CPOV
After I found some flashlights, I showed Anastasia to her room, I mean the sub's room, I mean the guest room. Fuck! Why did I put her in that room, I have plenty of other rooms she could have stayed in. I guess it was wishful thinking. I left her to find something for her to sleep in because it can't be very comfortable to sleep in that dress so I can only imagine she'd take it off, and I really don't want to think of her laying in my apartment, wearing only the nude lace lingerie that I caught a glimpse of in Charlie Tango.
I send an email to Taylor while I look for something in my closet that will fit the delectable Anastasia Lambert, letting him know the power is out at Escala and to alert management so they can get the generator running then I let him know I am staying in Seattle for the night due to the storm and to call Stephan off duty as he wont be needed. I tell him I will return to Portland tomorrow to drop off Anastasia, then Taylor and I will come home.
I gather a T-shirt and some sweat pants for Anastasia then I walk upstairs and to the bedroom she will be using for tonight. As I walk closer I can hear a mumbled conversation. She's presumably on the phone, letting whoever needs to know where she is.
I hear her shout through the door. "NO!"
No what? I wonder.
I knock on the door and hear her mumble something before she answers the door.
"I hope you'll be comfortable in these." I say, handing her the items I was able to found with out a significant light source.
"Thank you, Mr. Grey." She says sincerely, taking the items of clothing from me.
I wish I was normal. I want nothing more than to be with her. I've never felt this before and I'd like to experience whatever this is but I know I can't. I could never, and I'd end up fucking everything up. I feel I should apologize for giving her false hope with the romantic date.
"Goodnight, Ms. Lambert." I don't say anything more and I turn around, walking away before I do something I'll regret.
I don't usually go to sleep this early and for once I don't want to work so I go to my room.
I quickly shower in the dark and resist the urge to jerk my dick when I imagine Anastasia in this shower with me.
When I'm finished, I dry my body and put on my pajama bottoms. I would wear a T-shirt but it will end up getting soaked, from both my heat and my night-terrors. I lay on my bed, starring at the ceiling only to think about the mysterious, gorgeous, enchanting girl that is in my apartment. I can't get her out of my head and I barely know her.
"Fuck this." I say, getting out of bed.
I decide to play my piano as it always seems to clear my thoughts and makes it easier for me to sleep.
I enter the great room and sit at my piano, lifting the key cover. I keep the lid down as to not wake my quest and begin to play my go to piece. The mix of the sound the keys make along with the storm in the background is a melancholy mix that go perfectly together. I continue to play as it continues to storm.
I ignore the loud boom of thunder but not the noise that came from the kitchen.
Anastasia is standing near my refrigerator, looking out the kitchen windows at the storm then she looks at me.
"I'm sorry." Why is she apologizing? "I didn't mean to disturb you."
"I should be the one apologizing." I probably woke her.
I stand from my piano, walking toward her.
"I'll help you back to your room." I say since it's still dark and this is a huge place, I wouldn't want her to get lost, or worse, find my Playroom, even though the door is locked. Always.
I realize she still hasn't said a word and when the lightening flashes in the nights sky, I can see she is starring at me, biting that lip again.
I wish she'd stop fucking doing that!
"Ms. Lambert." I call her attention but she doesn't answer so I say her name again. "Ms. Lambert?"
"What?" She squeaks, finally looking at me.
I smirk at her. Baby, if you would have just signed the NDA we could of had fun all night long.
"Shall I help you to your room?" I repeat what she didn't seem to hear. Your room?! It's not her room, Grey, it's the sub room.
"Oh, um. I can't sleep." She admits.
"Perhaps, I'll lay with you until you've fallen asleep?"
What the fuck?! Now I'm saying shit I normally would never say. I never once offered to lay with another woman until she fell asleep. This is ridiculous. What the fuck is this spell she's casting over me?
"Okay." She says quickly, then grabs a bottle of water and the flashlight I gave her to use.
She walks ahead of me before I can even offer her to and walks up the stairs to the guest room.
When another blot of lightening lights up the room, I can see she's not wearing the bottoms I gave her, and the nude lace panties that barely cover her sexy fucking ass. I'd love to claim that ass, but sadly she didn't sign the NDA so nothing can happen. I don't usually look down, being a BDSM Dominant, but I find myself looking down as we walk up the rest of the stairs.
