Intervention:
I wake tied naked to a bed. What the f ##$K is going on. I shake my head. The last thing I remember is the Damm Taiwanese shipyard deal tanking. I fired the entire M&A team, threw a stack of now useless paperwork in Roz face. And then. Then? What did I do?
I rage and fight the restraints. What happen? I can't think. How long have I been here? Where is here? it doesn't look like a hospital, more like a hotel maybe? I watch the twilight fade to day. Still no one comes.
The door opens and in walk my perfect dream Submissive. Brown hair, tight body, enormous blue eyes. The hold me locked, entranced. I know her, I feel it. She sits in a chair near my head, I can't see her. Damm-it.
"Good morning Grey, are we ready to behave and be productive today?" she speaks with a melodic British or Southern inflection. Silence hangs in the air. Thought race thru my head, time stalls and wears on me. I need answers. I wait and wait. Till I hear the rustle of a page turning.
She reading something, ignoring me. ME! how dare she ignore me, I'm Christian GREY! I rage, bucking and thrashing. Till I'm exhausted. Need answers.
"Where am I? How much to release me? My people are hunting you, they will find me!" I start getting louder and angrier till I'm gone over the deep end. Silence. Just silence then the rustle of a page turning.
I wait and wait. "I have to pee." I say. "go ahead, shit too, if you have too" she coldly answers. I fume. I will not foul myself, I will not. Time goes by, I can't take it anymore. Yelling and screaming till my body surrenders. Humiliation. I will kill her. First, I'll fucker brains out, then kill her.
Two men come in and clean me up. "Our you going to behave or should I request the feeding tube again?"
I'm hungry, thirsty. "OK, un-tie me." she final reenters my vision. Looking at my face. She puts her hand on my chest. I lose it screaming and crying till darkness takes me.
Next day:
I wake tied naked to a bed. What the f ##$K is going on. I shake my head. The last thing I remember is the Damm Taiwanese shipyard deal tanking. I fired the entire M&A team, threw a stack of now unless paperwork in Roz face. And then. Then? What did I do?
I rage and fight the restraints. What happen? I can't think. How long have I been here? Where is here? it doesn't look like a hospital, more like a hotel maybe? Then yesterday returns my mind. Blue eyes, where is she?
She walks in the door. I calmly stare at her. She passes me, out of eyesight. "Good morning Grey, are we ready to behave and be productive today?" her voice is balm to my temper.
"I would like to use the bathroom and eat real food." I ask. "Our you going to behave or should I request the feeding tube again?" she repeats the words from yesterday.
"yes, I will." I say, her face appears near mine. She puts her hand on my chest. I wait for the pain, memories. But it doesn't come. I'm very confused.
"All right Grey, we will release the restraints." She says going to bureau near the door. Returning with a single ankle cuff. She attaches it to my ankle. "This is very much like a dog's shock collar. Much more advance and painful. You've already experienced several times. Don't force me to correct you" she looks up with intense sadness in her eyes. something well up deep inside me. I will do everything in my powers to never see her hurt like she is right now.
She undoes the restraints. I would grab her, but I'm weak. The two-male nurse get me up and help me into the bath room. I piss, shit, shower and walk out unsteady into the room with just a towel. The girl's is still there. "What do I call you?" I ask.
"you know the proper title." She points to a spot near her. "Assume the position, Grey. you know how."
I stare shocked, I'm a Dom not a submissive anymore. I drop the towel and stand there challenging her. She' clearly not a Dom.
The pain radiates from leg to shake and seize my body. I'm on the floor. She simple pulls out a book and reads. Ignoring me, I raise my self to my knees. "I_ AM _DOM! NOT A SUBMISSIVE!" the pain puts me back down. I don't know how many time I've been shocked. The afternoon shadows play on the window panes thru the pale green curtains.
"Please?" I beg, I haven't begged since the pimp. Rage and hopelessness punish my mind. She just points to the Damm spot on the floor near her feet. I struggle and crawl to the cursed spot. And assume the submissive pose.
"Finally, Grey you are too stubborn and pride full" she says like it my fault I'm here. "What do I call you?"
I spasm on the floor. I struggle to return to the pose. I hate myself, but I'm tired and hungry. "Mistress" she smiles at me, an the world spins and blackness fades.
Next day:
Blue eyes, where is she? I remember the last few days.
