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Saturday 14th May 2011
Ana's POV
Oh! My fucking head. Has my skull shrunk in the night or my brain expanded?
I open my grit filled eyes and I can't see a thing. Who turned the lights out? I panic that I'm in the dark, but sense a vibrating furry object on my face. "Tiddles! Get off me!" The cat gets up and moves over to Christian's pillow where she settles down again. She's unfazed and starts to purr once more.
I look around and find that I'm still in the playroom, alone. Christian must have woken up already. I'm in the four-poster bed with the bedding from the guest room haphazardly covering me. It must have been a last minute decision last night as I seem to remember Christian in a blurred haze of sheets and pillows, then being put to bed where I was cuddled for quite some time. I remember the warmth of his embrace and him watching over me as I was lulled into sleep by his gentle caresses upon my face.
"Hey, Tiddles. Do you know where your daddy is?" She lifts her head at hearing her name but settles back down when she sees I haven't got any treats for her. Typical moggy behavior.
I sit up carefully, as my head's splitting and I feel like I've swallowed the contents of a budgie's cage, including the budgie. Hm? Maybe I have a black fur ball in my throat? I grab my robe from the floor and coax the cat off of the bed, before making my way out and down the stairs. The cat follows and runs straight to her room, where no doubt she will settle back down again. I'm sure Christian spoils that thing. She seems to have a bigger room than my apartment. There's even a tree in a planter stuck in the middle of the room she can climb up.
I go to Christian's bedroom, where I half expect him to be, but he's nowhere to be seen. I enter the bathroom and stagger back against the wall when I see my reflection and think it's an intruder, as I forgot about my hair. I grab the Advil pot I used as my totem last week. I give it another spin just to make sure I'm still not in a dream and it flies off the counter once more. Hm? That must indicate that it's real, surely? I pop a couple of pills, brush my teeth and smarten myself up a bit before heading off to the kitchen to raid the fridge for something to drink. I think I should really get dressed as I'm still in my robe, which seems to be all that I wear around this place. Either that or nothing.
As I sit at the breakfast bar, contemplating as to whether or not I should move my ass, I hear raised voices coming from a room to the right. I determine two people, but one sounds odd, as if they are on a loudspeaker, or have their head in a cookie tin. I make my way to the door to have a listen, but wonder if this is really a good idea. I'm encroaching on Christian's privacy.
I go to walk away, but hear my name from the tinny woman on speaker. I can't help but now listen as the heated conversation unfolds.
"You deserve better than that, Christian. I told you you would look ridiculous, and you do."
Shit, I recognize that voice. It's Elena fucking chocolate snot Lincoln.
"Fuck, do I? Elena, I think the one who looked ridiculous was the excuse of a life, lying on the floor last evening. If I did look ridiculous, then it was when I was a fifteen-year-old kid fucking a woman in her forties! How old is Isaac? sixteen?"
OMFG! No way!
"You know full well he's fifteen. What is it to you?"
OMFG, twice over! She's a paedo… Still!
"What's the age of consent in Seattle? Hm? Wonder what the law will say about that?"
Is Christian giving her some sort of warning? He should tell the cops regardless of the outcome of this conversation… Save the child! Save the child! Call Olivia Benson! Have her arrest the paedo! I really wish Elliot was still working there. I liked him, even if his head didn't fit the rest of his body.
"You wouldn't dare! I'll press charges of assault and also out you as a sadomasochist to the press if you do."
Shit, I'm in trouble‽ Press charges for pushing chocolate cake into her face? Good job it wasn't a walnut cake or I'd end up in the nut-house if she pressed charges. Besides, he's a sadist, not a masochist… The stupid cow doesn't know the difference. I doubt he would want me slapping his pert, tight ass.
"And I will add that you started me on that road at fifteen. It will show a pattern of behavior and they won't ignore it then!"
Yeah! You go, Christian! You out her with your paisley print!
"Where's the proof? You have none." She smirking. How can she smirk at a time like this? Doesn't she realize what deep shitty doo-dar she's in?
