A/N: This one's for Miss Ebony! ;)
I was really hoping that more of you would have caught Jesse Ward in the last chapter. Heather Ellesley has introduced me to the 'This Man' series and I've also fallen in love with Jesse Ward. ;) If you need a new read, I highly recommend it. FSoG will always be my favorite just because of Jamie Dornan as Christian, but Jesse Ward is in close second.
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It's Friday night, half past six and I'm still at work. I have a meeting with a client first thing Monday morning and I need to get through this contract before then. I haven't been in much of a hurry, because tonight I go to Elliot's to spend the evening with him and Ethan while the girls are out for Kate's bachelorette party. I don't know why the fuck she feels the need to party when she's pregnant. I know I need to try harder with them, so I gifted the girls an evening at the spa to get prepped for the party and had even put in reservations for both my restaurant and club so that they'd get the royal treatment. I hate that I can't have my Ana tonight, but she's been so excited all week about it, I know that I can't pout about it. If I do, I know she'll find a reason not to go and stay home. I can't do that to her.
I rub my eyes and give up on the thick contract. I'll just have to bring it home with me. Ever since Anastasia moved in, I hate having to bring work home on the weekends, but sometimes it can't be avoided. I stick it in a manila envelope and shove it in my briefcase before making my way down to my R8. I gave Taylor the day off, because I knew I'd need him to pick me up later. If I'm going to endure an evening in my brother's basement, I'll need a few drinks.
When the elevator opens into the Penthouse, I am smacked in the face with a mixture of perfume, the sound of giggling, and the sight of the girls standing in the great room with Sawyer and Mia's CPO, Veronica Reigner. Kate's CPO isn't anywhere to be found and it pisses me off. Why do I pay them?
Kate has her back to me, but she's wearing a red dress and so is Mia. Where is Anastasia?
"Hello, ladies." I say, making my presence known.
Kate turns and smiles at me. "Christian! I'm glad we caught you. I want to thank you for everything you've done for us. It's been such a treat."
I give her a polite smile. "You're welcome, Miss Kavanagh. It really isn't a bother." I want Anastasia to have a good time.
Mia opens her arms and I wrap her in mine, hugging her against me. "Isn't that a little revealing, Mia?" I eye her dress and cock an eyebrow at her.
She giggles and waves her hand dismissively. "I'm twenty-two, Christian. Wait until you see Ana."
My eyebrows knit together. Fuck. "Where is Ana?"
On cue, Anastasia clambers out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her as she hops on one foot, slipping on a sky high, silver sparkly, peep toe Louboutin. She slips on the other and stands straight, smoothing her dress. Her very RED dress. Fuck. I do not want her in red. Holy mother of fuck... She looks incredible though. Her eyes meet mine and I see that she's wearing dark smoky eyes and red lipstick. Her hair is half up and teased and my dick twitches in my trousers.
There is no fucking way she's going out in that.
She smiles at me and makes her way over, leaning up and pecking me on the lips. "Hi." She says sweetly.
My eyes narrow as I rake my eyes up and down her body, getting a better look at her dress. It's skin tight, stops two inches above her knees and is one-shouldered. There are silver sequins on the one shoulder, but the rest of the dress is red. Blood red.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" I spit out, clenching my fists.
She crinkles her brow in confusion and runs her hands down the length of my lapels. I watch as she does, seeing that her nails are also red, but they fade to black at the ends. Where the fuck did my sweet, shy Ana go?
"You don't like it, Christian?" She asks, cocking her head to the side.
I nod. "I do." ...If I was taking her to the playroom maybe.
"Then what's the problem?" She asks.
"The problem, Miss Steele, is that you are mine. I don't appreciate any other fucker looking at what's mine." And that tight little number leaves little left to the imagination.
She looks down at herself and back up to me. "I think I look cute."
I snort. "No, baby. You don't look cute. Cute would be one of those a-line fit and flares I bought you. What you look is sexy." She smiles. "Too sexy." I add, and watch as her smile drops.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kate and Mia retreat towards the elevator.
