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"A Shower or Two"
Friday 13th May 2011 continued
Christian's POV

That fucking bitch, she did this on purpose. How dare she treat Ana like that. She's done nothing wrong. I've got a good mind to go back in there and take a shaver to her head, but then I will be stooping just as low as she's done. My girl was as angry as hell, but why wouldn't she be. I must admit that even though I had to pull her off of the 'see you next Tuesday', I felt extremely proud of how she handled herself. Elena had it coming. If it hadn't have been for the fact that the bitch was struggling to breathe, I would have let Ana take her down.

As we get into the car, I make sure my baby's belt is done up and I kiss each bosom. I mimic what I had wanted to do on my first time fastening her in, but I hope that this would also bring a smile back to her face. Then after tasting the sweetness on her skin, I start to eat the remnants of cake from her breasts, hoping to clean her up a bit and at the same time increasing my sugar levels, which have dipped significantly over the past half an hour.

I peer up at her, but she won't smile back at me, but I can understand why. She's just been through something quite traumatic and my gut churns at knowing that it's all my fault… or is it my flatulence? I really should sort that out, maybe some charcoal tablets will help? Elena would always complain, as several used to escape when she used the strap-on up my ass, and for my penance, she would stick a butt plug in me for the rest of the day. I don't think she realized, but I liked it and spent the entire time of its presence with a half mast.

I should have cut ties with the woman years ago. What was I thinking when I set up business with my ex-dominatrix, who's old enough to be my grandma? All I did was to tie myself up to the woman with a different set of handcuffs. I knew that she would turn into some green eyed monster once I chose to settle down, but did I think I ever would find anyone who fit me so well? Ana is both delicate, yet boisterous. What a contradiction she is. A full on She-woman when she wants to be, but sweet as apple pie at other times.

I recognize that I have so much personal baggage, that it's starting to overflow into Ana's life. I mean, I nearly tripped up over my subconsciouses pile of Louis Vuitton suitcases the other day. I had thought about something and the next thing I knew, it was sitting there in the middle of the hallway waiting for me to succumb to its trap.

All this crap isn't good and I'll have to try my damnedest to simplify things, starting with Elena. It's not only her, but an ex-sub sometimes turns up unannounced. Leila occasionally lets herself in through the staff entrance on Saturdays, when she knows I'm alone. Then when I wake up, I find her cooking in the kitchen. She does make a mean stack of pancakes though, and I enjoy her pottering around, even if we aren't anything anymore. But I sigh, she will have to go also. I can't have an ex-sub making me breakfast when I now have my dream girl. It wouldn't be fair. There would be too many arguments as to who will wash and who will dry. Besides, Ana deserves better and I don't share, so why should she. She deserves all of me. All of me and more. More? Mmm… I'll have to change the lock codes and tell Leila that she's no longer welcome. She may already have figured out that she's wasting her time, as I've not seen her since Christmas.

I stare across to the beauty beside me, who has drifted off to sleep. She seems so peaceful in her slumber, a far cry from ten minutes ago.

Please forgive me for being so fucked up, sweetheart.

I touch her cheek and her eyes flutter open and they are fixed on me. She looks so sad and her face is wet again. She wasn't asleep after all, she was silently sobbing. "Baby, please don't." I try and comfort her the best I can, but I'm restricted by the seatbelt. Taylor won't drive if the passengers aren't strapped in, and if anyone undoes their belt during the drive, he pulls over and stops the car and refuses to budge another inch until we are restrained once more.

"I can't help it. I mean… Look at me." She continues to sob silently and it looks like she's got constipation.

"I am…" We stare at each other before a smile forms on my face. "There are easier ways to get a fake tan, Miss Steele." She gasps at the audacity. Well, there is, although that involves the salon. Shit, I don't want to go back there… literally. "However, I do prefer you in your natural state, the pinkness of your glow shows up best against your alabaster complexion."

She brightens up slightly and whilst I have hold of her hand in mine, I reach for my phone with the other so that I can quickly text Elena and let her stew further. Our partnership will be dissolved, as I'm now determined to sell my shares to her worst enemy, Celine Murphy. She owns a rival salon in the next block and my 75% chunk will make Elena a very small percentage holder in a very big company, once Celine merges all three Esclava salons into the Murphy enterprise. She will no longer be the boss, but Celine's bitch and she will have to suck it up and do as she's told, or walk.

