Me and Mr. Grey…...part 21
After Brenda finished showering, she went into her closet, and found a note on the island from Christian.
She picked it up and read it: Appointment with Dr. Floyd in the morning at nine.
He must have pulled some strings to get her that appointment. Especially, so soon.
She sighed.
At some point she would have to call and tell Jax, but it would not be today.
She tore up the note and threw it in the trash...
It's later and Brenda is outside, sitting in a chair in the backyard.
She's watching Tango run around.
She couldn't believe, he actually remembered her.
Miss Thomas, the housekeeper, said he seemed happier.
She missed Tango, but at first it was hard being around him, because all she could think about was Brayden.
It didn't last long, because instead of being sad, she started remembering all the good times. And there were plenty of good times to choose from.
*cell phone rings*
She pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket, and looked down at it.
It was Julia.
She answered. "Hello."
"Brenda, what time is your flight tomorrow?"
"Hello to you too, and what flight?"
"Your flight here...to California! You dork!"
"I'm not coming...tomorrow. I'm still coming! Just not tomorrow. I'm...delayed."
"Delayed? Is that what you are calling it?"
Brenda leaned back. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Have you seen Christian?"
"I don't know, have I? He's your new bff. So, you tell me."
"Christian, is not my new best friend. So, I take it, he finally told you?"
"Yes, he told me." Brenda yelled. Julia!"
"Don't Julia me!"
"Why didn't you tell me?! We talk everyday!"
"I wanted to, but I really didn't see any point. By all accounts, you had moved on. He just wanted to know how you were faring, that's all. No harm in that."
Brenda crossed her legs, and started anxiously bouncing her foot up and down. "When exactly did you stop hating him?! I would love to know that!"
"After you had your breakdown. I saw first hand, just how much he loves you."
"Julia, you need your eyes checked. Christian does not love me. He doesn't even believe in love. He believes in ownership."
"I don't care what he believes in. He loves you. Whether he says it or not, he does."
Brenda took a deep breath and blew it out. "We've both moved on. I'm with Jax, and...well...we are engaged."
Brenda waited for a response, but didn't get one. "Sooo you can congratulate me now!"
"Tell me this, how on earth are you engaged, when you are still married?"
"Easy, I am. And I thought you liked Jax?"
"Jax is a wonderful man. He's very good to you."
"Yes...he is."
Julia questioned her. "And Christian knows?"
"Yes, he knows. He has somebody too. He is not sitting here, pining away after me."
"Yes, he is. Where exactly are you staying? With Diana...a hotel?"
Brenda looked around. "Right now, I'm at...Christian's."
"Goodbye engagement and Christian's somebody."
"There is nothing going on! We slept in separate bedrooms!"
"Well, why aren't you leaving tomorrow?"
"I'm...seeing Dr. Floyd in the morning."
Julia wasn't expecting that. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, well not really. I'm not running around in traffic or anything. I just would really love to talk to him. No, I really need to talk to him."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No, you have been wonderful."
"You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, Julia, I know, and I love you too.
"Do you forgive me for not telling you about Christian?"
"Hell no, you sneaky b*tch!"
They laugh...
After Brenda finished talking to Julia, she went to the hotel to check out.
Tango went with her.
After leaving the hotel, they stopped by the park, and met up with Diana and Ariyanna.
Ariyanna is playing with Tango.
Diana and Brenda are sitting on a blanket looking on.
Diana looked over at Brenda. "Have you told Jax, you are staying at Christian's?"
"No."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Eventually."
"Brenda, I know it's none of my business, but I don't think you should be staying at Christian's."
Brenda sighed. "Nothing has happened, and nothing is going to happen. He's moved on, and so have I."
"So, he has a girlfriend?"
Brenda shrugged. "I don't know. I think so."
"Did you ask him?"
Brenda nodded. "Yeah, and he said he had someone."
"So, he has a girlfriend?"
Brenda pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't think I should call it that."
"What would you call it?"
Brenda wished she could just be honest, and say, he has a submissive on contract. But she couldn't do that. So, she chose the politically correct answer. "He's...dating."
