I stand outside of the room that I know no doubt will change my life when I feel his presence behind me. I finger the door handle when I feel his hand wrapping around mine and being brought to warm lips. "You sure you're ready for this?"
I look up into his grey eyes and capture my bottom lip in my teeth and nod. "Yes please" I whisper.
He touches my cheek gently. "My beautiful, brave girl. So anxious, so curious"
"Down the rabbit hole" I whisper back, repeating the words from the first night I met him. "I- I just want to please you"
"You do please me, every day. Every minute." He tucks a hair behind my ear. "But you don't have to do this, angel. You please me by being you"
I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Just open the door. I want this.. with you. I love you" I smile.
He smiles at me and then it's gone and part of me wants him to tell me he loves me too before I go in this room... before we start this but I don't dare ask, now.
"Inside, Anastasia" he opens the door and ushers me inside. He turns on the light and my eyes widen as I take in my surroundings. "Oh. my. God" I whisper.
My eyes go to the walls, the ceiling, and they widen as I look at all of the implements. What in the world have I gotten myself in to? "Are you okay?" He comes up behind me and murmurs in my ear.
I nod my head. "Yes" I turn to face him and look up into his eyes before casting my eyes to the floor. "Shit" I whisper. "I can't look at you?"
He raises my chin to look at him. "The same rules don't apply to you, Miss Steele" I bite my bottom lip before looking back down. "Eyes" I look up and eye him curiously. "Eyes on me at all times"
"I thought-"
"I need to see those beautiful baby blues when I make love to you"
"Make love? Is that what you call it in here?"
"It's what I call it with you"
"No" I shake my head as I walk to the middle of the room. I turn around and put my hands on my hips.
"No?" He asks me raising an eyebrow as if he's asking who the fuck I'm talking to.
"I don't want you to make love to me. Not here. I want you to fuck me. Hard. How you've fucked other..." I blanch thinking about the man I love's sexual history. "I want the full dominant experience. The full Christian Grey experience"
He approaches me cautiously as if I'm a skittish deer. He rubs a hand over my cheek and gives me a small smile and just as quick as it comes it goes. He circles me once before stopping to stand behind me. He pulls my hair and begins to braid it into a French braid when he stops and pulls it out. I furrow my brow wondering what the hell this man is doing when I feel him pull it into a ponytail at the back of my head. He spins me around and winks at me. "Better. Now Miss Steele, strip. Slowly"
I feel my body temperature start to rise even as I pull the sweater dress over my head. I look at him for the push to continue and he nods at me. I reach my hands behind my back and unclasp my bra letting it slide down my arms and the sound of it hitting the ground is amplified in the quiet room. My eyes find his again and smile inwardly when I find his orbs glued to my chest with a hungry look that heats my core. "Panties too, sir?"
The fire in his eyes isn't lost on me as he nods. "Off, now"
I hook my thumbs into my panties and slide them down my legs running my fingertips up my thighs and stand before him without a stitch of clothing and for the first time I am unashamed of my nakedness. I look him square in the eyes and I give him a somewhat cocky smirk. "What now?" I say giving him a shrug.
He walks towards me slowly. "The confidence is sexy Miss Steele, I approve" he says. "Where's this coming from?"
I blink my eyes a few times. "You.. sir"
He smiles at me. "You're turning me into a shit dom, Anastasia"
"I'm sorry, sir. What... what should I do?"
"There are safe words" he says.
"Wha-what?" I ask as my eyes widen at the word 'safe' like there's a chance that I could be in harms way.
"Red and yellow"
"Red and yellow, sir?"
"Red means I stop. If at any point it becomes too much and I'll stop. Immediately"
"Okay"
"I mean it. You say it and I'll stop. I would never want to hurt you"
"You could never hurt me"
"Yellow means to slow down"
"Like a traffic light?"
He chuckles. "Yes, angel. Like a traffic light"
I smile at his term of endearment and nod. "Red and yellow, got it"
"Kneel" he says. "Right there" he points to a corner in the room. I move and kneel and look at him for further instruction. "Eyes down" I do so and I feel him circling around me. "Shit." He groans. "You look so gorgeous like this"
"This... pleases you? Sir?"