"Of course I have. You don't think I would walk away from that part of my life without a souvenir or two. They are locked away safely in Vault 687 at Escala, where no one can get their hands on them until I say so."
Has he got Harry Potter's family vault at home? Can't he get his own?I wonder if he has a gold key and gets one of the bank goblins to take him in the cart? Maybe it's accessible via the elevator… Hm? Does the elevator go deeper underground? No! So that means it's not a drop of a thousand feet in there, it must be miles! I now feel sick! I'm gonna have to use the stairs from now on or I'll fall to my death and it will be in the middle of the earth with all the fire and brimstone.Lucifer will want to have his wicked way with me when he finds me there. I don't think Christian would like that, he wouldn't want to share me with anyone.
"You wouldn't dare!"
What's she say? Oh, yeah… Go, Christian, go! Dare… Dare!
"Why not? I have no emotional attachment to you, as you made sure of that."
Thank god for that. At least there's no emotional bond between them. Then again, who would want to fall in love with a forty something hag when you're still learning how to wank.
"And why would I do that? All that affection, hearts and flowers crap is for fools."
Cold hard bitch. No one would ever love you, so you reflects this insulting reality by saying it's for fools. You're just saving face with that spiel.
"I'd rather be a fool over some emotionless bastard that's only capable of cold hard fucking, as that is all that you ever taught me."
"Why now? You didn't care that you were a cold bastard over the past seven years. How many subs were there? Fifteen?"
Fifteen? That's not a lot. Oh, but she said subs, so assuming that meant contractual ones. I'm sure he's fucked dozens, if not hundreds of women.
"You should know because you got each and every one for me. None lasted longer than the designated six months, and some didn't last the month out! Proves a point, I think."
She can't be very good at her matchmaking. She might as well give up or take lessons from Patti Stanger.
"She won't last any longer. You have needs and she cannot fulfill them."
Huh? I did enough fooling around and he did plenty of filling, missy!
"You don't know what you are talking about. She's better than all fifteen of your girls put together."
Oh, my heart swells on hearing this, even though he shouldn't have said such private things to that hag.
"She's bigger than all fifteen put together. Christian, think of what you are doing."
At this, I see red again. "Fuck you, Mrs Paedo! You got a fucking cheek!" I say as I storm into the study and nearly taking the door off of its hinges in the process. My eyes snap up to meet Christian's and he's staring back at me with saucer eyes. Shit! I just gave the game away that I was listening outside. I'm probably in so much trouble what with getting drunk last night, topping him and I've broken the door to boot. I bite my lip and give an apologetic smirk as I hand the door handle back to my man, which came off when I yanked it open.
"Is she there? Christian? I can't believe you allowed her to stay over. After what she did to me!"
"Elena, I have said all I need to say. I'm selling to Celine Murphy. She's already agreed to a price and the contracts will be drawn up on Monday. Goodbye."
"But Christi-" he cuts her off and sits down at his desk and covers his face with his hands. He's exhausted.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I just wondered who you were talking to as I heard your shouting from the kitchen. Then when my name was mentioned I couldn't walk away. Do you want me to leave?"
"Leave?"
"Go home."
"No! I don't want you to leave. Why would you say such a thing?"
"I've caused so much trouble. I've been a train wreck since yesterday… Plus, I've broken the door. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, darling. You're not going anywhere," he soothes as he beckons me over to him. "Do you still want to go out on the boat today?"
"Only if you do," I say as I wipe the stray wisps of hair from his forehead that's escaped his quiff.
"Yeah, let's go out and take our mind off of everything."
"So long as you don't get me drunk again. What's the time, anyway?"
"Just gone ten. I woke a couple of hours ago and didn't want to wake you. I knew you wouldn't be feeling too great. We can go out, but maybe later this afternoon so you have the morning to just potter around and have something to eat. It might make you feel better."
