Elliot POV:
An excited kind of thrill rushes through me when I get off the phone with Ana, and as I turn off the Huskies game and leap off the couch to head for the shower, I can't wipe the ridiculous grin off my face. I don't know what it is about this girl but I can't ever seem to get enough her. I've never been so fixated on one person before in my life and I don't know if it's her or simply the fact that there's finally another person on this planet who sees Christian for the real fuckboy that he is, but every time I see her, or talk to her, or even just think her name, I feel… better. Somehow, she always makes everything better.
I'd always been fascinated by Ana, ever since the first time I saw her in Kate's apartment. I mean obviously, she's sexy as hell, but she's also really sharp, and funny, and she can talk shit with the best of them. Still, I assumed it was her complete lack of interest in me that made her so appealing. She was never jumping at the chance to drag me up an aisle or even just suck my dick like all the girls I meet in bars and clubs. But my fascination has only grown stronger since the first time I fucked her. And, each time we've been together has inexplicably been better than the last.
I started watching the game right after I got back from the gym this afternoon, so before I do anything else, I hop into the shower. Usually I shave my face before a girl comes over, but Ana seems to like the way my stubble feels against her pussy when I go down on her, so I tonight, I don't. Again, a smile breaks across my lips when I think about how eating her out is something I actually enjoy doing. It's never been my thing, something I only resorted to for those few girls who wouldn't suck my cock without a little tit for tat, but with Ana, I actually feel a little disappointed when we jump right into things. I can't get enough of the way she moans when I suck her clit, the way her body writhes and tries to escape from me as she inches closer to her orgasm, or the way my name sounds muffled by her thighs when she comes… Fuck, that woman is sexy.
After I get out of the shower, I brush my teeth, twice, and then head out into my bedroom, debating whether or not I should bother getting dressed. When I open my bedside drawer and find it empty though, I groan. I forgot I was out of condoms and while I'd love to get the chance to try Anastasia without one, safe sex has always been a hard-and-fast rule with me. My mother has shown Christian and I way too many horrific pictures of dicks covered in blisters and warts for me to fuck around with any of that.
I glance down at my phone to check the time, Ana said she was going to leave her house in 20 minutes and it's about another 20 minutes from here to her apartment, which gives me just enough time to head over to the Rite Aid on the corner to grab a box of Trojans. Feeling a little dejected, I throw on some clothes and head out, but while I'm waiting in line at the pharmacy, my phone rings. My stomach drops as I expect it to be Ana cancelling on me, but I'm relieved when I look down and see Kate's name on the caller ID.
"Hey, uh… baby." I answer awkwardly as I shift the phone between my face and shoulder and move forward in the line. I forget that we're supposed to be dating now.
"Hi." She breathes back in the voice she thinks is sexy but is mostly just hard to understand. "Ana's not home. Wanna come over? We could fuck in the living room. I know how much you like doing that."
Only because of the possibility of Ana coming home, finding us, and asking to join in…
"I'm sorry, babe." I say with false regret. "I can't. A few of the guys are coming over to watch the game."
"So tell them not to." She pouts. "I'm going to Alderbrook with my mom tomorrow and I'm not going to be back until late Monday night."
So Ana will be home alone? Excellent.
"I can't baby… I promised them. I'm just at the store getting beer. I'll see you next week though. Have fun with your mom."
"Elli-"
The cashier motions me forward so I quickly hang up the phone and throw the box of condoms on the counter. She gives me the same awkward look I get every time a cashier rings up this sort of purchase, but I ignore it, swipe my debit card through the machine, and then wink at her as I take the bag and exit the store. There's almost a kind of skip in my step as I make my way back down the street to my condo, but I stop dead in my tracks when I get there and see Ana stepping out of a brand new looking Audi on the other side of the street. What is this?
"Ana!" I call out to her as she locks the door and turns back towards the street. She looks over, smiles, and then checks that no cars are coming before darting across the wet pavement towards me. I reach down to pull her into me so that I can kiss her but she holds her hand out to stop me and looks quickly around as if checking to see if anyone had noticed.
