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"The Phrantom Flizzy Snicker"
Friday 13th May 2011
Christian's POV

Ana looks a picture in her fluffy bathrobe. Frank has just left after cutting and styling her hair. He said it can't be recolored for at least a week, so he will make an arrangement to revisit at some point. At least she still has some length to her hair as it falls just below her shoulders. "You look lovely." I'm standing behind her as she faces the full-length mirror in her dressing room when I tug her robe from her shoulder and kiss her now exposed skin.

"But I don't look like me anymore."

"Yes you do, just a slightly different you. But you're still you, baby," I reply as I kiss the dip in her neck. She shivers.

"You like it then?" Her voice is just a breath as her head tilts back against my shoulder.

"Yeah," I confirm as I kiss her cheek and take her into my arms from behind. My hand dips into the front of her robe, where I grab one of her breasts and I feel her weight on my chest as she slumps back. I notice again that I don't flinch.

"But…. but I liked… my hair." Her ass is pressing into me and I start to grind into her.

"Then grow it back. Darling, I don't mind either way."

Shit! She's grinding back… Control Grey. Keep your head about you and don't let your cock overpower your brain.

"It's your hair and even though I'm rather dictatorial, I won't… I won't tell you how you should look. Unless you're… in the playroom."

Then I want you naked. Fucking hell. Her robe is hanging off of her as it is and she's not wearing anything underneath.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself. My hand is still fixed to her left breast and I try to remove it, but it seems to be glued in place and all I seem to be able to do is squeeze it.

"Do… do you want me naked and waiting for you upstairs… sir." Dear God! Is she trying to test me? Can she read my thoughts? I want to take my time with her and it's late. I'm not gonna rush anything tonight, even if Ana is halfway to an orgasm and I'm so turned on.

"As much as I would love to, baby, it's late now and we've both had rather an eventful day. But there's nothing to stop us from making out on the couch in front of the TV. I'd like to take my time with you upstairs tomorrow morning."

And we can just get in a quickie on the couch.

She agrees and I take Ana to the TV room, which is more like a private cinema. "Wow, Christian! You have a popcorn machine and a cotton candy maker!" She runs over and takes a look at the contraption, ignoring the fifteen foot TV screen and mini-bar. Her aroused state is now replaced by something resembling a kid in a candy store. "Can we have some now, please?" She asks as she spies the tray full of butter flavored popcorn. I'm thankful Mrs Jones made it whilst Ana was with Frank. I wouldn't have a clue how to use the machine and understand that it can get rather hot and it's best that a responsible adult takes charge.

Ana's POV

I'm sitting on the couch, munching away on a bucket of popcorn. It's just like the stuff you get from the cinema.

"Care for some fizzy?" Christian asks. I expect a glass of coke, but he hands me a champagne flute full of what I would imagine is quite expensive bubbly.

I take a sip and it fizzes on my tongue. "Wow, this is very fizzy fizzy."

"It's champagne, babe. I thought we could celebrate."

"Celebrate?… What are we celebrating?"

"Our one week anniversary." He comes and sits down beside me and my heart starts to pound when he puts his hand on the inside of my thigh. My bathrobe has opened up at the front as I'm sitting rather unladylike on the couch. "I thought we needed it. I'm not one for over-indulging, but feel we could do with something to relax us both."

Oh, Christian. If you continue to run your fingertips around in circles on my flesh, I doubt there will be any relaxing around here.

"You want to get me drunk?"

"Not necessarily. Just enough to loosen those muscles."

I gulp down the contents of my glass and hand it back to Christian. "So, if I get tipsy, will you take advantage of me?"

"Possibly, but I don't want you to be so drunk you don't know what you are doing… Necrophilia isn't my thing. I like my woman responsive… more than responsive, I like her begging." I don't mind begging. In fact, I want to beg now. I can do the 'on my knees' thing and at the same time, I could suck his cock. There's nothing like multitasking when the going gets tough. He refills my glass and I take another large mouthful and before I notice, my glass is empty again.

"Zo, Chrizjen, ya wanna d-hoo what?"

"You heard."

He's laughing at me. I know he's laughing at me. What's he laughing at?

"Woz zo fnunny?"

"You are, baby." He takes the empty glass from my hands…

"Hey, who dwank my flizzy again? We got a phrantom flizzy snicker round here." I look around to see if there is anyone else in the room, but it's dead silent other than my heavy breathing. He puts the glass down on the table. I'm puzzled as to why I can't have my drink back. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto the couch so that he's above me. "Fancy a smooch?"

"Ha smooch h'anda poke," I giggle. "Joo gonna stick tha pokie thing h'in me?"

"Only if you want me to. Do you want me, Ana?"

"Yesh pweaze. Can joo h'eat me virst?"

"Heat you? You're hot enough, baby." He pulls at my robe belt and it comes undone and falls apart. I feel his hand run down my body and to between my legs, as he suckles on my breasts and pulling at my nipples.

