All mistakes are mine ;p - Enjoy
Thomas is in Chicago for a meeting. I convinced him that I didn't need to go with him. He'll be tied up in meetings all week and I didn't feel like sitting around in a hotel for a week, waiting on him. He agreed since he really didn't have to impress anyone with his marriage and I wanted to work more at the shelter.
I love working at the shelter. It makes me feel good that I can give something back, now that I have so much. The banquet that we threw last month raised over two million dollars for our charity. There's now talks of building another shelter in the state and other cities are taking notice to what we are doing. Maybe by the time this scheme is done we will make a greater impact with the homeless community.
Christian hired someone to find April and Mark, but so far haven't come back with any leads of their whereabouts. I'm getting quite worried about them. I know it's been almost two years since we left Detroit and they could be anywhere, or that we don't have a last name for April, but I feel like we should've found something.
It's good thing we didn't end up going to Detroit because we might have ended up on a wild goose chase. I hope that they are alright.
Christian has been with me every afternoon while Emma is at the magazine. We work four hours at the shelter and the next four hours is spend fucking in almost every room in this house.
"I have to go," Christian tells me as he glances at his watch. "I have to meet Emma for a dinner meeting."
"Don't shower before you leave." I whisper as I roll myself on top of him.
"What?"
"I want you to smell me on you for the rest of the night. Every time your fingers touch your nose, you'll smell me. Every time you take out your dick to piss you'll smell my scent. I want you to think of me every second you are with her tonight."
"I think of you every second anyways, baby."
"I know, but would it be purely evil for me to think if she were to suck your dick tonight, she would taste me?"
I don't know who I've become, but in a way, I find it hot and sinister.
"Ana," Christian grabs my face. "She doesn't come anywhere that close to my dick with her mouth."
"You mean she's not satisfying you?"
"No one but you can satisfy me. I thought we agreed not to talk about this." He says sternly, releasing my face.
I shrug as I rock my core along his semi-flaccid penis. I pinch my right nipple between my fingers, working to get him hard again.
"I changed my mind...Is her pussy tight like mine?" I ask as my hand travels down my body to my clit. I start rubbing my sensitive bud with my index and middle finger.
"No one could be as tight as you, baby. She's so fucking loose I practically fall out. With you I feel every nerve of your slick warm center. With her I have to fake my orgasm and jack off to you in the shower later. Only the thought of you gets me hard around her."
"Mmmm." I moan. I get so fucking turned on by the fact he has to think of me before he can fuck his wife.
I take his dick in my hand and he's hard as granite. Ready to go again.
Fuck I need him
I sink myself on top of him and roll my hips. Feeling every inch of his dick inside of me.
He hisses through his teeth as his hands rest of my hips. "What about him?"
"His dick is so small I can't even feel him inside of me. Never had an orgasm and he only believes in missionary."
My hands fall flat on his chest as I start to bounce up and down.
I've spent almost every day with this man inside of me for the last six years and it only gets better and better.
Especially, now that I know what else is out there. No one can please me as well as Christian.
"You look fucking amazing when you ride my dick baby. I wish I could keep you like this always." He slyly smirks as his hands pinch and roll my nipples.
"Mmmm. One day you might be able to." I moan as I trust and roll my hips.
Christian pulls me down and kisses me as he starts to take over so of the movements. He fists a hand full of my hair as he kisses down my face, my neck. His movements still as he lifts me enough to suck on my breast.
"You're the perfect appetizer before dinner. I love you-" I sit back up and go back to riding him. Hard. I'm in desperate need to for the friction.
"I love you too-" I groan as I reach my peak and come around him. My head falls back as I quiver.
"So. Fucking. Hot…" Christian says and I can feel his eyes burn into me as he watches me come down from my high. On the nightstand Christian's phone buzzes, but he ignores it as he grabs my hips and starts thrusting into me hard. I bite down on my lip, trying to keep myself quiet, but I can't, and my screams bounce of the four walls.
"Fuck Ana!" He grips hard on my hips holding me down as he spills inside of me. I worry that his fingertips may leave bruises.
Don't think I could explain those to Thomas. Although wouldn't be the first time I had make an excuse of running into something because of Christian's love marks.
My body falls on top of his. I'm completely content with life at this moment. We're both silent enjoy the afterglow of our love making.
Christian's phone buzzes again and he groans in response. "I really do have to get going now." He kisses me and I roll off him.
I hop off the bed and grab my pants. "Well thank you for round three. That should keep me sated till tomorrow." I smirk.
"Always my pleasure to please my darling."
