Chp3 Temple of Doom

We cruise thru the miniature topiaries of the Story Book Canal ride. The castles of the Disney Princess. Teases me with happy thoughts, how different today is from yesterday. Christian nipples my neck, stroking my arms and hidden rubbing my girls. My nipples are so hard, I might drag ogre to our room for some practice.

Yesterday started like shit at 6am. Ray just left for a week-long VFW fishing trip to Shelter Cove down on the lost California coast. I was off till next Monday.

When that cold bitch Mrs. Ellis from the Au pair company. Called about a week-long nanny gig in southern California for 4-year old girl. Three days Disneyland, then rest in San Diego at Her grandparents' home. 500 dollars and all expenses. Frigging Disneyland, I not been since I was eight.

The couple past all the checks, there scheduled nanny had a family emergency. I sign up, they leave from Sea-Tac at 3pm this afternoon. I spurge for an airport shuttle, it cheaper than parking for the week. I wear my best louse and skirt

I arrive, meet them. The princess is not a good traveler. Her parents are hands off. I keep her occupied till we arrive at the Hotel. I go the bathroom, while they eat room service. The brat spills juice all over herself.

I get her cleaned, in pajamas. Head to the hotel laundry to wash the princess dress. Mr. Peterson walks with me. Chatting me up. I start to get bad vibe. He tells me his wife and him want to party with me after his daughter goes to bed.

Approaching the laundry, he demands sex, or else. Grabbing and ripping my only good blouse. Pushing me to the ground. Stupid asshole. After mom's husband #3, Dad stared me in Tae-Bo dancercise then Kav-Maga blue belt and worked thru the first core of Haganah.

I sweep his chicken legs out from under him. Rolling into a knee strike to his head. Three rapid straight punches to his groin as I regain my feet. I try to retreat, he grabs my skirt ripping near off my body. I do a sweeping round kick to his mouth. Seeing the damage, tits exposed hanging out, torn skirt, exposed panties. I shake violently as he screams like I used to do under #3.

A touch on my arm, seize my fears, my angers are gone like it didn't happen. I turn to a fallen angel with copper hair. I leap into is arms. I am safe, and cared for here in his embrace. I feel him kick asshole. We back away from the rapist on the ground.

Thru tears I tilt back my head, looking into deep orbs of grayish green. Hard, cruel eyes yet tender and needy. Wrenching my soul, tearing the bounds of my heart. He kisses me. The world explodes in wonderful colors and music. I return his passion, never wanting to leave.

He carries me thru the gardens between pool and my Tower to a bench. Holding me, kissing my hair. Tickling my brain to want more with this fallen angel. I move to taste his neck and slowly to his mouth. The sweet nectar of his mouth. It awakes me, to where I am, with a fallen angel, nearly naked, fresh from a sexual assault. I want him. Need him. I cuddle into him seeking the safe harbor I know lies there.

I grab his hoodie holding on for dear life. "I'm Anna"

After a bit "Christian" my angel has a beautiful name. I cuddle deeper find the peace and loving I seek. Oh god he must think I'm violent person.

"I'm sorry, about everything. He attacked me. I was scared. I just got out of control." O'no my stuff is in the room; how will I get. Where will I sleep tonight. I don't have any real money. Not enough to get home. "SHIT! My stuff"

"was it in the laundry?" Christian ask me, sweet and caring. I melt to have him near. I shake my head no. feeling like the world's biggest idiotic girl.

"He, I mean they hired me to be their Daughter nanny during their tip here. We just arrived a few hours ago. I had to wash her cloths, she had an accident at dinner." I ramble like a freshman teenager. Get a grip. It impossible as he tilts my head and unleashes the most wonderful soothing kisses

Breaking from me, in purr begging for more. "Your stuff in their Room?" I nod yes.

We stand, setting me on my feet. My girls are contained in my bra. When did that happen. I tie the pieces of my torn skirt to hide my panties. It should work in the dark. I look up, he's removed his hoodie, revealing the hot body beneath a black T-shirt. Muscle bulging, hot God. Adonis on steroids.

He pulls the hoodie over me covering my nearly naked top. I feel safe smelling his scent on the hoodie, He indicates me to lead him to the assholes room. I shake till he takes my hand, wrapping his other about my shoulder.

Arriving at the room in the Frontier Tower. I swipe the key card, it opens to a empty room. I hear thru the cracked connecting door a Disney movie. We enter quietly, I gather my stuff, its quick, I haven't unpacked yet.

