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ANA
It was 4:30pm when I glanced at the ticking clock on the wall. The hours seemed to be gliding far too quickly. Slow down, slow down. I chanted to myself. Why am I so nervous? Every minute closer to five was a minute towards mayhem. Maybe I'm not caught up for this. Maybe I should cancel our arrangement. Just suck it up, Ana. I checked the time again. What! 4:45. I swore I just looked away about a minute ago. This was killing me. I took a deep breath. I could do this, I could do this. If I could fuck Christian then this should be a breeze. I slammed my cheek over my desk and drummed my fingers on the single page contract I had just edited prior to our meeting. I could do this, I could do this.
CHRISTIAN
I perused over the single page contract Ana had set in front of me. Her rules and regulations that she proposed I sign if I chose to continue with this meaningless sexual venture. It's only fair. I forced an NDA on her once and now she's using that tactic on me. I peered up at her, sitting across from me, she was a nervous wreck. She's fidgeting like crazy, slicking her tendrils behind her ear over and over again and strumming her fingers on the table as she shuffled her eyes around the coffee shop. I shook my head amusingly and turned my attention back to the contract.
"Christian," she called.
"What is it, Ana?" I asked, tilting my head up.
"Before we decided on anything…there's something I needed to know."
"Sure. What do you want to know?"
"I heard you we're thinking of taking in a submissive," she said uneasily.
"I was," I responded calmly.
"So you were interested in her," she stated, losing confidence in herself.
"I was," I repeated.
"Then why would you even consider agreeing to this?"
"Like I said. I was interested. But not anymore."
"She could offer you more than what I could."
"There's only one problem. She's not you. And I'll take you any way I can, Ana. With or without the bondage," I responded honestly. She shifted in her seat, her eyes floated everywhere except at me. She's fucking cute when she's responsive to my comments.
I browsed at the contract again.
"So remind me again why we needed this contract," I uttered.
"Just so we know our boundaries."
"I know my boundaries, Ana."
"I needed reassurance," she stressed. "And if you break any of the rules I could sue you."
"Sue me?" I asked amusingly. "Sue me for what?"
"Five-hundred thousand. Just enough to get my own place," she said sarcastically.
I burst out a laugh. "Then sue me," I teased.
"I will once you break the contract," she responded seriously.
"Ana, it's not like we've never attempted this before," I reminded her, which was a fact. This wasn't the first time we've engaged in meaningless sex. Our first encounter was actually before she met Dylan. It was late, but I was still up. I couldn't sleep. She showed up, intoxicated, at my place after a dinner party with her friends. I knew she was miserable because she looked miserable. She needed a companion and I was the closest to her. I fed her and we talked till she sobered up. One thing led to another and I ended up taking her on the kitchen barstool. It was one hell of a spontaneous night. That was when we first started our arrangement. Unfortunately, it only lasted three weeks.
"Christian," she called, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Yes," I answered. My eyes fluttered to a focus.
"Can we please get this over with."
"Sure." I squared my shoulder, giving her my full attention.
"Do you have any questions regarding the contract?" she asked.
I raised up a few. She answered everything accordingly. We debated over a few topics and one hour later we were ready to initiate. That's when I reflected back to our recent encounter in the shower. Children. I swallowed a lump in my throat. Condom. I blanched, my mind hurled into a whirlwind. How did I not take precaution? I was so fucking horny at that moment I forgot about the condom. Fucking irresponsible.
"What, Christian?" she asked. I blanked for a second.
"You are on some form of birth control, right?" I scolded. She narrowed her eyes, slightly ticked off.
"Yes, of course Christian. God forbid I have your children," she remarked snarkily, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, how I would love to handle your mouth right now," I glowered. My dick twitched just at the thought.
She shushed me embarrassingly. I cocked my head and grinned, unaffected. She sighed exasperatedly and collected herself.
"I assumed you've gotten your blood tested," she muttered.
"What about you?"
"I didn't think I needed to."
"Why?"
"Because I've always used protection with him," she said coyly.
"Really?" I arched a brow.
"Yes," she replied, her eyes shifted away.
"Hmmm." I wondered in curiosity.
"So do we have a deal?" she asked. I took a moment to chew it over.
"Deal," I agreed, signing the contract at the bottom of the page. I sighed in relief as she signed her name beside mine, validating our commitment. "Come. I want to show you something." I sprang up and reached my hand out to her. She grimaced, reluctant to touch me.