"But, Christian...don't you trust me?" A 'V' forms on her forehead and I can't resist the urge to press my lips against it.
"I do, baby." I say against her skin. I pull back and look down at her. "It's the other fuckers I don't trust. I'd like you to change."
"No."
My breath is forced out of me. She's never said that to me before. "What did you say, Miss Steele?"
She stands taller, trying to look more confident. "No. I said no, Christian. Everyone is wearing red and there isn't anything red in my closet. I'm wearing it."
I am shell-shocked. "If you decide to wear this, Anastasia, you will be punished when you get home."
She looks straight into my eyes and I have to force myself not to soften.
"Okay."
"WHAT?!" I yell, making her wince.
"Okay." She repeats and walks away from me to retrieve her handbag off the couch, her heels clicking on the hard floor.
I'm stuck in place, angry as a yellow-jacket. Oh, she's going to get it.
She continues towards the elevator and the two CPO's follow.
"SAWYER! DON'T YOU DARE LET HER OUT OF YOUR SIGHT FOR ONE GOD-DAMNED SECOND!" I yell, my voice echoing in the vastness of the room.
He looks over his shoulder and nods and I watch, wide-mouthed, as the elevator closes with my girl wearing the dress that I forbade her to wear.
I let out a loud, frustrated growl and stomp my way up the stairs and to the gym. I feel murderous. I know if I don't work out the rage before I go to my brother's, I might drink myself into oblivion...and I know my attitude toward my brother will be shit. How the fuck am I going to get through the night?
All I want to do is chase after Anastasia and yank her out of the building, forcing her to come home so I can punish her and get it over with. I need to calm down. Our relationship has been so great so far and I don't want to ruin it because of my jealousy issue. She knows I'm dominant...She should have known how I would react! God damn it! She's mine. Her flouncing around in a dress like that is so disrespectful! She had no problem listening to me at the vacation home when I told her to cover her legs...now, suddenly she's defying me just because that slag and my sister are around.
'She has a tendency to leave a trail of purple dicks wherever she goes..' Hyde's words fill my head and I growl.
"Fuck this." I yank the key out of my treadmill, forcing it to stop, and hop down. I grab one of the white towels off the shelf and wipe my face as I make my way downstairs to my bedroom to shower.
I make quick work of it and hurry to dress in trousers and my custom-tailored button-up. I don't grab a jacket, even though I know women will gape as I walk by.
I grin. Let's see what she thinks of that.
XxXxXx
When I pull up at my brother's, he and Ethan are outside, throwing a football around.
"It's about time, bro!" Elliot yells and throws the football towards me. I barely register it before it smacks me in the abdomen and I catch it in my arm.
I shove my keys in my pocket and throw it back, much harder than necessary, nearly knocking the wind out of him when it hits his chest.
"Woah, Christian...what's up?" His frown line is deep and I can tell he is genuinely worried about me.
I sigh and run my hand through my hair. "Let's go out."
Elliot looks surprised. "Really? Where?"
"The Mile High Club."
His eyebrows knit together. "Aren't the girls going to be there later?"
I shrug. Don't start, Elliot.
After a beat, he nods. "Yea, okay. Let me change."
Ethan looks down at his t-shirt. "Dude!"
Elliot laughs. "Come on, you can borrow a shirt."
We follow Elliot into the house and Ethan follows him up the stairs, but I continue on, stopping in the kitchen, and helping myself to a water bottle in the fridge. I have a seat at the island and sigh.
I don't know how Anastasia is going to deal with me being there...hell, maybe she doesn't even have to know. If she's a good girl, she won't have to. I'll make my presence known only if need be.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and pull up Sawyer's number.
*I expect an update every twenty minutes.*
He sends one back to me, almost immediately.
*Yes, sir. The girls are eating dinner. Miss Steele has chosen the lemon chicken and is midway through her first Zinfandel.*
It makes me feel better, but only a little. If she's sitting, she's hidden by the table and her chair and I've already made sure they had a private corner, so there shouldn't be anyone bothering them.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and chug my bottle of water, knowing I'll be drinking later. I pull open the trash cabinet and throw it in the recycling bin. When I turn, I hear feet clamber down the wooden steps and so I make my way back to the entryway.
