you're so damned cute when you boss me around." Another nip at her ear.

    "So you're still not taking me seriously," she said, pulling away from him.

    "Quite the contrary," he argued. "That whole not letting me cum fiasco was eye-opening."

    "And yet you're in a hurry for another punishment."

    "Well...I was kind of hoping you'd get creative with punishments. Try something else."

    "I haven't let you cum since yesterday, and I'm tempted not to let you cum at all today."

    He frowned and it took everything in her not to laugh.

    "Don't go looking for punishment, subbie," she said, reaching between them and wrapping her hand around him. "Your goal in life is to make me happy."

    The look in his eyes was unreadable as he asked, "Permission to kiss you?"

    "Permission granted."

    As soon as his lips locked with hers, he released a growl and raised up on both hands, positioning himself on top of her. "Permission to spread those pretty thighs, Mistress?" he asked against her lips.