"How do you feel about that?"
Brenda shrugged. "I left...he has every right to do whatever he wants."
"Yes, you left, but how do you feel about his...someone?"
"I'm engaged, I don't have a right to feel anything."
"Brenda, I think...you still love Christian."
"I...care about Christian."
"I mean...you are still in love with Christian."
Brenda didn't respond.
Diana continued. "If you want things to work out with Jax, you should leave Christian's house."
"Diana, I will , after I see Dr. Floyd."
Diana didn't believe a word she said, but she decided to just let it go. "Ok."
Tango started licking Ariyanna's face, and she started giggling.
Brenda smiled. "I think Brayden would have loved Ariyanna."
Diana sighed. "And she would have loved him..."
After leaving the park, Brenda and Tango headed back to the house.
She unlocked the door and Tango ran in.
She spent a couple of minutes bringing her luggage in.
The house had a elevator.
She used it, to take her luggage upstairs.
Brenda was inside her closet in the master bedroom, with Tango, when Christian walked into the bathroom.
Tango ran out of the closet and right up to Christian.
Christian reached down and petted him.
He walked into the closet.
He looked down at her luggage. "You checked out of the hotel?"
"Yes, I decided to just put my clothes in here. I hope it's ok?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it's yours. I have to go to this thing tonight, you should come."
"What kind of thing is it?"
"A charity event."
"Black tie?"
He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes."
She grinned. "No date?"
"I don't date."
"I thought maybe things had changed. You know...after us?"
He shook his head. "You were the exception, not the rule. You really should think about coming."
He headed to the other side of the bathroom, and into his closet.
Brenda looked down at Tango. "What do you think? You think I should go?" Tango just stared at her. "Ok, what the hell, you talked me into it...I'll go."
Brenda started looking through the various evening gowns. Many she hadn't even worn.
"Are you coming?"
She looked over her shoulder and then quickly turned back around.
She grinned. "Christian, where are your clothes?"
"I took them off. Sh*t, you've seen it before, and you've felt it before. But seriously, are you coming?"
"Yes, I'll come. Now go put that thing away."
"Bend over and I will."
She laughed.
A couple of seconds later she heard the shower.
Things were so odd between them. It was like they were both trying to pretend as if the last two years never happened. But then there were times when the frustration would come out.
She knew there would come a time when they really had it out.
She turned her attention back to finding a dress. She settled on a ivory colored number. It was fitted, had long sleeves, a mock turtle neck, and it stopped at the knee.
After finding some accessories, she walked out of the closet.
Christian was nowhere to be found.
She decided to take a quick shower.
She pinned her hair up, undressed, and got into the shower.
After showering, Brenda turned off the water, and reached for a towel, but she didn't feel anything.
She looked down and spotted it on the floor.
She was just about to reach down and pick it up, but Christian beat her to it.
He reached down, picked it up, and held it open for her.
She stepped out of the shower, and into the towel. "Thanks. Where...did you go?"
"I had to make a phone call. Mia's been calling, I tried to reach her, but I wasn't successful. I'll try again later." He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants. "Sh*t I need to change, how much time do you need?"
"I can be ready in forty five minutes."
He nodded. "Ok..."
Christian was waiting in the bedroom when she came out.
Her hair was loosely curled. She had half of it up, and the other half down. Her makeup was simple, except for a dark red lip.
Christian stood up. "You look nice."
Without thinking, she reached up and touched his tie. "So do you."
He looked down at her hand.
She pulled it back, as if she was a child, who had been caught doing something, she wasn't supposed to be doing.
He laughed. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, and what are you laughing at?"
"You, let's go..."
"Taylor is not driving tonight?"
"Nope, it's just us. Just like old times."
He opened the car door.
She slid in and he closed the door.
They are on their way to the charity event.
"What kind of charity is it?"
"Breast cancer research."
She nodded. "Can you believe Tango actually remembered me?"
"Why wouldn't he?"
"I don't know, because I've been gone for almost two years. I also expected it to be much harder, but it was the exact opposite. Being around him reminded me of all the good times."