"I'll drive." Elliot announces, grabbing his keys off the entryway table.
I give him a nod. Taylor will be picking me up anyway.
We climb into his black GMC Sierra Denali truck..and I mean climb...because the damn thing is lifted, but thankfully not as high as his last one. On the way there, my phone vibrates and I know that it's Sawyer.
*Still eating, on her second glass of Zinfandel now. Man tried to approach, Reigner and I blocked him. He's vacated the premises.*
Fuck. He better not have been after my Ana.
*Text me as soon as the girls are done eating.*
I'm hoping that I can get us into the club before the girls get there so that they don't see us. I want to find a dark corner where I can watch. Stalk is more like it...I shake my head at the thought. She's mine.
Another couple of minutes and we jump out at the valet and make our way straight for the elevator. The climb to the club seems to be longer than normal and I find myself anxious to get in and settled and hidden from Anastasia.
I almost snort at the thought. Why the fuck to I care? It is my club. I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do.
Once inside, I'm greeted by the staff immediately and ask them where the girls are going to be placed. They show me and I choose the VIP section next to them, a sheer white drape separating us. I turn the lamp off in our section and sit in the dark corner of it to wait for the girls.
My phone vibrates.
*We're in the elevator now, heading to the club.*
*Thanks Sawyer. I am here, but do not tell the girls.*
*Yes, sir.*
Since it is his job to keep an eye out, I have no doubt he would have caught us and I don't want him surprised or coming up to us unless needed.
The waitress brings us some beers to start, not looking happy about the lack of bottles. Don't worry, we'll be using the bottle service soon.
I watch as the girls make their way in, giggling. My sister is already fucking drunk, using Reigner as a crutch as she giggles and trips over her own feet in her Jimmy Choos. Ana and Kate are arm in arm behind her, giggling-no doubt at my ridiculous sister.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" My brother states out loud. He whistles loudly at the two and I punch him hard in the arm. Luckily, they didn't hear him over the music.
"What the fuck, man?" He asks, rubbing his arm. His eyes widen in realization. "They don't know we're here do they?"
I scowl at him when he laughs.
"Oh, this is going to be fun." He rubs his hands together. "I'm ready to drink my way into oblivion while we keep watch."
"SH!" I state as they enter their VIP section. I'm sure they can hear us.
"This place is incredible, Kate!" I hear my girl through the thin, sheer drape and I snap my head around to listen. I can see red dresses through the drape and can pick out which one she is just by the silhouette. She sits in the corner, right on the opposite side of me.
FUCK.
"I know! Christian has good taste!" Kate answers.
"Oh, damn! You aren't kidding!" Mia's voice comes across and I hear jingling. It sounds like ice against glass. No doubt my sister has found the Cristal I ordered for the table to start. There's also sparkling cider for Kate.
"May I open that for you, miss?" A male's voice asks.
Of course it's got to be a fucker that's assigned to their section. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and get a whiff of Ana's perfume. Even through the sheer curtain, it smells incredible. Oh, fuck me. My dick salutes the familiar scent and makes his presence known, ready for action. Sorry, bud. None of that.
I lean forward and grab my beer, chugging the rest of it. Ethan leans over to whisper in my ear.
"You know they're going to kill us if they find out we are here and can hear everything they say."
I turn my head to look at him and shrug. I don't give a fuck.
"I think it's time for something a little stronger, gentlemen. Whiskey?" My brother asks quietly.
I nod. "Fine."
He looks over to Ethan and Ethan agrees.
"To Kate and Elliot!" Mia's voice squeaks.
"Mia! Be careful! Sit your drunk ass down, will you?!" Kate's voice hisses. Of course it would be my sister getting pissed first.
"I'm fine, Kate! You sit down!"
"You both could just sit down." Ana states, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I grin.
There is a thud and giggling. "Let's get you some water." My girl states and my heart warms, knowing she's trying to take care of my sister.
"NO!" Mia shouts. "You know, when Ethan and I get married..."
