CPOV

I realized in the shower that my reaction was actually fueled by jealousy, an emotion I know almost nothing about. I felt it some when I was a kid, jealous of the time and attention my prostitute mother gave her johns, jealous of the relationship Elliot had with Grace and Carrick when I first came to live with them. Beyond that, I can't recall any other time I actually felt jealous. So why did I react that way? Elena was married the entire time we were together for fucks sake. And as for all the others, I couldn't have cared less what they were doing, they were always only temporary. But now that I've had a moment to cool off and think things over, I do believe her when she says they aren't involved anymore. I'm guessing he was her Dom and that's why she wont discuss it with me. In a way, I'm comforted that she does value discretion after all. It doesn't change the fact I find myself very fucking uncomfortable knowing there've been other men in her life. Even though my reacting with anger isn't even remotely out of character for me, as I've never done well when I feel I'm being lied to, what does strike me is the intensity of the emotions I felt. I guess I need to acknowledge that there are many differences when it comes to Anastasia. I already knew I felt protective over her, now I also feel possessive. Yes… I think possession is the right word. And as our arrangement seems to enforce, I almost feel I own her.

Fuck! I can't even pretend to say I don't enjoy the sound of that.

I've never wanted to 'own' anyone. It seems every moment I spend here, the more distant I feel from myself, or at least the version of myself before I met Ana. But also, I'm beginning to wonder why in 29 years, I've never ventured down this path before, why it never called to me or even crossed my mind. The feeling of being a Dominant has a ring of truth to it for me, as if it's a more accurate version of myself I've only recently been apprised of. It seems it's all starting to make a little more sense. And I also think I saw a glimpse in Ana of why she does this as well.. She looked so peaceful, happy, and serene while doing the thing I asked of her. She also looked... like Mine.

Fuck the other guy. I'm the one here with her now.

I finish eating rather quickly, as my revery and possession is making me eager to be near her, inside of her again. I only thought I wanted her before, but that now seems like idle infatuation compared to the need I feel after having actually had her. Having experienced a sliver of what makes her so alluring, having tasted her sensuality, and watched her surrender herself for my pleasure, I feel like she's a delicacy I won't quickly tire of. Maybe not ever.


I stand outside the ominous red room and though going inside seems rather intimidating, it's not nearly enough to keep me from her. When I open the door, I find her kneeling in just her panties, eyes down, legs wide apart, and her hair in a single braid down her marvelous naked back. On the bed are a few things she seems to have laid out for us. From what I can tell, there's a blindfold, wrist cuffs, slightly larger cuffs for maybe the ankles, and several bundles of red silk rope. I walk in and take a seat on the red leather sofa in front of her. Though her eyes remain down, she begins to speak to me in her silky sweet tone.

"In this lifestyle, we often talk about testing limits. Most who are just starting out think this means, 'how many times can I make her cum,' or 'how hard can she take a paddle this time…' The truth is, truly testing limits is almost entirely about the mind." With these words, a reverent smile comes across her face. "It's about asking your sub how much she's willing to surrender to you. How far can you open her mind, how much pleasure will she let you show her, how much trust will she place in you, how many hesitances so will she overcome just to please you" She then lifts her eyes to mine and slowly moves to stand. There in front of me, her tall lithe frame in small white lace patines, is the embodiment of desire. I know I need to listen carefully to her words, but she's making it rather difficult. Seemingly unknowing of this fact, she continues. "In this dance of Dominance and submission, you will constantly be proving how much control you harbor over me, and I will constantly be proving to what depths I will surrender for you. For me, this is a chance to try and complete you. To fill every empty space you have with my devotion until you feel as if you can't live without me. It's then that I know I served you well and that you have a greater understanding of your needs and desires because you asked them of me… and I gave them to you."

She then walks to the bed and grabs the wrist cuffs. As she walks back toward me, she begins to fasten one around her left wrist. Once she's back to the sofa, she turns and places her round, firm, and full ass directly in my view. Due to the marvelous scenery, I fail to notice for several moments but she's waiting with both hands behind her back, wanting me to place the other cuff on her. I quickly begin doing her bidding as she continues talking. "I'm going to demonstrate a simple task that tests my physical endurance. I know you like the view so I'm going bend over for you and stay in that position for as long as you'd like. This may seem odd but it's just a basic example of testing physical limits, and only one of the many many ways you can ask for my submission to you. No matter how tired I become, I will try my best not to move, as if it was the difference between life and death. I'll do this because you would've asked me to, therefor nothing will bring me more satisfaction. But know that you can always ask more of me… Use your imagination. Think of all things that would please you most. But if I do fail to please you, then correction is warranted. I know sexualized pain is completely new for you so if the situation arises this time, maybe just try spanking me… just with your hand. It doesn't have to be particularly rough. You may've already engaged in spanking during previous encounters and if so, I encourage you to recall those times and then take it a few steps beyond. Hit a little harder… and a few more times. If you let go, it will come naturally to you, so keep your mind open and trust your instincts. Do whatever feels right for you and know that I won't judge you… I truly believe this may satisfy you in a way you never knew existed" Her cuffs are both fastened now and as I pull down on the connecting chain to make sure they're secure, she exhales deeply and lets her head drop back in seeming pleasure. With a slight moan she says, "I remember that's how I felt the first time."