"Yes. This is how you would wait for me"
"Wait for you?"
"While I change"
"I see. I'll wait here... sir"
"Oh I'm not-" he hesitates and I wait for him to continue but he doesn't. I want to look up but don't want to disobey him. I don't know how long I'm looking at the same spot on the floor when I see bare feet come into view. "Look at me"
I look up and can't stop the gasp from escaping my lips as I take in the hottest man I've ever seen in my life- shirtless wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans. "Wow" I breathe out and immediately my hand clamps over my mouth.
He chuckles and holds his hand out lifting me to my feet. "Speak" he commands.
"You... you look hot"
"Why thank you, Miss Steele"
"Is this... this is what you wear?"
"To start"
I gulp nervously as if this man hasn't taken me in probably every position known to man. "I see" At this point I've noticed that he's got one hand behind his back. I try to crane my neck without being too obvious to see what he has but he brings it into view revealing a riding crop. My eyes widen at what looks like a whip and I can't stop the involuntary wince.
He backs up a few steps and holds his hand out to me. "Put your hand out" I eye him nervously and he raises an eyebrow. "Anastasia this won't work if you don't trust me. If you are afraid of me. Are you afraid of me?"
"No" I say immediately.
"Do you trust me?" He asks.
"In theory?" I quip.
"No smart mouth in here, young lady. But humor me, what does that mean?"
"I just... you yourself have said that I am different and I just wonder how you will fare in here... with me. What if you lose control?"
"I wouldn't allow it to get that far"
I nod. "I trust Christian my boyfriend... Of course. I just don't know much about Christian the dom"
"Where was this skepticism before I brought you in here? You want to do this now? While you're naked? And in here? Talk about great timing" he says sarcastically.
"I trust you. I trust you... all fifty shades of you" I smile recalling him referring to himself as such.
"I would never hurt you" he says rubbing a hand down my cheek. "I love you... with what little bit of heart I have. I love you with all of it"
I feel myself sigh a breath of relief I didn't realize I was holding. "I think you have a... beautiful big heart"
"I didn't tell you I loved you"
"What?"
"When you said you loved me, I didn't say it back before we came in. I should have assured you before we came in here"
"I know you love me"
"Do you?"
"Yes sir"
"Ana" he puts his hands on my naked shoulders.
"Yes... Christian?"
"Tell me that you know how I feel about you?"
"I know how you feel about me" I say.
"Good. Now don't make me tell you again. Put your hand out, palm up." I do as I'm told. He rubs the riding crop around my palm before raising it and bringing it down hard but not too hard on my hand. "Did that hurt?"
"No sir"
"See. There's nothing to be afraid of"
"I... I know. It's just the fear of the unknown.. sir" I say before letting my eyes drop to the ground.
"Come" he says pulling me to the center of the room. "Arms up"
I raise them and before I can blink they're cuffed to some sort of hooks in the ceiling. My eyes widen at the feeling of not being able to use my hands. The feeling of restraint scaring me but the feeling of doing this with Christian calming my nerves.
"Words, Ana"
"Red and yellow sir"
He walks around me and soon I feel his hands tracing up my backside before I feel breath against it and my eyes widen. Soon I feel his teeth nibbling on my left cheek and I giggle at the feeling. I yelp when the nibble turns to a bite that I know has left teeth marks. I pull at the restraints and close my eyes giving in to the feeling of tongue and teeth moving over my cheeks when he pushes my legs apart. I look down in time to see two fingers coming between my legs and entering my slick folds. Fuck. The things this man can fucking do.
"How does that feel, Anastasia" he whispers against my skin.
I tip my head back and groan relishing in the feeling of this man's index finger stroking my clit. "So good, sir." I feel myself racing towards an orgasm when I feel his fingers leave me. My eyes fly open and I raise my head to look down in the attempt to see where his hand left went. I frown when I feel him stand behind me and soon he's in front of me.