She walks in the door. I calmly stare at her. She passes me, out of eyesight. "Good morning Grey, are we ready to behave and be productive today?" her voice is balm to my temper.
"I would like to use the bathroom and eat real food." I ask. "Our you going to behave or should I request the feeding tube again?" she repeats the words from yesterday.
"yes, I will." I say, her face appears near mine. She puts her hand on my chest. I wait for the pain, memories. But it doesn't come. I'm even more confused. I need her touch, particularly right there on my chest. The emotions cause me to cry.
"All right Grey, we will release the restraints." She says going to bureau near the door. Returning with a single ankle cuff. She attaches it to my ankle. "This is very much like a dog's shock collar. Much more advance and painful. You've already experienced several times. Don't force me to correct you"
She undoes the restraints. The two-male nurse get me up and help me into the bath room. I piss, shit, shower and walk out into the room without a towel. Move to the spot and assume the position. "mistress"
She smiles at me, and the world is broken. I need her to smile at me more. Forever? "You've done this before. Good behavior is rewards, bad gets the cuff or things you're more used to using on brown haired petite girls like me." she stops and stares at me. waiting for me to say something. words pour out of my mouth. Shocking me. "I understand mistress. Safe words?"
"There are no safe words or hard limits with you Grey. you will obey or things will get very bad for you." she sadly says. Why does she play the Dom, if she's not? Why is she sad to punish me?
"Mistress I don't understand?" I ask in my frighten little boy voice. I haven't heard or used since Mia turned three. Everything I learned, know is useless here. where and what is here?
"First, rise, help me up like a gentleman your mother believe you are capable of being, then follow me to the dining room for breakfast." It takes a few minutes to hear and understand the words, context. She waits me out. I shakenly rise, and offer my hand. She takes it. Electric tingles race thru my body, pleasurable tingle. Not the cuff's.
She turns a walk out the door, I follow. Head down till I run into a table. "Grey eyes up." she commands. I follow her, wishing I was still looking the ground. Her ass is magical, just the right size and shape for her petite frame. I harden at my thoughts. She stops at a door. It takes a few seconds to realize what is expected of me. My body blush red, walking in front of her to open the door. She smirks at my hardon.
The dining room is something like my parents. Formal, rich and comfortable. A set of warming pans sit lining a side board. She moves to it. hands me a plate. "This is yours's. I expect you to eat every bit."
She portions out eggs, sausage, pancakes and fruit. I follow her to the table worried I'll have to eat off the floor, like a dog. "Sit here." she holds a chair; the silverware is already set out. she walks away and returns with juice and coffee. "You may eat, I ate before seeing you this morning." She leaves and returns with a tea pot and cup, with the tea bag on the side of the saucer. Dipping the bag a few times. Then placing it back on the saucer.
It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Every breathe, movement, is pure sexual bliss. I'm shock that so simple a task as making tea, would affect me like this.
"Mistress? Now much is the ransom for me?" I dare, she smiles at me. The fork is stopped midway to my mouth. I what her! My dick is even more granite, painful in need of her.
"Grey there is no ransom. This is an intervention. What is the last thing you remember?" she sadly asks. Like she been here before with me.
"how many times have we done this? _mistress?" I ask
"Five time before, you usually attack me, or just shut down into a catatonic zombie."
"how is this an intervention? Why don't I remember?"
"Christian, what is the last thing you remember?" she asks, my name a balm to my troubled thoughts.
"Taiwanese shipyard deal tanking. I fired the entire M&A team, threw a stack of now useless paperwork in Roz face. Then nothing. Why can't I remember? What is going on." I start to have a massive panic attack. I'm coming unglued.
Everything disappears in my mind. The only thought, thing in the universe is Mistress holding my cheek in her hand, that electric tingle is intense blocking everything else out. Emotions I've seldom felt rush in on me. I hold on to her like a life buoy.
Everything recedes, just her and I in the dining room. My arms around her waist, my head nestled in her breast. I don't remember how I, we got into this position. I slowly calm and relax.
She slowly leaves me returning to her seat. "better? Finish the food." She speaks shakenly: she's effect the same as I am. After I finish, she directs me to where to put the plate and silverware. I return to her.