"Not down here, are you crazy?" She hisses. I roll my eyes and nod to her car.
"Where'd you get that?" She looks over her shoulder at the car, and when she turns to look at me again, she's smirking.
"Your brother bought it for me."
"What? He bought you a car?"
"Uh huh. Turns out my vagina really is magical."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Oh really? What's its power? Making money disappear?"
"Shut the fuck up." She laughs, slapping me across the chest while trying, and failing, to look indignant. She turns around and starts walking back towards the entrance of my condo, but I call out to stop her.
"Wait. Give me your keys."
"My keys?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I nod and hold my hand out for them. She hesitates for a moment, but eventually does place them in my hand, and I turn to the street, darting out behind a BMW as I make my way to her car. She follows me, looking curious as I open the driver's side door, turn the car into accessory mode, and start flipping through the screen in the dash.
"What are you-" She begins, but her voice cuts off when I press the icon for Audi Connect which gives me options for location services.
"Location services?" She gasps, her eyes widening as I flip the electronic toggle off. "He's following my car?"
"Of course he is, Ana. He's a control freak. Why do you think he gave you a car? He has a bodyguard who's essentially his little errand boy and if he wanted you to come to him, he'd just send Taylor to pick you up. He bought you a car so that he would know where you were at all times, not just when you were with him. He did the same thing to Mia when she was in High School. Which is when I learned…" My voice trails off as I flip through a second menu, but when I try to disable the feature, I get an access denied message and a phone number for Audi customer service.
"Fuck."
"What?" She asks.
"There's a parking feature in the GPS system. Every time you turn off and lock your car, it sends a notification to the phone connected to the account with the location of where the car is parked."
"And it's connected to his phone?" She guesses.
"Yep." I nod. "And to change it, you're going to have to call Audi which you won't be able to do because I'm sure the car is in his name."
"So what you're saying is that he knows that I'm here?"
"Sure does." I tell her, getting out of the car. "So we'd better make this quick, huh?"
"Quick? I can't stay, Elliot!" She snaps, reaching for her keys, and I look down at her horrified as I jerk them out of her reach.
"You're going to leave?"
"What else am I supposed to do?"
"But…" I frown. "But I bought condoms. They're ribbed for her pleasure."
"They'll keep." She replies, rolling her eyes. She reaches up for her keys again, but I lift them higher.
"Come on, baby. Don't go. We'll think of something to tell him. Besides, he already knows you're here…"
"Fuck." She hisses, abandoning her attempts to reach her keys and reaching down to dig through her purse.
"What are you doing?"
"Texting him."
"Texting him what?" She doesn't answer me so I step behind her and read over her shoulder.
I volunteered to bring Kate over to Elliot's because I just couldn't wait to test drive my new car. It's beautiful, and obviously too much. You're much too generous. Thank you can't be enough, but really. Thank you, Christian. –Ana
I smile. "See, problem solved. Now, let's go get you naked."
"Elliot…" She hesitates again and I let out a long huff of frustration.
"What?"
"How would you explain me being here any longer than a few minutes? He knows what your relationship with Kate is like, so he knows that this wouldn't be a situation where I could hang out."
I deflate again, my mind racing through excuses, each more and more ridiculous, until I come up with something that might work. "What if you told him that I was watching the Huskies game and Kate made you stay with her until it was over so she wouldn't be bored? That's believable, right?'
"Maybe…" She hesitates.
"I'd believe it, and I'll collaborate the story the next time I see him. I'll tell him how annoying it was having the two of you talking through the whole 4th quarter."
She pushes her lips together in contemplation, so I take a step closer to her, lowering my voice a register when I speak. "Come on, baby. It'll give us an hour and I'll make it worth your while. I promise."
I see a shiver wash over her as her eyes shift down to my mouth and I know I've won. I turn around and she lets out a huff of exasperation and follows after me.