As I turn my phone on, I see that I've already got a message from her. I'm gonna deal with all this later, as I know we will end up in a text battle and then she will ring me up. I don't want to spend an excessive amount of time on the matter. Ana is my main priority at the moment and I need to get her home and cleaned up.

We leave Taylor in the car with his manicure set, when we reach Ana's apartment at just before six o'clock to pick up her things. On entering the living room, I see a full set of luggage by the door.

Shit! It's my baggage, it's back again. You won't trip me up this time, you zippy fuckers!

"Erm? Is Kate going on vacation?" I eye the cases suspiciously in case they start to move towards me.

"No, why do you ask?"

"The suitcases." I'm tense.

Ah! They're gonna pounce. I know it!

"Oh, those are mine. For the weekend."

Phew! It's not my sordid past catching up with me.

I relax.

"Darling, you're staying two days, not two months. What do you have in there?" My mind runs riot and I wonder if she's got some toys that we can use in the playroom.

"Well, it's not all clothes." I hold my breath in anticipation. "I have packed my inflatable dinghy, a beach ball, a wind breaker, two foldy-up deck chairs as I'm sure you would want one too. A bucket and spade, a couple of those blowy windmill things you stick in the top of a sandcastle and my favorite beach towel… Oh! And the parasol is over there next to my flip-flops, but doubt we will need all this now."

I think she's going to start crying again, so quickly take her into my arms to soothe her before the floodgates open. Her warmth envelopes me and I start to calm, as she does. The smell of chocolate fills my nostrils… Mmm, she smells good enough to eat. "We'll head out to the marina tomorrow and maybe find a secluded beach cove somewhere. We can make out on the sand if you like." I smile, I feel like a college kid again, or what I think one would feel like.

Oh, making outI wonder if I will get a home run and score?

"After Frank does your hair, we can spend an evening in the TV room with some wine and nibbles. Can watch a movie of you want, or do nothing but smooch on the couch. Are you going to leave a note for Kate to say you'll be away this weekend?"

"No need, as she's not here for a few weeks. She's house sitting her parents' place during their vacation in Barbados. Kate wanted to tag along with them, but her parents don't want her around. The next best thing was that she had run of the family mansion whilst they are away." Thank fuck for that. At least Ana will be able to do what she wants for the next few weeks. Well, until our situation gets out to the press, then who knows what will happen. The thought of Elena, however, rears its ugly head and I am worried that she may try something when Ana is at home on her own. Maybe I'll get her shadowed from a distance. Sawyer can do that from Sunday afternoon. He won't mind parking outside of her place for hours on end as he tends to play Bejeweled on his phone during those dull moments. I would mind his lack of surveillance if it wasn't for his ability of split vision, which makes him look like Marty Feldman. I believe Feldman suffered from thyroid disease, which developed into Graves' ophthalmopathy, Sawyer can just move them independently, at will. It's all very creepy.

"So, if she's not in…" I ask as we enter her room, "do you want to try out your new mattress?" I say as I lay down on the bed, to test out its springiness.

"Christian, we don't have time and I need to take a shower, as I don't want to mess up your car any more than I already have. If you want, you can come in with me," she says, as she moves about the room getting out the new clothes she's gonna change into.

-o-

She has already undressed and is under the flow of water when I come up behind her and place my hand on her shoulder, hoping to pull her around. As she turns, I gently kiss her where my hand has been and I taste the sweetness of the icing again, which is now dried up and stuck fast. "If something was ever to happen to you because of me…"

"It won't. Nothing's gonna happen to me. I'm invincible." She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. It's gentle and slow and I find that I like this casual pace. She breaks the kiss and looks up at me, her eyes wandering my face with something that I can only describe as longing, but it's not lust, it's something else.

"What do you want, Ana?" I ask, my voice is but a whisper. I feel weak under her intense gaze.

"I want… all of you."

I push her back against the wall, as my hands wander her body and they quickly find their safe haven between her legs. Her eyes flutter shut and her head tilts to the side as she starts to absorb my touch. This allows me to attack her throat, eager to nip and bite her wet flesh. I wish she could touch me and roam over my body without the worry of my body abhorrence issues. How I long for her hands to trespass into my forbidden zone. Her fingers gliding carelessly through the hairs upon my chest and to pinch my nipples until I cum.

She looks at me once more. "Make love to me, Christian," she breathes out through her heady state.