"Nooooooooooo! H'eat me! H'eat my fagi-voo-voo… 'hI mean ma vagi-foo-foo… pweaze." It's time for begging.

"All in good time, Miss Steele." He's laughing at me again.

"Chrizjen?"

"Mm." Shit, he's rubbing my p-spot… No! I mean my g-spot with his fingers.

"Whyze joo larfin h'at me?"

"I'm not. I'm smiling as I'm so happy."

"Then h'eat me h'up."

"Ana, I wanted to do that tomorrow in the playroom."

"Take me dare.. Now!"

"Oh? Are you topping me, Miss Steele?" He's raised his brow.

"Huh, what'z hup with your highbrow?… I want ta playvroom, now!" I pinch the hairs on his brow and pull it down again, but he shakes his head and I release my grip.

"You're positive you want this?"

"Yesh. Jusht get me h'up doze shtairz, Marzder Gwey."

"Yes ma'am!" He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet, but I'm a bit weak on my legs.

"Whyze the vroom shpinning?"

"It's not. You're swaying. Are you sure you want to do this? I can easily put you to bed and we can carry on tomorrow."

"Shtop h'arsking me dat! I want joo hupstarze hin vivdeen minitz." I say firmly as I point my finger in the air, but then start dancing to a stray tune in my head.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive…

"Ahhhhhhh!" Christian has lifted me up and flung me over his shoulder. "Chrizjen, I h'will break ya back. Pud me dh'own!" He slaps my ass and I immediately go into passive sub mode.

As we move into the great room, I spy Mrs Jones still in the kitchen. She looks quite chunky in that dress she's wearing. I should give her a few tips on how to look slimmer with darker colors. I look up and wave at her, but she just stands there staring at me. I'm sure it's because she's surprised that Christian can carry me like this. Maybe he should enter into one of these weightlifting competitions you see on TV.

"H'are joo gonna pwunizz me, marzder?"

"Why do you ask? Have you been a naughty girl?"

"Maybe?" I giggle. "Dooze h'I need ta be naughty?"

"Yes…. Well, there was that saucy salute you did earlier, but think I can ignore that as you did good in the end and pleased me."

"Did h'I?" I pull a gurney face in an attempt to remember what I did, but for the life of me I ain't got a clue.

"You let me fuck you on your bed."

But I want to be spanked and huff my annoyance. As he takes the stairs, I notice the edge of his Calven Klein's, which has just poked out from the back of his pants and I have an idea. I have a strong desire to give him a wedgie.

"You dare?!"

"Will h'I be punizzed, zir?"

"No, but I may drop you instead. It's dangerous on the stairs. Behave!"

"Ho-kay," I pout. Maybe a little fondle instead. My fingers disappear into his briefs and I find his crack. "Woo mazder like a feenga h'up ya bum?"

"NO!" he commands and slaps my ass, letting me know he means business.

Christian's POV

We're in the playroom and I've set Ana down on her feet, but she's holding onto the bedpost to keep herself from tipping over.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yesh. How mini more chimes joo I hafta say?" She looks back at me with her pleading eyes. She looks so adorable. I can't deny her anything, so tell her to lay down on the pink Tally ho chair. She makes her way to the chair, but she tries to mount it like a horse.

"No, babe. Not like that."

"But h'izn't it spozta be like riding a horzie?"

"Yes, but were not fucking on it, not yet, anyway… Sit in the middle as if it's a bench, then swing your legs around, pivoting your body and lay down," I instruct. She does this with quite a bit of finesse, considering she's half way to completely drunk. I'm a bit concerned that she may be too inebriated, but she's pleaded with me for the past ten minutes. I hear a rather loud squeak of the leather as her ass pivots upon the upholstery.

"Dat wazhunt me."

"I know baby, it was the leather. Now lay back," I say as I move over to the bondage drawer. I want her bound and not be able to move, so I grab a half dozen silk scarves. These will be less harsh on her skin than the ropes. I also grab a thrusting vibrator and a blindfold.

"Hooooh! Thoze h'are nize. Can I blorrow dat one h'after. It'll go well wiv ma gween dwezz." I can't believe she's wanting to borrow the restraints as a fashion accessory, but then again, thisis Ana.

"Hush! Do not talk unless you have been given permission!" I say abruptly. She's giving me a bit of lip tonight, but that's because of the drink. I must admit that I do enjoy her sharp tongue, but it shouldn't be in here. She sucks on her bottom lip and I have an urge, so I bend forward and suck it out of the grasp of her teeth. She looks up at me as I move away and her eyes are alive with mischief. "Behave, Ana." I chastise, but there is an edge of playfulness to my voice and I fail to hold back a slight smile.

I tie each wrist and ankle to the chair's frame, but also her knees so that she's spread eagled. "I'm gonna blindfold you now," I say, but she's hesitant for some reason. "What's wrong?"