Christian nodded. "Good."
"Christian, how long have you had a submissive?"
"How long have you been in New York?"
"Eleven months."
"Well, eleven months."
She looked over at him. "How often do you see her?"
"Same as before. Just weekends."
Brenda couldn't help herself, she was dying to know more about his new friend. "What's her name?"
"Cara."
"How old is she?"
"Twenty two."
Brenda tried to show very little emotion. "That's young."
"Not really."
"Do you like her?"
"Obviously."
She looked out of the window. "That's good."
He looked briefly at her. "Is it?"
"Yes, it is. I really mean it."
He nodded and turned his attention back to the road.
It was not good, it bothered her. Christian was having sex with someone else. Doing all the things he had done to her, to someone else. And the b*tch was younger than her.
She looked briefly at him.
Who was she kidding? The poor girl was probably being tortured.
She giggled.
He looked over at her. "What?"
"Nothing."
They pulled up to the building, where the event was being held.
The car was taken by valet, and they headed in.
The event was being held on the thirtieth floor.
Christian and Brenda boarded the glass elevator and headed up.
Brenda turned and looked out at the skyline. "This is gorgeous."
Christian agreed. "Yeah, it is."
He reached over and wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. "Your hair has gotten longer."
"Yeah, I know. I plan on getting a couple of inches taken off."
The bell went off and the elevator stopped at the thirtieth floor.
The doors opened and they exited.
As soon as they entered Christian was in high demand. The men wanted to talk business, and the women wanted to talk anything.
Brenda ended up slipping away about an hour after they arrived.
She headed straight for the bar.
She and the bartender became fast friends.
His name was Miguel.
He called her beautiful Brenda.
As long as he kept her glass full, he could call her whatever he wanted.
Christian walked up. "Why did you leave?"
She sipped on her cocktail. "I didn't really feel like listening to you talk business the whole night."
He shot the bartender a look. "You'd rather talk to him?"
"Yes, I like him." Brenda smiled. "Are you jealous?"
Christian looked away. "Like you're jealous of Cara?"
She looked down into her glass. "I'm not jealous, Christian."
"You're not?"
She sighed. "Ok, maybe a little. Tell me, are you torturing the poor girl?"
"Did I torture you?"
She felt a tingling deep down in her belly.
Christian continued. "Well, I'm not jealous of Jax. I hate Jax, and if I ever lay eyes on him again, I plan on succeeding in breaking his f*cking jaw. He's lucky he is still breathing. I hope he knows that. You both should know that."
"Christian."
"Don't f*cking Christian me. Jax took advantage of you and our situation."
"Jax wouldn't do that."
"Bullsh*t. And if you really believe that, then you are definitely not as smart as I thought."
At that moment a middle aged woman walked up, and ushered Christian away. It was time for him to give his speech.
Brenda turned in her seat.
She watched him take the stage.
He was by far the best looking man in the room.
He was gorgeous.
He looked over at her a couple of times during his speech.
It was almost like, he was trying to make sure she was still there?
Why didn't she come back?
Yes, Jax was a good man, and he loved her. He had no problem telling her, or showing her. He was the total opposite of Christian.
Christian was moody, possessive, rude, and cocky...but she loved him...
Christian managed to make his way back over to her, about forty five minutes after he finished his speech.
"Brenda, have you been sitting at this bar the whole time?"
"Christian, you know I've been sitting at this bar the whole time, because you have been watching me the whole time."
He laughed. "And you have been drinking the whole time."
"It's because you are stressing me out."
"I haven't done anything."
She waved her hand in front of him. "It's all of this. It's just you. Christian f*cking Grey."
"I haven't done a thing." He looked out into the crowd. "Everyone wants to know, who's the beautiful brunette at the bar."
"What did you tell them? That's my engaged wife."
She started laughing.
Christian was not amused. "Why would I tell them that? You're not engaged." He turned to her. "If I divorced you, and you had the opportunity to marry Jax, you still wouldn't marry him."
She drunk the rest of her cocktail, and Miguel replaced it with a new one.
