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Sugar Daddy

Chapter 4

Rocks Aren't Just for Climbing.

…..

Christian's POV

I wake to the smell of bacon frying. Ana is nowhere to be found so I conclude she is the one cooking. I take a quick shower before I join her for breakfast. I inwardly laugh at the new-found pep in my step. I damn near want to break out in song as I lather myself in the shower.

Its been a long time since I fucked a girl so hard and an even longer time since I slept so many uninterrupted hours. I'm usually up before the sun but today its well after 8am.

The nightmares that usually plague me where nowhere to be found last night and I would like to think good ol' Chief Jordan knew what he was talking about with that dreamcatcher. Admittedly, I haven't had a nightmare since I met Ana. Thoughts of her are too forefront in my mind.

Never have I been so completely infatuated with a woman.

John Flynn, my therapist who I am paying way too much for advice I rarely take, encouraged me to explore my feelings when I discussed Ana with him last. I decided to give it this weekend. I am hoping to fuck her enough to get her out of my system so that I may be done with her. There is absolutely no place in my life for a girl so young and innocent.

My life would taint hers before it even got started.

Thus far, my plan doesn't seem to be working. Just the thought of her now has my body responding and I finish up in the shower to seek her out once again.

I find her at the kitchen sink. Her back is turned to me and her earbuds are in her ears. She has yet to sense my presence so I take a seat at the breakfast bar and watch her.

She begins to move to the music as she stirs what most likely is pancake batter in a large mixing bowl.

It seems I'm not the only one peppy this morning.

Her hair has just been recently blow-dried and it in a messy bun on top of her head. She is in my white button down, a pair of fluffy white socks, and nothing else.

As if knowing I'm checking her out, she gives her ass a little shake in time with the music.

Fuck she is so cute and so fucking hot.

"Whoa," she says startled at finally turning around and seeing me watching her. She nearly drops the mixing bowl. I know I have a stupid smile plastered on my face but I can't seem to make it disappear. "I…uh…I didn't see you there."

"Clearly. But please don't let me stop you. I was rather enjoying the show. I love watching you move."

She laughs off my compliment with a hint of a blush on her face.

"I'm hope you're hungry."

"Starving."

"Good because I'm making pancakes."

"I can't wait."

I watch her pad around the kitchen- my kitchen, like she belongs here. I quickly dismiss that thought before it even has time to materialize and set up residence in my head. The last thing I want is attachments. I like my life just the way it is. With me being free to do what I want and that is the way I plan on keeping it.

...

She sits my plate in front of me before taking the seat next to me. We dig into the best damn pancakes I ever tasted.

"Lemon juice," she says what her secret is.

"I could eat these every day," I tell her, honestly.

I'm usually an omelet kind of guy but I can get use to this pancake thing.

"You didn't tell me to stop last night," I say to her.

I want to gage how she is feeling. It was our second venture into kink but I mixed in a little BDSM.

"You were worried I would?"

"I was hoping you would enjoy it or at least tell me if you didn't."

I could tell she loved it, but I need to hear her say it. I can't afford any margin of error here.

"I enjoyed it, a lot."

"Did it satisfy your curiosity?"

"Most of it. Its one hundred percent better than that book I was reading on the subject. I can tell you that with all certainty.

The shit they teach kids in college now. When I saw a book about the lifestyle in her bag, she told me she needed to do research on it for a final grade. I couldn't believe it. If I'd known BDSM was part of the college curriculum, I would have stayed at Harvard.

Of course, I was compelled to help her, especially when I read some of the nonsense they had in that book about the lifestyle. It's almost worse than the shit Elena had me convinced of as a kid. I quickly purge my mind of that bitch. She is the last thing I want to think about these days.

The day Ana read her paper to me once it was complete, it got me excited. I fucked her little too hard that day and it didn't take her long to put two and two together.

"What the hell was that all about," she breathed, coming down from her orgasm. "That was hot."

"That was me getting carried away," I told her, untying her hands from the bed railing.

"That was you being a Dom, wasn't it? Are you a Dom, Christian?"

"For the past eight years now."

"You have a sub?"

