A/N: I know it's been a week, sorry to keep you waiting :(. I do try my best to get regular updates out, but unfortunately real life takes priority and real life is kinda crazy busy right now.
I'm really interested to see what you think of this chapter... Rest assured our Dom is not far away, but right now his feelings, emotions and life is in a complete whirlwind... He'll feel a little more like himself soon ;). In saying that... Warning! The first lot of drama is coming up soon, maybe in the next few chapters.. You have been warned in advance, all I ask is that you trust me ;)
Candie xx
Take 11 - Rocking the boat
Soundtrack: Gemma Hayes - Wicked Game
CPOV
Fuck.
I have Ana draped over my lap, her amazing fucking ass screaming at me to spank the fuck out of it. Do I do it? She wants it right?- the huge grin on her face gives me that impression. I don't want to bring her over to my dark side. Is a spank the dark side? Jesus, I'm so conflicted here. I'm completely satisfied with the way things are going right now, what if this fucks things up?
"Waitinnng," she sings, wiggling her tush at me.
Oh fuck it! If she doesn't like it, i just won't do it again. I lower my hand to her cheeks and caress her. Her skin is so soft and smooth.
"Do you think it's okay to prance around in a dress that barely covers your ass? You are mine Anastasia!"
"There was nothing wrong with my dress." She groans defiantly.
Smack.
I hit that fine ass with precise force. My hand bounces off her skin. She jerks, her shoulders bouncing up and down. Is she crying? Fuck!
"Baby, I'm..." She snaps her head up and looks back at me. She's fucking laughing. "Something amusing?" I tilt my head, arching an eyebrow.
"I'm...I'm...sorry." She chokes on a laugh. "I haven't been spanked since I was little." She bites her lips, trying to hold in her laughter. "Continue."
She lowers her head back to the bed and wiggles her bum. She thinks this is funny? "I don't like people ogling what's mine Anastasia." I growl.
"Christian..." She sighs. "I work out everyday. I earn't this body with sweat and tears. If I want to wear a dress that shows off my hard work... I will."
Smack
I massage one cheek - the one I slapped before, while striking the other side. She has a point I guess, but it still doesn't sit well with me. Even Elliot was looking, that's not acceptable.
She lets out a squeak and a few giggles. "This isn't going to work if you keep laughing." I groan. It'd be just my luck that a disciplinary spanking would be amusing to her. She's a feisty wee thing alright.
"Sorry." She snorts. "Okay, I'm ready."
Rolling my eyes, I shift my weight underneath her and get myself into a more comfortable position.
Taking a deep breath I slap her ass three times. Hard and fast. Once on each cheek then one at the junction of her thighs. "Oohhh." She moans, pushing her hips into my thighs. "Again." She lifts her hips up, her forearms taking more of her weight, opening up her thighs a little more.
She's enjoying this? Her reactions are confusing the hell out of me.
"Will you wear the dress again?" I ask.
"If I want to..."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
That lot had my hand stinging. "Jesus." She pants. I soften the blow of the hits by stroking and massaging the places I spanked. "Christian." She whimpers, pushing herself up and climbing over my knee so that she is sitting astride me. She holds my face and smashes her lips to mine, kissing me passionately, fiercely. Her force knocks us backwards onto the mattress. Jesus Christ.
"Did you like that, baby?" My heavy breath a cooling relief between our faces as she rubs her cheek against my jaw.
"Yes." She cries softly. Her hips begin to gyrate. Oh shit. She is dangerously close to impaling herself on me.
"Baby, we need to..." Oh my god. He feels soooo good, slipping and sliding her core over me. She is absolutely saturated.
"Please hurry." She whimpers.
I roll us off the bed and onto the floor where our clothes lay sprawled across the carpet. I twist my head trying to locate my pants while she licks and kisses my chest. The fact that I don't even hold my breath for a second, tense, or close my eyes doesn't slip by me unnoticed, I'm becoming immune to her touch.
Grabbing enough fabric to be able to yank my trousers towards me, I fumble through my pockets until I find the sought after foil packet. It would be so much easier if she were on the pill or some other form of birth control. Not only would we never have to stop to find a fucking condom, but I'd be able to have her completely - skin to skin. The thought sends shivers through my body. I can only imagine how perfect that would feel.