Christian is peeking thru the door, I touch his back. Taking my hand, he leads me into their room. Asshole is laying in his wife's arms all cuddle and cared for, love-dove, ice packs on his face and balls. The brat is asleep at their feet.

The stare terrified as Christian explains what they need to due to avoid us kicking their asses and putting them in jail. He turns leads me away, I look back, giving my best evil smile, flipping them the bird.

Even in the darkness, with just the landscape lights the roses are beautiful scents and eerie stillness in the night. We enter the Adventure Tower ridding to the top. Quietly he guides me down the hall, twisting my hair. Since leaving asshole and wife, his arm has been around my shoulder. I can't take anyone doing that, not even Ray. But Christian, my fallen Angel holds my heart.

We enter the Big thunder suite. I'm stunned, he's rich. I freak a little, poor mousey little me. He points me to an empty room, "take a shower or bath, relax. I'll order room service. What do you what." I stare at deep loving eyes, concerned and delighted with me, me!

"turkey club with slaw and a pickle" one of Ray's few kitchen accomplishments. He raises an eye brow questioning me. I tilt my head to his chest. "It's one of my comfort foods when upset" he lifts my head, planting fleeting, light kisses on me. Tasting his sweet lips and dashing tongue. I purr again, wanton.

"please relax, you are safe with me here. Go soak in the bath" I turn, he swats my asses cupping and feeling it. I wet, aroused; I yelp and giggle thru laughter, looking back at my fallen angel Christian.

I strip, dumping the torn cloths in the trash. Running a bath, I sing some Disney tunes to placate my nerves over missing the park. Soaking, I let the world disappear. It just Christian and me. Maybe if I scream, he'll rush in and wash my back, my front. Just frigging join, me in the tub. I lick my lips, biting my lower one. I wish I could masturbate, but it always goes wrong somehow.

Getting out, drying myself. Looking at my reflection in the mirror. A skinny teenager, with long messy hair, and elfish face. He could never want me, after seeing me in the bright lights. Dressing in my sleep wear, shorts and my light Seahawks jersey sleeping shirt. I exit, watching him set up the food on the coffee table. Goddamm it, why does he have to have an ass like that. I want to bite it so bad. The thoughts cause me to squeak.

He holds his hand out. I take it the electric charge shoots thru me, dulling me to his pulling me in his arms, kissing me. Me kissing him. We sit and he turns me to the food.

I eat as he starts combing my hair. This is the best sandwich in the world, even if was made of mud. I purr as he braids my hair "how old are you?"

I shake a little, here comes the big blow off. "seventeen"

He nuzzles my neck, laying little bites under my ear. Licking the path of what I'm sure are mini-hicks. My inner goddess is flipping with hundred mile an hour twists my first hick!

"why aren't you in school? He purrs seductively into my throat, licking the sweat he's causing with that wickedly talented tongue. I want in my mouth.

"I graduated last year. I need to earn money to go to college. My dad was hurt in a car accident. So, I had to take any jobs I could to make ends me." I ramble spilling my guts.

I turn into him. Looking into grey orbs of need. I wonder if I can seduce him to taking my virginity. Stop it Anastasia Steele! Men want experience women, not raw kids. He cups my face, kisses my nose. "stay with me this week?"

I'm shocked, afraid for the first time. What does he want. Like asshole? "As what, your whore!" I see terrible pain well up in his eyes, his lower lip trembles. I place a hand on his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat, shakes of is body in pain. Pain I caused him.

"I'm here with my family for a cousin wedding. forced here to the wedding. I can't go back to Seattle. I don't want to stay locked in this room. You make me feel things. You touch me when no one else can. I need you to help me thru this week" he pleas to me, I hear the heartache and pain. what does he mean no one can touch him? I'm touching right now. I withdraw my hand, laying it in my lap.

"what do you mean no one can touch you?" I ask quiet and weak. Have I been causing him pain, being needy?

"I have Haphephobia, it's a fear of being touched. Specifically, on my chest and back" he looks away, I cup his head pulling him back to me.

"I understand" looking directly into is soul, letting mine open to him. "but I've been touching you there all night" he takes my hand pulling it to his chest. We mellow in peace and loving touch.

"see, your special" my heart pounds at s soft words. "my talisman" I sparkly under his emotions. "please stay and help me with this week. I'll pay for everything." Am I ready t be a kept woman, I ponder the implications. "I need you" all rational, common sense leave me at those three words. I hug and kiss him. Bracing myself; I think, realizing that he needs me to be strong, set the pace.