"Do you think you deserve to come, Anastasia?"
"Yes?" I say weakly.
"Oh?" He says taking another lap around me. It's as if he's a lion and I'm his prey. A helpless animal... like... a gazelle? I wish he would stop circling me like this, he's making me fucking dizzy. "After your behavior at the club tonight? After your little outburst with Leila?"
"You said you understood" I grit out feeling that was a low blow for him to bring her up when I'm this naked and exposed and vulnerable.
"Oh I do, but you still misbehaved tonight. You know how to act in that club and you brought your claws and evidently your inner dom out"
"I-"
"And it's not just that, Anastasia. Do you know how many times I've had to stow my twitchy palm? All of your eye rolls, and smart comments, those tiny fucking skirts you insist on wearing to school to tease the ever living fuck out of me. You're getting punished for all of that tonight"
I nod, knowing that arguing with him is pointless unless I'm planning to safe word. And there is no way that's happening. I've waited too long for this. Man up, Steele. Stop acting like a baby. "Yes sir"
I feel the riding crop trailing across my skin as he moves around me again and then I feel SMACK. I'm not sure if I feel it or hear it first but I yelp in surprise. "Did that hurt?"
I bite my bottom lip trying to hide the smile creeping on to my face. I feel fucking incredible. "No sir"
"That's my good girl"
I feel his erection poking my back as he moves my hair to the side and nuzzles my neck. "Tell me who you belong to, Anastasia"
"You... sir"
I feel his hand moving to my sex and cupping it possessively. "Tell me who this belongs to"
"You" I moan out as he begins to touch me again. God dammit let me come this time, please
"You respond so well to me" he pulls his hand away and I whimper. Whyyyyyyy. "You'll come when I'm ready for you to come"
"But-" I start when all of a sudden he's in front of me giving me a look that even I understand. Whoa. Dom Christian is in the building.
"Words" he growls.
"Red and yellow" I repeat.
"Good girl"
A smile ghosts over my lips when I feel the riding crop again but this time instead of my ass it's against the slick muscle between my legs. The muscle that's slightly protruding out of me after his probing. "Fuck" I moan out.
"Language" he barks.
I bite the inside of my cheek when I feel the crop a few more times. My ass, my clit, my ass again. God who knew a spanking would feel so good. But I need to come. I'm so wound up if he just looks at my clit, I may come. How am I supposed to hold off an orgasm till he says? Aren't these things kind of like... involuntary? I mean maybe after years of practice but I just got off the bench for Christ sakes. He can't expect me to already know how to... do things?
"Stop thinking." My thoughts are interrupted by Christian's voice and soon his face is in my view. "Red?" He asks.
"No sir"
"Talk to me"
"I'm okay"
He smiles at me. "You're perfect, you're doing so well" he murmurs in my ear.
"Something tells me you're going easy on me"
"Must be all the vanilla" he winks.
"If this were vanilla I would have come already. Twice" I say
"Such a smart mouth even while you're shackled to my ceiling. You've got balls, Steele"
"Maybe I like to rile you up, sir"
"Oh I know you do. And as much as I would love to continue making your ass a beautiful shade of pink, I need to be inside of you"
FINALLY. "Yes sir" I purr and he smiles. He lifts my legs to wrap around his waist and I feel one hand cupping my bottom as he guides me onto his dick.
"Are you okay?"
"You're asking me that... now?" I ask as I attempt to move my body forward to slide up and down on him. Damn being cuffed to the fucking ceiling. I look up and curse this position when all I want to do is wind my hands through his hair, or use my hands as leverage on his chest as I ride his dick. This no hands life is for the birds. I guess other girls couldn't touch his chest so this would be ideal for him.
"How are your arms?"
"Green" I giggle.
He looks at me curiously before chuckling before getting my joke. "Only you"
He looks into my eyes as we are so close our noses are almost touching. I never thought that I would ever be eye to eye with Christian during sex in this capacity. But at this moment with him fully sheathed inside of me I feel the connection through every part of our bodies. It's so much more than the physical connection. This man is looking into my fucking soul right now. "Baby move pleeeeease" I groan out after what feels like an hour of him just sitting inside of me.