"We're turning on the football game, and I'm leaving the second it's over." She says as I open the door for her and I smirk as she walks past me.
"Sex and football? Am I supposed to see a downside to this?"
Her eyes narrow at me as I push the button to call the elevator, but once she steps inside and the doors close behind us, I'm all over her and her indigence is forgotten. Her hands fly up into my hair as I push her into the elevator wall and cover her body with mine. My hands slip under her shirt while I devour her and when my fingers find the nipple on her right breast, I pinch it tightly and tweak it until I hear her whimper into my mouth. The sound makes me rock fucking hard.
"Grab my dick, Ana." I tell her, tilting my pelvis forward and pressing my erection into her. She moans and then reaches down to grip the bulge in my jeans.
"Feel how hard I am for you, baby?" I ask as I move my lips down her jaw and towards the curve of her neck.
"Yes." She breathes.
"You want it. Don't you, Ana?"
"Yes." She says again, though this time her voice is an octave higher as she gets more and more turned on.
"That's right, baby. God, I can't wait to be inside of you. Make you my little whore for the night."
I reach around to grip onto her ass through her jeans, but my hand is impeded by her phone in her back pocket. I'm going to take it out and slip into the pocket of her hoodie, but before my fingers even close around it. It starts vibrating.
"Wait." She says, reaching back for her phone and I let out a sharp breath as I pull away and lean against the wall next to her, reading the text from Christian over her shoulder.
You're very welcome, Anastasia. I'm glad you like it. Since you're not with your friend anymore, come back over here. I still have plans for you and my shower… -Christian
"Shit." She whispers and I watch her press her lips together again as she decides how to reply.
"Just tell him you'll be over after the game." I say irritably as the elevator pings and the doors on my floor open.
"And what? Go over there smelling like you and condom lube?" She says. "That will be easy to explain…" I turn around to argue with her, but she hasn't gotten off the elevator and the doors start to close. I reach out to stop them and her brow creases.
"What are you doing?"
"I just…" I pause, not sure how to ask her to stay without coming across too needy or desperate. Hell, maybe that's what I'm being. Fuck, what the hell am I doing?
"Look," She begins, her tone placating. "Kate's going on an overnight to some spa with her mom from Sunday to late Monday night, and I don't see Christian during the week. Why don't you come over Monday after work and I'll make this up to you? You can have me all to yourself and we won't have to worry about my car telling Christian where I'm at."
I take a deep breath and nod. It's better than nothing and since nothing is the alternative, I don't really have a choice.
"I'll see you then." She tells me with a coy smile while she reaches out to press the button for the ground floor. I take my hands off the doors and step back, and as the doors close she catches my eye. "Go Huskies." She says, sounding entirely too alluring.
I nod until she's out of my sight, and then rest my forehead against the metal doors. This feels like more than disappointment in missing out on a good fuck, this is… I don't know, but it sucks. I hate that she's leaving, and what's worse is that I hate that I hate it.
What is this girl doing to me?
Christian POV:
I have a packed schedule Monday morning, but moving from meeting to meeting does little to hold my attention. After lunch I'm scheduled to sit in on an implementation meeting for a new client my company is doing a huge fiber optics overhaul for, but I spend most of the meeting staring blankly at the CEO of that company and his god awful tie. The full Windsor is inappropriately large in the peak of his collar, and there's no dimple beneath the knot. The fabric, which I'm pretty sure is rayon, has some kind of pattern covering it that I can't quite make out through the god awful yellow color. Who the fuck wears yellow?
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, looking away from the offensive garment and out the rain splattered window. The weather is bleak, like my mood. Unfortunately, I know that it isn't this man's horrendous tie, or this meeting, or the seven continuous days of down pouring rain that has me so distracted. It's her. It's the memory of her back arching off the bed while she came in my mouth, the sound of my name on her lips while she moaned, the roll of the water and suds over her perfect ass in my shower...