Reaching over her thighs I find my cock and roll the fucker on. "It's all yours, baby."
"Lean on the bed." She pants, putting an end to her suction on my neck. I push myself back and sit up, my back leaning against the side of the bed, my knees bent. She stands up slowly and puts her feet either side of me, her pussy in front of my face. Fuck me. I grab the back of her thighs and push her into my face, kissing and licking her folds.
"Oooooooh, god." Her legs tremble, and her fingers weave through my hair. After a few minutes of thoroughly devouring her she drops to her knees, leaning back against my knees and slides down onto my waiting erection.
"Fuccccck." I close my eyes, titling my head back.
"Holy... God that feels so good." She purrs, circling her hips. "I can't wait to feel you skin to skin." She mutters, focused on her slow, deliberate movements. Her comments piques my interest. Is she looking into different birth control. Her eyes flutter open, her eyes finding mine instantly.
"I got the shot yesterday," She grins, "before I came here for dinner. We are good to go on Friday." I don't know what it is about knowing I can have her completely in 6 days time, but whatever it is has only fuelled my already raging desire. I start bucking my hips up to meet her movements.
"Fuck..." She moans, her head dropping to my shoulder and her arms snaking around my neck. "Mmmm. Christian." She sobs.
"I know baby, I know." Fuck do I know. It doesn't get much better than this. I can feel her tightening around me, her muscles clenching me, winding up for the big finale.
She grabs my hands in hers and pins them above us on the bed then really starts riding me. Fucking hell - up down, around, up, down and around. Faster and faster.
"Together, baby. Fuck you look too perfect right now." I want to touch her, brush the hair from her face and sweep my fingers over her breasts, but I can't, she has my hands pinned. I could over power her easily, but I don't want to.
"Together." She pants, her grip on my hands tightening. "Oooooh fuck." Her whole body tenses, as does mine.
I drown out her screams by locking my mouth over hers as she contracts every drop from me. Fucking hell, I think I'm even seeing stars. I've never had such an intense connection with someone. There is no way to describe it. All the usual words don't even come close - earth shattering, ecstasy, bliss, perfection - all seem unworthy of describing the feeling I get when we have sex.
She releases my hands and drapes her arms around my neck, her hips still rotating slowly. She doesn't say anything, just holds me.
After some time I lift us up as best I can and move us up onto the bed. "I don't want to move." She sighs beside my ear.
"Then don't." I chuckle, laying myself down and parting my legs so that she can lay comfortably on top of me. She sprawls out on my chest, her head nestled on my shoulder.
"Did I make a good sub?" I can feel her smile against my skin.
"Worst ever." I laugh.
"Hmmm," she giggles tiredly, her breathing slowly. "I still lust you, even though you think I'm a horrible submissive."
"And I still lust you, even though you laughed your way through a spanking and enjoyed it way more than you should have." I run the tips of my fingers up and down her back, she'll be fast asleep soon.
I stay awake for ages just listening to her breathing, feeling her heart beat above mine.
I wake to the bedroom door swinging open. Fuck. My eyes whip open to assess our state of exposure. Ana is still nestled on my chest, her breasts hidden, I glance down quickly, her ass is covered by the sheet. Thank god. I tilt my head to the door and see Kate marching in.
"Is she awake?" Does it look like she's awake!
"No, what the fucks going on?"
"We need to talk, both of you. I'll meet you in the kitchen." She glances at Ana's bare back then down to our clothes that are still scattered on the floor, shakes her head with a chuckle and waltzes out.
"Shut the fucking door!" I yell after her, my request falling on deaf ears.
"What's wrong?" Ana yawns, shifting her weight on me as she stretches.
"Kate's summoned us to the kitchen." I groan, rubbing my eyes and stifling a yawn.
"She can wait." She reaches behind her and tugs the sheet further up our bodies, then nestles her head back on my shoulder. After a few minutes of comfortable silence she raises her head smiling.
"Good Morning handsome."
"Mmmm, morning Beautiful." I kiss the top of her head and inhale her delicious scent. I could wake up to this every morning and never tire of it.