"Not at the present, no. If I did, I wouldn't be here with you."

"You have your own playroom?"

"I did. And now I have already told you too much."

"I won't tell anyone."

"I'm counting on it."

And I literally am. She has yet to still sign an NDA.

"Thanks for helping me with my report. I got an A, by the way," she tells me now, sucking the syrup off of her fingers.

I smirk at her.

"You are an excellent student, Miss Steele."

"So my instructors have all been known to tell me."

"And they are correct. You are much too good to waste your talents in a small town like Montesano."

"Well, I don't think it's going to work out for me there with my step dad anyway, so I'm going back to my mom in Savannah."

"Georgia?"

Shit that is so damn far.

She kisses my cheek before getting up to clear the table.

"Maybe when I save up enough money, I'll move to Atlanta," she says over her shoulder as she loads the dishwasher. "I can probably find better opportunities there. What do you think?"

"Why not Seattle?"

"I don't know anyone here."

"You know me and there are a lot of opportunities here I can help you with."

"You would do that for me," she asks, facing me once again.

"Of course."

She bites her lip in uncertainty.

"I don't know," she finally says. "Seattle is a very expensive city and I can't just up and move. It takes a lot of money to do that. Besides, I won't know you after today, remember?"

"Maybe not, but I'd still be willing to help you. I don't like the idea of you witling away in Georgia."

"Do you always take such interest in your fuckem and duckem girls?"

"This has nothing to do with fucking you and everything to do with business. I hate to see good talent go to waste. Especially when I have the means to tap into it."

"Well, speaking of taping," she says coming back over to me. "You have me for the day. What are you going to do with me?"

I reach for her. Circling her waist, I pull her to me.

"I plan to take you out, then feed you, then bring you back, and then fuck the shit out of you. All in that order."

"I can't wait."

"Then go get dressed." I smack her on her ass as she walks away.

…..

We took the R8 to the outskirts of the city because I know how much she likes riding in it.

She looked around suspicious when we finally pulled into the parking lot and she now stands looking up at the climbing wall.

She turns and looks at me, then back up at the wall.

I am almost convinced I made a mistake in our outing until she breaks into a smile.

"I bet I can beat you to the top," she says.

"You've climbed before?"

"Nope. But it doesn't look all that hard."

I raise an eyebrow at her.

"And if I win," I ask her, seizing the opportunity. I know I'm going to win.

"I'll do whatever you want," she says. "Same as if I win."

"Deal."

We change into more appropriate clothing for climbing and I help her into her harness.

She watches intently as I buckle her up tight and check the ropes.

"You are enjoying harnessing me up, aren't you," she whispers even though no one is around us.

"Very much," I tell her, giving her a quick kiss.

"You guys ready," the instructor asks us.

"Let's do this," Ana grunts out with a fierce determination that makes me and the instructor laugh.

I let her take the lead so that I can help her on her footwork. She picks it up quick and is already far up the wall before I even start. I work to catch up, scowling at the instructor who is looking up at her while holding her rope.

I know that bastard is checking out her ass.

Finally, I am level with her. I look over at her amazed. Gone is the clumsy girl who ran into me the first day we met. This girl puts spider monkeys to shame. The muscles in her arms and legs are taut and her face is determined as she figures out her next step.

I hate to leave her but if I'm going to win this damn bet, I have to beat her to the top.

She is just a minute behind me still excited that she made it all the way up.

That excitement is full force when her feet hit the floormat.

"Yes," she says jumping into my arms.

Automatically, I place my hands on her ass to hold her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. She grabs my face and plants a quick kiss on my lips, but it soon turns into a full make out session right in the middle of the damn rock climbing arena.

We remember where we are and I let her down to go shower and change.

….

"Christian," she says shocked when I enter the women's shower room five minutes after she does. "What if someone comes in?"

"They'll enjoy one hell of a show," I tell her. In actuality, I gave the instructor fifty bucks to keep everyone out until we were done.

"Chri-" is all she can get out before my lips attack hers. I lift her up and slam her against the shower wall. Fucking her hard and fast while the water cascades around us.

"Oh shit," she moans with my "Fuck, Ana" as we cum together.