"Baby huh?"
"Sir... please?"
I feel him starting to rock in and out of me slowly when his lips find mine in a slow moving dance. "I prefer baby" he whispers against my lips and I don't have the chance to reply as his tongue quickly pushes his way through my lips to find mine. I feel his hand behind my head keeping our lips connected as he begins to pound into me harder and harder. And I take a second to admire how strong his leg muscles must be as he's somewhat holding me up and doing all of the work as I am pretty much helpless right now. "Anastasia you're getting close" he says as he pulls away from me.
"Yes, sir."
"I feel you.. you're quivering around me baby, come on"
"I can come?" I feel his tongue drawing circles behind my ear and I shudder. Thank fuck.
"Yes Anastasia, come with me"
After a few more pumps, I feel myself at the edge waiting to jump when I start to feel the beginnings of his orgasm. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ana" he groans and it's as if bringing this sex God to a mind blowing orgasm was enough. feel the familiar feeling in my toes before it shoots through my body. He pushes us through both of our orgasms and slows his strokes but continues his thrusts and I look down to see it in action and if it's not the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. My mouth drops open and I squeeze my eyes shut trying to burn the image into my corneas forever. I open them again and gaze into the eyes of my lover who had obviously been watching me with equal interest. "Wow" I say in reference to actually seeing sex so... up close and personal. "I never..." I start. "You're incredible"
He smiles at me before unshackling my arms that feel like Jell-O at this point and they immediately fall around his neck as he carries me to the bed in the middle of the room. "You're the incredible one"
"Wow... that was all so hot and intense and..." I sit up despite the fact that my limbs feel like wet noodles. "You do this...? This is the only way you have sex usually?"
"Anastasia..."
"I'm just curious"
"Well you got away with a lot more than most submissives"
"I tried to stay in character"
"I know, I'm proud" he chuckles before nuzzling my neck.
I feel him moving down my body placing kisses on my nipples, my stomach, my thighs and then I feel his breath at my core. I know what he's doing and I can't escape the taboo, sexy feeling that he's going to go down on me moments after he unloaded his seed inside of me. I feel his tongue inside of me and my hands immediately go to his hair and I pull, hard. My sex is raw and sensitive and him thrusting this wet muscle inside of me is making me build again, quick.
"We taste so good together" he whispers pulling his face away from my sex. I open my eyes to look down and catch a glimpse at him and I almost come from the sight of him. Sweat on his brow, his lips glistening with the mix of our arousals and the lust in his eyes. It was all too much. He goes back to his assault on my pussy and within minutes he's bringing me to another mind blowing orgasm. "Christian" I moan as I hold his face against my core as I ride out the rest of it as I move against his face. "For the love of Goddddd" I say removing my hands from his head and running them down my face. I don't even feel my body move but by the time Christian is on his back I'm straddling him, riding him. Hard. This was going to be a long night.
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At some point, I must have fallen asleep because I wake up in the bed I share with Christian with him stroking my head lightly. My head and hand are resting on his chest and my leg is resting across his. I go to move off of him when I feel him clutch me tighter. "Hi" he whispers into the dark and I'm instantly soothed by his voice.
"Hi" I whisper back. I feel him gently shift and I squint when he turns the side table on. "What time is it?"
"About 3 am"
"Have you been up this whole time?"
"Mmmmhm" he says
"What have you been doing?"
"Watching and listening to you sleep, mostly"
"I must be fascinating" I chuckle
"You are. Everything you do fascinates me"
I move my head from lying on his chest to letting my chin rest on it so I can look up at him. "Can we do that again?"
"The playroom?"
"Yes"
"If that's what you want"
"I want it all with you. I want to explore... anything. Because I trust that you'll take care of me... and us. And maybe one day I'll know what I'm doing enough to take the reigns"
"Anastasia you're already pretty great in bed"
I blush at his words. "That's nice to hear"
"Too bad no one will ever get to see your talent"
"No one?" I ask raising my eyebrows cheekily.