"Ok, ground rules: one. We are not sleeping together, I.E. no sex. Two, you will wire two-grand into my bank account first thing tomorrow, so I can go home at any time. Three. This is not permanent, I am not your employee, or punching bag. If we do this, this thing. It's as a couple. We can call it a Park romance."

"ok, what does that mean? I've never done boyfriend/girlfriend, or hearts and flowers?" I feel out of my depths"

How can he not understand or relate to having a girlfriend? He's never one relationship. What have I jumped into again. "how could you not, you're an Adonis on steroids?"

"The Haphephobia, pretty much stopped that, then I kind-a-got side track into a different life style." He blushes hanging his head low.

"your Gay!" she squeaks

"No, I'm a Dominate. Like BDSM, you don't know what that is, I should explain it."

A BDSM dominate like mom had cheating on Ray and in Vegas. I studied why she liked the pain, thee degradation. The submission to a guy that treats you like dirty and beat and tried to rape me. Could I handle a relationship with him?

I tilt his head up, staring into tortured grey eyes.

"I know what that is, my mother is very experienced in sex, I'm not. But I know what you're talking about. I can't give you that, that, submission you desire. Sorry"

"I'm not asking for you to be my submissive, I want you to be my girlfriend for the week. Hold my hand, fawn over each other, since you can touch me, I like you're touch. Make me enjoy the parks and being here. I'm tired of being alone and outcast."

"Ok, I can do that. The Peterson promised to pay me five hundred dollars for the week, plus transportation and room and board. The two-grand should cover that. I should clean up this mess." I clear the dinner mess.

"I'll pay you five-grand. Plus, room and board. If you convince my parents and sibling this is real." I lean over, lite kiss, soft and fleeting.

Once I surrender to this feeling in my heart, accept that I'm in love with this man. I must plan on how to keep him. How show my love. We've discussed my needs and rules. I don't need the money, i need him. I finish cleaning up, he wavers.

"that's the easy part. Convincing you it real, so you convince the family will be the challenge." I dance away, unable to contain my happiness. I have him for a whole week.

"tired?" he asks, looking hot and afraid on the couch. I nod. "let's watch some Disney on Demand, get you pumped for the park tomorrow." I drag a blanket from my bedroom, cuddles into my side. Squirming my way to his shoulder. I wrap us in the blanket, my head on is chest, my hand stroking his chest. We watch Mr. Toad's wild ride thru the Wind in the Willows.

Watching Whispers: An Elephant tale. We fate to sleep. I bask in his scent. Dreaming of thin to do in the park to him. How do I convince his family were together and have been for a while? All the classic literature comes back to me.

All these tricks ladies play on men, having read them in books. I must let my wick side out to capture this fallen angel.

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He strokes my hair. I inhale deeply his scent, I feel his cock on my cheek, his balls in my hand Nuzzling deeper in his groin. A very hard pillow grows under my cheek. I lick the pajama fabric over the pillow. Squeezing his balls. I snap awake, rolling to my feet. Burn red from my hair to my toes. I bolt for the bedroom. He's laughing at me, my childish ways. "Grey, shut up it's not funny" I yell.

"Sorry, but it proves you like me, and me you. shower we due at a Character breakfast in an hour. "

I shower even perfuming my privates. Wanting to seduce my boyfriend I emerges in a skirt and t-shirt. out of place. I need to get some cloths and fast. "I know, I don't have any right cloths. He torn my only dress blouse and good skirt. This should do with the sweater" I hold up a knitted gray Cable type sweater, Mrs. Terrene knitted while I sat with her and her dying husband last winter.

I dreamed the outline on a plan last night. "do you have a phone?" He nods, I hold out my hand. He Hands me a phone. This only works if we have two cell phones. "Do you have another?"

"yea at the front desk, it should be there by know, supposed to be fully charged, but I don't have hope." I say

"Good take off your shirt" I demand. Having already spotted the off-white beige wall behind the main door. I take his hand to a blank wall behind the front door. "Shirt off."

"Kneel" I get on my stomach to get the right angle. Snapping several pictures. I show him. I strip my t-shirt and cuddle in his arms. Snapping some selfies. I turn intro him, handing him the phone. "Yea just like that take a picture,

"hmmm" I beg. He leans in and kiss my lips light mythical. Snapping more shots. I tongue his lips. "Hmmmm" I purr, turning to him. My back to his front. Seeing the camera to low. We can't let them think were topless. More like a series of beach, or swimming shots. "higher, no bra showing" I smirk kissing him, escaping to the couch. Program my numbers and the pictures set up the photo transfer.