She holds up her hand. I leap to assist her up, and follow towards the door. I race ahead and open the door. We exit and head back the way we came this morning. Bypassing the stairs and arrive at a fantastic lake front view sun-room filled with plants. "sit here." she says "Yes, mistress"
Once seated she shackles me to the chair. "how many time here Mistress?" she smiles. it stroke my tortured hardon. "first time." She sits across from me. "any new memories.?"
"no mistress?" I stress and grow cold. Turning inward to the dark place I fear to go.
"Grey, GREY! Christian!" she says than yells. I snap back to her, she has a concerned look. I warm under her caring gaze.
"As I was about to explain. This is an intervention in your life. Do you know what month this is?" she asks
"November?"
"It's September, Grey. you've been here about two months." She tells me, unbelieving. GEH my company, my family. I need answers "intervention? My company? Family? Do they know I'm here?"
"Yes, your family signed off on this therapy. Roz, Carrick and Mr. Wolcott are keep your company afloat."
"How can they do that? who's? _ this Wolcott? It's a coup!" I rage, unable to understand or pace, I need to move. But I can't tied to this chair. I struggle till the cuff puts me out.
I wake still in the chair, still afternoon. Blue eyes still sit across from me, reading her book. She looks up "any new memories.?"
"No, mistress"
"Alright, try to be calm. This is an intervention, not a coup. After you threw the papers in Roz face, you stormed out of your headquarters knocking half a dozen people down. You than ran home shedding your three-thousand-dollar suit on the way. Arriving in your underwear. You called your submissive at the time, Susan. You assaulted her from the moment she stepped out of the elevator." She stops to take a sip of ice tea, I didn't see before on the side table.
"In your play room, you went nuts. Blew pass her safe words. During a change of scene: she got lose, by breaking her wrist and made a dash for the elevator. You chased, striking her with a bullwhip. You they struck Mrs. Jones with the whip." She stops to sip again. nothing she says makes sense. I struck Gail! I shake at the thought. How could I have gotten so out of control? To strike the one person who cares about me, just; it's; me. Where was Taylor? Taylor wouldn't have allowed any of that.
"Taylor?" I'm afraid to ask.
"you beat him up outside the playroom when he tried to stop you. Susan had a broken wrist, four broken ribs and seventy-eight stitches on her back and front. Mrs. Jones was lucky to just suffer a welt."
"Taylor. Taylor? How did I stop. When I struck Gail?" I rock back and forth. To my surprise she releases me from the chair. "knee!" I drop into the pose at her feet. "Look at me." I look up. she pokes my chest near the middle. "Go to the bathroom, third door on the left. Look at the spot I poked. Return here kneeling at that spot. When you have control of yourself." She points near her seat. "Go!"
I rush out find the bathroom, everything rushes around me; at me; I hurl most of my breakfast into the toilet. I turn to the sink, washing my hands. Looking up into the mirror I realize: A long scar is where she poked. I didn't have that before.
I return to the sun room and kneeling at blue eyes feet. Looking into her eyes. soul searing eyes. begging for information, or am I? I need more from her. I need her to care about me, love me. where did that strange foreign thought come from.
"Taylor shot you in the chest, and the head. You have a scar behind your left ear. You died on the operating table twice. You were in a coma for seven months." I stare at her. I do the math. Months are missing.
"missing months?" I ask.
"you were confined in a mental institution's isolation cell. You were not particular human during that time. You were declared incompetent and insane, the doctors called it an extreme psychotic schizoid incident with Borderline personality disorder. It got you out of jail time. After an experiential psych drug calmed you. the family moved you here for rehab if possible." She stops.
"Am I still on the drug?"
"no" she says, thank god, or am I relieved. I've spent most of my life needing control over myself, environment. Can I function without it?
"So, you're a head shrink?"
"no, I'm a broke sophomore English Literature student. I was hired because I looked like your submissives and your birth mother. An I was the only candidate to stay after your early failures. You scared the pants off everyone. Once your stable, I go back to WSU with enough cash to get my doctoral."
"Journalism major." I sneer. Ouch the Damm cuff.
"first and second demerit, respect Grey. a just for your FYI: Publishing is where my heart lies." She commands. More like a Dom now.
"Sorry." I say Ouch, ouch. "what?" ouch, ouch.
"my name?" she barks. Shit forgot,
"Sorry mistress. Please punish me for my failures." Were in my screwed-up brain did that come from.
