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Saturday 14th May 2011
Ana's POV

We spend most of the afternoon lazing about on the deck of The Grace, which is absolutely breathtaking. I couldn't believe it when Christian said he built it himself. I mean, the dedication that he must have put into building this, piece by piece with his own fair hands must have been great. It must have taken a year of Sundays to finish. With such fine workmanship, anyone would think he was a skilled carpenter, not a cunning entrepreneur who orders people about.

Christian wasn't happy with Mac. You could see the frustration on his face when the Scot forced him to wear one of those bright yellow life jackets. As soon as Mac left the yacht on his jet ski and we were out far enough to not be seen, Christian took off his safety garment plus everything else. I'm sure he wouldn't mind being on a nudist beach. "Christian? Why did you never learn how to swim?" I ask as we lay on the deck sunbathing. I say sunbathing, but I doubt I will catch any amount of sun today, not with my ankle length cover-up on.

"It's my body issues. I couldn't have anyone that close to me. There was too much of a risk that that person would touch me."

"Not if you are in a private pool and used floats rather than have the support of another. But I can understand your reluctance."

"Yeah, I thought about that a couple of weeks ago. It's a good form of exercise when you're not around. Maybe you can teach me?" he asks with the most heavenly smile. How can I refuse?

"I will if you tell me more. I want to know why you have this… body abhorrence." I say as I turn and lean up on my elbow. Christian looks over at me, deep in thought. His fingers start playing with the wisps of hair around my face, which have stuck fast to my lip gloss, due to the slight wind in the air.

"Carrick and Grace adopted me when I was four. My birth mom was a crack whore. She would work the streets just to get her daily fix. Her pimp took more than she kept when he came around on a daily basis to collect her earnings. He was a bastard and I blame him more than my birth mom for my issues."

I sit up and stare at the man laying down beside me. Why would a pimp cause his issues? Was he molested before Elena came on the scene? He sees my horrified expression and continues, elaborating on what he's just said. "You've seen the scars on my chest." I nod. "He did those with his fucking cigarettes. The whore didn't pay any notice to my cries. Of course, I didn't know then that she was up there in the clouds in her drug induced haze, and not even aware of what was going on around her. The bastard waited until she got high before he took his fun out on me. I'm sure he was playing dot to dots." I look down at his marks and they are in some sort of pattern. I wonder what they would reveal if I were to join them up?

"But why didn't you tell your birth mom? Surely she would have protected you."

"I did. She had all good intentions of doing so, but her pimp brought her her crack and that is all she wanted when he came in through the door. By the time she was calm enough to confront him, she was back up there floating and couldn't think straight. So, I was left on my own with that monster."

"Did he ever touch you? You know… sexually?"

"Oh, god no! I'd dread to think what would have happened had I been older and a girl… It was only a matter of a year or so before my mom overdosed and I was rescued from my life of misery."

"Was you with her when she died?" I can't believe I'm asking all this and even more so that Christian is being pretty open about all this.

"Yeah. She had already had her fix, but the pimp couldn't make it the next day, so he gave her two days worth at once. The stupid cow was too high to understand that she had already stuck the fucking needle in her arm a half an hour before hand when she came across the rest in the tobacco tin. The second shot killed her.

I was left with her for days. Not sure how many, as at the age of four and unschooled, I wasn't able to count. In the end, I was so bored that I put the plug in the sink and turned the tap on in the kitchen to see how long it would take for the fucker from the downstairs apartment to come up and bash the door down. Took all of two hours… Maybe in hindsight, I should have done that straight away and not waited unknown days. It may have saved my mom too." He looks forlorn. Does he feel guilty over this? How can he? He wasn't much more than a toddler. "What's done is done now and there is nothing I can do about it. I just have to live with the consequences of a horrid childhood."

"It must still be torture if it's affecting you twenty odd years later."

"It is, and the worst part is not having you touch me." He looks at me and I see his eyes are welling up.

Oh, Christian, please don't cry.

"So… Has no one touched you since? Not even your parents?"

He shakes his head.

"Only a friend of dad's, and by accident. I wasn't quick enough to grab his hand. I lashed out and punched him in the face when I was seventeen. The man knew he shouldn't have, as he had been a family friend for years, but he just plain forgot. Mom said I resembled the Tasmanian Devil and no one could restrain me, as it would have made matters worse. I only calmed when the man ended up flat on the floor and everyone backed away, which is family protocol in that situation. They give me space and plenty of it… I was pretty self-sufficient as a child and my parents let me do things my way. Even Elena respected my boundaries… But you don't want to hear about that."

"Not really." I grimace at the thought of that woman with him. "Have you considered therapy."

At this, he laughs.

"Baby, I've been in intense therapy since I was four. Nothing works. I've tried every conceivable method offered to me and I think I'm all talked out." He lays there and stares at me, mulling something over. "Ana? Could we try something?"

RING RING!
RING RING!


