Sorry for being a little late with this chapter, been busy working on my other stories. I'm so happy that you all enjoy this story so much. Really makes me happy when I see all the reviews for each chapter.
Everything feels so right, his hands all over my body while mine are gripping his hair.
"Fuck I want you so bad" he says to me after breaking away from our fierce make out scene.
"I want you too Christian" God do I want him. He crashes his lips back into mine, his hands has a firm grip on my hips. I lean back just a little trying to unzip his pants to that I could stroke his cock in my hands…Beeeeeeeppppp My ass hit the horn on the steering wheel.
"Fuuuuck: He hisses out.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean too" I bite my bottom lip.
"It's ok we were caught up in the moment….Ahhh fuck it" He grabs the back of my neck pulling me towards him again for another lip locking, tongue twirling passionate kiss. Five minutes later we break away from each other wanting more. But for the fear of losing my virginity in a car I think it might be time I call it a night. There is always time later for car sex.
"I better go"
"Are you sure? You wouldn't want to wake Elena would you?" he smirks
"I don't think waking Elena will be a problem"
"And why is that?"
"Because she isn't even home. Look her car isn't even in the driveway" I point and he looks. Was he hoping for me to go home with him? Maybe if he would have asked I might have said yes. Maybe I should invite him in for some tea or coffee?
"Would you like to come inside? You know for some coffee? It's quite a ways to the city from here and I'm sure a cup of coffee would help keep you awake for your long drive"
"Very thoughtful of you. Do you always put others first before yourself?"
"I try, it's something my parents taught me"
"Your parents must have been very proud of you, well you tell me about them?"
"Sure. But how about in the house, my butt is starting to fall asleep" he starts to laugh and opens his door. I awkwardly climb out of the car almost kneeing Christian in the chin as I do so. We walk into the pitch black house, turning on the lights as we go. There is a look of fear on Christian's face as we walk pass the basement door.
Walking into the kitchen I only turn the light above the stove on. I grab two coffee mugs and place them on the counter I turn around to ask Christian which he would prefer coffee or tea but he looks to be in deep thought about something.
"Christian?" I wave my hand in front of his face and that seem to bring him back into the norm.
"I'm sorry what?"
"I asked if you wanted coffee or tea"
"Whatever you're having is fine, I wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble just for a cup of coffee"
"It's no problem" I smile and go into the pantry to grab one of the k-cups for the coffee maker. As his cup of coffee is brewing, I fill my cup with some water and place it in the microwave for a minute. I had him his coffee as soon as it was done and retrieved my hot water from the microwave dunking in the tea bag and letting it steep for a couple of minutes.
I sit next to him at the kitchen island but turn my body so that I am facing him. I blow into my mug cooling down the tea so that it won't burn my tongue and I watch as Christian does the same with his coffee. After taking a few sips I place the mug down on the counter and look at him. His eyes seem to wonder over to the basement door. Trying to grab his attention I clear my throat and start with,
"So" I smile
"So your parents. You were going to tell me about them" he takes another sip of his coffee.
"Yes. There really isn't much to tell that you don't already know"
"Ok then tell me something I don't know. I want to get to know you better Anastasia"
"Ok then. As you know I was the only child so I didn't have any brothers or sisters to pick on me or for me to pick on them. Every night my mom would sing me to sleep until she started to feel under the weather, on one of her good days her and I sat in the bathroom, I had her sing into a recorder so that I would have something to listen to at night. I could sit with her for hours just talking about anything, from how both our day was to what we planned on doing during the week or weekend" I take a few more sips of my tea and lick my dry lips and continue.