"lean over here, head on the cushion." I obey.
She picks back up her book and starts to read. My head near her thigh, the smell, heat. She strokes my head. I sneak my hand to relive my dick. "hands behind your back, Grey. Or I'll cage it" I obey red faced at having been caught.
We stay like that till darkness encase the room. "Grey stand." "GREY!" I struggle awake. The dreams and pleasures she gives me this close to her. My personal heroin. Looking into her blue eyes I feel something it hurt when she's not there or looks sad.
I stand and take her hand assisting her to her feet. Heading for the door, I race to open it, following her back the dinning room for dinner. I'm starving.
After dinner she drops a notebook and pen in front of me. "You have two hours. To document every person, you've had sex with; names, places, what you did. Multiple times with one person. Each separately documented. Emotions you felt or didn't. Start with pedophile work your way to the blank part. You have two hours, then punishment and bed." She heads for door. I race to open it. "take your homework to your room, you know the way." I dash back to the table grab my stuff, she gone from the hallway. I make my way to my room, one of the male nurse is sitting outside my door.
Two hours later:
I've gotten up to part I started my Dom training. A knock on the door. A male nurse walks in lays an outfit on the bed. "your instructed to shower. And wear this outfit. You get to look after the shower." I stare at him. "you have fifteen minutes, I'd get hopping"
I dash into the bathroom, relieve myself, shower and walk out. the nurse is gone. a leather thong pouch. Shit a cage. I get it on. Its tight, a hardon is going to be miserable. The guy walks in and padlocks the thing. He then holds up a chin and mouth gag, I'll be unable to use my mouth, only mumble. Once I'm secured. "follow me." we head out down the hall to a music room. A grand piano stand in the corner, I would love to play it. but a massage table before the moon lite window hold the only thing I want.
Mistress lays on the table staring at me. the pain in my groin, she's naked. Just a thin cotton sheet. "Grey over here. position" she points next to the table. I rush over and drop into my submissive pose. She smells freshly shower, delectable. I drool into the gag; my cock is painful in the pouch.
"this is your punishment. Your records indicate you've take massage instruction. The materials are on the table. Get to it" she smirks at me. turning into the face ring. I rise and gather the liquids. Began my tortured massaging of this perfect goddess.
"Grey, Massage! Do that again and it's a week in the cage, and thirty strips on your ass." I quick remove my fingers from her sex. I continue the massage till she's asleep. Should I stop, or leave. I continue to massage. "Christian that enough" says the Limey bastard Flynn startling me. I should have know he'd be around here.
"Pick her up and follow me." I follow cursing thru the gag. I so want to yell at him. He opens a door just down the hall from mine. I lay her in her bed, turning down the sheet to lay her in between the fine silky sheets.
I follow Flynn to my room. He leaves. Later a nurse come in and removes the gag. "the pouch?" I say in anguish. "it's got a piss hole." Maybe Mistress will let you out. I'd really think about not getting any more demerits. "
Next morning. I miss mistress. A nurse takes me to breakfast. Telling me to complete the homework. It not tills after lunch that I arrive in the sun-room to mistress. I move and drop next to her feet. She pats the seat next to her.
I rise and sit, she pulls my head to her lap, making me curl up on the lounge sofa. Stroking, reading a book. I quickly fade to sleep.
Tapping on my skull wakes me up "It time for dinner. stand up." I do so, she pulls me close to her. Unlock the pouch and God relieve. Shit it sprang to a steel shaft. Already dripping precum. I struggle not to grab it, or shove it in Mistress mouth. Hot breath teases me higher into need.
"would you like me to get one of the male nurse to assist you?" she says panting.
"No, please Mistress, only you mistress. touch me, let me cum. Please mistress." I beg, pleading with her to grant me relieve. I feel her hand grab me. O'God that feels so marvelous. "please mistress stroke me" she just continues to rhythmically squeeze. I'm close to just jumping her. She kicks the cuff reminding me.
"Christian, shoot on mommies' tits, shoot on Ella tits, like all the other johns." I go from steel to wet noodle. She releases my cock. "Don't you want to kneel and eat Ella pussy, make mommy feel good maggot"
I don't know how long I laid on the floor of the sun-room. Mistress laid behind me holding me. I don't think I would cry like that ever again. later she leads me to eat and bed. Tucking me in, she kisses my forehead. Nightmare less sleep take me way past dawn. Only dreams of blue eyes.
