A/N – Apologies this is late! Thank you for reading and for the feedback. Enjoy :) Camilla 'Millie' Rose. Xx.

PLEASURE

"Are you sure about this?" Christian looks up at me from between my legs.

"Yes," I'm breathless, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Ana," he eyes me.

I know he doesn't want me to regret anything and I won't.

"I trust you." I stroke his cheek. "Please, Christian." I whisper, my nail softly scraping the line of his jaw as it travels to the corner of his mouth. I caress his lips softly with the pad of my thumb. "I trust you." I look straight into his eyes.

I smile when he kisses the inside of my thigh repeatedly, moaning when he nips the tender flesh. I bite my lip to keep myself contained . . . it's been so long.

He spreads my knees wide, opening my legs widely and exposing my dripping wet body to him. He smiles at the sight of me. His lips tease my inner thighs, teeth softly scraping along the flesh from my knee to the apex of my thigh before being pulled back just as I think he's going to kiss me where I want it the most. I whimper in frustration, his big hands holding down my bucking hips as I start to wither in need.

"Please," I beg, breathlessly.

"All in good time, Ana." he chimes with a smile as his tongue traces aimless patterns around my thighs.

I pulse with need, an overwhelming feeling of lust and pleasure thumping at my core. My head is thrown back against the pillows as I feel his thumb inching closer to my heat. I gasp as he flicks it over my entrance and spreads my wetness all around, massaging my clit with rhythmic circles.

"Christian." I bite my lip as he pushes a finger inside.

I watch as his head slowly dips, gasping when his tongue makes contact with me. He simply licks me, tasting my core. He starts off slow, teasing me by running his tongue along the outer corners and finally finding my clit. I whimper in protest when he pulls his lips away from me. Teasing me.

He pumps his index finger in and out, my hips buckling under the restraint of his arms as his lips latch onto me. I moan as his tongue swirls around my sensitive core, spreading my wet pleasure all around and softly sucking me as he tastes me for the first time. My hands find his hair and knot themselves in his locks as he slides a second finger in me. I tug the hair at the nape of his neck, whimpering loud as the kicks of pleasure get more intense, his tongue devouring me.

"Christian," I warn, feeling my walls clenching as I come undone. I moan as I crash down on his fingers and come hard against his working tongue.

He crawls back up my withering body, on all fours, and looks down at me. His eyes are soft, watching my body come down from my high. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my thighs squeeze together and release as the shock waves clench and subside.

"How was that?" he asks with lips that are shining with my pleasure. Oh my . . .

"Amazing." I'm breathless.

"You're a sight to see, Anastasia." he smiles as he leans down and presses a kiss to the nipple of my breast while pressing his hard bulge against my stomach.

I moan against his actions, "Christian," I whimper.

"You want more?" his eyes scan mine.

I bite my lip, "Yes . . . but," I blush.

He smiles in knowing. "We don't have to go the whole way." he whispers delicately into my ear and then kisses my flaming hot cheeks.

"I want to." I speak the truth. "There's just no commitment between us. I don't do the casual sex thing." I admit, hoping it won't be a dampener on his fire. Telling a man you're not going to give him sex easily can sometimes be a turn-off. And half the time they take note of the fact and walk away. "And . . . I'm not on birth control. The last thing I want to do right now is get pregnant." I gulp at the thought.

He kisses my forehead. "You don't need to explain yourself or justify anything."

"I don't want you to think I don't want you." I pout.

He pecks my lips, "I know you want me. You're pouring wet for me between your legs."

"You turn me on." I blush crimson. My whole body heating under his eyes.

"Ditto." he presses into me again.

I giggle, clamping down on my bottom lip as I let my hand wander. "Why don't you take a turn at lying down?" I offer.

"You sure?" he mumbles while we switch positions.

I straddle his hips and place my hands on his chest. "Yes. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable." I promise. "I'm not going to hurt you, right? You're hip isn't too sore, is it?" I'm concerned. I don't want this first time to go down as an embarrassing story. The thought of making too harsh of a movement and paining him so much we have to stop is something I don't think I could live down.

"You won't hurt me. Between the pain medication and the way I'm lying, I'm good." he strokes my cheek.

"Tell me, though. I want to know if you get sore." I softly rub his hip.

"I'll tell you." he rests back comfortably as I make a move on his chest.

My lips place kisses all over, delicately sucking on different patches of flesh under his collarbones. I suck and softly nip at his nipples, swirling my tongue around the rough hard flesh of his muscles. I kiss his sternum and start going lower, my nails scraping up and down his torso in aimless patterns. I grin in satisfaction as goosebumps break out across his flesh and he grinds into me.

"Can you just wait for one second?" he asks, catching my arms as I start to travel south.

My eyebrows knit together in confusion. He's stopping me . . .

I look at him expectantly, waiting for an answer that'll explain his hesitations.

"Something you said earlier is bothering me." he confesses.

"What did I say?" I don't think I said anything that could upset him.

