Oh this girl intoxicates me; I can't get enough of her body and mind. She manages to manipulate my senses, she sends me off course, I don't think straight when she is around.
"So are you coming to Daytona on the 23rd February?" Ana says as she is straightening her clothes, she inadvertently flashes her breasts as she adjusts her top and I can feel the horniness recurring and he hardens again.
"Of course, I couldn't miss the first race of the season now could i?" I say somewhat distractedly as my pants tighten, constricting him.
"No you can't but I can also see you are not finished for the night" she looks down at my tenting trousers "do you want to come back to mine?"
"Yes but I need the address to let my security know where I am" I hate asking, sometimes I feel like a child being followed around.
"You mean your background check didn't find that out?" she winks "Sure, its 90210 Pioneer Avenue, downtown Seattle, Appt 1012" I hastily message Taylor that I will be going to this address; I see Sawyer race away I am sure to scout the area but that's fine by me.
Ana starts the engine and gives it a rev, the throaty engine roars as we pull out of the park towards her home.
It doesn't take long to get there; it's a smart complex, the gardens have been pruned and kept under control. It then hits me she shares the apartment with Kate Kavanag, the media heiress. I doubt she could afford this sort of place on her own as a driver just starting out.
"Kate out tonight?" I try to ask casually as possible, I really don't want her to be there.
"She is on assignment this week, some reporting in Canada for something, I forget. I wouldn't have invited you back here if she was" Damn she read my mind again.
We pull up in the parking lot and my mobile dings the all clear from Taylor. I hurry us inside, I am in considerable pain and I don't want us to be seen.
The apartment is comfortable, homely; lots of those womanly touches like candles and pictures that make it feel warm and inviting. I slip my jacket off and lay it over the bar stool in the kitchen. She comes up behind me, puts her arms around my chest and begins unbuttoning my shirt, her hands dance over my skin making me tingle. She frees my erection and begins stroking from behind still. She leads me to her bedroom and into the en-suite shower room, she switches the shower on and I help her remove the two items of clothing she put back on in the car. We step under the shower together, the hot water is refreshing and even more so when she uses a shower sponge to soap me all over using her hands to explore everywhere. I seize the opportunity to do the same to her. I turn her back toward me, one hand I slide down over her buttocks and find her soft fleshy folds and clit, the other hand is roaming all over her breasts, pulling her nipples until they stand to attention, I kiss her neck, across her shoulders and down her back and she visibly shudders.
She steps out of the shower and offers me a towel; I wrap it around my waist as best I can with my now throbbing dick oozing pre cum. We go into the bedroom where she spins me around to face her before pushing me down on the bed, the towels are lost pretty quickly, I can feel her damp skin up against mine and her wet hair drapes across my face and chest, driving me wild.
"Do you trust me to take care of you Christian?" she asks breathlessly and all I do in my current state is nod.
She pulls one hand above my head and secures it to the bed post by a leather strap and before I can register and protest then the other hand is anchored the same way.
"I want you to address me as mistress for rest of the evening" my eyebrows shoot up in surprise "Why Mr. Grey, I told you I was no angel and I think you are used to this to some extent" she correctly assesses.
"Yes but I am normally where you are" she glares at me "Mistress"
"Safe word!" she demands
"Yellow and Red" she coughs "Mistress" I am totally out of my depth here but at this point I couldn't care I am so turned on by her dominance over me.
The blindfold is put on and I can hear the slapping of a riding crop in her hand, she starts by teasing me up and down my inner thighs, she touches my balls and despite my best efforts no to, I come groaning and writhing. She continues to tease and slap, tease and slap until before long I am ready again.
She takes my length in her mouth, she flicks the tip with her tongue and I almost beg for her to make me come again but she continues licking and sucking, then without warning she is on top of me, I am deep inside her and she is riding me. Our breathing is ragged and fast, she takes the blindfold off me, unties my hands…
"I want you on top"
I flip her over with ease and plunge in, she wraps her legs around my waist and we move together, she is tightening and I can feel my own climax building.
"Oh yes Ana, come for me baby" and with a couple of thrusts she releases and I follow moments afterwards before collapsing on the bed next to her, sweating and out of breath.
We lay still for a few moments to catch our breath before she turns on her side toward me, smiling; she traces her finger over my chest and abdomen before falling asleep.
The clock shows 4.45am when I wake, Ana is still asleep, I take a moment to watch her, she is lithe, her skin is smooth with some light freckles, perfectly rounded buttocks, she has a small scar on her right hip…
"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" her eyes open and she smiles "Morning, what time is it?"
"5am" I reply.