Christian's POV

"Ah, shit! Where's my phone?" I search around and find it in my pants pocket, which is sitting on top of a heap of clothes next to me. "Hey, dad." I hope dad's not going to give me the third degree now that mum is out of earshot. He seemed pretty agitated this morning when I told him about the BDSM stuff.

"Christian…. Erm? Are you alone?"

"Ana's here. We're out on The Grace. I don't have you on the loud speaker, so you're okay." Ana goes to move, but I grab her hand and shake my head to indicate it's okay. She mimes drinking and I take it she wants to get us another drink, so I let her go and she goes downstairs to the kitchen.

"You know you mentioned your playroom earlier…. Erm? Could I come round and have a look?"

"Dad, you don't want to go in there. It's a shock to those who aren't used to it, besides it's private."

"Oh… Could you take pictures then?"

"I could do… What's all this about? Are you worried that I have a torture chamber there, and running some sort of illegal operation? Surprisingly, it's actually quite tastefully done and has comfort in mind."

"No, I'm not worried. I'm curious. I'd like to see what sort of things you have."

"Curious? Dad, what are you trying to tell me?"

"You know your mother and I have been married for quite some time and I like the idea of spicing things up a bit… You know… In the bedroom… Kinky stuff."

Well, fuck me! My dad wants to join the scene. Who would have guessed? "Have you talked to mom about this?"

"Erm?… No. I thought I'd surprise her."

"I'm sure she will be surprised," I exclaim when I think of all the instruments I could show him. "Dad, maybe you should talk to her first."

"No, I'm Adam Ant in my decision."

"I think you mean adamant."

"That's what I said, son."

I don't think you did pa. I doubt you would pass for Stuart Goddard.

"Okay. If you come round on your own during the week as I don't want mom knowing I'm showing you anything. As far as she's concerned you did this off of your own back."

"What if she asks? I can't lie to her."

"But if she knows you talked to me, she will be mortified. She won't be able to look me in the eye. I think a small white lie, in this instance, would be to her benefit." Dad sighs his resignation. I know he doesn't want to lie to her, but to be honest I think all hell would break loose in that household if she ever found out. "I can have some of the unused items brought down into the great room. I have quite a few bespoke items, but I also buy from online. Some things are also quite run of the mill items, like silk scarves. Although, Ana has stolen a couple of those for her wardrobe. I tend to buy from the online store on a monthly basis and they deliver pretty quickly and the packaging is discrete.

"Why so often?"

"Things run out, like lubricants and oils." I don't even mention the chocolate body paint I'm thinking of buying. Yesterday gave me food for thought and I can see myself licking Ana clean after I've smothered her in it. "Also, I buy new each time I change a partner… It's not every month, and I'm not even saying how many before you ask."

"I won't ask son. Same as I wouldn't tell you that I've slept with three women."

"Dad!"

"Oh poop! Sorry. Well, it's a silly figure considering the era. The sixties and seventies were always thought of as a promiscuous decade. There was only two before your mother. Aunt Cecelia and a woman I chatted up in the local bakers."

"DAD! Not mom's sister! Oh, for God's sake! Now I gotta live with that knowledge."

"Oh crap!… Ah!… So, if I come around on Tuesday, would that be okay?"

"Yeah, not doing anything on Tuesday. I'm hoping that Ana and I are doing something on Wednesday." I look at Ana, who has returned and she frowns as she's not aware that she's cooking me dinner in her apartment and I'm staying over. I can't go another week without seeing her, so I want to spend time with her mid week.

I end the call with my father and return my attentions back to my babe, who is still pulling a face. "What are we doing Wednesday?"

"I'm coming round for dinner."

"Only dinner? Do you want to stay the night as well?"

"Oh Miss Steele, thank you for the invite. I would be delighted."

"Hey, that wasn't an offer. I was being sarcastic." I grin a cheesy grin. "Oh Okay, Mr Grey. You can stay."

"I know I will as I had every intention of it. Now, where were we before my dad confessed he's a kinky bastard."


Ana's POV

"You were talking about your therapy and then asked if we could try something."

"Well?"

"Depends on what it is. You haven't told me yet," I say biting my lip. Does he want me to play counselor? Be a therapist at home? I'll have to get my meditation dvds out of storage.

"Can you just poke me with your fingertip… On my chest." I gasp. He wants me to touch him.

"What? Now? Are you sure? I don't want a black eye when you turn into a Tasmanian Devil."

"I'm sure I won't fight back, not from a quick jab. Once I get used to that you can leave it there for a second or two, then we can build up… I have a confession to make. When I first felt your jugs against me, I was so aroused. I don't think that's happened before, so I'm wondering if you might be my cure."

He's still laying back on the beach towel and I tell him to close his eyes and I will do it at some point. I notice he's also pushed his hands under his butt so that he's restraining himself with his own weight. I still make sure I have an icy drink in my hand to throw at him before I make a quick dash if he does grab me.

I do nothing for a while, allowing him to relax. I don't want him to anticipate my actions. Once I can see that he's calm, I prod his nipple. "Aaaah!" he cries out and his eyes fly open as he arches his back as though he's having Electroconvulsive Therapy. He's tensed up and his whole body is stiff. His face goes red and the veins on his neck and temples begin to stand proud.