"Fuck!" Ethan shouts. His eyes are popping out of his head and sweat is starting to form on his forehead.
"What was that?"
The girls are quiet for a second.
"It's probably the group behind us. Keep going, Mia...tell us how you're going to become a Kavanagh..." Ana pokes fun at her while I watch Ethan rub his face roughly. By the look of it, marriage was the furthest thing from his mind and it actually makes me chuckle. He shoots me a scowl and grabs his beer, chugging it.
The waitress brings our whiskey and as soon as Ethan's is poured, he downs it. Elliot and I end up in silent laughter, our shoulders shaking as Ethan silently drowns his anxiety in alcohol.
"What about you, Ana?"
The use of her name makes my ears perk.
"What about me?"
"Do you see yourself married to Christian?" Kate asks.
I can feel Ethan and Elliot's eyes on me, but I continue to look at my glass of whiskey.
"I don't think marriage is in the cards for us." My Ana answers, and my heart breaks at her tone.
"What?"
"Why not?"
The girls ask in tandem. I find myself holding my breath, hoping she'll answer them.
"Well...Christian isn't the type of person to settle down."
"I don't know, Ana...he seems to have settled considerably since vacation."
"Let's not talk about that. We're here to celebrate you, Kate! You're going to become a Grey and a mom. We need to celebrate your last bit of freedom!" Anastasia giggles, but I can tell it's forced.
"You really don't think you'll ever become a Grey?"
"Just drop it, Kate!" Ana snaps. "Let's go dance."
My heart has plummeted to the floor. Anastasia feels like she'll never be anything more than she is right now. She has to know how I feel about her...She's my one. My only. I'm not willing to let her go anywhere. I will show her she means more to me than just the girl of the hour. I need to make a call to Raymond Steele.
We watch the girls on the dance floor for awhile and I can't keep my eyes off my girl. She looks so carefree and happy; I enjoy watching her until I see her dress shimmy up as she dances and her thighs start showing. Those. Are. Mine. My jealousy creeps back up and I am reminded of why I am here. How should I punish her?
Kate makes her way back and takes a breather and I see Anastasia make her way to the bar to ask for something. The bartender hands her a bottle of water and as she turns, the male next to her stands. He calls after her and she whirls around, towards him. Who is that fucker?
"KATE!" I bark, separating the curtains and making her scream.
"Christian?" She asks, when her eyes focus on me.
"Who is Anastasia speaking to?" Yes, I've blown our cover, but I don't give a fuck.
Kate searches for Ana in the crowd and squints. "Oh, that's our old professor, Professor Lewis."
My blood turns cold. "What's his first name?"
"Oh...um...I think it's Neville or something..."
FUCK! I jump up and make my way toward them. Sawyer is watching closely, but I see Anastasia talking to the fucker, looking at him through her eyelashes, her chin lowered a couple of inches. I'll kill the mother fucker.
The fucker watches as I walk up behind Anastasia and I wrap an arm around her small waist, the other hand holding her hip. She squeaks and turns her head to look at me and I tilt my head so that it's easier for her to see me.
"Christian!" She's surprised, but her mouth morphs into a large smile. I smile down at her and press my lips to her temple. It feels good to have her back in my arms, even if I am angry with her.
"Hi, baby." I greet. She's mine, asshole.
I eye the fucker and she realizes her manners.
"Oh! Christian, this is Nev. Nev, this is Christian."
"Nice to meet you, Christian." The asshole puts his hand out and I look down at it and back to him.
"Likewise." I say.
He sighs, realizing I'm not going to shake his hand and lowers his hand. "I was just telling Anastasia here that I was just in town for the week and was meeting an old friend here. She hasn't arrived, yet." His eyes remain on Anastasia and he gives her a crooked grin.
Is this supposed to make me feel better? The fucker has taken MY Ana's virginity and he expects me to be all chummy with the bastard? He can fuck off. Actually, that's exactly what he needs to do.
She smiles back at him and fuck me...She fucking blushes at the mother fucker.