"You think I'm ever giving you up?"
I swallow at the intensity of his words. "No. I don't"
"I am truly sorry about what happened earlier... with Leila"
I nod not fully grasping my feelings on the matter to begin with. I really don't want to hash this out with him now. "Is she going to be a problem?"
"No angel. I'll take care of it"
"How?"
"I'll remind her of the NDA and-"
"You're going to see her again?" I ask sitting up.
"You can't possibly be-"
"Jealous? Oh I'm there. I'm woman enough to admit that I don't want the man I love to have contact with an ex girlfriend, ex submissive, ex whatever if she can't respect our relationship and me as your girlfriend"
He sighs. "Okay"
"Okay? Wow that was... surprisingly easy" I narrow my eyes at him. "Don't lie to me"
"I would never." He says putting his hands up. "I can see that this bothers you.. I don't want that. I don't want there to be any shit between us, ever."
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I'm bounding down the stairs of Christian's penthouse as I beeline for the kitchen. I can't believe how late I am. Well actually I can. Christian and I couldn't get out of the shower this morning to save our lives. Fridays, man. I smirk to myself as I grab the lunch Gail prepared for me. Christian hired a house manager a few weeks ago who is absolutely terrific.
"Hey hey hey where's the fire?" Christian says pulling me into his arms. "And were you just going to leave without a kiss?"
"I'm sorry" I say looking at my watch. "I am so fucking late" I say planting a loud smack on his lips.
"Drive safely"
"Yes I will. I can't wait to take my new car out" I giggle thinking about my brand new 2017 Volkswagon. Christian wanted to buy me some insanely expensive Audi but I had to remind him that I was going to be driving this car to high school. I really didn't need to draw attention to that kind of car. It was bad enough that I was getting a 2017 model.
"Don't get too attached, you're getting an Audi for graduation" he says walking away.
"But I already like this one!"
"Audis are safer baby"
"And Volkswagons are the cheaper, just as safe cousin of the Audi"
"Aren't you late?" Christian asks changing the subject. This isn't over, Grey.
"SHIT! You're right" I say bolting for the elevator. "I love you!" I call over my shoulder.
"Love you too, baby. No texting and driving"
I flick him off from the elevator at his annoying attempt to be 'parental.' Just as the doors close I get a text message and I giggle as I know exactly who it is.
You'll pay for that one later, Miss Steele. X
Looking forward to it. Xxx
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After a long day of school and a last minute practice before the competition tomorrow I find myself dragging myself into the penthouse. It's eerily quiet when I plop myself down at the breakfast bar and lay my head on it.
"Long day, honey?" Gail asks.
"The longest, I'm exhausted. Where's Christian?"
"Oh, he's not home yet, dear. I figured you had talked to him?"
"I don't usually text him when I'm at the studio." I pull out my phone and call him and I'm shocked he doesn't answer on the first ring.
"Baby"
"Hi where are you?"
"Still at the office, are you at home?"
The word home warms me. Like he considers this our home. Home.. with me. I share my home with Christian. I almost can't wrap my brain around it. "Yes, and I was hoping my wonderful boyfriend would be here to give me a full body massage"
"Oh Miss Steele, I would be happy to oblige"
A few hours later, I'm soaking my limbs in the bathtub when I hear someone shuffling through the master bedroom and soon the man I love is standing in the door jam staring at me. "What a sight to come home to" he says as he takes off his cufflinks and rolls up his sleeves.
"Dear God, you are sex on a stick" I say as I beckon him over with my finger. "Want to join me?"
"I would love to but I still have some work to do"
"Still?" I pout
"Don't give me that face. It's work I would probably be doing tomorrow"
"I can't believe you want to come to the competition" I say rolling my eyes
"Why wouldn't I want to come?"