"You are so good at doing that," she compliments me as we finish our shower together.

"You aint seen nothing yet."

...

We've worked up an appetite, so I take her to El Gaucho Steak House in Bellevue for an early dinner.

I throw the keys to the valet as I walk in with Ana on my arm.

Now when I called Ryan, my CPO for the weekend, and told him to bring over the black dress in the guest closet, I should have known that he would pick the wrong damn one.

He opted for the sexier version of what I described to him.

It's a halter number with cutouts right beneath her breast. It's an inch shorter than I would have liked but it looks exquisite on her. It hugs her in all the right places and I can tell she likes it.

She is wearing the black and white diamond bracelet and black diamond earrings I brought her and fuck if they don't look like they were made for her. They complement the color of her dress and her skin very well.

I place my hand on the small of her back as we walk. The smell of her, the sway of her hips, and the way her hair falls around her is all woman. I am a lucky son of a bitch walking with her by my side. She catches everyone's eye as we walk past, including one couple I am hell bent on ignoring and I hope to hell they ignore us.

She looks around the room, impressed by the place, after we take our seats.

"Mmm," she says sipping the red wine I selected. "I can see why you like it so much."

"You taste better," I tell her. I am rewarded with a shy smile. "I would love a taste right now. How about you, baby? Are you craving some white chocolate? Or do you just want me to fuck you senseless?"

Her eyes go wide when the waiter suddenly appears. We are both sure he heard the offer of me fucking her but the professional that he is, he doesn't let on.

"Mr. Grey. Ma'am, are you ready to order?"

"Yes," Ana says trying to act normal. She failing miserably. "I'll have an 8 inch… I mean an 8 ounce…um." I smirk at her as she blushes bright red with embarrassment.

I take over ordering the steaks for both of us.

"Very good choice, Ma'am," the waiter jokes with Ana as he takes our menus.

She waits until he leaves before she breaks into a giggle fit.

"I can't believe I said that."

"What a dirty mind you have there, Miss Steele," I tease her. "And its nine inches, by the way."

Her mouth falls open shocked at my words.

"Mmmm, that beautifully dirty mouth of yours," I tell her. "I love when you open it."

She quickly shuts her mouth with a laugh.

"You've corrupted my mind and my dirty mouth once again, Mr. Grey."

I'm liking the sound of that. The zipper in my pants can barely hold me in.

"That dirty mouth of yours never fails to enchant me," I tell her.

"Does it now?"

"Completely."

She grins devilishly at me when her plate is placed before her.

I instruct the waiter not to bother us again. I know she's up to something and my instincts are proven correct when she makes a show of eating.

She spears a small bite of her steak, sliding the fork into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and slowly pulling it out before licking it clean with her bubble gum tongue slowly running along the edge of the fork.

I sit with my mouth hung open for a moment rememorized by what she's doing to that damn fork.

"Check," I raise my hand, getting the waiter attention.

"Christian," she squeals, quickly grabbing my hand and putting it back down before he comes over. "You haven't even started eating yet."

"How am I supposed to sit here eating while you're over there giving head to the eating utensils?"

She covers her mouth has she laughs.

"Behave yourself, Miss Steele."

"Yes, Sir," she says, but still can't help her giggle.

She hasn't let go of my hand so I lace my fingers with hers. Her other hand reaches over to play with the bracelet I gave her.

Her well-manicured fingers play at the diamonds.

"This is so pretty," she says, admiring her wrist. "Is this what's known as having rocks?"

"That's right. Rocks aren't just for climbing, baby."

"Well, you have excellent taste in jewelry."

"Diamonds suit you. You should be covered in them."

She looks at our joined hands and then up at me. Her eyes are such a clear blue I can't help but stare into them.

"Christian," I hear the familiar sweet voice. I should have known they wouldn't ignore us. "I thought that was you. Your father swore it wasn't but I knew better."

I'm sure if he was watching the intimate exchange between us as a couple, it made him doubt it was me.

Ana is taken by surprise. She stops playing with her bracelet and smiles up at them before turning back to me.

I reluctantly introduce them.

"Hello Mother. Dad," I greet them first, standing to kiss mom's cheek before I introduce them to Ana by name only.