"Anastasia...dance with me." It isn't a question. My rage is beginning to take over my body and if I don't get her away from this son of a bitch, I might just kill the bastard.
She looks back at me and nods before turning back to him. "It was nice seeing you, Nev. Enjoy your evening."
I start to pull Ana away and I hear him say, "Enjoy yours, doll."
I stop in my tracks and Anastasia gasps. She hears his mistake, too. "Christian! Just come dance with me."
I turn back towards the fucker. "What did you just call my girlfriend?" This fucker has some balls.
His eyes widen. "I-I'm sorry. I hadn't realized...I didn't mean anything by it...a habit is all." He puts his hands up in surrender. "I'm not looking to disrespect you or take your girl."
I cock an eyebrow. "You will not speak to Anastasia again." I grab Anastasia's hand and pull her towards the VIP. I need a drink, first.
"Christian...I thought we were dancing..." She calls as I yank her across the dance floor, holding my arm out to make sure no one bumps into us. Sawyer hurries to get in front of us and does it for us.
I make it to our VIP area and drop her hand. "Stay." I grab the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a double into my empty glass before downing it. I place my tumbler back on the glass table and turn, grabbing Anastasia by the back of the head and pulling her in for a harsh kiss.
"You. Are. Mine!" I growl when I pull my lips off of hers. "Don't you ever speak to that fucker again, do you understand?"
She nods, breathless. "Yes, sir."
I release the back of her head and grab her hand, pulling her to the dance floor. I pull her close to me as the music thumps and begin to grind against her. I need to let out some aggression.
Her eyes darken and her eyelids hood immediately. That didn't take long.
My lips rest against her ear. "Feel what I do to you, baby. Only I can make you feel like this."
I can feel her pulse on her neck throbbing hard against my chin as she whimpers.
We continue to dance and grind and I end up rolling up my sleeves, trying to keep myself from getting overheated. There's sweat on my brow and I can feel my shirt sticking to my back, but I don't care. I pull Anastasia closer to me and she turns to rub her incredible ass against me. I loop an arm around her and hold her close as we move together. Her hair is starting to stick to her neck and I use one hand to move her hair to one side, before blowing lightly against her neck. She tightens her grip that she has on my arm and rolls her neck.
I nuzzle her nose with my ear. "That feel good, baby?"
She nods.
I continue to blow on her neck, my lips getting closer to her skin until my mouth finally latches onto her neck. I kiss, nibble, and suck along her neck and she's practically trembling in my arms. I collect her hair into a makeshift ponytail and continue my assault on the other side. She's mewling and moaning, her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and her eyes are closed.
I grind my hips into her, my erection pressing into her soft backside, and her head falls back against the front of my shoulder.
"Do you want me, Anastasia?"
She nods.
"Should I take you home?"
She nods against my shoulder again.
"Stay." I tell her, stilling my movements. I need to find Elliot and let him know we're leaving.
I find him and Kate on the dance floor and I let them know we're on our way out. Elliot let's me know Kate will drive them home and he'll let Ethan know to deal with Mia.
I make eye contact with Sawyer and he gives me a nod and pulls out his phone. Taylor should be here soon. I come back to Anastasia, who is standing in the middle of the dance floor trying to wait patiently.
"Ready?"
"I just need my handbag."
I give her a nod and we make our way over to the VIP area where she grabs her clutch. She turns back to me, ready to leave and I lean down and yank her dress back down to her knees. She will never wear this dress again.
She gives me a shy smile and takes my hand when I offer it. Don't you dare act shy now, Miss Steele!
When we get into the SUV, I immediately hit the button so that the wall comes up between the front and us. She watches me with wide eyes and I wrap my arms around her, continuing my work on her neck and continue my way down her chest. I want her ready to burst when I punish her.
She keeps mewling and moaning as I work her soft, pale skin into a shade of pink.
"Mmm, Christian...Please..." She's breathless and she keeps shifting her hips, trying to find some friction, but I keep my hips away from her.
"Please what, Anastasia?" I ask against her skin.
"Touch me."
"I am touching you, baby."