I show him what I've done on the phone, he gets exactly what I'm doing.

"Once we get your phone, we'll do the same. The pictures are nondescript. Can't tell were we took them."

He pulls me up to him. I melt. He kisses me. I'll find bra on the floor. He'll ravage my A-cup girls. We don't have time for this slice of heaven. Pulling his hair, sadly dragging his lips from mine. "We don't have time to practice. We need to go, get the phone and create a cover story to cover me being here, without proper cloths."

We craft the outline, work the details. Repeat the whole thing twice. Donning my sweater, he leers licking his lip. I blush as we exit the suite and head to the elevator.

The elevator dings on Nine, Christian's Uncle Bob and Family get on. They gawk at us, leaning against the back of the Elevator, Christian arm around my shoulder playing with my right hand. Whispering in my ear. He looks up and smile, a million-watt smile. Dazzling and intimidating. "Anna, this is my Uncle and his Family. I told you we would meet them today. This is Anna my girlfriend" they stand stunned the whole ride down. They almost run from us. Across the E-ticket Pool towards the entrance to Goof's kitchen. I yell after them. "It was nice meeting you!"

We head to the Fantasy Tower lobby where the front desk is. I stop in the Small World Gift and Sundries to get a map, and a pen. Christian gave me a wad of cash last night to cover any purchase in front of the family. So, it doesn't look like I'm living off him. I grab a small packet of Kleene and hand sanitizer.

Christian returns with a new apple iPhone with half a charge. We quickly program the phone, with picture and numbers. We will have to find time to charge the phone. On the way, I skip around him, taking more tourist shots. He snaps several of me, goofing on the benches and retaining walls of the landscape. We enter Goofy's Kitchen Character Breakfast.

Walking up to the private dining section, Christian hand at my back. I see only one chair, and place setting. "we need another chair and setting" Christian growl at the hostess. The most wicked idea pops in my head, whispering "Sit down!"

He does. I sit on his lap. Squirm on his cock, wrapping an arm around his neck, smiling at everyone, I nipple to his ear. "Too much?" He pulls my head to a kiss "perfect." he purrs into my mouth.

Seeing a waiter brings a chair, and another the place setting. After everyone scoots, I stands, touch his cheek, sits down, doing my best Emma impression I can. I rubbing his leg to calm him down. I feel the tensions.

"Coffee for Christian, Tea, English breakfast, bag out for me. two orange juices." I bark at the Waiter, making sure everyone knows I have a voice and backbone. I try to imagine them roughnecks on one of the job sites at Westfork.

"Everyone! This is Anastasia Steele of Montesano. My girlfriend." Christian unloads both barrels at the terror shocked family. I swear I hope no one has heart conditions.

"It's very nice to meet you all, I was sure your brother Grace, told about us in the Elevator on the way here? Are you alright Elliot, should we get you a place to lay down for a few minutes?" I try to calm the table.

A riot of questions and demands echo the hall. We just sit quiet, till our drinks arrive. I dip the tea bag a few times then removes it, laying it on the saucer. Add a few straw squirts into the tea to give it a fresh spike. I smile at my boyfriend, stroking his manhood. Turning to his mother and her questions, demands, begging. Pleas for answers of sanity in this mayhem.

Everyone is staring at us. I eat off my plate and his, he plays along and then get into the spirit. Bantering back and forth. About the park, the food. I steal a Mickey Waffle ear. He gorges strawberry fill crepe like it's a hotdog eating contest. I lick the strawberry filling from the corner of his mouth.

I squeezing his manhood biting a half a juicy sausage off his fork right at his mouth. Slurping it back from his lips. Lady and the Tramp kiss. Biting his lip. We giggle at the others staring a bash at us.

The Characters come around, he gets several good shots of me with them, living out my childhood fantasy. He convinces his mom, Mia, me and Minnie Mouse.

I grab Mickey Mouse an explain in hushed term to the Cast-members in costume. They can't touch Christian. I set up the shot, smoothing his fears, watching my man come alive in awe with Pluto and Mickey mouse holding just his forearms.

Grace is silently weeping in her seat into Carrick chest. Mia is sitting stunned and teary eyed. Afterwards I stand holding him, soft whispered words, caring and heart felt. Just for his ears. We sit and finish the interrogation and meal.

We head out to the park. We skip the monorail heading into downtown, the stores are opening. We pass the Lego store. "you will take me there? please, please Christian. I'll be good. Very good!" batting my eyelash, shaking my ass. He swats it. kissing my ear, spinning me in a dance around the Jazz kitchen. Thru a courtyard. With build-a-bear.

