CHRISTIAN
With my forearm across her pelvis holding her down she is struggling to stop her legs from shaking, as my tongue slips through her wet folds. An incoherent version of my name… I think it's my name slips past her loud moans. I suck on her clit as though I'm drawing sustenance from it. I alternate between sucking and flipping my tongue over it, all pushing her closer to her release. She starts grinding her pussy in my face chasing her orgasm. "Jesus… yes, oh yes." She cries cuming beautifully on my tongue.
Before she has time to recover, I'm slamming my cock into that wet heat. "Oh God." She screams her back arching welcoming the invasion. I can feel her quivering pussy around my cock. "Yes." She moans welcoming my hard and fast thrusts. "You feel incredible," I grunt thrusting harder with every second.
I lean down and roll us on my back. "Take me." She sits up and starts bouncing furiously on my cock. "Fuck… Ana, you look so sexy." I groan as she is now grinding hard on top of me. She has her head thrown back riding my cock for all it's worth. I grip her waist and helping her ride out her orgasm loudly. She collapses on my chest breathing heavily. I grip her ass cheeks and starts to thrust up into her drawing out her orgasm while I get close to my own release. "Fuck yes." I hiss as I empty myself into her still quivering pussy. She rolls off me onto her back, I turn and face her... she looks relaxed more so than she has in the last few weeks.
"Did Kate tell you how her date with Elliot went?" I ask trying to keep the laughter out of my voice.
"Yeah…" she says giggling. "She did. I have never in my life heard of a date go so badly." She adds sitting up.
"Even with my lack of knowledge about dating, I doubt I could have fucked up that badly. In all fairness, how was he to know he'd fucked the hostess, two of the waitresses or that while waiting for her car another girl he'd fucked would walk up to him asking if he still had her number."
"The world is a small place when it wants to be." She says stretching that beautiful body of hers.
"Indeed." His night couldn't have gone any worse, as Elliot said of all the fuck ups he could have expected, three women he'd slept with working in the same restaurant wasn't one. As you can imagine he had his one chance and he blew it, or rather his past blew up in his face. He and Kate would never have worked out. Kate was home for barely a month, and she is now somewhere in the Amazon jungle filming a documentary series on the loss of trees for the rest of the year.
"I can't believe for the first time in over a month I get to have a lie-in on a weekday. I don't have to go in until eight… boy, that feels good." She says wrapping her arms around me.
"You have a meeting with Roz and me after lunch," I say holding her close to me because I know at some point this week she will start talking about going back to her home, and the thought is painful. These last five weeks have been blissfully wonderful and damn right perfect. Even arguing with her is preferable to the silence that will descend on this penthouse when she leaves. In truth, we've had one real argument, the others were just me trying to pick a fight simply because I wanted makeup sex. Fuck me, that was hands down the best sex I've ever had. It was rough, wild, nasty and just plain dirty. Ana bit, scratched, pulled, pushed and my body was thoroughly used, and I welcomed every second of it. My shame started something it shouldn't have. She found out I was still helping three previous subs financially and when she asked me about it I told her it was my money, and I could do with it what I damn well pleased. The second the words left my mouth I knew I had fucked up. I immediately sent an email to finance to stop all payments to the subs. Ask me which subs they were and I couldn't tell you. Minutes later I left my office to find her, and she was nowhere to be seen. I thought she had left and gone to hers. I called her, but she didn't answer, not that I blamed her, I then called Sawyer who informed me Ana was using the gym in the basement. The relief I felt was indescribable.
Two hours later Ana sauntered into the bedroom, a light sheen of sweat covering her body, she looked so fucking sexy my mind went blank for a minute. It had taken another hour before she was still enough for me to apologize. Turns out I knew the right words, things like if she were supporting an ex and I found out about I would be apoplectic. My response to her question was childish, I am so fucking sorry and a truckload of groveling, which included me giving her a full body massage, and I mean full. By the time I was done, she had cum for the fourth time, and I was hard as a telephone pole. Unfortunately for me, relief was nowhere in sight, she rode my cock until I was pleading for a release. When I finally came, I saw God and his son Jesus. Several more hours of animalistic fucking ensued… best fucking sex of my life.