She whimpers. "You know what I mean...Please, sir."
"Shh, not yet." I pull my mouth off of her neck and search her face.
She whimpers at my answer. I smooth her hair out of her face.
"Do you want me to make love to you, Ana?"
She nods. "Yes, Christian."
I sigh and sit back against my seat. "I won't touch you until you've been punished."
She gasps. "But, sir! I-but...I want you." She pouts.
"Don't pout. You put this on yourself, Miss Steele. You knew the consequences of wearing that dress." I eye the damn dress and wish I could just tear it to pieces right now.
"What are you going to do to me, sir?"
"You'll find out. When we get home, go straight to the bedroom and take your clothes off. Stand beside the bed until I get there."
She chews her lip and nods. "Yes, sir."
XxXxXx
Anastasia hurries off to the bedroom, but I stop by my office to check some emails on my computer first. She can wait. Ten minutes pass before I decide that she's waited long enough and I head into the bedroom. She's standing at the bedside naked, her hands clasped in front of her while she waits for instruction. She keeps her head bowed and her eyes on the floor. I walk right past her and head into our closet to retrieve what I need. I grab her cream colored silk robe, her nipple clamps, and a new toy I've ordered...the Ben Wa balls.
I return to Anastasia and tell her to lay on the bed. When she's done as commanded, I kiss her lips once and search her face. "I hate that I have to do this, Anastasia. I'd rather just press you into the mattress and make love to you." If I do though, she'll never take my threats seriously.
"Then why can't we?" She asks, her eyebrow forming a 'V' again.
I chuckle. "You know why."
She sighs and I kiss her lips once more, kissing my way down her neck and taking a nipple into my mouth. She hums and arches her back, pressing her chest against my face. Once I work it enough for it to lengthen and harden, I slip the nipple clamp onto it.
She gasps and jerks, but doesn't say anything.
I continue on and do the same with the opposite and then pull on the chain lightly, making her moan out.
"Pull your legs up and grasp the back of your knees." Her eyes widen and I show her the Ben Wa balls. "Do as I say."
Once she's done it and she bears her center to me, I have to force myself to stay calm. She's so pink and wet-I almost lose it and just fuck her right here. I take a deep breath and hold the balls in my hand, warming them for her.
"Let me know if these are uncomfortable." I tell her, not taking my eyes off her center. I don't wait for an answer and begin to insert the first metal ball. She hums and rolls her head in response, so I take that as a sign to continue and slip the second one inside of her.
I stand and hold my hand out to her. "Up."
I pull her up and she gasps as she stands. "Do not allow them to come out." I grab her cream robe and hold it open for her. "Here. Put this on."
She looks at me, completely mortified. I know she has no idea what I have in store for her. When she doesn't move, my hand comes around to smack her backside lightly.
"Do as I say, Anastasia."
Her arms automatically shoot out to the sides so that I can slip it on her. I purposely run the silk over her clamped nipples and her eyes roll back into her head. Once I've secured it, I put my hand on the small of her back.
"Into the kitchen, Miss Steele."
This time she doesn't waste any time and does as I say, stopping a beat after a few feet while she gets use to the feel of the Ben Wa balls. I do my best to suppress my grin and I press my hand into the small of her back slightly to get her moving again.
Once we're in the kitchen, she stands, waiting for direction.
"Unload the dishwasher." I nod my head towards the dishwasher and have a seat at the breakfast bar.
She gives me an odd look before she turns and begins to put away the dishes. It's takes her longer than it normally would, because she has to search every now and again for where different items are kept. She keeps having to stop to gather her bearings and in the middle, I chuckle, watching her having a hard time. She gives me a small scowl and continues her chore.
"That isn't very polite, Anastasia. Do I need to assign another chore for being impolite?"
She whimpers at the thought. "No, sir. I'm sorry." She turns to me, her eyebrows knitted together in worry.
I give her a nod. "Apology accepted, Miss Steele."
I wait for her to finish, watching as her breathing continues to accelerate to the point of her almost panting. Once she is done, she turns to me and sighs, relieved.
"Now, tell me why you're being punished."