I sit down on his lap and hear the creak of his swivel chair, so try to push away in case the chair legs snap. Christian, however, grabs me and pulls me back down and starts to kiss me. I can't remove myself from his lips and we continue to smooch for a few minutes before the phone rings again. I hope it's not Mrs Paedo come back. Christian looks at his phone and notices it's his mom.
"Hey mom," he puts on a smile in the hopes this will transfer to his voice. She's on the loudspeaker, so I can listen in. I wonder if he's going to introduce me over the phone.
"Christian! Elena just called me. She said you have taken up with a prostitute or some cheap end escort!"
"Oh, for god sake. Mother, I haven't taken up with a prostitute or a cheap end escort. What do you take me for? What did she say?"
"She was angry that you had taken up with this tramp. She was really concerned that you will be taken for a fool. She said this person's a notorious gold-digger." I inhale sharply at what she's told him but don't say anything. She's ignorant to what really happened and has only her so called friend's words to go on. "So?…" she waits for Christian to explain.
"Mom, I finally found someone I think I can have more with." I look at him when he declares this and I have the most toothy grin on my face. I must look like Alfred E Neuman in a Marilyn Monroe wig.
"Is it a man? Oh, Christian. We all knew you were gay. Is he a male escort?"
"Mother! He is a she. Her name is Anastasia and she's as far from being in the business as physically possible."
"What do you mean by that? Is she a nun? You haven't debased a lady of the cloth, have you? You do realize that God will strike you down where you stand."
"Huh? No, she's not a nun. She's a girl I met in the donut joint and she's as pure as the day she was born… Well, was." He scrunches his face up at this piece of information and mouths 'sorry' at me.
"Oh Christian! Did you pop her cherry? I thought we brought you up better than that. Is she still in school? I hope you haven't done anything illegal. How old is the lass? Do her parents know? She's not pregnant is she?"
Jeez, talk about an interrogation.
"Ma! She's twenty! We instantly hit it off and she's the only girl that I can see myself having a future with. Elena found out and was angry. You should see what she's done to Ana. She chopped all her hair off and bleached it, just out of spite. Three years growth gone in a snip."
"She did what? But How?"
"Ana goes to the salon quite a lot and she mentioned me when she was having her hair done. Next thing Elena offered a trim and color treatment on the house, so long as it was one of those reveal things. Ana couldn't see what was going on, not until Franko hacked a foot and a half of hair off of her head. Then she saw it was blond. Ana was so upset and Elena just laughed at her. She's got the green eyed monster disease and this is nothing but jealousy."
"Why do you say that? Why should she be jealous?"
Shit! Is he gonna tell her?
"Ana, baby, can you give me some time alone with my mom?" I nod and leave the room. I return to the kitchen as I want to give him his privacy. I wonder if he's telling her about his past life with that woman.
Christian's POV
"Mom, can you get dad on the phone too." I hear her call out for dad and he picks up the phone upstairs.
"What is it, son. You're scaring me now," mom says.
"There is no easy way to explain."
I spend the next hour talking to my parents. About how Elena seduced me when I was at her house helping in the yard. Then the following six years being her sex slave and that my life since then has been rather singular in taste. Of course, my mother begins to cry and father is almost murderous, telling me he will kill that bitch. I never knew that father cursed, but seems he does.
I explain that Ana has been a wakeup call regarding Elena, who up until now, still had her claws in me in the form of a friend. I didn't realize but the whole salon thing was her idea and I surmise it was to keep me in her life. But I'm done with her. She's out of my life for good.
"Ana's the best thing that's happened to me, ma. I don't want to let her go, but Elena was determined to split us up. Even though we've only known each other a little over a week, I feel like I've known her for years. We are so comfortable with each other."
"A week! Christian, you should slow down and take it easy," dad chastises.
"I don't want to. I want to move in the fast lane. I'm a speed junkie when it comes to her, pa. The age of courting and holding hands is long gone. People sleep on the first date all the time."
"But you said she was a virgin. You took something so precious on the first date?"
"We both wanted it. We felt connected from the get-go."