"My mom wasn't the best of cooks but she tried her hardest, my dad Ray had offered to pay for her to take cooking lessons on the weekends at one of Paula Dean's stores that she had in downtown Georgia but my mother complained that it was just a waste of money. Her excuse was that she was too long in the tooth to learn something new, and that you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"What did she look like?" He asked
"Like me. Hold on let me get a picture of her and I'll show you" I get up from my seat and walk into the family room, above the fire place I put a picture of mother up there about a week after I moved in. I grab the picture frame and walk back in to the kitchen. Standing next to Christian I handed him the picture of my mother and me from my sweet sixteen party. I had on a beautiful white princess dress with purple trim.
My mother wanted me to save the dress, but that year for Halloween I covered it in blood and went to a Halloween party as a zombie bride. She was so upset with me, she said I could have used it as my wedding dress for when I found the love of my life and married him and then I could have passed it down to my daughter.
"She's very beautiful. You have her eyes"
"She was wasn't she?"
"And your dad? What was he like?"
"Well as you heard my dad wasn't my real dad he was my Step-dad but I loved him as if he was my own, I still called him daddy and I was his little princess. He was your typical dad, he would play catch with me in the backyard. Take me out for ice cream on Friday night's. Sit on the front porch with a shot gun when my friend who just so happened to be a boy would come over and ask for me to come outside and play. He told me that no one was good enough for his baby girl" Christian looked down for a moment and sighed.
"That's about it when it comes to Ray and Carla Steele" I smile softly at him.
"Do you miss them?"
"As much as anyone could miss someone they love" He smiles.
"So what about your parent's? Grace and Carrick what are they like?"
"Much like your own. They both are very loving and caring people and would do anything to make sure their children are happy. My mother is a pediatrician at Seattle Grace Hospital, and my Father is lawyer at his own law firm that he built from the ground up"
"And I bet when you were little your father wanted you to become a lawyer just like him"
"That would be correct. But I wanted to make my father proud so I went to Harvard but after a year of it I got bored. My Dad was extremely pissed at me when I walked in the front door when I should have been at school starting my second year"
"So what did you do? Well clearly we know what you did but how did you get there? How did you manage to start your company?"
"I managed to get a $100,000 loan from a friend and it all started from there. I bought myself a laptop created a website and began buying small companies fixing them up for a small price, then selling them for double of what they were worth. It went on like that for about a year, I moved my business out of my bedroom and into a small office. Another year after that I started to buy even bigger companies and selling them for three times as much as they were worth. When I turned 21 I made my first million, first thing I did was buy myself my own apartment at Escala. When I turned 25 I had a few more million in the bank and built GEH from the ground up thanks to my brother Elliot. Now 28 and I am worth billions"
"Wow that's amazing. So who was your friend who loaned you that kind of money?" He glaze went back to the basement door. What is it about the basement? My breath halts when it hits me. Shit. How could I have forgotten? Elena, him, basement, playroom, BDSM, he's a Dom, she was once his Dom, She taught him everything. That sicken feeling I had at the charity event has now returned. Elena was the one who loaned him the money. Did she do it out of guilt? Or did she do it as a payment for him being her Sub? Bile is rising up in my throat.
"Anastasia are you alright? You look like you're going to be sick" He gets up from his chair and rushes over to the kitchen sick and grabs one of the water glasses from the strainer and fills it with some water from the tap. He hands me the glass and I drink it as fast as I can, he puts the back of his hand on my forehead to check my temperature.
"You don't have a fever, was it something you ate?"
"No" I shake my head while panting from drinking the water so fast. God how do I even explain to him that what made me sick was the thought of him and Elena together in a relationship a sexually relationship at that. I know she told me that she feels horrible now for what she has done. But I still can't get the thought of him being the son of her best friend. He might have had problems as a teenager but that is still no excuse to introduce him into that lifestyle.
Ever since she told me that she was into it and that Christian was into it as well I have done some research on it, and OH MY FUCKING GOD the shit some people want to do or want done to them is out of this world. They have things like animal play, age play which kind of made me laugh considering the age difference between him and myself. Breast bondage, breath control, collaring, erotic spanking now that brings me back to the time when we were in the break room and he said he wanted to put me over his knee and spank me. Fire play, Knife play. Referring to his or her Dom as Master, Needle play, oh my god the list was endless it just went on and on.