"Because it's going to be boring"
"Nothing you do is boring, angel"
"Okay but there's 20 other teams performing.. maybe I won't be boring, but someone will bore you. Hell even I hate watching 100 minutes of pirouettes."
"100 minutes?"
"20 teams average of 5 minutes per song. You sure you don't want to back out?" I ask
"I wouldn't miss it for the world"
"Oooookay" I shrug. "By the way, we typically all go out afterwards. Someone usually throws a party... so I'm going to go after, okay?"
He furrows his brow at me slightly and I wonder if he's going to object. "I assume I probably shouldn't... come?"
"You want to come to a party with high schoolers?"
"I mean it's not like you guys won't have alcohol" he chuckles.
"You know what I mean"
"Yeah, I guess you're right" Christian says sadly.
"You can... I guess?" I say feeling bad that he appears to be feeling left out.
"No no you go with your friends"
"I won't be long"
"I know, angel. We'll celebrate when you get back" he says kissing my forehead.
I nod, even though in the pit of my stomach something tells me this is not over.
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"WHO in the ever loving FUCK is that man in the audience" I turn my head to see one of the girls from a rival team peeking out of the curtain. "The show isn't for another hour, he must be here with a dancer. He is gorgeous. Good GOD. I wonder if he's dating the blonde girl he's next to. But then there's another guy" she rattles on and I shake my head as the girl is definitely referring to my man, Kate and Elliott.
"Ignore her" I hear next to me as one of my best friend's on the team Hannah says. "You know your man is fine, aren't you used to it by now?"
"I guess"
"You bringing him to the party tonight?"
"No... that would be weird right?"
"No? Why would it? He's your boyfriend and he's about to sit through this boring as hell string of performances, you need to blow the party off and blow him as a thank you"
I roll my eyes at her crassness. "We always celebrate the end of competitions together"
"Yeah because we are all single due to ballet being a cruel fucking mistress. You got out, don't let it suck you back in"
"I'm not! I just... Christian didn't want me to completely change my life for him."
She shrugs. "Whatever. Tell him he's welcome, just tell him not to wear a suit and to shave. Could totally pass for some hot college guy"
I peek out through the curtains again and see Christian looking down, no doubt probably texting me. I smile to myself and reach for my phone and frown when I don't see a text from him. I look again and still see him staring down only this time he has a scowl on his face. Probably work. We go out on the stage and mark through our dance when I catch a glimpse at Christian still on his phone. He hasn't even realized I'm up here. Sheesh I hope he doesn't work through when I'm actually performing. After we are done, we head backstage to finish getting ready and I shoot him a text.
No working during my performance, Grey ;)
I would never! No work today.
I frown when I see his text. So if he's not working... what is he doing? I decide to put the thoughts out of my head for now and to approach it later. A few hours and several performances later, I walk out into the lobby and I am not shocked to see my boyfriend holding the biggest bouquet of red roses I have ever seen.
"YOU KILLED IT!" Kate bounces up and down before throwing her arms around me. "You're so badass"
"Thanks Kav" I giggle
"Yeah little lady, you're a rockstar" Elliott says pulling her into a hug.
"I can't believe you sat through this, what did Kate promise you? I hope something good?" I ask and he winks at me in response.
"You were incredible. You're a prima ballerina in the making, Ana" Christian says pulling me into a hug. "You outshine everyone on your team" he whispers in my ear.
"Oh you're just saying that" I giggle.
"No Anastasia, I'm not" he says seriously and I bite my bottom lip at the sincerity of his compliment. After a round of pictures, I walk backstage to collect my stuff when I see a text from my mother.
You were wonderful as usual, sorry couldn't stay.
Well at least she came. I have to admit to myself that I did look for her in the audience while on stage and she wasn't in her usual spots. And then after I did scan the crowd of family and friends in the lobby but I didn't see her. She hasn't missed a performance since I started dancing and a part of me was crushed that she wasn't here. But she was. Maybe she doesn't hate me as much as I thought...
We are soon back in the car on the way back from Oregon when I raise the privacy screen between Taylor and us. "Want to get frisky do ya?" Christian jokes.