We both finish getting dressed and I wrap Christian in my arms, not wanting to let him go. "I'll walk you out."
We leave my bedroom and I take his hand as we walk down the stairs. I hear a light bang behind us and when I turn around I don't notice anything out of the ordinary.
When we get to the front door, Christian sweeps me in his arms and gives me a kiss that makes me weak in the knees. Each time our lips touch, it's new and exciting.
"I love you..." He whispers against my lips.
"I love you, more."
"I doubt that." He chuckles, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Christian gives me one final kiss before he's out the door. I turn to head back up to my room. When I arrive, leaning on my door frame is LeRoy. His head is shaved clean and has a wild tattoo of a skull on replacing where the hair should be. He's skinnier than the last time I saw him and his skin is almost gray looking.
"What the hell are you doing here LeRoy? You're not supposed to be here."
My heart is thumping out of my chest. He looks murderous. I've seen the look that he has in his eyes countless of times in the eyes of my mother's pimp and dealers. They're the eyes that terrorize my dreams. I take two steps back, slowly inching my way from this crazed man.
How did he get in here? I thought Thomas changed the locks.
"This is still my house, bitch. Just because you're acting like the queen of the castle doesn't mean the prince can't come in and play. My dad wouldn't have kicked me out again if it wasn't for you and your so-called brother."
"What are you talking about LeRoy?" I say cautiously. I'm on high alert knowing he's seconds away from snapping.
His lips turn into an evil snarl as he pulls out his phone. "I wasn't expecting to come over and find your brother balls deep inside of you."
LeRoy starts the video on his phone. There it is in full techno color is Christian and I fucking. Me on top, reverse cowgirl.
How long was he watching us? That happened over an hour ago.
"Explains why he was do defensive of you. I would have to admit that you do look like a good fuck." He walks to towards me and I make a run from him.
I make it to the stairs, but he catches up to me, and pushes me down five stairs to the first landing. I land on my hands and knees catching myself from falling further. I try to get up when LeRoy grabs me by my hair, pulling me to my feet, and slamming me to the wall. He takes my wrist and holds them beside my head.
"What's the matter, mother? Why you are running?" He taunts me, pushing his body into mine. "I just want to talk…." His nose runs along my cheek then his tongue licks the bottom of my chin.
"LeRoy, please…" I beg him. I want to put up a fight, but I've been here before. I've been in this position one to many times in my life. The fear bubbles in my belly and I know I won't be able to get out of his hold. Even though the drugs have taken his body fat, he's still bigger than me. Also, I believe that anger and hatred make you stronger.
"Since you're such a slut I want to have a go at you as well. On top of screwing your brains out, I want all the money my father gave you to be his wife. That money belongs to me anyways."
"Maybe if you weren't so busy shooting up he wouldn't have cut you off." I hiss at him.
"Shut Up!" He slaps me across the face. The force of his slap spins my head. "I want what's owed to me. Unless you want my father to find out about your sick little affair with your so-called brother. I want my money; you stupid bitch. Then I'm going to fuck you. I'll show you just who the better dick is."
His grin is sinister and it makes my skin crawl. His crotch is now pressed hard against me. He's getting excited with his torture of me and rolls his hips in me for friction. The smell of his skin is making me sick and I try to ward of the impending nausea.
His nose brushes in my hair and I can feel his lips against my ear. "You do smell good." he chuckles, "What was it that he called you when he came? Ana?"
LeRoy cups my breast and I try to fight against him. My flight response finally picking up. He squeezes my breast hard and moans. "Oh, these are nice. Your brother sure liked sucking on them. I think I will too."
I try to lift my knee to kick and he slaps me again. "Oh, stop your fighting. I don't want you, yet. You've already been rode hard and put up wet. I want you fresh for me. I want to taste your sweet cherry without his seed."
My blood runs cold and my heart is beating out of my chest. The fear is starting to overtake my fight response., although I continue to try to struggle against him. I want him off me. The memories of Giorgio having against the wall and punching me flash through my mind.
"Leave me alone, LeRoy." I spit out.
"I can't do that. You have twelve hours to give me my money and be on my bed naked. If you're one second late I'm showing the pictures to my dad and put the video I have on every porn site there is. You hear me?" He knocks me to the wall again as his lips forcefully press to mine. He tries to shove his tongue in my mouth and when I don't open he bites my lower lip. Hard.
He backs away from me and I lick the metallic taste of my blood away from my lip.
"Twelve hours you stupid slut." He warns me again before pushing me down to the ground almost sending me flying down the remainder of the steps.
LeRoy kicks my legs from under me and heads down the stairs laughing.
