After four hours, she walked into the kitchen, tired, sweaty and sore in both hands and back.
She now had to prepare the dinner for tonight. But all she wanted to do was to slide down in her bath tub.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of steps walking towards the kitchen.
Hans entered, slightly drunk and he looked tired.
"What's for dinner?"
Christine tried to look away but it was something that kept her eyes locked on Hans.
She had seen him drunk before, but after he had yelped at her earlier that afternoon she looked at him in a different way.
"I asked you a question. What's for dinner? I'm starving."
"Oh, it'll be something easy, since it's pretty late and I'm rather tired. How about spaghetti with tomatosauce? Will that do, Mr Landa?"
He silently studied her from the doorway where he stood. He had always thought she was beautiful and he had always wondered how it would be to kiss those soft lips of hers. Cause' they looked perfect.
"That sounds alright, Christine."
He liked to say her name, sometimes he said it several times when she had done something wrong. He liked it, he liked how she was his maid, she had to take orders from him. He felt powerful. He loved to have power over beautiful women.
Christine felt uncomfortable. She wondered for how long he was gonna stand there, looking at her.
She couldn't concentrate and spilled out spaghetti over the kitchenfloor. She quickly kneeled to clean the mess up.
Hans continued to stare at her until he couldn't resist it anymore.
Christine didn't have time to react when Hans suddenly fell to his knees, grabbed her in her arms and kissed her.
It was just like he had imagined it to be. Her lips felt soft and simply perfect against his. He didn't wanted to stop. He wanted to taste her lips all night.
He didn't know why he had waited so long.
Christine let the spaghetti drop to the floor once again. She completely gave up to her urges that she had felt for the last month.
His lips pressed hard against hers. And the scent of him, sweat, pipesmoke, whisky, made her dizzy and a wet sensation slowly started to rise between her legs.
Hans was the first to break the kiss. Both of them sat quiet on the floor, watching eachother.
The only sound that could be heard was the ticking from the clock on the wall.
Christine started to rise but Hans grabbed her hand to make her stop.
"Please, don't go. Let me explain." Hans wasn't sure what to say but he had just let the words come out since he wanted her to stay with him.
"Mr Landa...I...I have to make dinner. You said you were hungry. Just let me clean this up."
Christine didn't want the kiss to end, she wanted him to kiss her once more. But she didn't dare to say it.
She rose up from the floor and turned her back against Hans, which was still sitting on the floor.
Christine forced herself not to look back at him. She tried to concentrate on something else.
She only heard him sigh, then he stood up and left the room.
Right after he had gone Christine let the tears come, she let them run down her face.
Why didn't she stay with him? He wanted her to but she was to foolish to listen.
Should she run after him? Maybe that's what he wants.
One second of considering and she was walking out of the kitchen.
Hans was halfway into his bedroom and was about to close the door when Christine pushed it open.
Hans looked at her with big eyes and didn't know what to think.
"Kiss me again."
Christine almost ordered him to kiss her. She knew now what she wanted, and what she wanted was Hans Landa.
Hans walked over to close the door behind her, then he put his hand on her waist and Christine laid her arms around his shoulders.
They met in a passionate kiss once again. Christine didn't know for how long they had been standing there, in the middle of the room.
This time it was Christine who ended the kiss.
"Make love to me."
Hans couldn't help but smile.
"With great pleasure, Christine."
Hans laid both hand under her buttocks and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
Oh God, if she only knew how much he wanted to take here right there when standing up.
Christine felt to hot and aroused to let her being carried to the bed.
"Take me here. Fuck me here."
Hans didn't need to hear that a second time. With one hand he managed to unzip his pants and let out his erection.
Christine lifted up her dress and pulled her underwear aside.
She let him slid inside her, deep inside. She felt every inch of him filling her up.
Hans stood still, letting Christine feel him inside of her.
Soon he started to move, slowly he slid out of her and just as easy slid back inside again.
The heat from the summernight outside and from their bodies which slowly started to sweat, was too much for them both to handle.
Hans slowly stumbled backwards and just before his back hit the wall he turned around so that Christine got pushed up against the wall.
She didn't care when the wall hit her back pretty good, she was too aroused and lost in pleasure and passion.
Hans thrusted faster and harder, sweat running down his face.
Christine unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. With her exposing her breasts to him, it felt like he was gonna go crazy. It was too much to bare. She had perfect breasts with the right size. He started to tease the erect nipples, he loved breasts and Christines was the most beautiful he had seen.
Hans breathing grow heavier and Christine knew he was close. She couldn't stay silent so she let out whimper after whimper, moans after moans.
She had never felt this aroused by a man before and Hans was sure he never have had this passionate sex with a woman before.
They both came in loud moans, with sweat running down their bodies. Hans never let go of her body, he stumbled to the bed and laid her down, he laid down beside her. For 10 minutes no one said a word. They just watched eachother and now and again they kissed gently.
"Sleep now, Christine. I'm pretty sure I wanna make love to you in the morning."
"Yes, I would like that very much, Mr Landa."
"No, call me Hans. I'm yours now. I'm your Hans."
"Then, goodnight my Hans."
Hans kissed her once more, pulled the covers over their bodies and watched Christine fall asleep.