I can feel the bile starting to creep up again in my throat but this time I don't think a glass of water is going to help me wash it down again. Suddenly my stomach starts doing flips. I quickly remove my shoes because I know any minute I am going to have to make a mad dash to the nearest bathroom.
"Anastasia?" I shake my head, oh god here it comes. I put my hand over my mouth and run, I run as fast as my feet will let me. Down the hall around the corner and up two stairs I make it to the guest room bathroom, I bust open the door and make it to the toilet with just seconds to spare because the next thing I knew I was throwing up everything I had eaten tonight plus the tea I was drinking.
After what seems like a lifetime I finally stop throwing up, I across my arms over the seat and rest my forehead on my arms. I take slow deep breaths. I feel warm a hand rubbing circles on my back, I didn't even realize he was in here. He was holding my hair in his other hand keeping it out of my face. Was he here the whole time? Oh lord how embarrassing. Just how I wanted my night to end my boss/boyfriend watching me throw up because of what my 'so called aunt' did to him.
"Better?"
"Yes" I lie "Thank you"
"I think you should lay down and get some sleep" I start to shake my head. There is no way I am going to be able to sleep feeling this gross.
"No I need to brush my teeth and shower. Can you help me to my room?"
"Of course" Just as I am about to stand I feel him pick me up and hold me in his arms bridal style. He walks down the two stairs around the corner and down the hall until we're back in the kitchen. He walks through the kitchen, down the hallway to the front foyer and up the stairs. When he reaches the top landing I tell him my room is to the right all the way to the end.
I hear him laugh a little when we get to my bedroom door, I look to see what he is laughing at and I see that it is my door. I have yet to take off everything Elena has put on there when I moved in. I inwardly grunt and roll my eyes. I reach my hand out so he would have to put me down and open my bedroom door.
He asks which door is the bathroom and I point. He pushes open the door with his foot and walks in. He places me down on my feet in front of the sink, he stands next to me and hands me my tooth brush and toothpaste. When I am finished brushing my teeth I start to take off my clothes completely forgetting that he is even in the bathroom with me. My eyes are barely even opened and he hasn't even made a peep.
"Uh baby?" I turn around at the sound of his voice, my hand is pressed up against the front of my dressed keeping it from falling to my feet.
"Sorry I guess I forgot you were even here"
"It's ok" He sighs "I think I should go anyways it's really late"
"You're leaving?" I say sounding sad because he has to leave.
"I'll be back tomorrow to pick you up for brunch. So be ready by 10 we have to be at my parents by 11"
"You want me to come with you to brunch tomorrow at your parents?
"Of course I do" he says as he saunters over to me. He cups my face and says, "Why wouldn't I want my sexy, beautiful girlfriend with me" He kisses me and I can't help myself but put my arms around his neck causing my dress to pool at my feet. He looks down and sees what I am left in, he lets out a growl his eyes turn a darker shade of gray.
"Like what you see?" I ask him with a smirk.
"You have no fucking idea how much I like what I see" He balls his hand in to a fist bringing it to his mouth and bites down looking me over from head to toe. I bite my lip because I know right now he is speechless.
"If you don't stop biting that lip of yours Anastasia I'm going to end up take you right here on the bathroom floor"
"So why don't you?" I ask him.
"Because I don't want to hurt you. I told you I want to take this slow" I frown and walk over to the towel rack grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me.
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be sorry baby. I'm going to go, I'll see you tomorrow" He kisses my cheek and whispers "Later's, Baby" in my ear. Before I knew it he was gone and I was alone in my bathroom wanting him.
I take a quick shower, washing all the hairspray and makeup off. When I am finished I throw on a pair of pajama's and make my way into bed. The whole night I dream of the most gorgeous gray eyes.
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