Next day:
I wake to bright blue shine eyes. "get up, the outfit in on the dresser. You have fifteen minutes." she starts to leave. "be in the dining room."
I'm shocked to find underwear, running shorts and t-shirt, socks with runners. I walk into the dinning room happy for some strange reason. Mistress points to food, then chair next to her.
I get my food, and sitting next to her. "Paul the Trainer is going to take you around the lake trail about four miles. If you manage two circuit, I will let you have some relieve."
I wonder what my endurance is. I quickly find out its piss poor. I barely make the first loop, falling down. Panting. Paul want to head into the house. I stagger up and start the second circuit and heavenly rewards. It's past noon when I stumble happily into the house.
Showered and shaved, I guess their letting me have sharp things now. There's no outfit. I calm myself and step into the hall. I head to the sun-room. Mistress sits, reading. I kneel at her feet. A Cheshire Cat grin on my face.
She makes me wait a while. "go fetch me a granny smith apple. Get two of which ever you like." I race to the dining room, get the fruit and race back dropping to my knee's; presenting my mistress her choice of apples.
She takes the tart green apple and eats it. I'm granite watching her eat. The bite, the juice coating her lips. The tongue licking it off. The pleasures she projects at the simple task of eating an apple.
"Grey stand up." please take me woman. She smirks. "Eat your apples" grinding my balls. Hot breath teasing my tip. I finish them; she strokes my cock. Gripping, squeezing, all the while grinding my balls. I'm on the verge.
"Christian, shoot your load on my hot submissive body." She says and I lose the erection and my mind.
"Please Mistress you promised relieve."
"I just was, but you couldn't maintain erection. Bummer!" she hurts me.
"first you go all Oedipus and now submissive. It not fair. Please mistress let me cum!"
"Christian's kneel. Put your head on my lap. Now tell me why it different now. You used to do all those things. Say and mean all those words. Why can't you do them now?"
I look down her leg. The obsession with her wet sex box fades into my lost thoughts.
"I don't see you like that mistress. I don't know, the words leave a bitter taste."
"Christian crawl up here. hold me in your arms." I do just that. she strokes me to hardness and release. The whole time I'm loving and worshiping her neck. Cupping her perfect breasts. She orgasms without me touching her sex. So responsive my girl.
After dinner and homework, I go to bed. I wake the next day with Mistress in my arms. so soft, cute, beautifully breathing her heavenly scent. I wonder what happened.
"You were having a nightmare. I was about to sedate you. when you grabbed my hand and suddenly calmed down. I sent the other back to bed, and just crawled up here to comfort you."
The week progress like this. Mistress would sleep with me keeping the nightmares at bay. She would leave dress and meet me in the dining room. Than a morning of lake circuits and afternoon of homework, which I now do in the sun room at her knee. After dinner; I play piano, demonstrate my manners.
Ending the evening, with Mistress cuddled in my arms. as sleep takes us. My dream catcher is worth ever second in her love, God please let it be love, and not pity.
Today must be different. I'm allowed shorts to breakfast. The room is different. No food on the sideboard. I stare at mistress. "Grey eyes down" I obey unsure what is going to happen. I hear a cart being push towards us.
A plate of food appears in front of me. I smell a familiar scent, feel something I vaguely remember. "Grey eyes up" I bring my eyes up and standing next to me is Gail.
I lunge at her. Hugging her, crying. Begging her to forgive me. not hate me. I can't lose her, I just can't! everything I suppressed and hide from her blurts out. "Mommy don't leave me. forgive me please mommy?"
"Christian I can't replace Grace. She's your mother. You have to understand_" she comforts me.
"not Grace, Ella" is all I can say thru the tears. Everyone including myself is stunned by my words. Gail holds me tighter. "yes Christian. I understand. I forgive you my sweet boy, if you will forgive yourself." I let the bad wash away in her embrace. Calming, I feel like a little boy. Emotions I don't understand well up and crash me back to panic and fear.
I feel her hand on my back, "Christian what is the happiest moment you spent with Ella."