"Earth to Christian." Ana sings.
"Sorry, my mind wondered," I mumbled.
"I got that, but where… I have some idea." She says drawing my attention to the pole between my legs.
"The makeup sex." I groan when she takes my cock in hand.
"Ahh yes… it was more the frustration at the office that week more than your comments… it just…"
"It was the straw that broke the camel's back." It takes an effort to get my words out as she is still stroking me.
"Precisely, I was worn out, pissed off, and just about had it, and I ask a simple question, and that shit leaves your mouth." She squeezes a little harder, and I let out an audible groan of satisfaction.
"You getting pissed…"
"I was pissed about anything my hand would not be on your cock." She purrs just as I let go and cum all over her hand.
"Good point." I groan.
"She showed up this morning," Dale says taking a sip of his coffee. "She insisted you had a copy of the contract and asked me to contact you." He adds.
"It's laughable that she thinks you will actually make an effort to get a copy of the contract," I say shaking my head at Elena's level of stupidity. Why would Dale give up thirty percent of his profits from the three salons to Elena?
"I don't think she thought about the fact that it wouldn't benefit me for her to find a copy," Dale says.
"My legal department has more important things to deal with than her copy of the contract. Why are you putting up with her?" I ask Dale, and a smirk appears on his face.
"She amuses me to a point I can't explain. The woman has this way about her… I don't know like I said I can explain it." He says with a chuckle.
"Oh, you mean the world revolves around me, so you will heel," I say with a smile.
"You summed it up perfectly." It's the Dom in her; she doesn't know any other way to behave even when she hasn't got a leg to stand on. "I don't want to step on anyone's toes or anything, but… erm, your sister…" I can't help the chuckle that leaves me.
"If you can handle Mia knock yourself out, but I wouldn't be doing my brotherly duty by telling you if you hurt her I will destroy you."
"Crystal clear Chris, crystal clear."
"How many fucking times have I told you to not call me Chris?" I growl, and he starts laughing.
"Mr. Grey, Miss Steele is here for your meeting." Shit, I hadn't noticed the time.
"Send her in," I say.
"Is this your lady?" Dale asks all smiles, at Harvard, he never once saw me with a girl thanks to Elena fucking Lincoln. Ana walks in, and I can't help but stare as though I didn't see her get dressed this morning. My new obsession is watching her get dressed and undressed.
"Miss Steele, may I introduce you to Dale Mortimer we went to Harvard together."
"Nice to meet you," Ana says shaking his hands.
"Likewise, I was beginning to think Chris here was asexual." He teases knowing full well he is annoying the hell out of me.
"Keep it up, and I will have Mia running away every time she sees you," I growl.
"Oh, you are that Dale." Ana says and Dale nods proudly. "Good luck having her run anywhere but straight to him... Chris." She loves nothing more than to rile me up.
"Dale, goodbye," I say effectively kicking him out.
"So that's the salon owner." She says sitting in front of my desk.
"Yes, but that is just one of his many ventures." I pull out the file I need and take a deep breath. "I'm afraid Ms. Bailey has been called away on an emergency." I clear my throat.
"Shouldn't we do this when she comes back?" Why must she be such a fucking stickler for the rules?
"Miss Steele, I am capable of conducting a review on my own. I got the recent audit of the legal department, and I have to say thank you, it is impressive. Everything is running like a well-oiled machine."
"Thank you." She says.
"Although, you are not very popular with the employees." I try to keep the smirk off my face.
"I'm here to do a job not make friends. If that were my purpose then yes I would be failing spectacularly, but since it isn't, I don't care." A girl after my own heart.
"They do admit the department is running smoothly and effectively." She nods. "Is there anything else I can do to make sure things continue as they are?"