"Ugh, too early, go back to sleep" her eyes close again; I rest back against the pillows and actually fall asleep again.
A while later I feel aware of someone watching me "Don't you know it's rude to stare?" I say as I open my eyes.
"Touché" she replies, she is holding a breakfast tray with tea and toast which is very welcome, the exertion of the previous evening has made me hungry.
My cell bleeps "Fuck is that the time?" I hastily throw my clothes on and Ana looks at me in amazement
"What's the hurry? Never been late before?" he eyes twinkle as she teases me.
"Meeting, 30 minutes shiiiiit" my leg gets caught in the waist of my trousers and I fall back onto the bed. Ana takes full advantage of my predicament to straddle me and grind her hips into my pelvis
"Pull a sickie" she breathlessly pants and oh god she is so hot and horny. I grab my cell, reel off a not coming into work message to Andrea and a similar one to Taylor before disappearing under the sheets again….
We resurface a couple of hours later, hit the showers and order some food.
"You are a very bad influence on me Ana" I smile.
"Ditto, I missed practice this morning, if you hadn't fallen back on the bed earlier I may well have let you go but you left me no option but to continue to ravish you" she giggles and it's sexy, sweet and arousing.
I try to ignore my twitching dick.
"Hmm I seem to be causing you more disruption" she glances at my cock "I can't wear you out all in one day" I gulp.
I glance at my watch, 3.45pm "I have to go"
"I suppose I should get to the track too, still chance for a lap or two before they close the stadium" we put our coats on, she grabs her keys and we leave her apartment.
She leans in and kisses my cheek before roaring off to the stadium and I get in the Audi for Taylor to drive me home.
Sitting in the office reading through e-mails and catching up what I missed today, my mind wanders to the last 24 hours, I am still confused by Ana, she is a vixen that is not afraid to be sexually aggressive and yet she has the sweetest demeanour on the outside. We had the most incredible sex marathon and I still don't think she realises the effect she has on me. I so want to see her again and soon.
The next day I am in the office by 8am, Andrea gave me an odd look when I arrived, I have never taken a sick day before so it does appear strange I suppose. I bury myself in contracts trying to forget the images of Ana's body writhing and panting on top of me. FUCK! Get a grip Christian.
Daytona is only a few days away, I need to make flight arrangements and I need to speak to Elliot to see if he wants a ride. I pick up the phone…
"Hello bro, how's it going?"
"Good Elliot thanks, you?"
"Looking forward to the first race; how's Miss Steele?"
"Fine Elliot, so you want a ride?"
"In The Falcon? Totally bro" he laughs.
"Ok I will let you know what time to be at the airport"
"Great, gotta go, speak soon" the line goes dead.
I phone the airport and arrange for the plane to be fully fuelled, stocked and ready to go, the flight will leave at 7.00pm on Saturday and it's approximately a 7 hour flight weather dependant. The plane has a sleeping area and we can stay on the plane until we are ready to go. We want to be there in plenty of time to see the garage pre-race and Ana of course before finding a good viewing area. I phone Elliot back and give him the details, he is beside himself with excitement again but it is nice to see him excited, he really works very hard, although he rejected my offer of financial help a little while ago, I understand the reasons why but it would have eased things for him a little but I respect him immensely.
As the day draws to a close I have been fighting the idea of texting Ana and I finally lose the battle
ME: Hey Ana, how was practice? Have booked plane to travel to Daytona. Miss you.
ANA: Hi Christian, practice was ok, need to work on a few things before the race. Miss you too.
ME: Be careful, are you free tonight?
ANA: I would love to but I have a team meeting in 30 minutes and need to get the garage packed up as the cars and equipment have to hit the road to make it on time.
ME: Oh I understand, what about tomorrow?
ANA: I have to travel with the cars otherwise I can't get there.
ME: You can fly with me on Saturday evening.
ANA: That's very sweet but I also help set the pit up before I take my scheduled practice laps to iron out any kinks with the car.
ME: So I can't see you until Sunday?
ANA: I'm afraid not but let's hope I do well so we can celebrate in style.
ME: Ok, night then x
ANA: Night Night xx
Damn I am disappointed, I need her so badly but I have to wait unless I call Victoria, Nope, bad idea, it would feel too awkward, in fact I think I will dispose of her services altogether. I will just have to enjoy my own company tonight and tomorrow and the day after, hrrummpp.
The next day I am in a foul mood, nobody disturbs me and I don't call on anyone in the office and finally Saturday arrives. I pack my bag, not that I need much but I have put a few 'extra' things in to make our next evening together much more interesting…