I want to groan as I think of Saturday night. How she was already so wet by the time she'd got back to me, just from anticipating what was to come. She'd been so eager, so willing… her skin was hot beneath my touch and when I did trace my fingers over her body, I'd left a trail of exhilarated goose bumps behind. Her skin is so flawless… hell, her whole body is. I'm obsessed with the way she looks. She's the perfect physical manifestation of my ideal of feminine beauty, and what's more than that, she instinctively reacts in exactly the way I want her to. Her body is mine to control and manipulate and while the pleasure I'd drawn from her was gratifying, I can't wait to see what I can do with pain.
I frown.
This is the part about last weekend that I can't seem to wrap my mind around: the lack of pain. I've never had sex the vanilla way before, I'd never been interested in it. The control, and the restraints, and the torture have always been a necessary addition to the pleasure for me to achieve sexual gratification. The sadist in me feeds off the pain in others and I've never been able to get off without it. Even when I was submissive to Elena, I'd needed to hurt her in some way to find release. But Ana… I'd hardly done more than pull her hair and I came harder than I have in recent memory.
Is it conquest, maybe? The fact that I've sought her out, preyed upon her, and manipulated her all before bedding her? Perhaps this is a new facet to the sexual sadism I hadn't unearthed before because I'd always had my submissive handpicked and delivered. There'd never been a chase before, and now that I've experienced this new high, I can't wait to feel what her complete and utter destruction does to me.
A shiver courses over me as the men around the table start nodding to one another and reaching out to shake hands. The meeting has concluded and while I've missed most of it, Ros seems satisfied by whatever the outcome was. Thankfully, I know Andrea will have taken diligent notes and if this project ever comes up on my radar again, which I doubt, I won't be left clueless.
When I'm finally able to leave the conference room, I head back to my office where I can be free to think of my time inside of the delectable Miss Steele in peace. As gratifying as this weekend was, I still have yet to sample her without a condom and I'm aching for the chance to really get to feel her. So, as I settle down behind my desk, I pull up my calendar and make myself a note to schedule a doctor's appointment for her to have her blood tested and her birth control evaluated. She told me over the weekend that she was on the pill, but I usually require my submissives to get an IUD. I don't trust women and birth control that either has to be taken regularly or that can be easily removed. It's only too simple for them to be either purposefully or unwittingly negligent and land me with eighteen years of child support. I have no interest in settling down and making an honest woman out of anyone. And, I have no interest in being a father.
I also need her to sign an NDA.
I've never been this vulnerable with any woman I've slept with in the past and, as enjoyable as the sex is now, I have serious doubts about how long that's going to last. I need to get her into the red room and to do that, I need a signed NDA. Besides, Leila Williams won't be safely locked away in that psychiatric ward forever, and if she doesn't take those pills I sent her, I'm leaving myself open for exposure.
As I wrap up my day, I page Andrea, ask her to bring me a copy of my standard NDA, and then slip it into the inside pocket of my jacket as I follow Taylor down to the parking garage below GEH.
When I'm in the back of the SUV, I quickly check the app on my phone that tells me Anastasia's car is parked at her apartment complex and then look up at Taylor.
"I need to make a quick stop tonight, Taylor." I tell him.
"Where to, sir?" He asks, looking at me in the rear view mirror.
"Miss Steele's apartment, please."
He nods and turns towards the I-5 South, instead of continuing up 4th Ave towards Escala. When we pull through the gate of Ana's complex, I double check to make sure the Audi I've purchased for her is, in fact, parked in its assigned place. It is, and I can see lights on in her apartment on the third floor, so it doesn't seem to be a mistake that I didn't call ahead.