Her hand glides down my side until she reaches my thighs then tries to creep between us. I know exactly what's she's up to. "Baby, Kate left the door wide open, unless you've decided to become an exhibitionist..." I trail off as she frowns. "You're cute when you frown,". I press my lips to the little 'V' that's formed on her forehead.
"Cute." She replies.
"Breakfast will be ready soon."
We shower then head down to join everyone for breakfast. "Morning Mom." I give her a kiss on the cheek and steal the pancake she's just flipped onto a plate.
"Owwww, fuck that's hot."
"Language." Mom growls with a arched eyebrow. "Good morning you two." Her frown quickly turns into a face splitting smile. "Kate wants to speak to you."
I lead Ana into the living room where Kate is pacing, rambling to Elliot.
"What's happening Kate?" Ana asks.
Kate turns to look at her then picks up a newspaper and slaps it in to Ana's waiting hand. Ana looks deep into Kate's eyes and Kate nods. Ana's shoulders drop.
"What's going on?" I grab the newspaper from Ana and open it up.
Oh fuck!
'Friends at a benefit, or friends with benefits? You decide.
Last night at the annual 'Coping Together' fundraising Gala, Seattle's elite were given more than they bided on when they were surprised with the presence of Hollywood's Sweetheart Anastasia Steele. Our source at the event inform us that Steele was there as the date of Seattle's Billionaire Bachelor, Christian Grey.
Steele - who is best known for her staring role in 'A Beautiful Lie' is currently in Seattle filming the second movie in the famous trilogy.
Steele is reported to have bid a whopping one hundred thousand dollars for a holiday at Christian Greys Aspen house.
Not to be out done by his movie star date, Grey is said to have won the privilege of being Steele's first dance partner by bidding close to one million dollars.
If that isn't enough to squash the recent 'friends' statement released by Steele's spokesperson yesterday, then the fact that the two were openly kissing and touching throughout the whole night will.
A friend of the family tells us that Grey and Steele - 'couldn't keep their hands off each other. They held hands all through dinner, it was sweet. When they finally made it to the dance floor they were oblivious to everyone watching them. They were kissing, I'm talking full on, tongue, passionate kissing.'
Our source also informs us that not only were they grinding up a storm on the after party dance floor, but the two were seen entering the Greys house for the evening - grinding up a storm under the sheets maybe?
Despite what Steele's team have stated, It looks like our bachelor is off the market ladies.
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"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry." It's the only thing I can think of that is worth saying.
"Is it bad?" She bites down on her lip and looks at me curiously.
"Lets see, 'full on, tongue passionate kissing on the dance floor', and grinding up a storm under the sheets... That's about the worst of it." Kate interjects. "Oh, and the whole city is now on Ana and Christian watch. You have a website."
Ana groans and slumps back into one of the sofas. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to disrupt you with my craziness." She looks up at me regretfully, her eyes welling with unshed tears.
"Give us a minute." I shoot a glance at Elliot, who nods and leads Kate from the room, shutting the double doors behind him.
I walk over to Ana and crouch down in front of her, my hands resting on her knees. "Please don't cry, baby,". I give her knees a comforting squeeze.
"Christian, I didn't want you to have to deal with the press. You won't be able to do anything without being followed. They'll be waiting for you outside of your office building everyday, follow you to your apartment..."
"Ana, I can handle the media. I deal with them all the time."
"Not like this... I just...what if you can't?" She chokes and a tear falls down her cheek.
"Hey... No tears." I lean forward and kiss the tear from her cheek, then cup her face. "What did you mean by 'what if I can't'?"
She inhales jaggedly. "If you can't handle the media, or if you don't want to... Where does that leave me?" She whispers, diverting her eyes from mine. She thinks I won't want her because of the media circus that surrounds her? She's scared I'll be frightened off?
"Look at me." I murmur, tilting her face with my hands. "I'll take you anyway I can have you, Ana. If that means I have paparazzi stalking me 24/7, then so be it."
"Really?" She breathes, her eyes scanning my face.
"Really." I kiss her gently, sweetly. Fuck her lips are soft.