Her eyes are glued to the floor. "Because I wore the red dress."
"And?"
Her eyebrows knit together.
"Do you think that it's polite to speak to prior doms when I'm not around?"
"He's my friend, sir." Her voice is soft.
"Do you always bow your head to your friends, Anastasia?"
Her eyes widen, but she keeps them on the floor. "I did that?"
Fuck. She didn't even notice. "Yes, Anastasia!"
She jumps at the loudness of my voice.
"Tell me you won't ever speak to him again."
She shakes her head. "I won't, sir. I already said I won't."
I nod. "Come."
She moves around the island carefully, wincing every once in awhile. When she gets to me I spin her around so that her back is to me and I move her hair away from her neck. I run my nose from her ear to the base of her neck and groan. She smells fucking phenomenal.
"Have you been punished enough, Anastasia?"
She whimpers. "Yes, sir."
"Are you my good girl, now?"
She nods. "I'm your good girl."
I reach around her and pull on the bow of her robe, before slipping the robe off her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet. I slip my hand around her front and slip my finger into her apex, lightly running it over her clit.
She whimpers and her head falls back against my chest.
"You're soaked, Anastasia."
She pushes her hips into my hand more. "Please...Christian..."
"Please what, baby?"
"Touch me. I ache for you."
I groan into her neck and press my dick into the small of her back. I'm rock hard.
"Should I fuck you right here?"
She nods. "Yes! Yes...right now."
I chuckle and kiss her shoulder. "I'm going to fuck you hard and then you're going to take a shower and wash all that makeup off your face. I want my sweet Ana back."
"Yes, sir." Her whole body is shaking. I grab her by the base of the neck and force her to bend over the island. I drop my pants and sigh when my erection finally springs free. It aches for her.
I keep the nape of her neck between my fingers and thumb and use my knee to force her legs open. I reach between her legs and find the string from the Ben Wa balls, pulling quickly, and grin when she cries out. I let them drop to the floor and line myself up to her, slipping into her slowly. Her hips push back against me, urging me on.
"Fuck." I hiss, feeling her walls already sucking me in, milking me, and working me.
I force my hips back, until only my crown is inside of her and thrust forward hard, enjoying her cry out. She puts her hands up to her mouth to quiet herself.
I pull back to my crown again. "Scream for me, Anastasia." I slam into her and she screams again.
I still. "You feel so good." I pull out again and force myself into her.
"Christian!"
"What baby? Tell me." I pull my hips back again and still.
"Please...please."
"Faster?"
She nods. "Yes."
"Harder?"
"Oh, Christian...yes, please."
I grip the nape of her neck harder and begin to fuck her fast and hard. Her screams and my grunts are bouncing around the kitchen and I'm sure that Taylor and Gail can probably hear from their side, but I don't give a fuck. She feels too fucking good.
When she comes the first time, I release the nipple clamps, and am forced to hold her up when her legs collapse from under her. I force myself to wait until she comes again before I release, pumping my seed into her until both of our muscles relax. The top of my body is resting against hers while I catch my breath, but she doesn't seem to mind. She reaches back and holds on to the back of my thigh.
I stand, stepping away from her, and pull up my bottoms, tucking myself back in. She turns and opens her arms, trying to hug me, but I stop her.
"No, Anastasia." I grab her arms and put them at her sides. "Go get in the shower."
Her forehead wrinkles and her lips are pulled down into a frown. Her eyes hit the ground and she nods. "Yes, sir."
She runs off naked, towards our bedroom, and I frown at her retreating form. She's hurt.
Stay strong, Grey. I need to make my point. I want my sweet Ana, not that sexpot I saw tonight.
I grab the Ben Wa balls off the floor and make my way into the bedroom. As soon as I open the door to the bedroom I am hit with the sound of sobbing. It's like ice water being poured over my whole being. My skin erupts in goosebumps and I book it to the bathroom, dropping the balls somewhere along the way.
When I pull open the door, I see Anastasia through the glass of the shower, sobbing into the tile corner, curled up with her knees to her chest.