"I would marry Jax."
"And you would be f*cking miserable."
She knew it bothered him, when she talked about being engaged to Jax, and if she hadn't been drinking, she probably would not have brought it up, but she needed something to take the edge off.
She was having a really hard time being around him.
Christian grabbed her hand. "Let's dance."
"Are you asking, or are you demanding?"
"It's a demand."
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Shocking."
He led her to the dance floor.
As soon as they made it to the dance floor, he pulled her close, and whispered in her ear.
"Why do you think it's ok, to talk about the man you've been with…to me? That sh*t is not funny. It took every f*cking ounce of restraint, not to fly to New York, and drag your a** back. You have no f*cking idea, and I can't believe you actually moved in with him."
"I have my own place, Christian."
"And he has never stayed over? Slept in the same bed as you? Touched you? Kissed you?"
"Yes, but at least we didn't have sex. I don't want to think about what you've been doing with other women."
"Brenda, I didn't move on, until I found out you had moved on. I waited for you, but you never came back. Well, two f*cking years later, to tell me you are engaged. So, you can shut the f*ck up."
"Don't talk to me like that. And this dance is over."
She tried to walk away, but he held her there.
"Let me go, Christian."
"When the song is over."
She looked up into his eyes. "Christian, do you really want to cause a scene?"
"I don't give a f*ck. Do whatever you feel you need to."
"You really make me sick."
He placed his hands on both sides of her face.
To anyone looking, it looked like a touching gesture. But to her, there was far too much pressure.
He glared at her. "I. Don't. Give. A. F*ck."
She stared into his intimidating gray eyes. She was not about to let him muscle her. "Take...your...hands...off me."
He hesitated but ultimately removed them.
She looked at everything but him, and as soon as the song was over, he released her, and she walked out of the hall.
He followed her.
Part 2
They are outside the banquet hall.
She turned to him. "You can't control me, Christian. I am not your submissive."
"I know, because I already have one, and she does whatever I want. If I want to f*ck her in the a**, for two straight hours, I can."
Brenda could not believe he said that. "You son of a b*tch."
"I didn't hurt your feelings, did I? Because that would be a f*cking joke. I don't know how many times, I've had to listen to your a** talk about being engaged. I mention my situation, and I'm a son of a b*tch. And I am very well aware, of just how much control I have over you. I don't need your a** reminding me of anything."
He walked over to the elevator and pressed the button.
The elevator doors open.
He boarded it.
She just stood there.
He stopped the doors from closing. "Are you coming?"
She crossed her arms. "No."
He moved out of the way and let them close.
As soon as they closed, they reopened.
"Brenda, I'm not leaving you, let's go."
"I will call a cab."
She turned her back to him, and opened her purse.
She was just about to pull out her cell phone, when she felt a hand on her arm, pulling her into the elevator.
She yanked her arm out of his grasp and moved to the opposite side.
"Don't ever touch me again!"
Christian pressed the close button.
He leaned up against the wall of the elevator and looked over at her. "You are a f*cking drama queen."
"And what are you?! With your torture rooms, submissives, and contracts! You know what, as soon as I divorce your a**, I'm going to let Jax f*ck me anywhere and in any hole he wants. Scratch that, we don't f*ck, we make love. Something you know nothing about!"
"Brenda, you better shut the f*ck up."
"What are you going to do, Christian?! Beat me?"
"Don't tempt me."
"If you touch me, I will have your a** put in jail."
"I'll take that chance."
She rolled her eyes and turned her back to him, thus ending the conversation...
They reached the lobby.
The elevator doors opened.
Christian didn't trust her to get off. "You first."
"Shut up."
She walked past him, and headed out of the building...
They waited for the car in silence.
She really didn't want to go with him, but what else was she going to do? All of her things were at his house.
They didn't say a word to each other on the way home.
Christian pulled up to the house, and as soon as the car stopped, Brenda jumped out.
She sprinted up the stairs.
As soon as she reached the door, she realized she didn't have any keys.
She cursed up under her breath. "Damn."
She moved to the side, and he walked past her.
He unlocked the door.
