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Review of Last Chapter: ANA P.O.V
"Relax, Ana." He said softly in my ear, and I knew that I must have become tense as I ran through my thoughts. "Good girl." He said as I went still once more. I should have detested being called a 'good girl'. But I craved it. His dominant side right now, let me know that I wasn't alone, that I was safe. And those two words, warmed me. After all that I'd been through, after being used and abused, he was still here with me. He had gone through all the trouble to track me down for hours until he had found me, and now I was in his arms.
Part of me questioned why he was doing this. I knew he couldn't love me. It just wasn't possible. My inner goddess argued with my subconscious and I felt myself become anxious all over again. I felt what felt like two fingers press against the inside of my neck, and I realized after a few moments that Christian was checking my heart rate. He kissed my head,
"Relax." He breathed, softly, "Relax." His arms tightened, "We'll talk when you wake, Ana, until then, just sleep."
He continued to whisper soft things to me as he lulled me back into semi-consciousness, and then –shockingly, enough- into true sleep.
Christian P.O.V
I sat down at the table in the kitchen with Dr. Flynn and my mother. Grace looked at me with sympathy and spoke first,
"Where's Ana?"
"She's upstairs." I replied, quietly, "I finally got her to sleep last night, around 3am. It seemed like she couldn't calm down, like she was constantly on edge."
Dr. Flynn nodded, "That's common in rape/abuse victims. They're constantly expecting the unexpected, obsessively so. I think the reason she ran was because she believed that it would be best to just rip the band-aid off, rather than let you leave her first. She's afraid."
"Understandably, so." Grace agreed, "I'm still caught on why she used the Trazodone, though…Was she trying to hurt herself?"
"I don't think, so." I replied, "That just isn't her, regardless of the situation."
"My guess is, is that she was just trying to block out the world for a while, and finding the pill bottle in that woman's bag, was just kind of the final straw. I think it's a good idea to keep an eye on her though, just until we know for sure…Maybe…in-patient care?"
"No." I said, immediately, "No way. She stays here." I saw Grace suppress a smile, just barely, "I think she'll be okay, here."
"And the Jose, boy?" Flynn asked.
I felt myself tense, and I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from saying more than I should, "If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to convince Ana to press real charges. I want him put away."
"Not that it's really my business," Grace said, "But, most often it is a friend or family of the victim when it comes to these sorts of cases. But, what puzzles me is that Ana is so intuitive and she never…picked up on any bad vibes from him."
"He was my friend." Ana croaked stepping from behind the wall so that she was standing in the door way. She wasn't wearing anything more than pj shorts and one of my t-shirts, which met half-thigh on her. I stood immediately, walking over to her,
"I'll be back in a moment." I called back to Flynn and my mother, before taking Ana's hand in my own and walking her towards the stairs.
"I can't sleep anymore, Christian." She whispered, and I stopped and leaned down, kissing her forehead,
"I don't expect you to." I said, walking her into the bedroom, "Sit down." I said, patting the bed, she sat down a moment later, crossing her legs.
"I think that's the first time I've witnessed you, doing what you're told."
She frowned adorably as I walked into the bathroom, "Maybe, you just don't scare me." She said as I walked back in. I squashed the urge to smile and walked back over to her. Being careful of her fragile emotional and physical state, I leaned in close so that my forehead rest against hers,
"Maybe I should be stricter with you."
She blushed pink and I couldn't help but laugh slightly, before kissing her softly on her lips. She sighed, and I was beyond pleased to realize that she was still relaxed, meaning she trusted me.
"I have some not so great news for you though." I continued, and her eyes widened as my hands came from behind my back.
"N…No way." She said, her blue eyes studying mine, likely hoping for a trace of humor as she took in the view of the glass thermometer and jar of Vaseline.
"Yes way." I replied, "Sorry, angel, I don't have a working digital one."
She began to shake her head, "You can't be serious…You can't mean…"
I sat beside her and patted my knee, "Come here."
She went still with shock, as she realized how serious I was, "Ana, I promise on my life, that I would never hurt you."
She gave me a wry look, and I shook my head seriously,
"Spanking you, doesn't count."
She sighed, twiddling her thumbs together, looking younger than ever,
"Do…Do you have to?" She whispered, miserably.
"Ana." I breathed, wrapping my arms around her. I pulled her onto my lap, holding her close and she relaxed further. I ran my hand through her hair, then continued,
"Yes. I do. It's for your health Ana, that's something I won't budge on."
She nodded slowly against my chest, "This is humiliating."
"I know that part of you, better than you do." I replied. She cringed, hiding her face in my chest. She punched my arm lightly,
"That's so not fair."