"No, as it stands I am good." She makes a move to stand. I'm surprised she hasn't brought up the fact that she is still running the department even though I promised to have someone weeks ago.
"You look so fucking good, my cock and I still remember the blowjob we got in the shower this morning." I purr.
"Mr. Grey." She says in a stern voice. "Clearly, I need to remind you of the conversation we had about the separation of church and state… again." She sighs in exasperation.
"You are right… it won't happen again." She knows I don't mean a word of it. Between the hours of eight to five, she is Miss Steele my Head of Legal and not Ana, my girlfriend. Turns out I am something of a rule-breaker as I don't care what hour it is I am Christian her boyfriend even though she doesn't want to be Ana, my girlfriend. If she'd just loosen up… oh, my god, hell has frozen if I Christian Grey is the one hoping someone would loosen up.
"If you'll excuse me." She says standing up and what do I do? I bolt for the door and stand in front of it. She takes a step back in another exasperated sigh. "Do you think I don't want to jump your bones right now? Do you think I don't want you to bend me over that desk and fuck me? Have you seen you in a suit, I have never known anyone to wear a suit the way you do, all I want to do is slowly peel you out of your clothes. Unfortunately, one of us has to act responsibly… has to remind the two of us of our surroundings. You are like a drug, I can't have you not even recreationally or else next thing you know I'm an addict." I step closer to her putting my hands on her waist. She runs her hands up my chest to my neck and grabs my tie yanking me forward. "Keep your hands to yourself." She growls pulling harder on my tie. "Mr. Grey, you are pushing your luck." This is not helping her case. She releases my tie and walks past me. The minute it hits five I'm in her office. Who would have thought I would be the one flagrantly breaking the rules?
When I arrive on the legal floor, despite the time you'd think the day just started with just about the entire floor paying back hours. "Hello, baby." I take a seat on the chair in front of her desk. For once the place is not covered in files and paperwork.
"Mr. Grey…" Oh come on, it's a minute to five. "I need you to sign this for me." I look at the paperwork, and it's termination papers for a Corrine Tate. It appears Miss Tate feigned illness on Thursday and Friday to go see a band in Portland.
"How did you find out?" I ask signing the paper.
"Another member of staff saw her on YouTube and sent a link to me."
"Ouch," I say with a chuckle. I guess if they have to pay back their hours why should Miss Tate lie her way out of it.
"Claire, before you go could you inform Miss. Tate I'd like to see her in my office."
"Right away, Miss Steele."
"How much does she owe?" I ask moving to her couch, as it's far more comfortable.
"One hundred and thirty-six hours," Ana mumbles sitting back in her chair.
"Why is that chair so uncomfortable?" I ask eyeing up her far more ergonomic chair.
"I inherited it." She quips just as Claire's voice comes through the intercom."
"Miss Tate is here."
"Send her in, thank you." I actually sit up and try to look like a CEO instead of the boyfriend. There is a knock on the door, and then it is pushed open and in walks Miss Tate. She does a double take when she sees me and then does what I will admit I was not expecting... then again she doesn't know she's up the creek without a paddle. She stands tall, pushing her shoulders back effectively pushing her breast forward. She smiles at me, batting her lashes as well, completely ignoring Ana, her boss.
"Miss Tate, take a seat," Ana says with a smile, as Miss Tate is struggling to keep her eyes off me. "And you might want to look at me," Ana adds typing something on her computer.
"Sorry, it's just that you really look like the drummer from… anyway sorry." She mumbles.
"The drummer from the band you saw last Thursday," Ana says sitting back.
"Oh yeah, they were…" She stops realizing her folly.
"These are your termination papers, please sign here and here." Ana pushes the papers towards her.
"Miss Steele, I know it was stupid to lie, but I'd had these tickets for some time, and it was my last opportunity to see them…"
"I really don't care. I made it plainly clear five weeks ago that there would be no exception when it came to paying back the hours. Feigning illness to go see a band when you owed over one hundred hours is grounds for termination. Read and sign the papers." Miss Tate actually looks at me as if I'm going to save her. Sorry, Missy... you are shit out of luck with me. "What is left of your paycheck after your owed hours has been deducted would be sent to you." She signs the papers and makes her way out at a snail's pace.