She went in and headed straight for the stairs.
(Sh*t, all of her clothes were in Christian's room. There was no way she was going in there, not after the fight they just had.)
She went into the guest bedroom, closed the door, and leaned up against it.
This was turning into a nightmare.
She moved away from the door, kicked off her shoes, and removed the pins from her hair.
She took off her dress, and looked around.
She had nothing to sleep in.
She would just have to sleep in her underwear.
She went into the bathroom and washed the makeup off her face.
After finishing, she headed back into the bedroom.
She was shocked to see Christian standing there.
She covered her breasts with her hands.
She didn't give him time to say anything.
She spoke first. "Christian, I'm going back to the hotel. This was a bad idea."
"No, you're not."
"It's for the best. Like I told you before, apart of you wants me here, and the other part does not. And I don't blame you for feeling that way."
"No, I want you here."
Brenda shook her head. "This whole thing between us, is just too complicated. We have to stop pretending like everything is ok, when it is not. It's best that I stay with Diana, or at a hotel when I have therapy sessions."
Christian removed his jacket and tossed it on the bed.
He just stared at her, and didn't say a word.
Brenda continued. "Christian, you know it's for the best."
"It's for the best? You are f*cking unreal. Brenda, I want you here."
"You really want me to go to New York, be with Jax, and when I have a session come and stay here? I don't believe that."
"Brenda, I'm going to be honest with you. I want you mentally healthy, that is important to me, but if you go back to New York, and that motherf*cker so much as breathes on you, there will never...ever be a me and you again."
"Am I missing something? I didn't even think that was an option."
"If you go back to New York, it will never be again. "
"Christian."
"I mean it, Brenda."
"You want me to just...leave Jax, after everything he has done for me?"
"I don't give two f*cks about Jax's opportunistic a**! And I would have done more, but you didn't give me a chance. You shut me out. You didn't want anything to do with me. I didn't abandon you. My a** has been right here!"
She looked down. "You're right, I'm sorry."
"Do you love him, like you claimed to have loved me?"
She looked up and into his eyes. "You don't even believe in love, Christian. The word means nothing to you. I don't understand why you keep asking me that?"
"Again...It means everything to you, so answer the question."
Brenda didn't know what to say, because if she was honest it would mean she would hurt Jax, and if she lied she would hurt Christian...again.
Christian continued. "I'm not stupid, you don't want him, because if you did, you would have let him...do more than just sleep with you. You ran away because Brayden-" He paused and then continued. "...because of Brayden. You're back and you know this is where you belong."
He walked up to her, and slid his hand up into her hair.
She closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
"Christian, I can't. I feel so guilty."
"Open your eyes, Brenda."
She obeyed.
"Baby, I've missed you. You have no idea how much, I have missed you. I thought about you everyday, whether I wanted to or not, and I don't want you to feel guilty."
"But I do, and I know you're angry. Just admit it."
"Brenda, I don't like when you talk about Jax. That aggravates the hell out of me. That makes me angry."
"I'm sorry."
Christian continued. "When I told you all is forgiven, I meant it. And Brenda, just so we are clear, you are not going back to Jax."
She felt the sting of tears. She tried to stop them from coming, but it was too late. "I didn't think...you wanted me...anymore."
"I'm going to die wanting you."
Brenda searched his face. "Why do you still want me? Because If I were you, I wouldn't want me."
"Baby, you're in my blood, and you are not me."
"Christian, I should have never left. No one understands like you. I know that now. I needed...you. I'm sorry."
He reached up and caressed her cheek, moving his thumb across its softness, wiping her tears away.
Brenda moved closer. And for the first time in almost two years...she kissed him.
She waited for a reaction, and it wasn't long before she got one.
He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to him.
He didn't kiss her, not at first. He just held her.
She couldn't remember a time, when he just held her.
She felt at home in his arms.
It felt right.
It was where she belonged.
One of his hands rested on the small of her back, and the other slid up the nape of her neck.
She inhaled him.
He smelled like heaven and sin. All rolled into one.
Then without warning he lifted her chin and kissed her. And the kiss was everything.