I look up when I hear and notice Anastasia running up the stairs, trying to cover her ass. I'm displeased and feel she's deliberately trying to get me worked up. Perhaps, she forgot the pants on purpose.
"What happen to the pants I gave you?" I demand to know as we walk the to hallway to the room.
"They didn't fit." She shrugs, apologetically. Perhaps she's not deliberately trying to tease me.
She is rather tiny compared to me so the pants not fitting is a plausible excuse.
When we enter the room, I pull the blankets up on the side I plan to lay on since I'm only staying until she falls asleep. I want to make her comfortable and having a man she barely knows lay next to her can't be very comfortable. She walks around and slips under the blankets as I lay on the bed as well.
She's not even trying to sleep. We're just laying here, starring at each other until she breaks the silence.
"You're very handsome." She blurts out and I'd bet my fortune she's blushing, but it's much too dark to actual see her blush.
He chuckle at her embarrassment as this is not the first time she blurted out about my looks.
"It's just a face. But you," I say, putting some of her hair behind her ear. "are very beautiful."
"It's just a face." She says quietly. I don't know if she's honestly this oblivious of her looks or if she's mimicking me.
"There's more to you than your looks though." She comments.
"What do you mean?" Shit! Can she see me? The real me?
"I can tell you're very sweet and gentle." Nope, she can't. "I can see it in your eyes at times, even though you try to hide it. Although, I'm not sure why."
"Ms. Lambert, I am anything but gentle." I say darkly with a hidden meaning, a warning that she wouldn't understand.
Not without the NDA at least.
She shifts on the bed, probably to settle in for the night but then she continues.
"You're a CEO."
"Yes." I am. She knows this.
"You're not at the moment. Yet, you still act like a CEO."
"Being a CEO..." Is like being a Dominant. "It's all I know."
"Why are you trying to hide who you really are?"
"I not, I'm..." Fuck, she's right! I do hide who I am. I run my hand through my hair, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going. I don't want to talk anymore. "We should be sleeping, not talking."
"I like talking." She pouts. I like fucking but I'm not doing that.
"Sleep." I demand before I follow through and fuck her into oblivion without the protection of the NDA, without the safety BDSM brings me. I've never done vanilla before, I'm not sure if I can. It doesn't matter, I can't doing anything with her.
"Yes, sir." She giggles. Fuck! Stop fucking calling me sir, Anastasia, or I will fuck you here and now!
I look at her wondering why she suddenly stopped giggling.
And stop biting that fucking lip! Don't tempt me, baby. NDA be damned, I will fuck you seven shades to Sunday right here, right now!
I reach my hand up to her chin, grasping it then use my thumb to pull it from her teeth. I can tell she's holding her breath when I run my thumb across her bottom lip, when I don't feel her breathing on my hand. When I look at her, she looks almost hopeful. For what? I'm not sure but I can't lead her on anymore than I already have so I remove my hand from her mouth that I so badly want to kiss.
"Sleep, Ms. Lambert." I say gently, almost apologetically.
She finally settles down to sleep and covers her beautiful body with the blankets. I lay next to her, propping my hand on my elbow as I watch her until she finally drifts to sleep.
"Don't go." She murmurs in her sleep.
"I'm not going anywhere." I tell her unconscious state.
"Stay."
I know I told her I would leave after she fell asleep but it's still too early for me and I want nothing more than to watch her sleep. Well, there is one thing I want more, but I know that is impossible with her. And besides, she asked me not to leave. I can't sleep with her due to my night-terrors but I can lay here for awhile longer.
When I return her to the hotel tomorrow, I resolve to never see her again and to let her live her life as innocently as she should. Away from a BDSM dominant who wants nothing more than a rough fuck and to see her body heat and warm under his flogger or even his hand. I have to let her go. I can't keep her and she leaves Portland Sunday anyway. I'm still not sure where she's from, Welch never got back to me about breaking into her adoption records. It doesn't matter. I'll never see her again. I ignore how uncomfortable that makes me feel, the thought of never seeing her again, and continue to watch this beautiful, mysterious, enchanting creature who has beguiled me.
I wake the next morning from the sun shining in my face.
I blink open my eyes, disoriented. Where the fuck am I? I look around the room and realize I am still in the guest bedroom. Fuck! I fell asleep. I look next to me but Anastasia is not there. Where the fuck did she go? I hope I didn't wake her from my- wait. I didn't have a night-terror last night? I try to remember if I did or not, even though I don't want to think about it, but I don't remember having a night-terror. If I didn't wake her, what did?