"Lets begin, okay?" She turns her head to look over her shoulder and softly and sweetly says, "I am all Yours, Sir." She then takes one step forward and with her legs slightly apart and hands bound behind her, she bends over at the hips, revealing a tiny wet spot on her panties over her lips. It seems that simply the discussion of this topic is enough to bring her pleasure. It's intoxicating to witness this so very intimate and telling evidence. But I'd decided before I came in here that I would take my time with her this round, that I would savor every millimeter of skin she has. But seeing her present herself to me this way, aroused, wet, and hoping to please me… I fear I will fail at my aspiration once again.

My only hope is to stay right where I am for now and try to hedge my arousal. So instead of fixating on the unspeakable beauty before me, I relax back and begin to sort through the meaning of things she's just explained. I must say, to hear her tell me that her goal is wanting me to feel as if I cant live without her, it startled me quite a bit. I don't fucking want to feel as if I can't live with out someone, even if it were possible in the first place. The problem is that I could easily see how the addiction develops. She speaks of such pleasure and satisfaction in pleasing me, how could I not take joy in that. And if this interaction is truly as gratifying for me as she believes it will be, then we could quickly become a drug for each other. Mental stimulation linked with indescribable pleasure… the possibilities that presents are endless.

After being lost in my thoughts and fantasies for at least twenty minutes, a tiny sigh from her pulls me back to the present. I look up and am delighted to find Ana's legs ever so faintly shaking. She's starting to tire and finally, I think now would be a good time to begin further scrutinizing her ability to concentrate on her posture. I silently stand and walk to her, enough so that when my finger reaches into the waist of her panties from behind, she gasps in surprise, but doesn't waver. I begin to lower them slowly, down until they're stretched between her knees, bending as I go so that my face nears her displayed apex. I can't help but inhale deeply and take in the smell of her arousal. The sight and smell of her blushing wet lips calls to me so strongly, it's now testing my own endurance for torture. I stand straight again and lightly caress the back of her legs and up her spine. I delight in seeing her ivory skin react under my touch. I then walk around to her side and after wetting a finger in my mouth, I reach down and lightly tickle each perfect nipple until her breathing turns into quiet pants, but her dedication continues to prevail. So from where I stand, I reach down behind her with both hands to rub the crease between her outer lips and thighs. She's dripping with clear wet beads I want desperately to devour but I need to avoid touching her where she wants it most for as long as possible. I rub up and down, massaging and pressing her lips together, finally reaching far enough down that when I press together this time, I catch her clit for just a quick moment. With this, she moans loudly and one knee buckles, breaking her stance and in exhaustion, dropping her down onto both knees.

Inside my heart sinks. The longer her she stood there, the more I began to see how much she wanted to please me, how her devotion to me made me proud, happy even... I started out waiting for my moment to see her fail so I could begin having my way with her. But seeing her drop to the floor now, I feel the slightest disappointment, but mostly I worry that she'll be upset to have let me down.

"You beautiful girl, I know that you tried to please me, but despite your efforts, you succumbed to your own pleasure instead," I say as I cradle her face in my hand, offering her to look up at me. I gaze down at her with reverence but I'm met with a hoping and smug grin on her face.

She's not upset, she wants to see what I'll do with her!

I quickly hook one arm over her back and under her stomach, pulling her upright again. Without a moment of hesitation, I let my other hand swing back and come down swift and hard on her ass, creating a delightful smack and a rippling across her perfect bare cheek. The sight has my heart pounding and breath racing so I give her three more. Each time, she moans loudly, not in pain, but only in pure unashamed pleasure. Her skin in blushing pink in the shape of my hand. The adrenaline is coursing though my veins like fire and I can't fucking hold myself back anymore so I kneel down and lift her over my shoulder. As I walk us to the bed, I firmly palm her ass, grabbing and pulling hard. I notice myself growl just as I drop her to the bed on her back, arms still bound behind her. I look over her naked body while she pants hungrily now. Her panties still sit between her knees so I reach down and rip them down and off her legs. The time it takes to do this is just long enough for me to regain the smallest hint of control. I see the blindfold next to her so I reach for it and gently place it over her longing eyes, leaving her with a lingering kiss of her bottom lip.