"I don't want to hide anymore... I want to go out for dinner with you, go to the movies...go bowling... All that stuff." She mutters, stopping to sniff.
"Bowling?" I chuckle.
"Yes bowling," she smiles. "I guess they would have figured it out sooner rather than later anyway, with you attending the Victorias Secret show and Deep premiere with me." She shrugs.
I close my eyes and try not to think about Ana strutting around in lingerie. I'm going to need a session with Flynn before I sit through that. "I'm okay with that, it will mean everyone will know you are mine." I give her a cheeky smirk.
"And that you are mine." She giggles softly, placing her hands on mine.
"So it's official? We are going public?" I glance up at her through my lashes, slightly nervous to be honest. If we go public then the media are bound to try dig up information on me. I guess they'll do that regardless.
"Okay." She grins, but the grin doesn't reach her eyes, her eyes are dull and sombre, I know it's because she still believes it'll all be too much for me and I'll throw in the towel.
I distract her by pulling her snuggly to my chest and wrapping my arms around her tiny frame. "I'm never letting you go." I declare, my voice little more than a whisper.
She removes herself from my hold and analyses my face for genuineness. She must see the confirmation she needs because she crushes her delectable lips to mine with urgency. I let her take control of the kiss, mirroring her declining force until it is nothing but dreamy, harmonious magic - slow and sensual, the perfect Ana kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth leisurely, with gentle, deliberate, soothing strokes, it is both arousing and comforting.
She doesn't stop until there is a small tap on the door. She sits up straighter and bites down on her lip.
"Come in." I squeeze her hand then rise to my feet and take a seat next to her. Mom pokes her head around the door.
"Breakfast is ready." She half smiles half pouts, obviously having read the paper.
"Thank you Grace." Ana offers her a smile.
I lead Ana through to the dining room and pull her chair out for her, earning myself an approving nod from Dad. He drilled into us from an early age the proper way to take care of a woman. I don't think he'd be giving me the nod if he knew about the way I treated my submissives.
Breakfast is extraordinary as usual. Pancakes with bacon, maple syrup, eggs, and fresh fruit. I notice Ana opts only to eat the pancakes and fresh fruit, leaving her eggs and bacon on the plate.
"Not hungry, baby?" I ask curiously.
"Something like that." She mutters so that only I can hear. "Do you want it?" She pushes her plate towards me. I won't say no to extra bacon. As I eat from her plate, she picks at the fruit on mine. Is she watching her weight? She's tiny enough as it is!
I am about to chide her for being ludicrous when I am interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pants pocket. "Eat." I grumble as I pull my phone out. She rolls her eyes and stabs at a piece of melon, shoving it in her mouth and chewing dramatically as she watches me. Feisty little thing!
Glancing down at my screen I see a text from Taylor who returned to Escala after we retired last night.
*Building surrounded Boss. Let me know what you want to do. T*
I don't need to ask, I know he means surrounded by paparazzi. I'll talk to Ana after breakfast and see what she wants to do. If we are going public, there's no need to avoid them is there? I text him back letting him know I'll get back to him, and for him to contact Welch, we need to find out who was responsible for the article. Whoever it is, I will crush them. No one brings tears to my girls eyes without paying.
When I turn my attention back to the table Ana is chatting with Mom.
"I'll write you a check if that's okay?" She must be inquiring about paying for her auction.
"That's perfect, just write it out to 'Coping Together'." Mom looks positively ecstatic. Last night was the most successful gala to date. I have to agree with Mia, I think Ana's presence was the reason for that. Every fucker there was bidding for her on the dance auction. I'm lucky I was the richest bastard there or she may have been dancing with someone else.
"So, what does everyone have planned for the day?" Mia asks, nibbling on fruit like Ana.
I look at Ana curiously, we've not actually talked about what we'd do over the weekend, she might be working for all I know.
"I'm not sure Mia." Ana answers her, looking as blank as I do. "I'm free all day." She shrugs.
"Oooo, Christian, can we take 'The Grace' out? Please.." Mia whines, her leg bobbing up and down as she waits with anticipation for my answer.
"The Grace?" Ana asks with a look of curiosity etched across her flawless features.