I purposely fail to mention her role in my life. Not that she really has one at this point.

"Well we don't want to keep you from discussing business," my mother says.

The fact that I left out who Ana was in my introduction doesn't get passed her and she refuses to let it slide.

She blatantly studies Ana like a hawk. She prides herself on reading people and the warm smile she is giving Ana lets me know right away that she likes her.

That pleases me, though I don't know why I should care.

"This isn't a business meeting, mom," I relent and give her a bone. "Ana is a friend visiting from Vancouver."

"Oh, how nice. How long are you planning to stay?"

"I'm here just for the day," Ana tells her.

"Oh, what a shame. I was hoping maybe-"

"Come alone, dear. I'm sure they don't want to waste time talking to us," Dad says taking the hint of my eye roll. "Let them enjoy their meal. Nice to meet you, Ana."

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Grey."

"I'm never going to hear the end of this," I tell Ana as they are still watching us from their table.

"Why? I'm sure they are used to you with girls far more beautiful than I am."

"First of all, there are none more beautiful and second, I don't date, remember?"

"You've never taken any one of them out?"

"Never," I tell her, summoning the waiter for the check.

"Would you care for desert," he offers and I look to
Ana since she is the one with the constant sweet tooth.

"Anything with white chocolate," she tells me and I grin at her.

"You heard the lady. Surprise us," I tell him, getting up to leave.

She waves at my parents as we pass them.

I escort her to the door where my Amex card and Ana's desert are already waiting for us.

The R8 is in high gear as I haul ass back to Escala.

I have her damn near naked on the way up in the elevator. We make it as far as the great room before I pull her down and fuck her right on the floor in front of the fireplace.

….

"Are you ready to go to bed," I ask her, playing with her hair as I spoon behind her.

We've long since finished fucking but she wanted to stay and watch the fire I started. We are completely naked but for the throw we are wrapped in. Our clothes are strewn about the room.

"Can we sleep here? The fire is nice."

Not being able to deny her request on our last night together. I go and get blankets and roll out the thick foam pad to sleep on while Ana is rummaging around in the kitchen.

She comes back with a white box holding it up so I can see it.

"What is it?"

"Desert," she says straddling me where I lay on the pad. I lean back on my hands as she opens the lid. "Mmmmm. White chocolate covered cherries."

She takes one of the pitted cherries white with chocolate out of the box and feeds it to me.

"Very good," I tell her of the sweet fruit, picking one up out of the box and feeding it to her.

"Mmmm," is all she says in response.

We feed each other until the cherries are all gone.

The empty box is on the coffee table and Ana's mouth is on mine, sucking my tongue like she did her fork earlier.

Our fingers intertwined and at her side, I take her hands and place them around my neck. I lift her hips up enough to slide my dick into her before I lay back bringing her down on top of me. My hands are at her back pressing her into me as she rides me. Her nipples are rock hard against my chest. One of my hands is palm flat against her ass while the other finds its way into her hair, tangling itself into her soft tresses and kneading her scalp.

Our movements are slow and sweet. Its almost like lovemaking. I move my mouth to kiss her shoulder.

"Ana,"I call her name. Her whimpering in my ear is driving me crazy and pushing me towards the edge.

"Christian," she whispers in my ear. Her juices run down my dick as she cums. I explode inside of her, pumping my hips up as I spurt my cum out to mix with hers.

Too spent and sated to move she falls asleep on top of me and I cradle her as she sleeps.

...

Hours later, I feel Ana stir on top of me. The movement causes my dick to get hard, but I'm too deep into a long sought-after sleep to act on it.

I feel her weight shift off me and she settles back down beside me. Her back is exposed to me. Her head is using my arms as her pillow and I turn to spoon her, feeling nothing but contentment as I sleep.

Author's Note:

Thanks to Melissa Littlebadhero for the rock climbing date idea.

Thanks to Kelly Russ for the steak house and the inch/ounce slip-up date idea.

Many of you are asking if this story is an HEA. I don't give out that information, but I can say this is not a cheat story for those of you who believe it to be.

All will be revealed shortly.

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