"Are you okay?"

"Do it again!" he commands gruffly.

I poke his nipple again, but this time I flick it. "JESUS CHRIST!" he growls as he reacts the same as before. Dear Lord! I'm beginning to get wet between my legs. This is turning me on. "Again!"

"Are you sure? I can see it's hurting you." Fucking hell, I'm a sadist!… No! I like the pain also, so I'm a sadomasochist!

"It's not Ana, it's fucking arousing beyond belief. Look at my dick!" My eyes wander down the length of his body, and there in front of me is his cock at full mast. Its tip glistening with precum. I grab a tissue from my purse, which is next to me, and tie it around the head so that it resembles a sail.

"Again, Ana, Again!" I go to grab another tissue so that I can create a topsail. "No! Poke me again. Flick my nipples!"

We spend half an hour doing this until he tells me to run my fingertip around his areola. I do this a few times and he asks me to suck it. I bend down to take his cock into my mouth. "No! Suck my nipples!" he growls. I am now concerned that he's not thinking straight. The only thing straight is his cock, which has erupted twice since we started this 'therapy'. At least the tissue came in handy.

I am concerned at my head being so close as he may still lash out. "Please, baby," he pleads. How can I refuse him with those puppy dog eyes? I bend forward, his gaze has not left mine and I pucker up over his very hard nipple. First I flick it with my tongue to make it wet. This has him groaning, but his eyes have not left me. Then I blow, just as he did between my legs last night and he can feel the coolness of the moisture evaporating.

He scoops up my hair and places his hand around the back of my head, urging me to move forward and suck. I do and I feel his fingers tense up in my hair. He's not enraged, but loving the intensity of the pleasure he's getting from this.

I move away after a few seconds, but he still has hold of my head. "Again!" I take his nub in my mouth and flick my tongue over it several times whilst sucking. He grabs my other hand and steers me towards his cock and I start to pump him. "Fuck me, Ana! Ride me like a horse! Fuck my brains out!"

I remove my wrap and as I'm not wearing any underwear I am naked when I climb on top of him and sink down slowly. It feels so odd, being out in the open in the middle of still waters with no clothes on. There is no one in sight for miles and miles and it's deafeningly quiet. The only noise is the occasional lap of water hitting the boat. I begin to move, my hands are grasped in his as he holds me steady. "Touch me!"

I remove one of my hands from him and go to flick a nipple as I did before, but he grabs my hand back and my palm comes crashing down on his front. He tenses up but is able to bring my other hand down on him, mirroring what is already there. "Lean on me, I want to feel your weight as you ride my dick!" He's growling his command and I am so turned on by what is happening that I do as he bids.

"I'm gonna cum. Can I cum, sir?"

"Yes! Yes! Squeeze me, Baby!" He sits up and my arms wrap around his neck and he's now taking pleasure in my tits rubbing up and down his torso. I rest my head on his shoulder and I feel the roughness of his stubble rub against my cheek and neck as I move on top of him. This sends a flurry of sensations through my body and I erupt. My orgasm is brutal and I scream to the high heavens.

I am so engrossed in what has happened to me, that I don't know if Christian has completed or not, but I then feel a gush of his seed come out of me when I shift. When I look down at him, he's laying back with his forearms over his face. I pull them away and see that he's sobbing. I dismount and lay down beside him, taking him into my arms.

"Christian, please don't cry."

"I'm not. I've got a fly in my eye." I look at him with that 'Oh yeah?' expression. "Okay, I was crying… Ana, I… I think I… Oh, it doesn't matter." He clams up. I'm not sure what he was going to say but his look was one of uncertainty. What on earth was he going to say? That my touching him was a mistake?


Christian's POV

Jeez! That was super intense. My whole body was alight, I felt like I was on fire. As I calmed I realized what my mother had said earlier… About love at first sight. I now know that I have fallen in love with this creature, she means everything to me. I nearly declared myself earlier, but stopped before I made a fool of myself. How can she reciprocate that love so early on in our relationship? It's been just over a week! Maybe I am just mad… Yeah, mad and in love, but I'm sure she can't love me. Women don't fall in love so quick, do they?

I'm just one fucked up fucker who has shown her a very unconventional start to a relationship. What other man takes delight in doing what I do to her… but she likes it, in fact, she loves it. I have never known a woman who consciously begged me to hit her. All of my other subs just accepted it as part of the deal, but flinched when I mentioned punishments. Ana lights up at the thought.

She's is holding me, her hands are around my neck and resting on my shoulder. I want her to touch me again. I'm so addicted to her touch now that I know I can accept it. I grab her hand and place it gently over my heart as I gaze lovingly into her eyes. She gasps and her eyes widen. I wonder if she's just clocked onto how I feel? She snuggles down next to me and whilst I have a firm grip on her hand that is still present on my chest, I wrap my other arm around her and hold her close to me.