I look at the clock in this room and realize it's later than I usually sleep. Fuck, that was the best nights sleep I've ever had. Ever! I push that thought out of my head and get out of bed in search of the mysterious, enchanting brunette that seems to have magically powers that she's using on me.
When I walk down the stairs I see her in the kitchen, humming and singing snippets of random songs as she cooks what looks like our breakfast. I ignore the feeling that stirs in my chest, seeing her barefoot in my kitchen and sit at the breakfast bar, watching her shake her sexy mesmerizing ass. I don't even realize that I am rubbing my dick through my pajama bottoms, seeing her lace panties playing peek-a-boo as she twists and turns. She's still only wearing my T-shirt and those sexy lace panties. I'd love to rip her panties from her delectable body and have my way with her. Control, Grey! You can't keep her! You have to let her go! I may have to let her go but right now she's here, with me.
The smell of our breakfast in the air is overwhelming and making my mouth water.
I get up, adjusting my constant hard-on that I seem to have around this woman and walk over to her so I can sneak some of that bacon. I put my hand on her hip so I don't startle her but that's exactly what I end up doing. I continue to reach for the bacon as she glances over her shoulder at me. I smirk at her as I take a bite of the bacon strip. She looks at my mouth then quickly turns back around, trying to play it off that I don't effect her. I'd so much like to press my dick to her so she can feel how much she effects me.
"Did you sleep well?" She asks me nonchalantly.
"I did." I really did, and that's unusual for me.
"I made breakfast." She states the obvious. "I hope you don't mind." Why would I mind?
"Not at all."
I'm vaguely aware that my hand has been holding her hip the entire time we've been talking. She's plating our food so I step away to set the breakfast bar where we'll eat. I notice she hasn't gotten our drinks so I start the coffee machine and ask her if she'd like a cup.
"No, thank you. Orange juice is fine." She sounds so at ease.
I gather our drinks as she puts our plates on the placemats that I put on the breakfast bar and we sit down together. In a playful mood, I hand her a fork, only to not release my hold. We end up playing a game of tug-of-war until she gives me that sexy giggle in surrender so I relinquish the fork.
We eat our breakfast in silence but this time the silence is not uncomfortable. It's like we've done this for years.
"I'll drive you home, after we've eaten." I let her know.
"Drive?" She asks, taking a bite.
That's right, Portland is a ways away and we did fly Charlie Tango here.
"Would you prefer to fly." I tease her.
"Either is fine." She says like it doesn't matter but I know she'd rather fly.
"Flying it is." I grin at her.
I love flying. I'm all too happy to do it again. Although, if I drove it would give us more time together. I push that feeling away not wanting to spoil our playful, good mood by thoughts of never seeing her again. It's easy to fall back into my good mood when I see her smile.
When we finish eating, Anastasia puts our dishes into the sink and once again I can't keep my eyes off of her sexy ass and those fine, fine legs of hers. I quickly look up when she turns around, pretending like I wasn't just checking her out.
"I'm going to get dressed." I let her know before she can reprimand me. "I'll meet you near the elevator in fifteen minutes." I give her my demand.
"Yes, sir." She says as dashes out of the room and up the stairs like a good submissive.
I close my eyes and visualize the thought of her calling me sir on her knees in my Playroom as I inhale deeply. Is it too much to ask for her NOT to call me sir? I guess it doesn't matter so much since I wont see her again. And there went my good mood.
I get up and walk to my bedroom to get dressed.
I send Taylor an email notifying him that I need a flight plan to Portland. He replies that it's done and will be waiting to drive us to the Heathman.
I slip on my jeans and a T-shirt then quickly brush my teeth before I walk out.
I'm shocked to see Anastasia, waiting for me. She's wearing her red dress again, holding her heels. I said 15 minutes and she's here early, not keeping me waiting. It's like she wants to please me. I ignore the way that makes me feel and the feeling in my chest when she gives me a small smile as she tucks a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear.
"You're ready?" I ask to make sure since I know it takes women longer to get ready than men, yet here she is. Waiting on me.
"Yes, Mr. Grey." She says, putting on her heels so we can leave.
I almost expected her to call me sir, but I'm glad she didn't.
I nod then call the elevator for us.
When it arrives we step inside the confined space and I press the button for the roof so I can Anastasia back to Portland.