"No strings attached. Meaning I'm not your girlfriend so I am not required to hold your hand," she hissed.
"Point well made, friend." I retracted.
She pushed her chair out and hasted off, I trailed behind.
ANA
"Where are we going?" I asked Christian as he drove us towards the freeway ramp.
"You'll find out eventually," he answered mischievously. I felt apprehensive for a split second. I hated it when he never disclosed his plans.
He took the ramp on to I-5 then to 520E crossing the bridge. I was unsure where we were heading, but the view of the serene lake kept me at ease. I dazed out, contemplating over the engagement. Will our arrangement work this time around? We've attempted it once and it lasted only three weeks. Three weeks was all I could tolerate with Christian. Three weeks of pure pointless sex. Three weeks that had reached its peak. Three weeks that led to nowhere. How would this be any different? I've got no answer. But I knew I wanted this. I didn't want a relationship. I needed a break. I needed to focus on myself. But I was only human. I have urges. Urges to be met. Having Christian this way was easier than having a one night stand, something I hadn't considered. And I don't intend to. I wanted him because he was a great lover. He's attentive. He knew what I crave, what I need. He was an expert in that department. A sexual prowess.
As we exit the ramp, the route became more familiar. Especially since I've been visiting Kate.
"Are we heading to Kate's?" I asked calmly.
"Afterwards," he answered curtly as his eyes twinkled with anticipation.
Cruising through the residential street, I've noticed he missed the turn that led to Kate's place. I glanced around the unfamiliar road. Further and further, it became unrecognizable. Where is he taking me?
We pulled up at a curved driveway of a house at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was an older rustic Georgian Colonial style home sitting on a lot about half the size of a football field. The exterior was burgundy. Deep. Dark. Burgundy. Just like the color in the Red Room of Pain. I cowered at the sight. The scent of leather, wood and citrus whiffed pass me. I swallowed in trepidation as shackles, floggers, riding crop and every other form of playroom contraption cluttered my mind.
"Where are we? I asked timidly. My stomach was churning.
"Come," he said as he climbed out and strode towards the entrance of the house.
I slid out cautiously scanning my surroundings. The bark of a dog scared me shitless and I scurried to catch up with Christian.
"What are we doing here?" I asked Christian, anxiously. All I could picture was a man cocking a gun ready to aim for trespassing.
"We're going to christen this house," he answered, hasting up the steps to the main door.
"Huh?" I responded, contortedly confused. He raked through his chain of keys and plucked one out. He inserted into the keyhole and voila, the door swung open.
"You may enter," he said, waving his hand out.
I stepped in cautiously. Christian shut the door and drifted behind. The house was huge. The image outside was deceiving. There was nothing creepy or menacing about it in here. It was outdated and uncared for, but with a little TLC it could be inviting.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's massive," I answered. "Is it yours?"
"Yes. I've just purchased it."
"What forced you buy it?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "At first I wasn't interested. But somehow Elliot convinced me. He said the location was perfect and the price was unbeatable. I thought I could use it as an investment," he informed as he prowled towards me. "But then again I decided this place is somewhere I could be when I wanted to unwind. So why not use it…" he trailed, "recreationally," he said seductively as he bit his lip and arched an eyebrow. He emphasized that last word so devilishly, so deliberately with such optimum effect…
I salivated on cue…in both areas. Shit. His words were detrimental to my groin. He grinned from the blush that snuck up on me. Whatever. I rolled my eyes and deviated, but he snatched my hand.
"Come. I've got to show you the piece de resistance," he said excitingly.
He pushed open the French door leading to a deck. I was in awe by the picturesque scenery before me. It was a breathtaking view of the city accompanied by beautiful trees to soften the edges. Almost like the view from Escala, but more tranquil. It was heavenly. I was lost in the moment. Every concern that loomed over me vanished completely.
"Would you like to check out the bedroom," Christian asked sincerely, bringing me back to the now. I pursed my lips and mulled over it.
"Sure."
CHRISTIAN
I had to show Ana upstairs. The view from the deck was amazing but there was something far more stunning from up here. I gave her a quick tour. Four bedrooms, three bathes. All similar in size. She nodded in approval from one room to the next.
We strolled into the master bedroom. I leaned my shoulder against the wall, studying her. She gazed out the window and completely absorbed the magnificent view of the lake. Her elated smile was the reaction I was expecting. She pulled away and settled down on the twin size bed, testing the springs.
"This might be a little too small…recreationally," she mocked.