"Are you done for the day?" I ask loosening my tie.
"Yeah, I was worried it was going to be another late night. Oh, one more thing…" she pushes her chair back turns towards me and crosses her legs. "When did Roz tell you that in truth this is the job she hired me for?" I knew this day would come eventually.
"Five weeks ago," I mumble trying to look contrite, which I don't think I pulled off.
"You mean my first day. Would that be before or after you asked me to take the position until you found someone?"
"After. I went to see about actively looking for someone and she said we already had… and in our defense the headhunting team we hired also put you at the top of the list." She folds her arms pushing her boobs up as if I need a distraction right now.
"That is all well and good, but did it ever occur to you to tell me you had no intention of giving the job to anyone, but me." She has got me there.
"I'm sorry." What else can I say? "In all fairness, Roz thought it was best not to say anything as eventually you wouldn't want someone else coming in and changing what you had so painstakingly set up." This is the best-run department in GEH right now.
"Odd… she told me that was your idea." Oh, I am going to kill that woman.
"Ana, I am already in the doghouse why would I lie about that?"
"You do have a point, you owe me… and I mean you owe me."
"You can have a fifteen percent pay…"
"I don't want money. Since you are so fond of mixing business with pleasure... despite this being a work issue. You, Christian, will be paying it personally." She stands saunters over to me parts my legs and settles on my lap. She crosses her legs revealing the tops of her thigh high.
"I take it you have decided to stay as my Head of Legal." She nods running my tie through her fingers.
"My parents are coming to visit this weekend, and they would love to meet you."
"You told your parents about me?" I ask surprised.
"I told my mother the Monday after we first met." I am shocked by this revelation. Then again I've never been in this position before, considering I didn't give two shits about the subs' personal lives.
"I didn't even think about you telling your parents about me," I mumble.
"Of course I did. My mother already loves you, my father you have to win over, but after Patrick, it shouldn't be a problem."
"I'd imagine so." I murmur running my fingers over the top of her thigh highs. "Are you moving back to yours?" I blurt out in a panic.
"That reminds me." she gets off my lap and rifles through her bag and pulls out two keys. "This key is to set your code for the gate, and this is to the front door." I know I look like a loon with my smile. "You are welcome anytime." She purrs in my ear before licking the shell. I wrap my arms around her pulling her closer as she trails kisses down my neck. I quickly shrug off my suit jacket and start unbuttoning my shirt.
Since yesterday I've had difficulty letting go of the keys Ana gave me. I have barely put it down even though I don't need it. I still struggle to believe that this is truly my life. I keep expecting to wake up one day and find myself back to the man I was before dad's accident. I remember the Thursday before the accident, Andrea handed in her letter of resignation. She asked for two weeks off, weeks she was entitled to, and I said no for no reason another than I didn't want the inconvenience of having some else at her desk even though we didn't have much going on. So since I wouldn't give her the time off she decided to quit.
Turns out she was getting married that weekend and yet I wouldn't give her time off. When she gave me her reason, I felt like a colossal asshole. Naturally, I gave her the time off, and to ease my guilt added an additional week, but the damage was done, and she said no. There was nothing I could say to get her to stay, my level of selfishness had reached its limit with her, and she was done. The only reason she came back was because of Carrick's accident. I look back at the man I was and I wonder how anyone could stand to be in my presence for more than a minute, yet my family wanted nothing more than to spend time with me.
"Sir, Taylor is asking for five minutes."
"Thank you, Andrea, send him in."
He is barely through the door when he starts talking. "We have a problem. Miss Steele was having lunch at the bistro down the road when her ex-boyfriend, Patrick Webb sat across from her. According to Sawyer, his words were, 'you left me for Christian Grey, a man who likes to beat women before he fucks them senseless.'