In the crumbling drug den apartment, Mommie is baking me birthday brownies, chocolate brownies. I stand on the chair stirring the batter. She smiling at me, hugging me, feeding me. I look into her brown eyes, shining not like the times she on the couch, waiting for men to hurt her, me. she kisses my head and licks the batter from my fingers, it tickles. I feel? Love her; love for me; this one moment I remember unconditional mother's love.
I finally let the love Gail has for me into my heart and mind; accepting it, accepting that I'm worthy of it. "I'll try Gail, to forgive myself. To be the man you deserve." I look up and there is Jason.
How do I feel knowing he shot me? I was a rabid dog, he would never have shot me if that wasn't the only option. I realize that he's the father I never had. The father I crave all my live for. That I was trapped with only the pimp as father figure. That Carrick was always a stepfather. I never knew my birth father. My imprint was on the pimp. I am so fu ##$% fifty shades of F #$# kness.
"Christian what do you feel, understand right now looking at Jason" my mistress asks me. I wallow in fear and doubts. Till I simply accept Gail's love. "I see him as the father I never had, caring and supporting me."
"Do you see him replacing Carrick?" mistress asks.
"no, the pimp. I realize that who I had imprinted as my father figure. I can't see him like anything anymore. I need Jason to be that father figure for me. after all he's with Gail." Jason moves to us and hugs Gail and me. I feel Mistress hand on my back. Everything is getting better.
"enough, Christian you need to eat, the food is cold. I'll get you guy's another set of plates." Gail says breaking the hug. Jason arm around her leads her away. I feel lose.
"sit Christian she will be back. She's not leaving you." I shutter and sit. Leaning over putting my head in Mistress lap, letting her stroking my hair center me in the universe.
Xxxx
Two weeks later:
I'm very happy, health. I've worked thru most of my demons. Now I fear getting too health and losing mistress. I wake, she gone. I stress, slow even breaths Grey. rising I see a shorts and t-shirt on the dresser. Bathroom than head to meet Mistress in the dining room.
I meet her at the foot of the stairs. She's in the most sexy sundress. She leads I follow, rushing past her to open the door. Sitting I smile as Gail brings us breakfast. I wander into a day dream of us, grey and old, husband and wife. Happiness and contentment explode in my heart.
After breakfast, she gets several lawn blankets from a closet. Bald nurse hands me a picnic basket. we head outside and down near the lake, it's a sunny warm late October day. Laying out the blanket, we giggle and laugh at each other antics. "mistress you are beautiful" she freezes and goes cold.
"Anna, today. Here., you will call me Anna" she states sounding unsure and afraid I stare into blue eyes and smile hurting my face "yes Anna. You are beautiful" she blushes and giggles. Something in my chest aches to see and her more. Laying down she produces a book; A collection of poems. Patting the space next to her. I lay down, she hands me the books and cuddles into my shoulder.
If there is a place on earth closer to heaven, than right here and now. I wouldn't believe it. I read poems to her. Feeling the words, the react of myself and more importantly her's. she takes the book, "Looking up in the sky see the clouds shapes, make me a cloud story, Christian please"
Time floats by as I make up stories about the cloud shapes in the sky. I feel them getting more and more sexual. She rolls away from me. I feel pain at her lose. "I'm overheating" she rises and skips to the lake. Bunching her sundress up. she wades calf deep into the lake. Laughing she turns to look at me. a smile on her lips.
I slowly return to conciseness in her arms. the morning has made way to the afternoon. "you had a panic attack, do you remember, remember what caused it." she asks me concerned
"you smiled at me, I realize I'm a nut case fifty shades of Friggen screwed up mental reject. But I think I love you. I will always need you." I confess. She kisses my lips, we kiss for a while. Lost in the transference of emotions and feelings.
"hungry let's eat?" she whispers into my mouth. Breaking apart, sitting on the blanket by the lake in the last warm day of autumn. Eating sandwiches and chip. I marvel at how normal I feel, include, cherished cared for. I slowly succumb to a peaceful nap in Anna's arms.
Xxxxx
Fynn pov
Watching them from the third-floor patio. I take notes. Dr. Benagle standing next to me. "she developing feelings for him. Reinforcing his for her. I think it's a bad idea. Encouraging this puppy love?"
"Tom, they are both damaged, finding the strengths of the other to make them whole. I think it a wonderful relationship. The first normal relationship either has ever had. Let's, let I play out."
"OK, Mike. But how will his family react."