"Who said we needed a bed," I retorted, making her blush, again.
"Okay," she sighed wryly. "I think I've seen enough."
"You want to check out the closet?"
"No," she responded brusquely and marched out. I chuckled.
We headed back downstairs. Ana brought up the topic of Feng Shui and its purposes, explaining certain details for each section of the house and the importance of keeping good chi flowing throughout the living space. It was interesting. Maybe I should hire her as my Feng Shui Master. Master? No. I think not.
"It's too bad you have to demolish this house," she murmured as she backed up against the old tile counter with her arms crossed over her chest. "I think it's charming."
"I trust Elliot and Gia one hundred percent. They will churn out a masterpiece," I said, placing my hands on the edge of the counter on either side of her frame. She met my gaze. Those big blue eyes never cease to amaze me. They're so warm and inviting. I couldn't stop reading them. She steered them away and simpered, and that made me want to fuck her against the counter so badly.
The ring of my cell phone chimed in rousing the moment. Annoyed, I fished it out of my pocket and strayed off to answer. "Hey, Elliot… We're on our way." I said curtly.
ANA
We stopped by Kate and Elliot's afterwards for dinner. Apparently, they invited the rest of the family for the occasion. It was a congratulatory gathering for Christian's new place.
After dinner, the girls bunched up in the great room while the men roamed in the kitchen talking sports.
Mia had so much to share about her trip to Milan. She attended a fashion show and visited all the landmarks and ate amazing food. It sounded like a paradise. It was a paradise. I caught Christian peering in once in a while to check up on me. I'd reassure him with a congenial smile.
The drive back home was quiet. I was exhausted and in need of a quick nap. I closed my eyes, ready to doze off when Christian swept his hand under my skirt, over my bare thigh. He caressed it trailing inward. His fingers came so close to my heat, my breath hitched, and instinctively, I shuffled away from him and drifted off.
The nap left me groggy as Christian walked me to my apartment.
"You okay?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine."
I fished out my keys, unlocked the door, and swayed in. Facing Christian at the threshold of the entrance, I beamed at him.
"I had a great day," I murmured.
"Same here," he replied. I yawned softly as a hint. He smiled knowingly, but disappointingly. "Laters, Ana."
"Night, Christian," I uttered. Reluctantly, he turned his heels and wandered off, and I clicked the door shut.
I stood still beside the entrance, recalling today's event: the contract, the house, the dinner, the drive home. It suddenly pumped me alert. I felt the urge to talk to someone. Brie was supposed to be home by now but the gaping door indicated her absence. I felt desolated. Lonely. That's when it hit me. Why didn't I invite him in for a cup of coffee…or tea? Or even water. It would've been a nice gesture. But if I did then he would've consider it as an invitation and honestly I was tired. Not anymore. Now I wished he was here. Stupid, Ana. You signed the contract you might as well take advantage of it. I pouted my lips.
The doorknob wriggled and Brie crossed my mind. Eager to answer, I balked at Christian who stood before me, his hands fisted against the doorjamb. His eyes were hooded and predatorily distant, leering at me. I felt the rush of hormones surging as he stormed in and mounted me against the wall. His tongue infiltrated my mouth, and I moaned kissing him back. It was so tasty, so addicting, I was experiencing turmoil. His groan stimulated my sense.
"I want to fuck you," he growled raspingly, grazing his lips on mine. He wrapped his hands on my behind and jerked me up, forcing my legs to coil around his hip. Wrapping my arms around his neck and fisting my hands in his hair, he staggered towards the room.
"Wrong room!" I blurted as he stumbled into Brie's. He jetted towards the other room and pinned me onto the bed. He snatched the hem of my blouse and tugged it off. I yanked his off and grazed his chest. He felt so delectable. He hovered over me while I splayed on the bed. He sucked my neck, my sternum then licked the valley between my breasts. He peeled my bra off exposing my nipples, and sucked it, hard. I exclaimed from the intensity of his bite. He snaked his hand down my clit. I yelped. Then two of his fingers penetrated my hot center. I moaned. We kissed recklessly as he continued to finger me.
"Ana?" Brie called from the living room. Christian and I gasped, our eyes widen in unison. Brie paused at the doorpost and fumbled for the light switch.
"No!" I instinctively shouted. "Don't flip the switch," I said, panicking. She quickly froze.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. Just leave it off."
"Are you okay? The front door was open," she asked.