"So was it love at first sight?" I'm startled by this question, but it's making me wonder if that could be the case.
"I don't know, mom. I definitely felt different from the start. Elena taught me not to love, so up until now I have always thought I never had the capacity to love."
"Oh, Christian." My father is sobbing on hearing my declaration that I felt loveless. Wimp!
"So when will we meet her? Can we come over to Escala?"
"Sorry, I'd rather you didn't. We need time. We haven't had enough time." I find myself crying now. What the fuck am I doing crying? Where's all this come from? Now I'm the fucking wimp! Then, Ana pops back in with a cup of tea and several sugar lumps on the side. I take a lump and suck on it for the sweetness, which makes me feel better.
"You'll have plenty of time," mother soothes. Huh? "You'll see… We want you to bring her around to Bellevue next week. For dinner. Elliot and Mia will be there as your brother is picking her up from the airport. She will want to see you. You know she's missed you."
Oh yeah! Mia is back from France. "Fine mom, but nothing fancy."
"Okay, I'll not go overboard. I'll just get a side of beef and all the trimmings, then for dessert we can get out the chocolate fountain. I'll limit the entertainment to a four piece quartet, a couple of flame blowers and a miming artist. Don't bring Taylor as we will have the standard firework display, rather than the grand one reserved for coping together. You know how he gets shell-shocked during our gatherings and I don't want to upset him."
"I'll drive over, but we may stay the night if I drink."
"Fine, I will get the guest room prepared for Ana."
"Mom? She will stay with me in my room."
"Christian!" Oh, father's not happy.
"Pa, we won't do anything. It would be too disrespectful to romp away under your roof. Besides I don't think my old bed will take it without making its annoyance clear to everyone in the house."
"Yeah, I used to hear you when you were masturbating as a teen."
"Cary!"
"What? I'm only telling him the truth, Grace. The walls are deliberately thin in Christian's bedroom as we needed to listen out for your night terrors when you were a kid. You could hear everything."
"Good grief! I'm sorry."
"It was only me that heard. Your mother wears earplugs due to my snoring and Elliot and Mia's room was too far away. I just turned a blind eye and ignored you when you were doing the business... I know what it's like to be a young teen with raging hormones, son. I remember I used to try and hit the ceiling with my ejaculate and only succeeded when I persuaded my parents to buy me a set of bunk beds, so I could lay down and wank on the top bunk. Those were the days!" he sighs. I get the feeling he feels old.
We finally finish our call an hour later with a promise that I will call them tomorrow after Ana has left. We can then discuss what we will do about Elena. My parents have both promised to not contact her or take her calls in the meantime.
I look at the clock and it's nearly one in the afternoon. I venture out of my study and see Ana in the kitchen making dinner. I eye what she's doing as I walk up to her and see a defrosted chicken and prepared potatoes on the side. I also notice her hair is wet again, she must have taken a shower.
Ana's POV
"I thought I'd do a roast dinner as I doubt we will be going out on the boat now."
"I'd still like to go out. I need to get out of this place. I'm feeling claustrophobic… Put the chicken in the fridge." OMG! That just sounded so odd. Like, 'Shall we go to the grocery store for some potato salad?'
He saunters over to me and I inhale sharply. What's he going to do? He's got that look in his eye. "You look delicious."
My brain turns to mush as he comes in close and I feel the prickles of his day old stubble on my face as he kisses me. The kiss is slow but tender. He stops and looks into my eyes as he reaches down and I know my skirt is being hitched up. Then I feel his hand dart between my legs. "Mm… No underwear, Miss Steele. Anyone would think you were expecting this."
"Yes…. I mean, No… Oh, fuck knows what I mean…sir." I breathe out as I begin to fall apart. I think he's in dom mode, so I need to be in sub mode too.
He turns slightly and grabs the barstool and brings it beside him. "Put your leg on the seat." His voice is quite firm. Yep, he's in dom mode, even though we aren't in the playroom. I do as I'm told and hoist my foot up. He moves to directly in front and pulls down the camisole of my dress and pushes the gathered skirt fabric he's holding into my cleavage, just like a tea towel holder. "What are you going to do?"