I can't remove my eyes from hers, as she looks longingly at me. Those intense blue orbs sparkling like the sun on a tropical ocean that's rippling in a gentle breeze. They are made even bluer, by the expanse of chocolate that has covered her face. The water doesn't seem to be washing it off and I wonder if it's stained her skin. I'll have to start calling her 'my little oompa loompa' if she's stuck with it.

Hey? Rewind a bit. Did she just say make love?Mmm… I can do that.

I take her hands and lead her to the bed as I walk backward into the room. My calves hit the bed-base and I fall back into the center of the mattress, pulling Ana with me. She moves to straddle my lap and I can feel her wet pussy against my cock. Fucking hell, this is so intense. I've never had a girl on top before, let alone one so enticing as my sweet Ana. "Touch me," I plead. My voice is weak but audible. She doesn't know whether to or not, so I grab her hands and place them on my chest. "Ana, I place your hands against my heart, a heart that I never knew I had until I met you. I know that we've only known each other a little over a week, but I think that I've fallen madly in love with you. I can't think about anything except you. I can't eat or sleep and I find my mind wandering constantly throughout the day, and it always ends up with you."

She gazes back at me from above. I see her tears well up in her eyes. Is she upset with what I just said?

Oh, what is she thinking? Ana, please say something. I've just declared myself to you.

She finally smiles back at me. "Oh, Christian. I lo…"

-o-

"Christian!… CHRISTIAN!… WAKE UP!" I suddenly find myself being shaken and sit up, but my forehead collides with Ana's, as she was leaning over me.

"What the fuck!… Huh?" I see she's now flat out on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. "Baby? Are you alright?" I am now the one hovering over her but keep my distance in case it happens again and we end up like some sort of Newtons Cradle.

"You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. I thought you wanted to take a shower with me." She explains as she sits up. She gets up and takes a leisurely walk over to the chest of drawers, where she's already pulled out clean underwear.

"Are you sure you're okay from the fall?"

"Yeah, you know me and falling over. I'm fine. Not even a splinter this time."

"Any headaches and you let me know, yeah?"

"Yes, sir!" She turns and gives me a saucy salute. Think that may deserve a punishment at some point over the weekend. She's being cheeky and I like it, as it gives me an excuse to redden that peachy rump of hers.

"So, how long was sir out for the count then?" I say looking at what's on top of the drawers.

MmmBlack lace. :)

I remember sitting down, whilst she sorted out her bathrobe and such. How could I fall to sleep so quickly? "Only ten minutes. So, you coming in?" I blink a few times to get my thoughts out of her black lace undies and turn to see her standing there naked.God, how I Shit! I just remembered the dream, I said I loved her and allowed her to touch me! I can't dwell on that at the moment, as Ana takes my hand and leads us both into the shower cubicle. I peer down at her and see the mess that she's in. Her hair, the chocolate, which now makes her look like a mud wrestler rather than an oompa loompa. "Oh, my sweet Ana. I can't believe she did this to you."

"It doesn't matter anymore. It's over," she states matter of factually as she hands me the shampoo to wash my hair.

"It's not, baby. She did this because of us… because of me being with you. She's one jealous whore and I can't believe she stooped this low to make a point… How can I ever make amends for such behavior?"

Huh? I sound like Matthew MacFadyen.[1]

"What is it that you wanted to tell me? Your connection... You mentioned it earlier." Ana meets my gaze and I feel their piercing effect instantly, then realize that I have shampoo in my eyes. "Shit! Ah! Help! I got soap suds in my eyeballs!" I jump about the place like a cat on a hot tin roof. I forgot that not everyone buys baby tear-free shampoo. "Ah! It hurts. Grrrr!"

"Keep still, Christian." Ana has the hand shower in her grasp and aims it at my face. "Open your eyes."

"I can't." My eyes are scrunched up and I'm too scared to prize them open.

"Christian, you're being a baby. God help you if you were a female and had to contend with monthlies, every month."

"Yeah, good job I'm not, or 'us' wouldn't have happened… Not unless we were both gay, and if I wasn't I'm sure I could make an exception." I finally manage to open my eyes and the water helps, but they're still sore from the bloodshot veins.

After a few minutes of recuperation and a soothing cuddle, I take a deep breath before telling her about Mrs Lincoln. "Darling, Elena is in the same lifestyle as me… She… She…" Blast, I can't say it. How the heck am I to explain that I had a six-year relationship with a middle aged woman when I was still illegal?