"It's pretty fair." I replied, kissing her head. Carefully, I could tell she was holding her breath as I pulled down her shorts. She kicked her feet weakly,
"I can't believe this is happening." She croaked, and I pat her bottom, in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.
She tensed all the way up when my hand moved towards where I would be inserting the thermometer.
"Are you afraid?" I asked softly. She seemed to think about her answer for a moment,
"Not of you." She replied quietly, and I nodded,
"Relax your cheeks, Ana. I promise this won't hurt. Have you ever, took someone here?" I asked, running my finger around her little bottom hole. She moaned lightly in the back of her throat, and I pretended not to hear,
"N-no…I haven't." She whispered, shakily.
I nodded, smiling slightly, "We'll have to fix that sometime, won't we? I think plugs'll suit you."
She looked back at me over her shoulder,
"Plugs?" She asked, eyes wide, and I nodded. Keeping her eyes, I set the thermometer down, and reached between her legs. She hesitated for a moment, but slowly relaxed. I waited until she spread her thighs slightly further, indicating that she was welcoming my presence in a place she'd been hurt so badly, recently. I cupper her sex and she jolted slightly, but not in fear, I realized as chill bumps broke out across her skin. I was pleasantly surprised to find that her most intimate place was drenched in her honey. Was she turned on by my taking her temperature this way? I wasn't sure if it was entirely smart to touch her this way after things she'd been through recently, but I justified that as long as she didn't become scared, that it would be alright. I found her swollen clit and left my fingers hovering over it,
"Do you want me to pleasure you, Ana?" I asked seriously, she paused, before going limp across my knees,
"Make me yours again, again Christian, please…" She whispered and I nodded.
"Even if I didn't do this Ana, you'd still be mine. Now, listen to me, if you start to feel afraid, or panicked I want you to tell me, do you understand?"
"Yes." She replied, "Yes. I understand. I'll tell you, Christian, I promise."
I relaxed and she mewed with pleasure as I put my fingers to her clit more demandingly. I began to rub, and with my other hand, dipped my index finger into her juices. I ran it up her crack, back to her little rose bud. She sucked in a sharp breath, and I could tell that she was nervous, but by the way her sex contracted, I knew, that my touching her in that area excited her.
"Do you like the idea of my finger, here?" I asked, increasing the pressure against her sphincter. Her breath came faster, but she nodded a timid agreement.
"This is going to sting a little, but it won't hurt." I promised, and pressed my finger into her bottom hole.
"Oh!" She gasped, clenching down on my finger for a moment, but with my other fingers I worked her until her attention was back on the games I was playing at her front. I moved my index finger in and out of her bottom and she moaned every few seconds. Her thighs began to quiver with delight.
"Don't come until I say." I ordered, and she whimpered in protest, but didn't argue. I paid special attention to her reactions, careful that I wasn't pushing her past her wall of courage. So far, so good, though. Her breath sped up, and I could tell she was struggling to stay still as I built her to her climax.
I stroked my finger in and out of her little hole and she began to tense up,
"Oh, please, Christian, please!" She begged, and I smiled,
"Please, what?"
She groaned, "Please, let me come." She gasped.
I increased the tempo on her clit and a quiet, high pitched wail escaped her lips,
"You may come." I said quietly, and a small sob shook her as her climax took her. I worked her back down until she went completely slack against me.
I pulled my hands away and waited for her reaction.
"Whoa." She whispered, and I chuckled, picking the thermometer back up,
"This'll only take a moment." I said, and slipped the thermometer in. I wasn't sure if she would have fought me if she'd had the strength, but at the moment, she could barely speak.
After a few minutes, I had her temperature, "101.7." I muttered to myself. I would have regretted bringing her to pleasure –knowing that that probably had something to do with the fever- but the pleasure on her face made it worth it.
I kissed her forehead and cleaned her up, and she hid her face in embarrassment. I shook my head, bashful, little thing she was. I redressed her and spoke again,
"Are you ready to go back downstairs?"
She nodded slowly, still slightly mystified from her orgasm, but…" She said and I caught her hand before she could touch me where I craved her.
"The next while isn't about me, Ana." I said, "This is going to be all about you."
She made a small purring noise and I smiled kissing her forehead again. I washed my hands and took hers before walking her back downstairs. I wasn't sure if she was going to dislike this part or not. She had a liking for Grace, I knew that, but I wasn't sure how talking with Dr. Flynn was going to go.
Sorry, that you guys were waiting so long, but I hope this chapter is satisfactory. Hope you guys liked, let me know! (;
-RMNicki-