"Wait here for me." I tell Taylor, and he nods again as I step out of the SUV and into the light, drizzling rain. I quicken my stride as I make my way to the covered stairwell, and once I reach the third floor landing, I peek inside my coat to make sure the NDA remained dry, and then knock on the door. A full minute passes but no one answers, so I knock again. Still, there's nothing, but as I lean over to look through the window next to the door, I see Anastasia scurry out of the hallway and around the corner. She dressed in only a t-shirt and her hair is a chaotic mess. She looks as though she'd just gotten out of bed but, it's only seven thirty. What is she doing?
When she sees me through the window, she stops and her eyes widen with shock, but after only a second's pause, she rushes forward and opens the door.
"Christian." She says, her voice echoing the surprise in her eyes. "What are you doing here? I thought weeknights weren't good for you?"
"I thought I'd make some time." I explain. "May I come in?"
"O-of course." She stutters, and she steps aside to let me pass. I wait for her to close the door, but once she turns back to face me, I launch myself at her, pushing her back into the door and attacking her lips with mine. She lets out a small, startled squeal, but once she catches up to me, her body immediately succumbs to my touch. Good girl.
"I've thought about you all day today." I whisper against her lips. "Have you thought about me?"
"Every second." She says, quickly. I moan and reach under her long t-shirt, finding her completely naked underneath.
"Mmm, what's this?" I ask, as I trace my finger over her hip where I expected her panties to be. "I know you weren't expecting me…"
"I was…" She breathes, her words slightly discombobulated from my kiss. "I was just about to get in the shower."
"Well, don't let me stop you." I tell her, and then pull away so that I can take her hand and lead her back down the hallway towards her bedroom. She follows me willingly but about halfway down the hallway, she glances nervously at her roommate's bedroom. Kavanagh must be in there so I'm going to have to keep Ana quiet.
When we're inside her room, I close the door again and pull her into me, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her deeply as I push her back towards her bed. She falls backwards, looking up at me with desire reflected behind her eyes as I move between her legs.
"I need you to do something for me." I tell her, as I inch my finger up her exposed thigh.
"What?" She breathes.
"I need you to sign something."
Her face goes blank. "Sign something?"
"A non-disclosure agreement." I reach up and pull the folded contract out of my pocket and hold it out for her. She takes it from me, but while she reads over the first few paragraphs, her hands begin to shake.
"You want me to sign an NDA?" She asks.
"I'm afraid my lawyer insists on it." I tell her, reaching into my pocket to retrieve a pen. "Everyone I know has signed one. Business associates, my personal staff, even my family. It's a necessary precaution to protect my business. I'm sorry, but if you don't sign it, I'm afraid our relationship can't go any further."
Her mouth pops open and she stares back at me with disbelief, almost as if she's waiting for some kind of punchline, but I'm being completely serious. I need this from her and I try to reflect that in my expression as I stare back at her. She looks down at the NDA again, and I think she's trying to speak but she seems to be at a loss for words. I wait, and eventually, she's able to pull together some form of coherent thought.
"I don't know, Christian…" She says, hesitantly. "I mean, an NDA? This is a little much, don't you think?"
"I know." I reply, nodding my head even though I feel the exact opposite is true. "But, like I said, I have to protect myself. I'm a public figure and my business is worth billions of dollars. I have to be very careful."
I can see she's still hesitant so I shrug out of my jacket and slowly lower myself onto my knees. My hands move up her legs, spreading her open as I begin to leave a trail of kisses up her thigh. She shudders a little and when I reach the terminus of her legs, I dive right in and begin swirling my tongue around her clitoris. She moans and falls backwards onto the bed, while I sink my tongue inside of her.
"Please, Ana." I whisper, letting my hot breath wash over her. "I couldn't stand to lose you now."
She whimpers and her fingers dig into the sheets. I groan and dive back in, giving her everything I have in my arsenal until I have her just on the brink of release.
"Sign it, Ana." I tell her, more forcibly this time. "Sign it, or this is it."
I can see her teeth sink down into her bottom lip as she wars with herself, but when I pull away, and blow softly over her clitoris, enough to keep her needy but not enough to give her release, she reaches out and scribbles her name on the dotted line. I smile and lean down again, using my fingers now. She clenches around my hand the moment I find her g-spot and as I fuck her with my fingers and suck her clit, she lets go and screams my name as she comes.