"She was your first sub?" My face snaps to hers at her question. I can't have her thinking that. Good God! Elena a sub‽ The only person she subbed for was her husband and even she couldn't top him from the bottom. We all looked up to Eric as the King and he was known around the scene as 'KingDom'. But then that respect quickly vanished when he beat his wife to a pulp and threatened me with a sawn-off shotgun. I knew it wouldn't have come to much, as the stupid fool cut off the stock instead of the barrels, but it was the thought that counted.

"No… Shit Ana, she was my first ever. I was her submissive from the age of fifteen. She was the dominant one in the relationship if you could call it one."

"OMG! She raped you! She's a Paedo!" She pulls me to her, telling me that she's sorry for me. "Are you okay? Let me look at you." She pushes me away, with my head firmly grasped in her hands and moves it around to inspect my face.

You should be inspecting my gonads and backend, not my head.

"Yes. It ended seven years ago."

"Fucking hell!" she snorts. I can see she's totting up the years in her head.

"Six, Ana. Nearly six years, all but a month."

"But she's an old trout! What a way to lose your virginity. I thought that would have put you right off sex for life."

I laugh at the thought. Me without a sex life? I must admit that Elena was pretty used and abused down there, by the time I got to her. But I attributed it to all the things she must have had rammed into her throughout her life. Even Linc, her ex-husband, was known to take home the odd marrow or two. At least her slackness allowed me to fuck her for an hour or so until I was told to cum. I would then think of Ricki Lake in Hairspray at that moment so that I could ejaculate on command. I shake my head of those sickening thoughts. That is Elena and her saggy pussy, not Ricki Lake. "Can I wash this off?" I ask as I take the soapy natural yellow sponge from her grasp and squish it a few times to lather it up.

"Yes, but please don't stray from the lines."

Huh? What lines? Does she mean the red welt marks formed from her bra?

I run the sponge down the sides of her body, back and forth, across her stomach to where the bulk of the icing has settled. I quickly dip my finger into her innie belly button and move the suds around. Mother always taught me to get into all the nooks and crannies. I look up and notice that Ana is wincing as I wash away. "What's the matter, baby?"

"I forgot, that particular sponge is full of sand scrub and you're not being very gentle." Fuck, I've hurt her. I throw the thing down on the floor and grab the Dove bar from the shelf. My lathered up hands are now free to gently roam and they glide easily over her slickened, soft flesh. I press my hands into the skin on her breasts where my fingertips mold her rounded apple dumplings, denting the flexible, pliant surface as I squeeze. She's lost in the intense pleasure that my touch has on her. My hand wanders down between her legs and she falls back against the wall when my soapy fingers push into her folds and start to caress her clit. Within a few minutes, we've left the shower behind, in favor of her bed. She has hold of the iron bars to her headboard and her legs are so wide, that she has hooked her heels over the sides of the mattress. There she lays, flat out on the mattress, waiting for me to do whatever I want, so long as it doesn't take more than the fifteen minutes that she's designated for this segment of the story.

The way I'm feeling I can come in less than a minute, but I really shouldn't admit that aloud or I'll be diagnosed with premature ejaculation and be advised to wear condoms so that I am less sensitive. I ain't wearing those fuckers. No way, Jose… JoseFuck! I need to sort him out too at some point, but not sure what his punishment should be.

Within a few minutes, I am deep inside of her tightness and giving it all that I have. The bed is making a ruckus as the spring base pings and twangs on each thrust. I chuckle at the fact that if Kate was here, she'd have to put up with all the sex noises WE are making.

I can feel my baby begin to tremble and I sense that she's snapped inside and quickly riding that final stage to her climax. Her hands fly towards me but land on my biceps, grasping at my skin as she arches her back. This allows me to suckle on her bosoms, which have been thrust up into my face. The addition of my teeth alternatively pulling at her nipples makes her scream out, and I feel a sudden gush of wetness cover me as she convulses and grips me tight. I make one final thrust into her and immerse my head between her jugs. My face is pressed into her cleavage, where I cry out my own release into 'Mammary Valley.'

I don't move as I attempt to catch my breath. My cheek is resting on her left breast when I feel her hands come around my neck and her fingers dip into my hair. I look up at her and smile. "I knew you would get your own way, Mr Grey." I continue to grin. I'm so happy and I suddenly feel a warm glow rush throughout my body.

Could my dream be true? Is this it?


[1] Taken from the end of Pride and Prejudice starring Matthew MacFadyen and Keira Knightly. See pinterest for you tube clip.