I hear some shuffling around coming from downstairs and make my way back to my room. I'm shocked, the few minutes I was gone LeRoy managed to ransack my room.
He wouldn't find much in here. I don't keep money on my person and he more than likely got my credit card. I look under my bed and notice my chest with my journal, the blanket, my Barbie, my ring, and some other mementos are untouched.
I sigh in relief knowing the things that mean the most are still intact.
I look at my dresser and he's taken my jewelry that I had on top. My underwear and clothes are scattered on the floor. My purse that was on my night stand is opened. I walk over there and like I figured the credit cards are missing. Thankfully, my phone remains in the charger.
I find Christian's name and hope that he hasn't made it to the restaurant yet.
*Where are you? I need you.
I send the text and realize how that sounded. So, I send another one.
*Something happened and I need to see you A.S.A.P
I stare at my phone waiting for the little text bubbles to pop up. I feel like I'm waiting a lifetime for them. Fifteen minutes later I finally get a text back.
*I just got your message what happened? Are you alright?
*I need to see you, NOW! I don't care how. I need to talk to you. Find a way to get here right away.
*I'll be right there.
I throw the phone down and crumble to my bed. I curl myself into ball and cry. The adrenaline finally leaving my body.
Everything that we worked to do might be ruined in a couple of hours. I don't care about the money, but there's no way in hell I'm letting LeRoy touch me.
What if he's already told Thomas? It's not like the man is thinking very straight. His visit, after being gone for almost five months, seems implausible. It was bad luck that he caught Christian and I together because I'm sure his true intent was to steal my money.
"Ana?" Christian's voice calls out into my room. His arms are instantly around my body and pulling me to his lap.
"Baby, what the hell happened here?"
"LeRoy…" I hiccup his name and sniff back my running nose. Christian's hold around me becomes tighter.
"What did he do?" Christian grits out.
"He… He... attacked me…." I whimper and cry again.
"He did what?" He says so softly, it's haunting.
"He has video of us having sex. He showed me, I tried to run and he pushed me down a few steps at the top…he told me he wants the money Thomas is giving me and…" I shut my mouth knowing what about to tell him is going to make his head pop. I nuzzle my head in his neck and it instantly brings me the comfort I desperately need.
"And what Ana?"
"He wants the money and sex from me or he'll tell Thomas and upload the video on line." I say in one long breath.
"He's fucking dead." His voice sends a shiver down my spine. "What else did he do to you Ana? I know there's more." His thumb runs down my lip, over the cut "He do this?"
I nod. "He slapped me, pushed me to the wall, and he kissed me. When I didn't kiss back he bite me. I'm scared Christian."
"Don't be scared, baby. I have you and I'll take care it. I won't let the fucker get away with it." His lips brush my temple and if it was possible, he's holding me tighter to him. We're molded as close together that we've become one. Our heartbeats are in rhythm.
Christian's body is still rigid. His lips remain on my forehead and he's lost in his own world. I can hear his thoughts racing while mine remain mute.
"What are we going to do?" I ask trying to pull him away from his inner battle.
"You aren't doing anything. I'll take care of everything. He'll regret the day he met Christian Grey." He growls and lifts me off his lap. He stands up and starts to pace.
"Christian tell me…" I move to grab his hand.
I just want him to tell me what he's working at. He's always been the one to take charge and do, then ask questions later.
However, I fear he's going to dive off the deep end and it'll be late for the questions.
"Ana, No. Listen to me for once in your life… listen."
I nod.
"I'll. Take. Care. Of. It." he says each word menacingly.
"How?"
I need to know what he wants to do. I need to protect him, like he always protects me. I know he's not thinking straight. He's a wild caged animal and once the door opens he's going to charge. Rip whoever is in front of him apart. Limb by limb.
He glares at me, grinding his teeth.
I poked the bear.
"Don't worry. I will handle it. Nobody touches my girl and gets away with it. No one." Taking a deep breath, he looks me over, his eyes softening.
Christian walks to me lifting me in his arms and embracing me. He kisses me gently on my sore lip. Lays feather kisses over my eyes, down my nose, to the side of my neck.
"I'll meet you later. I love you."
"Christian, what are you going to do?" I plead. Visions of Christian beating LeRoy to a bloody plump run through my mind. LeRoy getting the upper hand also flashes. The thought of anything happening to him because of me makes my skin to prickle and tears fall down my face.
He waves me off before he stomps away and out the door.
I crumble to the floor and pray for him to come back to me.
LeRoy is back...Let me know what you think... What do you think is going to happen?
And since I'm soo nice - I'll update tomorrow.