"It's lunchtime. I fancy a munch on a meaty sub," is answers before getting down on his knees and worships me.
I lean back and my backside comes into contact with the fridge and I hear the milk bottles chink together. I hope nothing has tipped over in there, or there will be one mess to clear up.
He pushes his face forward and up. I feel his tense tongue move along my crack, as far back as my perineum.
Fuck! Did I have a shit before or after my shower?
I relax when I remember it was before, so I should be nice and clean down there, but I still don't want him anywhere near my butt-hole. "No, Christian! Erm?… Amber… I mean Yellow!" I blurt out, just so that he knows not to go any further.
He stands up and stares at me. His face is serious and I think he's mad. He unbuckles his belt with strong forced movements and doesn't take his gaze from mine. I think I'm in for a punishment. He's gonna use his belt on me. But once his belt is unfastened, he undoes his zipper and pulls out his cock.
"Turn and bend over," he commands
"No! You're not putting that in my butt!"
"It's not going in your butt."
I sigh my relief when he says this and I bend over the counter-top, where my boobs flatten against the cold marble.
He lifts my skirt up at the back and flings it over my head. I can't see a thing and my eyeballs go into panic mode. "Not my head, I can't see!" He pulls it back slightly so I stop panicking.
"Baby, I want to spank you before I take you."
"Yes, I know I did wrong in listening at the door. I'm sorry."
"No, I didn't mind that. This will be for pleasure. Yours and mine. I know you like it."
My heart starts to pound in anticipation. From the corner of my eye, I see him walk over to the utensils rack and he grabs a plastic fish slice and he starts slapping me with the back of it. It's not hard, not as hard as his hand can be, but it's enough to make my ass glow when he's done. "Yes! Yes! Slap me, master! Fucking slap me!" I cry out as I pound my fist on the counter top. His breathing quickens on hearing this and he takes a few more swipes. He's getting off on this. But then, so am I.
He drops the spatula on the floor and I feel him stand behind me. His hands are on both cheeks, absorbing the heat that is now radiating out from me. He kneels once more and starts to kiss my ass cheeks like he did yesterday at SIP. This time he comes into contact with my vagi-foo-foo and pushes forward so that his tongue reaches my clit, flicking the tip back and forth. I'm well aware that his eyes are probably level with my asshole and more than likely taking in every detail of my little puckered rosebud.
"What do you want, Ana?"
"Your fucking rock hard cock inside of me… Master!" Heck, I'm demanding again. I shouldn't try and top him, but… boy, am I turned on right now. He stands and I feel the tip of his big boy run along my wetness and he sinks into me as he leans forward.
At this point, I hear the bell on the cat's collar and she jumps up onto the counter. "Shoo!" I try and tell her off, but the little minx comes around and sits in the center of my back. I see Christian's reflection in the window in front of us and he's stroking her head. "Christian! Leave the cat alone!"
He chuckles and stops his petting, but the little cow curls up and lays down and goes to sleep in the small of my back. It must be the rocking motion she likes.
Christian continues his onslaught and I feel like I need to pee. I didn't feel like this before, so why now?" "I gotta pee!"
"It's a g-spot orgasm. Just relax!" he growls through his teeth.
"But I'll piss all over you."
"Oh, God. Yes please!"
He wants me to piss on him‽
I cry out as the most profound orgasm takes hold of me and I feel a dribble of liquid run down my legs and Christian's pounding starts to sound sloppy. I'm mortified to know that I've just urinated on him. As the shlocking sound fills the room Christian cums and cries out a shuddering howl. This scares Tiddles and she scampers off of my back and back into her room.
He leans forward and puts his elbows down either side of me whilst he catches his breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pee on you. I couldn't stop myself."
"It's not pee, sweetheart. You squirted ejaculate and I loved it."
Oh!