"I'ma shcared ov ta dark."

"You're not in the dark, your eyes are covered."

"But, my highballz junt know dat."

"But, what do you do when you're asleep?"

"Well, my highballz h'are ashleep too, zo they junt know h'itz dark. J'ave h'any lace?"

"Lace? What do you take me for, some sort of haberdashery?… Hang on," I say when I remember her stockings in the subs room. I go and grab one and when I come back, I hear Ana humming to herself. I'm sure it's an old 70's BeeGees tune.

I pull the black stocking over her head as she continues to hum. "Be quiet, Ana!" She stops and looks up at me through the sheerness of the 15 denier fabric. She can still partially see, but it's so obscure that she cannot make out details. "Better?"

"Yesh, zir! But h'I bet h'I look a right ninny-ploop."

"You look like a bank robber, but I won't be looking at your face, sweetheart," I state. My voice is hoarse with some degree of need as I'm about to fulfill my delayed gratification that I've been yearning for all week.

I take my seat between her legs and pause, giving her time for her impatience to build. Her breathing accelerates and she starts to fidget. "Why h'are we waitin', Could be mastie-blatin', Oh, why h'are we wayayayaitin', zo fuuuuuuck-ing looong."[1]

"Ana!" I shout. She needs to learn control. She immediately quietens, but I hear a giggle. "Do you want me to carry on?"

"Pweaze. I jijunt mean it, zir."

As I move to start my slow maneuver towards home, she lets out a whimper. I'm sure she can sense that I'm close to her. I start to bite and nip at the insides of her thighs, she almost convulses off of the chair at the contact. I tell her to keep still and continue my way up her left thigh and when I get to the top, I move over to the other leg and start over again from just above her knee. I hear Ana let out a huff of frustration and I smile to myself.

Not yet, babe. All in good time.

I get to her pussy once more, after biting and sucking her soft flesh on the inside of her thigh and I stop. I blow along her slit and she cries out. "Hush!" To calm herself she pants, but I notice her jugs are wobbling and I want so desperately to grab onto them as I sink my head into her folds, but I resist.

Here goes, Grey.

I take my first lap of her pussy. My god, she's so delicious and soft. My tongue circles around her clit and I grab the thrusting vibrator from the table next to me. She's so wet that I don't need any lube and push it into her easily before I turn it on. As I flick the switch, Ana tenses up and cries out. I hold it in place, as these thrusting toys have a tendency to push themselves out. I can now go back to munching on my sub. Ana is still wriggling about and I almost slap her, but I know something that will keep her still. "Ana, if you don't keep still, I'll stick you in a vacrack." This stops her instantly, but I think she's panicking as she's tensed up. I may have overdone the threats. "Do you want to watch?" I ask, my tone is more playful, hoping to soothe her anxiety. Plus, I want to see her watching me as I feast from her.

"Yesh pweaze." I grab the foot of the stocking, which is dangling down the side of the chair and pull. As she looks down at me I return to what I'm doing. Our eyes are locked on each other as I stick my tongue out. It's wide, flat and soft. I just hold it there, close to her center, waiting for her to start moaning her annoyance again. "Marzder… pweaze!" She starts to pout once more and I glide the full width of my tongue along her folds with an exaggerated lap, and a deep moan starts to form in her throat as she watches me. I know she's close to combusting.

"Not yet, Ana. Hold back." I go back to feasting and the sounds of my tongue lapping at her meaty flesh fills the room. What with my heavy breathing through my nose, I sound like a dog licking his balls.

I want to fondle those jugs, so I manage to hold the vibrator in with my chin, as I continually lick and slurp at her. Her juices are flowing quicker than I can clean her up and my face is covered with her slickness.

I grab her mounds, where I pull and tease her nipples and she starts to tremble. She's all sensations. The thrusting vibrator, my munching at her core and my hands on her mountains along with being bound are too much and she cums in my face. I can feel her clit pulsating on my tongue and I have to close my eyes and tense up to stop myself from squirting in my pants. As I do, my chin shifts from its position at her entrance and the fucking vibrator flies out and hits me in the chest.

I need to be inside of her, so I stand up, pull down my pants and slam my way home, whilst she's still riding out her orgasm. She's slick and wet and tight. "Babe, this is gonna be quick, as I don't think I can hold out. I want you to cum again for me." I close my eyes and pound into her over and over again. The sound of my body slapping against her wet skin isn't helping in my attempt to drag this out, but I continue at my relentless pace. I feel her start to tighten once more and she's heading towards her utopia again, and it's only a matter of a minute before she yells out some garbled words. That's it and I'm done. My body stiffens and I shoot into her depths over and over again.

I'm still inside of her when I start to kiss my way up her body, from her breasts to her throat. "Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?"

She doesn't say a word but gives me a bliss induced smile.

Yep, think that hit the spot.

[1] Beer swilling chant sung to the tune of "Oh, Come All Ye Faithful"