Fuck. Fuck. I am such a fucking bastard.
I yank the door open and drop to my knees behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into my lap. I'm clothed, but I don't give a fuck. She turns in my arms and sobs into my chest. I don't deserve her.
I hold her as tight as I can, rocking her back and forth. "Sh...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Anastasia is a sensitive girl and I know this. Why the fuck did I deny her affection? To make a stupid fucking point. The only fucking point I made was to show her how much of a jackass I really am.
"I'm right here, Anastasia. I'm here. I'm sorry."
Her body is still jerking with sobs and all I can do is hold her until she cries it out. I keep kissing her face, her ears, and her hair while I keep whispering how sorry I am and how much I love her.
Finally her body settles and she takes a deep breath. "I just don't understand." Her voice cracks.
"What don't you understand?" I smooth her hair away from her face, but then she nuzzles her nose into my breast bone. "You can tell me, baby."
"You said my punishment was over..."
My heart sinks even more. I did say that.
"I'm sorry, Ana. I made a mistake. Please forgive me." I hold her tight against me, burying my nose in her wet hair. "I will never deny you affection again." And I don't want to.
She sniffles and nods against me.
"Can I take care of you?"
A small smile forms on her face and she straightens up so she can look at me. Her mascara has run all over her face and I notice black mascara and eyeshadow all over my shirt along with red lipstick stains, but it's the least of my worries. My girl needs me.
I start to stand and pull her up with me. I bend and kiss her lips softly as I begin to unbutton my shirt. She stands patiently while I disrobe and I throw my wet clothes into the corner of the shower. Her eyes wander over my body and I grin at her.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
Her eyes leave my body and return to my face and she smiles up at me and nods.
I take the white washrag and squirt her facewash onto it, washing her face gently in circular patters until her face is fresh and makeup free. Her lips are still stained red, but it'll wear off soon.
"There's my sweet girl." I rinse her face with the clean end of the washrag and kiss her again. She nuzzles back into my chest and I hold her to me.
"Hair next?"
She nods against me.
I work her hair into a lather and rinse it, before applying her conditioner. I let it sit on her hair while I wash her body with my hands, paying special attention to her shoulders and back muscles as I work the rest of the tightness out of her body. Once I'm finished rinsing her, I sit her on the built in bench while I wash myself. I feel the need to have her close.
She watches as I clean myself and by the time I am finished, her lip is between her teeth and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. I give her a wink, causing her to blush.
I chuckle at her shy reaction. "Let me dry you and I'll carry you to bed."
She smiles, her eyes sparkling. "Will you make love to me?"
I pick her up off the bench and step out on the rug with her. "Is that what you want?"
She nods. "Yes."
I kiss her lips and let her slide down my wet body until her feet hit the rug. I take my time, drying her while I dip down and kiss her shoulders, her back, her abdomen, and then her lips. I make quick work with myself and open my arms for her. She reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up, wrapping her legs around me.
"Spider monkey." I comment, making her giggle into my neck. I wrap my arms around her and carry her off to bed, where I lay us down together, me on top of her.
"I love you." I tell her, nuzzling her nose with mine.
"I love you, too."
I smirk at her words and kiss her nose. "You ready?"
She nods, tightening her legs around me.
I reach down and position myself at her entrance, pushing myself into her. Her chin lifts and her head falls back with a moan. My hand returns to cupping her head and I make slow work of loving her. She clings to me the whole time and I pepper her face with kisses.
It takes awhile before either of us find release, but neither of us care. We need the connection. I need to show her how I feel about her-how much I love her. Once I've marked her, I flip us over and she settles on top of me, letting out a sigh of content.
"You're it for me, Ana." I wrap her hair around my index finger. "I want you to be mine, always."
"Ever yours, Christian."
My heart swells and warms at her admission. "Ever mine." I repeat, smiling at the ceiling.
She turns her head and kisses my chest. Once her head settles back down, she lets out a big yawn.
"Sleep, baby."
"Don't let go." her voice is soft, but I can hear the urgency in it.
I tighten my grip on her. "Never." I'll never let her go.