As soon as the doors close the sexual tension is back and thicker than ever. I look at Anastasia and she's once again, BITING THAT FUCKING LIP.
I want to bite that lip!
"Fuck it." I hear myself growl and the next thing I know I have her pinned against the elevator wall.
Fuck it, indeed. If this is the last time I'll see her I'm going to get my kiss and bite that lip that has been begging me to bite it.
First thing's first. I swiftly capture her wrists, holding them above her head, safely away from me so she can't touch me, then I tilt her face up and crash my lips to hers. She gasps, giving my tongue access to her mouth so I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her properly. She tastes so fucking sweet. She moans in my mouth spurring me on. She's an exquisite flavor, like I knew she would be. I want more! I can't control the moan that escapes when she sucks on my tongue. Sucks on my fucking tongue! I push myself towards her, making my dick a bit happier with the friction as I grind onto her. She wiggles her fingers, silently begging to be set free, but I can't. I know the elevator will reach the roof sooner than I'd like it to so before it's too late, I do what I've been longing to do. I nibble on her bottom lip, pulling it with my teeth.
Just as fast as I started the kiss, I end it, much too soon if you ask me but the elevator reaching it's destination stops me from doing anymore than I already have. It only lasted seconds but it felt like hours.
What is it about elevators?
I lead her quietly to Charlie Tango and, once again, lift her as I assist her into the helicopter. I climb in on the pilot's side and enjoy assisting her with her harness once again. This time when I grab the buckle between her thighs and brush my knuckles against her sex, I press harder. She gasps when I do so. FUCK! She's so fucking wet. I can feel how soaked her panties are through the lace.
"You're very wet, Ms. Lambert." I chastise my naughty girl, trying not to pant.
"You were very hard, Mr. Grey." She says accusing me of being aroused, but honestly... can you really blame me?
I smirk when I see her blush, then I strap in to fly us back to Portland.
My mood has shifted from playful and happy to brooding and sulking within seconds when I realize we wont have much longer to be together.
I don't understand these feelings I keep having with her.
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I land Charlie Tango on the building we left from yesterday and unstrap my harness then assist Anastasia with hers.
We ride the elevator down in silence. The mood has definitely shifted. I keep my hands to myself and in my pockets as I sulk.
When the elevator doors open, I lead her out to my SUV where Taylor is waiting for us.
Taylor opens the rear door, we get in, then he drives us to the Heathman Hotel.
I can't shake this brooding feeling that I have. I don't want her to leave. I don't want to give her up so soon. I just found her. I constantly run my hand through my hair as I try to come up with something, anything, to make her stay with me, to keep her awhile longer. She goes home tomorrow and then I will never see her again. Ever. I don't like how that makes me feel as I've never felt this before.
What is this unknown feeling?
All too soon Taylor parks in front of the hotel. I glare at him through the rear-view mirror. He could have drove a little fucking slower! Although, I don't see how it would have mattered since Anastasia and I haven't said one word to each other since we landed or even in the air on the way here. But it still would have given me a few extra minutes with her.
"I'd like to see you again." I find myself asking though it's posed as a statement.
"Mr. Grey." She pauses. "We can't." This is my fault, I've been giving her and myself mixed signals.
"Look, I know I said you should steer clear of me but I want to see you again."
I'm desperate here, baby. There's something about you, I don't know what it is, but I'm finding it impossible to stay away from you.
"Mr. Grey, I'm so confused." She frowns, rubbing her temples.
"I know." I know that it's me that is confusing her with my hot and cold approach with her.
"I think it's best if we leave it here." No. Please. No.
"I can't." I'm able to say without the fear I'm feeling laced in my voice.
She seems to be thinking but not convinced.
"I know you're leaving on Sunday-" I'm start only to be interrupted by her.
"Sunday?" She says it like it's news to her.
"You said you were leaving." Maybe she said she's leaving Saturday night? No, she said Sunday. "Sunday is your last day here."
"Oh, right."
"Stay with me until you leave." I continue what I planned to say.
I realize I should have brought this up in Seattle at Escala before we flew all the way here but I'm desperate now.
"I wish I could."
"You can." Because you don't leave until tomorrow. "You're choosing not to."
"I can't." Why? She kisses my cheek. "Thank you for the date, Mr. Grey."
She gets out of the SUV before I can do or say anything more to convince her to stay with me. Leaving me forever.