"You told me that we don't have any commitment between us," he starts.

"We don't."

"Well, do you want that to change? I already think of you as mine. I'm sure you can tell I'm already pretty territorial, anyone within a foot of you that has an interest I'm chasing them away." he speaks fast, and I'm starting to realize he's nervous.

Maybe he thinks I'll reject him? Will I? Can I do this? His work, the dirty business, can I be with somebody that does that? Even when I know his past will most likely redeem him, I have a gut feeling it will. I can see he's anchored by something. Stuck in a difficult situation that he can't let go of.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I mumble out in awe. He wants me.

"Yes."

"And all of the other women, even those around you who work for you, are in the past?" I check. Elena comes to mind. I don't want him around her. Not when she flirts and latches onto him in such a suggestive way.

"Anastasia, there's only you. Elena is the only person in my present life that I have history with, and that's exactly what it is; history. She works around me, not with me. I'm going to have to see her from time to time, I won't lie to you. But, I'm not interested in anyone else but you. She's not someone I find attractive at all." He says, sitting up so that we're face to face.

"You got with her, Christian. How can you not be attracted?"

He strokes my cheek. "She's older, Ana. Call it experimenting, if you will."

"You wanted to know what getting with an older woman was like?" My eyes go wide. He's a little kinky.

Christian shrugs. "It was nothing really. And not that good, either."

"Humor me, why was't it good?" I ask, more to understand what not to do when we eventually do it.

"You really want to know?" his eyes are wide.

"Yes."

"Most women would be smacking the ass of their man for even speaking about another woman. And you're wanting to listen to me talk about sex with another woman?" his eyebrows raise.

"You're the one in my bed right now. I trust your words when you say she's history. And, you can save the graphic details. I just want to understand why someone like her doesn't edge up to the plate." I stroke my hand through his hair.

Christian sighs. "I won't get in trouble for speaking about her?"

I laugh lightly. "No. I won't be upset with you, not unless you go and see her again."

"That'll never happen."

"Then tell me," I urge.

"She's fake for one. Her boobs were harsh and unnatural and stiff. It was uncomfortable, more an obstacle in the way that I had no hope in hell of getting around. And she did all this porno shit, fake moans, fake responses, fake facial expressions that were forced and over exaggerated." his face turns to disgust as he thinks about it.

"You like natural." I conclude.

"Yes." he smiles. "That's why I'm so drawn to you. I find you so sexy. You're responses are real. It's arousing."

"How so?" I start kissing his neck, my hands in his hair as I softly tug against the roots.

"Mm." he moans. "The way you cross your ankles and press your thighs together when you're horny. How you bite your lip when I tease you. " he lists, "Anastasia," he whimpers as I start traveling south.

"Christian," I look back up at him from under my eyelashes.

My fingers delicately dance between his hipbones, drawing patterns back and forth and occasionally slipping under the band of his suit pants. I bite my lip in want as I watch the large bulge straining against the material that keeps it captive. I unhook his belt and pull it so harshly from his hips that it whips the air. Christian grunts and grimaces slightly.

"Shit," his sore hip. "Sorry." I lean up and stroke his cheek, looking in his eyes.

"That was really sexy." he admits with heat behind his eyes.

"Are you hurt?" I blush against his comment.

"The complete opposite." he assures with a grin, "Just a little tender." he shrugs.

I press my lips against his, "I'll be careful." I promise, going lower again.

I run my hand over the material of his boxers, cupping the bulge and delicately squeezing him in my hand. I rub his long thick shaft, getting to know his shape before peeling his boxers from around him. My eyes go a little wide at the sight of him. He's bigger than what I've had. Sexier.

I scrape my fingernails across the inside of his hairy thigh, circling up and down as my tongue trails the delicate flesh between his hipbones. I watch in satisfaction as his cock throbs against my teasing movements, Christian's hands gripping the pillow on either side of his head.

I move my index finger up over his hipbone and trace it down to his inner groin, letting my nail leave a sweet bite behind itself as I move past his cock; teasing.

"Ana," he moans.

"Mm." I respond, humming back.

I smile as I brush my hand over his shaft, barely touching him, as his cock eagerly bobs and follows my sweet torture and begs for my hand to hold him firmly.

"Well, well, well," I giggle delicately in delight. "Look who has control of you." I whisper into his ear, tracing the shell with my tongue and harshly nipping the lobe.

"Ah," Christian cries. "Fuck." he mutters under his breath.

"Tell me what you want, Mr. Grey." I demand, our eyes locking together.

"Take me in your mouth, Anastasia." he orders.

I bite my lip against his words to fight against the moan building in my throat. My pussy clenches at his words, throbbing for any kind of friction, but I refrain from that as I start lowering my head against his body.

I softly run my tongue up the underside of his cock and stop when getting to the tip, I pull back a little, letting him free as I scrape my nail up his shaft again. I smile as he sways unprompted against my movements, guttural moans sounding out from christian. They sound so full of need and urgency.