"My boat." I answer, my tone suggesting the statement is more of a question. Ana's eyes light up like Christmas and her mouth forms a cute 'O'. I follow her gaze to the dining room window. It's a beautiful day out, doesn't seem to be much wind, the sun is shining - perfect weather for lazing on the water.
"I'm up for it if you are?" I give Ana a boyish grin.
"I love the water." She returns my grin with a suggestive one of her own.
"Sounds good, Mia." I mumble nonchalantly, my focus purely on Ana's sparkly blues.
After finishing breakfast and saying our goodbyes to my parents, we all head to the marina in our separate vehicles.
"Can we stop by my apartment quickly?" Ana asks.
"What do you need, baby? I've got Taylor bringing me a bag to save driving through the crowds."
"Oh... I should have guessed. You're very good at distracting me." She smirks. "I'll get Sawyer to pack me a few things and have him drop them off to Taylor." She pulls out her phone and texts Sawyer before turning slightly in her seat, her head resting against the head rest and watching me intently.
I sneak little looks at her as we drive straight to the marina. When we arrive Reynolds is waiting for us in the car park along with Carter. Ana and I both have a little chuckle at the fact that our security are working together without instruction. I guess we aren't giving them much of a choice, we are so wrapped up in each other security instructions hasn't been priority - that needs to change.
After filling in Reynolds on our expected activities and estimated time of return, I lead Ana down to where 'The Grace' is Moored.
"Wow, Christian this is amazing." She beams, jumping across to the deck - damn near giving me a heartache.
"Jesus, Ana. You could have fallen and hurt yourself." I admonish.
"Oh lighten up." She rolls her eyes. "Come and show me around."
"Lets go for a swim." Ana's warm breath hums against my ear as she wraps her arms around my neck from behind. I am sitting on one of the deck chairs having a beer with Elliot. Fuck knows where Remmie got to.
My eyes catch Elliot who is trying to look everywhere but at Ana. Turning to face her my eyes are immediately hit with the sight of her bare stomach. She's changed into swimwear, a bikini no less. Fuck me. It's a white bandeau bikini with different coloured stripes - orange, yellow, pink, aqua blue and gray. She looks phenomenal.
I know what I want to do with her and it doesn't involve swimming. I stand quickly and wrap my arms around her, covering her near nakedness with my body.
"I'd rip these scraps of fabric off you if we weren't with company." I growl in her ear. "And you really should be wearing a T-shirt over this." I pull her bikini top back then let it go with a smack. "Not only will you get burnt, but you're giving my brother a look at what's mine."
"You're a bit of a control freak aren't you?" She wraps her arms around my neck and grasps the back of my hair. "Last one in the water buys dinner." She gives me a quick peck then pulls out of my hold and runs to the side, diving into the water with a swimmers grace. I chuckle to myself. I would have paid for dinner anyway. I pull my shirt over my head and drop my chinos so that I am left wearing only my swimming shorts.
"Aren't you going to join me?" She smiles, bobbing up and down in the water.
I give her a cheeky grin before running off the side and bombing right beside her.
I hit the surface hard, the water momentarily freezing my body. Fuck it's cold.
Breaking back through to the surface I shake the water from my hair and search for Ana. I can't see her. Where the fuck is she? Then I feel her, her fingers running along the top of my shorts. I close my eyes and smile to the heavens as she kisses up my stomach then surfaces in front of me.
"Hi." She captures her bottom lip with her teeth.
"Hi." I move towards her but she treads water backwards pointing up at the boat. I glance up and see Remmie looking down at us. When he sees me spot him, he gives me a friendly wave then turns away. Fucker was checking out Ana in a bikini!
She curls her finger, beckoning me closer to the boat and out of view.
"I like you wet." I murmur, finally catching her at the back of the boat by the ladder. She backs herself up against the metal and wraps her legs around my waist.
I run my finger along the top of her bikini top, yanking it down on one side in the process. I look into her eyes as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck it delicately. Her pupils dilate and her breathing quickens. I finish it off with a lingering kiss then pull her bikini top back up and fixing it back in place.
"Tease." She pouts.