"I-I forgot to shut it. I-I'm sorry," I stuttered as Christen relentlessly thrust his fingers inside me. I gripped his wrist to stop, but he wouldn't yield as he heaved beside me. It was turning him on.
"I can't see you, Ana," she whined.
"Please don't turn it on," I begged with a whimper.
"Are you with someone?
"Yes!" I cried out as Christian muffled his laugh against my neck. I wasn't sure if that was an answer to Brie's question or a reaction to Christian's prodding fingers.
"Who?"
"Brie, please just shut the door."
"You're scaring me, Ana."
"Shut the damn door!" I snapped. The intensity of his fingers hazed my reaction.
"Anastasia!" she yelled at me like an errant child.
"Brianna!" I hissed. "Get out!" I scorned through clenched teeth. Christian continued laughing at my expense.
"Okay! I got it," she scoffed, drawing the door shut. I took a deep breath. Once calm I glared at Christian.
"You son of a bitch!" I growled, not to offend Grace. He gasped.
"Take it back," he snorted, scowling at me in the dark.
"No," I countered.
"Take it back or else," he threatened.
"Make me," I snarled.
"Yeah?" he uttered as he thrust his fingers in me again. I flinched, but in a pleasurable way. It ended shortly as he withdrew it out.
Noooo.
"This is going to be fun," he said maliciously as he stood up and waited at the foot of my bed. His silhouette was visible as he contemplated down on me. It was frustrating. I was suddenly impatient. Then, I heard the sound of his zipper undone, slowly. He's deliberately teasing me. I heard the rugged of his jeans pushed down. I yearned for him. Creeping forward, he undid my skirt then dragged it off, taking the panties along with it. He stretched my legs apart, brushed his lips over them, and trailed up to my thighs, my stomach and my supple nipples. We met face to face. He hovered over me, his hands perched on either side of my head, his arms outstretched propping his body up with his legs between mine.
"What am I going to do with you?" he murmured conspiratorially. He darted his tongue out and swiped it across my lips, tucking it back in his mouth before I could launch mine out. Greedy bastard.
Unprepared, he rammed up inside me. I gasped and panted as he groaned from the sharp thrust. It felt so raw and fierce. He slid out then slammed back in. Each thrust was titillating. We continued at a steady pace, rocking with a rhythm. Then it became rough and my body started tensing up, eagerly ready to come. As I was about to release, he stopped abruptly and stared impassively. My impending orgasm dissipated far too quickly. I glared up. What the fuck!
"You want to come, Ana?" he asked seductively.
"Yes. Yes, please." I pleaded, fluttering my lashes with anticipation.
"Take it back," he said sternly. "Take it back and I'll let you come."
I frowned and growled angrily. He was using sex as a weapon. To retaliate? That is low. Very low. He bucked again. I groaned again. Then he stopped. He was tormenting me. I writhe under him to get more friction but his hip pinned me still. He chuckled. Asshole.
"You are so stubborn," he murmured. "I could do this all night long, baby." And there's no doubt about it.
He continued slamming into me again. Pressing my breast together, he sucked them simultaneously. It was extra intense and sweet and agonizing. I wanted to release so badly, I set my pride aside and gave in.
"Christian," I whined, biting my lips. He batted his lewd eyes at me. "I'm sorry. I take it back."
He smiled triumphantly and continued thrusting. He leaned and kissed me passionately. I encircled his back and pulled him close, feeling every muscular part of his perfection. My legs clenched his hips. The friction was undeniably hedonistic. My body quickened and I was building up, again. It's closer and closer and suddenly, I dug into his back and cried out a long and shattering orgasm. I was still puffing as Christen gave a couple more thrust and stilled his release, collapsing over me.
He pulled out of me, causing a flinch, and sprawled alongside. "That was incredible," he huffed breathlessly.
"Mm-hmm," I respired. That was indeed incredible I thought as I curled up on my side, away from him, trying to ease back into reality.
I was still disoriented when I heard the zipping of his jeans. I didn't even notice that he'd rose off the bed. He leaned in with a chaste kiss on my temple. "Thank you, Ana," he whispered.
"Mmmm," I hummed half-consciously, unaware of his presence. He pulled the cover, tucked me in and left. Once I heard the click of the door shut, I knew he was gone and I was deserted again. It was just me, myself and I alone in my bed. But it was exactly how I expected it. Nothing more and nothing less. No strings attached. Just sex. Hot. Amazing. Electrifying. Senseless. Good ole sex. And I was content.
I know, it's not what I expected either. Lol.