"No... I" I want to ask him about what he was doing on his phone if he wasn't working but I don't want to sound so needy... clingy... annoying. So I chicken out. "My mom was there. She texted me"
"Well that's good, I know you wanted her there" he says stroking my hand before bringing it to his lips.
"Yeah" I say before looking out the window.
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I'm sitting in the bathroom on the side of the tub chewing on my fingernail when Christian walks in. "What are you doing?" He asks taking in my state of nervousness. "You okay?"
"If you weren't working today what were you doing?"
"What?"
"I saw you... in the audience for the first full hour. On your phone... and you said you weren't working today. So what were you doing? You're not really someone who's on your phone a lot unless it's for work. So I'm just curious" He looks at me curiously as if he doesn't know what I'm saying. "Don't. Don't you dare try and insult my intelligence"
"I wasn't..."
"Then tell me"
"Just going through emails, random shit you do on your phone during the day, I don't know"
"Are you... lying to me?"
"Of course I'm not"
I capture my lip between my teeth to prevent the tears from coming because he's definitely lying. "Prove it"
"What?"
"I want to see"
"Anastasia, be serious"
"I am. I don't believe you"
"You're kidding right? You want to go through my phone? Ana that's not how this works"
"Oh?"
"No we're not in high school-" he starts before he sighs realizing his mistake.
"Well actually I am" I say narrowing my eyes at him.
"Yeah well you usually don't act like it"
"So I am now?"
"Yeah I would say so" he says leaving the bathroom.
"You asshole!" I say going after him.
"Is this you not acting like a high schooler?" He asks crossing his arms. "Do you think there's someone else? That I'm cheating on you?"
"I don't know, but I do know you're lying to me"
"About fucking what?"
"About what you were doing on your phone!"
"For the love of GOD Ana" he sighs. "HERE" he says pushing his phone towards me.
Now that I have it in my hand, it feels so wrong. Like he feels that I don't trust him. And I hate that. I hand him back the phone. "Forget it." I sigh. "I have to get dressed"
I feel a hand on my arm and soon I'm being hauled into his hard chest. "Baby" he whispers in my ear. "There's no one else. I swear. Don't you trust me?"
"Yes"
"I would never hurt you, angel"
"I know" I think.
"Maybe I should go with you?" he says.
"Now who doesn't trust who?"
"I trust you baby, I just don't like where we are right now, and I want you close by." He places his hand on my chest over my heart. "I need this close to mine"
"You really are a sap sometimes" I chuckle using my sarcasm as a defense mechanism. I am so moved by this little statement and the arch in his brow means he knows it. Bastard. "Fine. Come"
"Thanks for the enthusiastic invite" he says.
"Sorry. I want you there." I say before trudging back to the bathroom.
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CPOV
Shit. How does this girl know me so goddamn well already? Oh right because she weaves some spell over you that even you can't comprehend. How I let someone take over my mind, body and soul so easily I will never know. I should have just told her that Leila contacted me. That I was forwarding everything to my lawyer and my therapist after having a very heated conversation with her. She would understand that right? Ana was understanding. I gulp thinking that even the most understanding of girlfriends are usually not cool with texting old girlfriends.
Master, I was thinking of you earlier today. I was hoping we could meet sometime soon? At the club maybe?
Leila what part of no are you not understanding? I have moved on.
With the girl you were with at the club? The ballet dancer?
What the fuck, Leila. How the hell do you know that?
I know what is best for you Master, it's not her.
You don't know anything about what is best for me.
Anastasia does?
STAY. AWAY. FROM. HER. I mean it, Leila.
We belong together, Master.
Dear God this girl was delusional. How did she get Ana's name? Was she stalking her? I contact her CPO, Luke Sawyer and ask if he's noticed anything unusual. But the girl is in school all day, I suppose if Leila was sneaky enough she could get into the school and figure out everything she needs to know about Ana. I rub my brow when I notice my girl sashaying through the room in nothing but a bright red bra and panties. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I barely have time to think before she's underneath me on the bed and I am moving her panties to the side for a taste of what's underneath.