"I honestly don't know. But tomorrow they are moving to larger social interactions. Going out in public. So it's a another make or break point in his recovery."
We turn from arguing; watching them wading, splashing each other. A young couple in love.
Xxxxx
c-pov
having packed up the picnic we head I, at the door. "Christian. From this point on it mistress. understand?" I nod. We enter. I'm told to put the basket near the kitchen door. We head for the sun-room. I expected her to demand my nudity. Instead she has me curl up on the couch with her.
We stare feeling the afternoon fade away till dinner. afterwards she produces a backgammon game. Sitting in the formal lounge. Before the warmth of the fire. Playing backgammon, sipping wine. I long to kiss her, but she demurely evades me. I notice the game set is handmade, expense. I ask about it.
"My Dad made it for me, he's a carpenter down in Montesano."
"he's a fantastic man, to have had such a great daughter" I say hopeful to see her smile. Instead I get a pained sadness.
"Ray's my step father, my birth father died shortly after I was born. My mothers on husband number-four in Georgia." She seems hurt and lost. I take her hand. "siblings?" she shakes her head. I can't take this feeling she's emitting. I drag her to the couch and worship her with all my might and feelings.
I wake to stiff neck and bundle on Anna in my arms. we are still in the lounge, on the sofa. We must have fallen sleep. I watch her sleep, childlike. But I know there are things in her past to rival mine. I just let the grey of twilight recedes to days bright light.
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I shower and find a pair of jeans, my leather coat, walking shoes, and Planet Express t-shirt. What am I twelve or something. dressing I wonder what this mean, shaking in fear that I'm going home, that this is all over.
I feel her hands on my face. I refocus on her face, let her magical touch surge me to peace. "What are you fearing"
"That this (sweeping my hand at my cloths) mean I'm leaving. Done with therapy. That I'll never see you again. that _" I babble as her lips silence me.
"The Cloths means your ready for the next phase. We are going to a nearby city, having brunch and then a movie" she purrs into my ear. I straighten, happy, I'm going on my first date with Anna
"Grab your jacket, come along Christian. I'm hungry"
An hour later we pull into a strip mall on the outskirts of a medium size city. We enter into a very nice restaurant and attack the brunch buffet.
The conversation is spirited and fun. I know security has us covered. Taylor and three other guys accompanied us here. but it's just Anna and me.
Walking across the complex to the movie theater. I marvel at the people and stores. Just feeling happy with her hand in mine. We catch the latest super hero movie. Sharing popcorn. Afterwards I'm getting bummed out about going back.
"Chris, talk to me what are you feel, thinking about?"
"that we have to go back." I grumpy mood slips thru
"We aren't going back till I think we should. With that being said the bookstore over there is calling me" she teases. Dancing out of my grip. She's ten-yards away before I snap out of my mind. Chasing her, waltzing her across the parking lot to her bookstore.
I've been shopping with Mom and Mia even Elliot. but none have ever captured me, dragged me in to the pleasures of shopping like right now. We browse, I hold a bask growing heavier by the aisle.
"If you're these intense about book shopping, I'd hate to see your cloth shopping" I quip at her teasing her. Shit! She freezes. I drop the basket and take her in my arms. looking into painful eyes.
"Chris, I hate cloth shopping, I dislike most shopping except here and food stores. Sorry" she tells me. I cuddle her tighter. Whispering in her ear "I was joking, I'll be sure to get you a personal shopper so you never have to worry about it. OK?"
She nods, I kiss her lips a retrieve the basket of books. Check out was even more funny as Taylor materialized at my elbow to hand me my black Amex and a photo ID. I do a double take they both says Chris Trevelyan.
Anna miffed I'm buying her books. "hey you bought the movie and popcorn." She huffs and heads for the car. At the car, I load the bags of books. She takes one, grabs my shirt and drags me happily to Starbucks for coffee, or in her case tea. English breakfast Twing bag out. she buys I smirk. Sitting on a bench, my arm around her, as she reads.
My super sexy bookworm. This is my world, this brown hair vixen. Everything I do, enjoy, pales in comparison to her. This is what I've been missing. Now that I've found it. I'm never going back to what I was.
Its' very late as I carry her into the house. Placing her on her bed, shaking her awake. I leave a go to my room, wondering if she'll join me. I hear the door open, feel her warm body slip next to mine.