I take him into my hands, firmly, circling my thumb and forefinger and capturing him in the hole I create. I twist my hand back and forth as I pump his shaft, my tongue flicking the tip of his dick and swirling every time my hand connects with the top of him.

"Fuck, Ana." he roars.

I suck harder, pull him harshly into my mouth before releasing him out and then repeating my movements over and over again, pumping him.

"Ana," he warns, a pleasure building in the base of his throat.

I smile against the urgency in his voice, his core shaking with the climax threatening to shatter within him. Swirling my wet sloppy tongue over his is his undoing, his creamy cum hitting the back of my throat.

I hum, he tastes good.

I sit up and wipe the corners of my mouth, squealing in delight as he flips us and pins me to the mattress.

"Anastasia, you will ruin me." his voice is full of desire and want.

I giggle against him and moan as he kisses my neck, nipping and suckling my sweet spot.

"Where did you learn to do that?" he questions, he places his hand over my mouth. "Never mind, don't answer that." he growls when I try to say something.

"I was going to respond with; instinct. I follow how your body reacts to me." I eye him.

He kisses my lips softly as he rolls on top of me and snuggles into my arms.

We lay in the dark, comfortable in each others arms after showering each other with loving affection. My heart thrums against my chest, beating so loud I can hear it against my ears. My hands are aimlessly drawing patters against the soft skin of Christian's back, his purrs pleasuring my ears.

I kiss his forehead, smiling shyly at him as I nuzzle my face into his warm neck and kiss him over his jugular. I feel his hip jerk again, a slight involuntary movement that bounces us softly.

"I don't want to nag you about anything. And I understand if you don't want to tell me everything about your past and the dark side of your business. I get it, it's going to take time for you to share all of that with me. But, I do have one question that I really would like for you to answer." I stroke his cheek adoringly, keeping his eyes to mine as I speak.

"What's the question?" he stares at me in the dark.

I run my hand through his hair. "What happened to your leg?"

His eyes search mine, slightly wide and hesitant. "You want to know?"

"Very much so." I hold him to me. I stroke the nape of his neck, "Only if you want to tell me." I assure.

"I lied before. It wasn't an accident." he offers.

"I know."

He sighs. "If I tell you, you won't ask me any further questions? You'll bite your tongue?"

"I won't ask questions." I promise.

His eyes flicker away from mine and I'm surprised when he suddenly cuddles into me, holding me tight as he lays his head on my bare chest, his lips at my neck as his arms wrap around me. He's snuggling into me, not wanting to look me in the eyes.

"My parents weren't exactly great." his tone is stiff. "Probably the worst parents any child could have. They both had their . . . problems. Both incredibly inept when it came to parenting. They didn't know how to lead or love, let alone raise a child. Every touch I knew for the first eight years of my life was harsh. No affection, just a slap across the face, a rough shove against a wall, or, a blow to the legs." he says, my arms tight around his as he speaks.

"I was born an addict. My mother was addicted to narcotics and used throughout her pregnancy, which caused me nerve damage in my right leg, my hip being part of the problem. I got a lot of therapy during my teen years which has helped. But, when I was younger I used to have to walk with a leg support. It was the only way I could get around. The nerve damage was bad and sometimes still is, very painful. The abuse they showed me didn't help.

"Anytime they wanted me to stop playing like a normal child, anytime they wanted to get high, or, leave the house, they'd just take off the leg support and wallop me straight where the doctors marked my weakest point. The kick would hit against the nerves and I'd be left rolling around in pain. Unable to walk." he sighs. "I got taken off my father at the age of eight after a doctor noticed the abuse. That's how I ended up in foster care that lead me to private school." he shrugs, his chin resting on my chest as he looks up to see my reaction.

"Don't cry for me, Ana." he whispers, his thumb clearing the tears that fall from my cheeks.

"That's awful, Christian." I cry. "Oh, Christian. You poor boy." I hug him tight.

"Ana, it's long over."

"It should never have happened." I whimper, stroking his cheek so tenderly.

From one abused person to another, I know exactly how that must have felt. I just can't imagine it happening to me as a child, let alone it being one of my parents. I don't think I'd ever be able to look at my mother the same if she hit me.

"No, it shouldn't have. But, it did. And it's over. I've moved on." he promises.

"Your still in pain, though. Physically." I frown.

"As are you, Anastasia. Emotionally." he retorts. "And just like you, I don't let it define me. It's apart of me, but I never let it consume me. We both deal with our past everyday. Not that we think about the past or the people in it, but just like the way you subconsciously look over your shoulder when you walk or are ultra-sensitive to who's around you, is exactly the same as my leg involuntarily twitching or the nerves getting sore and needing treatment. We deal with it and we don't let it drag us down." he kisses my scar, his lips tracing it's shape before pressing down at it's center.

I pull his face back to mine, dominating his lips.

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Thank you all for reading and for the feedback. See you next week. Xx. Camilla 'Millie' Rose.