I pull my fingers from her, immediately putting them in my mouth to clean her come off of me, and then pull her up so I can force my tongue into her mouth again. She kisses me greedily, her tongue moving against mine with such passion it pisses me off a little. Now that I have her signed NDA, I have the ability to show her who I really am, so I reach up into her hair, yanking it harshly, as I overpower her with my mouth. Once she relents, I ease back, leaving one last, soft kiss on her lips before I pull away.
"Fuck me, Christian." She whispers, her voice full of need.
"I didn't bring any condoms with me." I tell her, feeling a little regretful myself as I pull my jacket back on. "I really had intended to drop by just to see you for a moment. But, I have to get back home. I still have some things to finish up for work."
"Oh…" She says, and again, she bites down on her bottom lip as her eyes shift to the signed NDA on the bed. I reach down and pick it up, slipping it back into my pocket before she can change her mind.
"I'll see you this weekend?"
She nods and then pulls her t-shirt back down as she climbs off the bed. I lean down to kiss her once more, and then turn to leave, but stop once I get to the door.
"Oh, and I'm going to schedule some appointments for you this week. I think it's smart that we both get tested and look into getting you some kind of permanent birth control."
"Oh..." She says, folding her arms over her chest and looking slightly uncomfortable. "Uh… Okay."
I turn back and take her in my arms once more, tilting her chin up so that I can look into her eyes. "I just want to make sure we're being safe." I tell her. "I don't want to have any accidents because I can't keep my hands off of you."
The corner of her mouth ticks up into a half kind of smile, and she nods, looking more reassured. I lean down to kiss her once more and then release her so I can leave. She follows me to the door, and once I'm out on the landing again, I pause to look at her one last time.
"I'll see you on Friday, Anastasia." I promise her.
"Friday." She repeats. "I can't wait."
"Goodbye." I tell her and she raises her hand to wave as she closes the door. I pause for a moment, feeling a slight sense of relief. I have the NDA. Now this thing between us, the thing that I want more than anything else in the world, can really begin. A smile breaks across my face at thought, and when I climb back into the SUV, I drag my tongue over my bottom lip, satisfied that I can still taste her lingering arousal.
Ana POV:
Once I close the door and drop the deadbolt, I feel a sudden blow of disappointment. I signed the NDA and now I've lost part of my plan. I can't expose him. I can't do anything to show the world what he really is… But as I mourn the loss, I know that I didn't have a choice. He backed me into a corner. Blackmail was always secondary to what I'm really trying to do and that's to destroy him the way he destroyed Leila. He told me he couldn't stand to lose me now. He came to see me on a night when he's told me before he has no availability, something made clear by the fact that he immediately had to leave. Between this and the car, I really think I'm getting somewhere, and if giving up exposing him means that I can break him to the point where he'd rather swallow a whole bottle of pills than spend another day without me, then I suppose signing the NDA isn't really much of a sacrifice.
I'm consoled by this thought and as I watch the headlights from Christian's car pull back in the parking lot and then disappear into the night, I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind.
"That was my orgasm." Elliot says, sounding very affronted. I smirk and turn around to face him, finding him still completely naked.
"He does seem to always be beating you to it." I say, giving him a challenging look. He let's out a deep, sexy growl and pushes me back into the door, pressing his body against mine to pin me in place.
"Well, he's gone now, and Kate won't be home for a few more hours. Why don't we pick up where we left off? He may have forgotten condoms, but I sure as fuck didn't."
"You're a born romantic, Elliot Grey."
He laughs. "Oh, I don't want romance from you, Anastasia."
A small shriek escapes my lips as he lifts me from the ground and throws me over his shoulder. I giggle and reach down to slap his bare ass, and he quickly returns the favor before carrying me off to my shower.
