50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter One Hundred Two

    Punishment. Destiny was beginning to have fun with thinking outside of the box. It was easy to rely on a belt or a flogger or a paddle when it came time to punish a submissive. When those weren't options, one had to rely on their own innovation. She could repeat the punishments she'd already given, him, but that was boring. There was no telling if he'd ever allow to dominate him again, and she wanted to make the most of it. So she ordered him into their play room.

    More accurately, she ordered him to sit at the window of the observation room within their playroom. She instructed him to keep looking outside of the window, and once she came into view, not to take his eyes off of her. Then she cuffed his hands behind back and left him there.

    She walked into the playroom, and at first she found herself attempting to emulate the confident, calculated way that he walked. A nagging reminder at the back of her mind told her to stop emulating him, to bring her own power and sexiness to the table. She moved in a slow strut, and made sure not to look towards the window.

    A little redecorating was in order - she grabbed a chair from the corner and positioned it ten feet away from the window. For the first time, she looked directly at the window while shedding her dress.

    Earlier that day, her focus had been split between finalizing wedding arrangements, and her friends, and her family, and her website. Just about every minute of the day was used productively; no time spent watching television shows, or movies. She hadn't even taken a swim today. She'd focused on getting her wedding together. But right here and right now, her only focus was on the mirrored window in front of her, and the man seated behind that mirrored window.

    She could focus on the memories that she'd shared with this window. Not too long ago, she and Aubrey had shared quite the experience with someone else who'd sat behind this window. Instead of focusing on the past, though, she wanted to focus on their present and future. Instead of recalling old memories, she wanted to make a new one. So while seated before the mirrored window, she slowly spread her legs and thrust her breasts forward. It was a pose that she held for a full two minutes, before touching her own thigh with one hand.

    For the briefest moment, she wished that the window wasn't mirrored. She wanted to see his reaction to her and what she was doing. The other half was grateful for the window being mirrored though. Because he was hidden from view, she wasn't intimidated. She wasn't shy. She hadn't lost her nerve. All she could see was her own reflection, and the mirror reflected beauty. Strength. A confident sexuality that was emerging on its own.

    This session was meant to punish him; it was meant to show him the error of his ways. Touch him and torture him. Touch him while preventing him from touching himself. That had been the intention, anyway. But as she slowly stroked up along her thigh while eyeing her reflection, the session became less about his punishment and more about her own self discovery and evolution. She touched herself tenderly, gingerly, and with care. At first. Fingertips to the tops of both thighs, a light pinch to the tips of both breasts, a brief cupping of a stomach that was barely showing. The tenderest display of love to the life within before lowering both hands to the apex of her thighs once more.

    She touched her wetness once and her toes tingled. Only the tips her toes touched the floor. Her body tensed as she continued to touch herself. Then she tilted her head back and all of the tension was released from her body. Letting out a sigh, she slid an index finger inside and moaned Aubrey's name. Her touch was still gentle as she pushed her finger in and out. A second finger joined the first, and then she was increasing the pace of insertion. Her breathing was quicker, and her heart pounded harder. When she wasn't looking at her own reflection, she was picturing Aubrey seated behind the mirror with a growing arousal that he was unable to tend to. Poor baby, she thought, looking at the mirrored window beneath lowered lids. Squirming on the chair, she tilted her head back again as she felt her first orgasm approaching.