"Baby, that wasn't teasing, that was a taster of what's coming when I get you back on board." I slip my fingers into her bikini bottoms and run them along her folds. "Believe me, if we didn't have to use condoms I'd be inside you already." I shove my fingers into her core.
"Aahhh." She moans, clutching to the ladder rail tightly.
"But we do, so you'll have to wait for me."
"I don't want to wait...lets go." She grabs hold of my hair, chewing her lip as she studies my face.
"Hey... What's the rush?" I smile, but she's serious.
"The way you make me feel..." She whispers, "I can't ever be close enough to you." She declares, laying her feelings on the table, her eyes telling me everything I need to know. She's in just as deep as I am.
Grabbing the rails on either side of her, I inch my face closer to hers, "I feel the same," she shivers at my words, her legs tightening around my waist as the rest of her body relaxes.
Her fingers trail my jaw tenderly on either side of my face, stopping at my chin where she runs her thumb back and forth then leans forward and kisses me cherishingly. It's not a kiss that suggests any more - she's telling me how she feels, with soft, deliberate, tender movements.
Taking me by surprise she lunges off the ladder, pushing us back into the water, the action separating us. She pops up from beneath the water, twisting on to her back and just floats. She looks so relaxed and peaceful.
After having our fun in the water we make our way back onto the boat to have a bite to eat. Gail had packed us a fantastic picnic basket and sent it along with Taylor and our bags.
I sit down on one of the loungers and lay back. Rather than taking the empty lounger next to mine, Ana climbs onto mine and lays down between my legs. I wanted her to change out of her bikini, but because Kate and Mia are in their swimsuits, I didn't have much of an argument to base my demands on.
The picnic basket is beside the lounger, so I reach around Ana and open the lid, taking out the strawberries then pushing the basket over to Elliot.
"Open up." I look down at Ana who is lying stomach down, between my legs. She lifts her head from my chest and opens her mouth with a smile so that I can place a strawberry in her mouth.
"Ohh that's good." She mumbles, chewing slowly, humming sounds of appreciation, her eyes smiling. I reach down and wipe a drop of strawberry juice from her lip then place it in my mouth, giving her a little wink. I continue feeding her in this way, oblivious to everyone else. We are in our own little bubble. I make a mental note to being her back out alone, maybe for a night, when I don't have to restrain myself due to company.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She murmurs, nuzzling my chest.
"What do you think about spending the night out here soon, just me and you?"
"Tonight's a good a night as any." She suggests with enthusiasm.
"Tonight?"
"Why not?" She shrugs. "I don't need sleepwear." She arches an eyebrow suggestively.
"What about our guests?" I glance around. Kate, Mia and Elliot are all talking while nibbling on Gail's freshly baked oat cookies and Remmie, well that fuckers just about pushed me as far as I can be pushed. He taking sneaky looks as Ana's ass while pretending to look interested in what Mia is saying. I don't know how much longer I can hold my tongue.
"Let them swim back." Ana laughs. "Kate needs the exercise."
"Hey, I heard that." Kate throws a grape at Ana, missing by miles. Ana pokes her tongue out at Kate then snuggles back into my chest.
"Your hairs drying with waves." I murmur, running my hand through her lush locks.
"Mmmm, natural waves." She mumbles, sounding sleepy. "So can we stay onboard tonight?"
"Whatever you want, baby." I mutter into her hair.
"Good." She pushes herself up so that her face is level with mine. "Maybe the stowaways can stay too...I can be quiet." She smiles on my lips, pressing them to mine.
"You sure about that?" I chuckle.
"Only one way to find out."
The sun is setting and we are lounging on deck with a drink. We have just polished off what was left in the picnic basket. Both Taylor and Sawyer have been notified that we will all be staying on board.
Ana is in her usual position, curled up on my lap. She's still in her bikini, but I managed to convince her to put a large, oversized sweater over top.
Mia is bombarding her with questions about the movie she is filming and her co- star.
"Oh my god...look." Mia fumbles through her bag and pulls out what looks to be photos. She hands them to me excitedly. "Ana had the photographer print out a few of the shoot photos for me."