"Christian" she moans out and I smile hearing my name escape those sexy plump lips of hers. Maybe I should tell her the truth. Okay make her come first, then truth. Orgasm. Truth. Orgasm. Truth. Okay Go. She's coming all too quick when she sits up and looks down at me. "That was.. unexpected"
"Ana... baby. Please don't be mad at me"
She furrows her brow giving her that cute little V between her brows. "Why... would I be mad?"
"Leila contacted me... that's who I was texting. And then I was sending everything to my lawyer and therapist. Then I was trying to set her straight but I think she's just... delusional"
"Why would you lie to me about that? Why wouldn't you just tell me?"
"Because you were so adamant about me not talking to her... and I don't know I panicked"
"So you lied to me? How am I supposed to trust you?"
"You can baby I-"
"Obviously I can't if you're lying about something like this. You could have told me."
"You're so sensitive about Leila I-"
"Sensitive? That's the word you're going to use?"
"Yeeeep" I say. Okay maybe not the time to be a smartass.
"You fucked her! Oh my God if I had ANY sort of past before you, you'd have a god damn cow if they even LOOKED in my direction"
"You're god damn right"
"So you're just a hypocrite then?"
"Leila means.. NOTHING"
"That is NOT the fucking POINT" she screams. "You're a smart guy, how are you not getting this?"
"Because it was nothing! I just... I didn't want to get in a fight, like we are now"
"We are in a fight because you lied to my face. And my mother always says if you're going to lie about the little stuff, you'll lie about the big stuff"
"Oh we're bringing your mother into this now? Because you were always SO truthful with her?"
"It's a saying! And DO NOT go there. Don't try and make this about me. I looked you in your face and asked you what you were doing and you lied when you were texting an ex girlfriend!"
"You act like we were just chatting it up! I was telling her to stay away from you! To move on! To leave me alone!"
"Did you tell her you love me?"
"What?"
"Did you tell her that you met someone and you fell in love with her.. her being me" she says crossing her arms.
"No Ana I didn't confess my undying love for you to an old submissive. She is well aware that you are different"
"She is well aware that I am probably more to you than someone you whip and fuck on the weekends"
"Watch it" I bark at her.
"Why should I? You go on and on about trust between us and you lied to my fucking face. How am I ever supposed to believe anything you say now?"
"Don't be so dramatic, Ana."
"Don't treat me like a child, Christian so help me"
"Then stop acting like it!" I worry that I've gone too far when she steps back from me the tears forming in her eyes. I want to pull her into my arms, kiss her, love her, never let her go until the end of time but her face stops me.
"I'm going to my friend's house, don't wait up" she growls at me.
"I'm coming with you" I say and I already know she's going to tell me to stick it where the sun doesn't shine.
"Yeah okay" she snorts. "I don't want you anywhere near me right now"
"Anastasia" I follow her into the bathroom and push her against the wall so that she can't move.
"Christian stop"
"No"
"What do you want from me?"
"I want you all over this penthouse for the next 12 hours" I growl in her ear.
"You can't fuck it away, Christian"
"Let me love it away" I whisper.
She looks up at me with sad eyes. "You lied to me"
"I know"
"Maybe I'm overreacting but... I just want a night out with my friends. You wanted me to have this remember? Experiences... ones without you so that you don't suffocate me"
It was below the belt referencing conversations from earlier in the relationship. Anastasia and I are essentially attached at the hip when she's not at school and I'm not at work. She's never made it seem like she's needed space or feeling suffocated. She's upset and hurt and wants to hurt me. "Message received, Ana" I say nodding before leaving the room. "Be careful" I call over my shoulder without another glance in her direction.
A/N: Anyone who knows the way I write knows I'll have the next chapter out in no time because angst ain't my thang. ha Sadly it ain't over yet. I couldn't make this relationship toooo fluffy yaknow she is in high school after all!
PS playroom scenes are hard. Hope you liked it!