I step back to undress, comforted that her eyes are covered and she wont be noticing the scars on my chest. I've grown so fucking tired of avoiding the questions that always follow. Anastasia particularly, is one I would prefer to spare from the hate and squalor that made up my first four years. I shake off the haunting thoughts and recenter my mind on the task at hand. Once my clothes are shed, I lean over her and as my erection lightly drags across her stomach, I gently bite and kiss and lick the skin of her neck. "Get up." I command her as I help lift my beautiful restrained devotee by the back of her neck. "Get on your knees and spread your legs apart." And she does so with the eagerness I've quickly come to expect from her. Once there, I tuck stray hairs behind her ears and then stoke her face with my thumbs. She moans lightly and I move two fingers over to her lips. "Open," I say as she's already parting her lips, seeming knowing what I wanted. I run my fingers inside and she softly sucks them in, her tongue massaging them gently. She wants more, it's obvious in her efforts, so I pull my fingers back and brace her blindfolded head until I have my tip placed at her lips. "Please me, Anastasia," and she opens her mouth widely, taking me in deep. I groan uncontrollably and instantly lose myself in her ministrations. Her mouth is like warm silk and she moves as if she'd spent years learning exactly the way I like it. Within minutes, I'm spilling into her mouth, never thinking twice about letting it happen. I know she'll get hers, I'm not even close to done with her yet.


APOV

I swallow Him down greedily as He fills me, gasping and panting in between. He just used me for His pleasure with little or no regard for mine and I couldn't be happier to feel Him embrace his position in our blossoming dynamic. He's such a natural, so perfect at this dance with so little instruction. I move to stand, a little clumsily due to my restraints and blindfold.

"Christian, you're doing so well," I say beaming at Him with pride. In an instant, I roughly feel His hand tight around my jaw and His deep voice telling me,

"The 'scene' as you say, is not over Anastasia. This is twice I've wanted to take my time to savor your beautiful body and have subsequently gotten… carried away. I'm going to do so now, I assure you."

He disconnects the two wrist cuffs and places me on the bed again. Over the course of at least an hour, He touches and kisses and smells every single inch of my body while I remain blindfolded. It's hypnotizing and though our interaction isn't particularly heavy in BDSM in this moment, I feel almost in subspace. I just lay and let Him take me in, happy that He seems to be enjoying my form so much. Eventually he makes his way between my legs and licks and fingers me until I cum in His mouth… twice. I lay limp on the playroom bed for several minutes, waiting for guidance from my so very generous Dom.

When he finally takes off the blindfold, I see he's already dressed again. I want so badly to see Him and touch Him, neither of which I've had the pleasure of doing yet. I know I could please him better if he would let me get to knew his body, to know how the differences in my touch could change His reactions.

"Sir?" I ask meekly, not sure how He'll react to my request, "I was hoping I could get to… get to know your body as well. I could be more pleasing for you…" His face grimaces ever so slightly but, while He stands across the room, He slowly starts to undress himself again. It's obvious He's not comfortable with this but I can't imagine why. In a few moments, his exquisite naked body is stretching out across the bed, His body language remaining confident, even though he's now soft and fully exposed. But as I lean closer to him I think I see the reason he's preferred to stay clothed. His chest is marked with scattered scars that look almost certainly like cigarette burns. My heart sinks, as somehow I'm know this was not a consensual act.

Oh no Christian… Who would do this to you?

I instantly reach out to touch them, wanting to somehow undo what was done but as I get close, his body tenses. I quickly realize I'm causing him distress so instead, I direct myself to the rest of his body, exploring Him in the same fashion he explored me. I must say, it's an amazing treat, as he truly is a sculpture of male perfection. Eventually though, my deal is sweetened when his patience and restraint ceases and He flips me over to take me from behind. He braces himself with one hand on the headboard above me and the other on my shoulder, helping to pull me back into Him with each thrust. We both cum together, his masculine groans and roughness forcing me to climax faster than I'm used to, and my pleasure occurring beneath him sending him over his edge as well. We collapse together, him on top of me, and melt into each other, long enough for me to fall asleep under his precious and welcome weight. Eventually I awake though, to find him climbing out of bed and getting dressed.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a sleepy and lustful voice.

"I'm leaving."

"Wait, what? Why would you leave?" I rise up and look at Him with confusion.

"I told you I would be booking a room." He answers as he finishes dressing and heading toward the door.

"I know but I asked you not to. How are you gonna get there anyway?"

"I don't travel without security. Taylor's with me and he's waiting outside now." I can tell he's irritated by my questions.

"Christian, if we're gonna do this, we have things to talk about." He stops and turns, intent on finishing this conversation, as he's practically running for the door at this point.

"I understand Anastasia, we can talk tomorrow." And with that he walks out of the playroom door and actually leaves…