I take a look. Oh fuck. Breathe, Christian, Breathe. Ana is wearing a tight white singlet and a pair of skin tight black legging. Her hands are resting on the fuckers bare chest. What the fuck made Mia think I'd want to see this?
I hand them back to Mia without saying a word. After a few moments of being alone with my venomous thoughts I shift Ana from my lap and head down to the cabin. The image of Ana holding him has me seething. I know it's her job but I can't control the way I feel about another man touching her. She is mine.
I lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. It doesn't take long for Ana to come looking for me. She opens the cabin door and leans against the door frame for a beat while she studies me then climbs onto the bed.
"What's wrong?" She asks delicately, her fingers stroking my forearm lightly.
I look down at her, but can't bring myself to say anything about the photos. "Nothing's wrong, babe."
She looks at me skeptically. "You'd tell me if there was, wont you? I can't talk you through things if you don't tell me what it is that's bothering you."
I inhale deeply. She knows it's the photos, she's not stupid, but I don't particularly want to talk about it right now. She's here, with me, on my boat, on my bed. That is all that matters in this moment.
"Baby, I'm fine. I just wanted you to myself. I'm a selfish man." I grin, lying, trying to put a halt to her line of enquiry.
"Ahhhh, well here I am. What are you going to do with me?"
I'm going to remind her who she belongs to, that's what I'm going to do. "Sit up." I command, my lungs heavy, trying to control the forcefulness in my voice. Her eyes flutter, blinking double time as she assesses my demeanour. She sits herself up slowly, removing her jumper as she does so. She's going to try and top from the bottom again. The thought makes me smile, banishing my controlling thoughts to the back of my mind - for now. She's challenging - in more ways than one. When I refocus, she is kneeling beside me removing her bikini top.
"I've waited all day for this." She breathes, ripping open the velcro fastening of my swimming shorts. Bending over she skims her lips over my stomach, her breasts tickling my thighs. She pushes back onto her knees and holds up a foil packet, a sly smirk playing on her mouth. The fact that I can't bring myself to take the control back and over ride her is frustrating the fuck out of me. Why can't I just fucking roll her over and show her who is boss? I never would have let any of my subs do this. I want to spanking the fucking hell out of her for unmanning me, but at the same time I am a slave to her, she fucking owns me. I want to lay here and watch her body move as he cherishes me, loves me.
Loves me? What the fuck Grey?! Reign it in. This woman is doing my fucking head in.
While I'm lost in my thoughts she rolls the rubber down my length, and impales herself on me, effectively regaining my attention. "Ooohhhhhh fuck yeah." She moans, tilting her head back to view the ceiling.
"Jesus, ahhh fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good." I pant, pushing myself up so that we are face to face. She slaps her hand down on my chest and pushes me back to the bed. What the fuck!?
Her hips are bucking back and forth in a steady rhythm, her breathing loud. Oh fuck me, that feels to fucking good. I push myself back up, I need to kiss her. She pushes me back down to the bed. Oh fuck no! Enough is enough.
"Fuck this." I roll her over violently, smashing her to the mattress and hammer into her with as much force as I can muster.
"Fuckkkkk." She cries, then groans. Her head tilting back and her mouth opening.
"Who do you belong to..." I grunt as I smash into her again and again.
"Ahh, oooooooo fuck... You! You!" She screams, her hands grasping at my back, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"You are mine." I mutter, softening my thrusts. "Roll onto your side." Lets even this out.
She rolls onto her side, as do I - her back to my chest. I grab the back of her knee and lift her left leg up letting it rest on my mine - opening her sex up for me. She raises her arm, twisting her upper body towards me slightly, her hand stroking my face. I bury my head in her shoulder, looking down at her breasts. She's a fucking goddess.
"Mine." I breath, slowly pushing myself back into her hot, tight core. My stomach knots with an unfamiliar feeling, she really was made to fit me, why does the thought of that not sit well? Because she's leaving in 6 months? Because I don't deserve her? Because I think I lo...Fuck up Grey!
"Mine," She whimpers, pulling my mouth to hers, kissing me sensually - and because I am hers, I let her control the kiss as I continue to gyrate and rock us to our heaven on earth.