"Promise me. We'll build the other a bear. To keep us company afterwards" I watch emotions flash across his face. Kissing the corner of his lip. I know parting will kill me.

We shop in Fossil, but in Curl Surf I find several outfits to hold me till the wedding. I change in a nice dress I can wear my chucks with, keeping my sweater. We sent the cloths to our room with the purchase. I make out with him waiting for the sale to ring up.

Entering under the Main Street Train Station. I map out our morning. Early entry is almost over. We ride the horse draw streetcar up Main street. I lean on Christian shoulder pointing out the Disney secret tidbits. Like the names on the windows are like movie credits with the People and business that brought the park to life.

We arrive at the center circle of the park presided over by statues of Mr. Disney. "If you get lost, or separated. Come here. this is where I will be." I pet his arm as we exit into Tomorrowland entrance

Pass the Astro Orbitor. He dances under the overhead track for closed Rocket Rods ride, I point out attractions and what they were last time I was here at age eight. Climbing the ramp to Space mountain. He wonders how the dress will fit the ride. I smack his cheek, look him in the eye. "you will just have to keep me appropriately covered" I giggle at his blush and sudden worry. I am having the best day of my life, an all we've ridden is the streetcar.

I must seem like a Disney fan on speed. Talking and rambling on and on about everything. I speak into his chest as we wait our turn. The family shows up having raced around the exit to do another trip before the crowd rushes in.

Christian sit next me on the ride. Holding my shoulder, the whole trip, kissing my hair and ear when not scream in joy at the fun we are having. He forgets why we are here, what we are doing and just goes with my happy flow.

We ride the submarine, then the Matterhorn. He makes me ride in the front. I raise my hands a scream like I was eight again. Christian lifts me from the bobsled twirling me thru the exit to a frozen lemonade next to storybook, our next ride. We ditch the family and cruise thru the slow, sedate magical kingdoms of Disney movies. He holds me to his chest fondling my arms and girls when no one is looking. My nipples are hard point of independent life.

His family spot us exiting the Whale. Photo-bombing us. We snap pic's back yelling insults. The whole time he rubs my arms. making me happy.

He drags his parents and me onto the teacups. We laugh and have a great time. I know Grace is still hunting for a flaw, a trace of gold digger. If it was my rich handsome emotional crippled son I would do just that.

We race around Fantasyland with our VIP pass cutting lines and trying not to be assholes. I ride the Carrousel as Christine films me, acting all Goofy and vamping. Lunch is tragic culinary disaster at the Golden Horseshoe show. The show was good. The food, well were back tomorrow for Sheriff Woody, so we will eat before arriving here.

The family heads back to Tomorrow land. We bum around New Orleans Square. Sitting making out watching the boat ply the Rivers of America around Tom Sawyer island. Later we ride Pirates, meeting a cool couple. She is such a doll, telling me several cool things in the park and outside of it. I watch them head to splash mountain. We are so lucky to have our health, and so pitiful to not have an all or nothing love like them.

We head upstairs to the Art gallery. Relaxing watching the people till time to meet the Family in Downtown Disney's Tortilla Jo's for dinner before returning for the Fantasmic show.

After the show, we wander to the front of the castle, He slow dances me. I am just overloaded with him. He bought a hoodie in Fantasyland. Grumpy of course. I wear it over my sweater. He kisses me stupid, lost in his eyes. Loud bang startles me. looking up past his forehead is a beautiful star burst of lights. He holds me in awe as the light and music unfolds the night.

We make are way to the monorail, and back to the Hotel. I am so tired lost in this magical night. I dreamily mummer and lean on him, my man, my boyfriend, Christian Grey. I stumble exiting the monorail station. He lift me up, holding me to his chest. I drape an arm over his back, holding me to him. Sneaking my other hand under his t-shirt, stroking my man's chest, and six-pack. I lose my thoughts in just him and me. He turns Grace is down being held by Carrick. He waves at us. We turn back continue to the Tower. Elliot catches up to us. "Mom saw Anna stroking your chest, holding your back" Christian looks worried, we can't have that! "it's OK, Chris. She'll get use to me, touching you there." In a dreamy whisper

Laying me on my bed, he leaves. With just a kiss. I feel a rush of need and determination mummered words crash inside my head. I rush thru my nightly routine, brush my teeth, dressed like last night. I walk into his room, slide into bed, cradle in his arms. "no sex, go to sleep, my boyfriend" kissing him goodnight. I slip into Never-Neverland, happily dreaming of tomorrow.