It had been two years since she felt his lips on hers, and he was feasting on them. Pulling, sucking, tasting, teasing...and she was...melting.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.
He groaned, lifted her up, and pressed her up against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and moaned as soon as she felt his hard member pressed up against her triangle, pushing up against her most sensitive spot.
She propelled her hips forward, increasing the friction.
She needed more.
She broke the kiss. "Christian."
"What?" He started grinding his body up against hers.
She closed her eyes. "Mmmmm.."
He kissed her, and quickly moved her to the floor.
He unzipped his pants, and pulled his manhood out.
He moved her panties to the side, and ran his finger down her slit, stopping to slip the tip of his finger inside her.
She arched her back. *Begging* "Christian?"
He was teasing her.
He leaned down and kissed her again, then reached down and started rubbing himself up and down her, pressing his length up against her button.
She moved her hips, needing...wanting...some sort of a release.
And then all of a sudden, she thought about Jax.
She opened her eyes. "Christian...we have to stop. I have to...need to talk to Jax first."
Christian's eyes darken.
He moved away, stood up, and pulled her to her feet.
She knew he was angry. She could see it in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I...don't know what I was thinking."
Christian started releasing the buttons on his shirt.
Brenda took a step back. "Christian, I'm serious. I want you, but not yet. I have to do the right thing. We have to wait."
He removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes.
"Christian, we can't do this. It's not right."
He removed the rest of his clothes, ignoring her protests. And a couple of seconds later, he was standing in front of her...naked.
His length and thickness on full display.
He grabbed her and pulled her to him.
She struggled. "Christian...I'm serious. I can't do this. I don't want to hurt...Jax."
"Brenda, I told you, it makes me extremely angry, when you bring him up."
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her a**, then leaned over and kissed her...hard.
She pulled away. "Christian...stop."
He guided her over to the bed, and unceremoniously pushed her down onto it.
He reached down and picked up his shirt.
She tried to stand, but he pushed her back down.
Brenda was really getting upset. "Christian, stop!"
He ignored her.
He pulled her arms above her head, and drug her to the head of the bed.
"Christian...what are...you...doing?! Have you lost your mind?!"
He ignored her.
"Christian...let me go!"
She struggled, but it was no use.
He was much stronger than she was.
He quickly bound her wrists, and tied them to one of the bars on the bed.
"Christian, this is not funny!"
She twisted...she turned, but Christian was a master at this, and it was very secure.
She tried to reason with him. "Christian, I missed you too. But I owe something to Jax. Let me talk to him. Please."
He moved over her. "Is that what you told him? I am not Jax, and I am f*cking you tonight. So you can save that sh*t."
Brenda started yelling, as loud as she could. "Help! Help! Help! Help!"
Christian smiled. "Brenda, they work for me. They don't come, unless I call them. I actually doubt that they can even hear you."
"Christian, if you force yourself on me...I will have your a** arrested! A-rres-ted!"
"Well, you won't have a problem with evidence."
He moved down to her neck, and started sucking...hard.
She grunted. "Ugh!"
It didn't hurt...it felt amazing.
She tried her best not to moan.
His hand moved down to her breasts.
He grabbed one and molded it to his palm.
He began alternating between each breast. Slapping them and pulling on her nipples.
Eventually his touch soften and he started lightly teasing almost grazing her buds.
It was driving her crazy.
His hand continued down her body and right into her panties.
She clamped her thighs together, right before his hand made it to her triangle.
He released her neck and quickly moved down her body.
He pried her legs apart, and positioned his body over hers.
Their eyes locked.
(Why did he have to be so damn hot? And she missed him so much. But regardless, she didn't want to hurt Jax.)
"Christian, I haven't consented to anything."
"You consented when you married me."
She used the safety word. "Red."
Christian smirked. "Who said we were playing?"
Brenda sighed. "Christian, please. The timing is not right."
"Brenda, shut the f*ck up."
"Don't talk to me like that!" She started twisting and turning again. In an attempt at getting loose. "Get off me! Get off meeeeee!"
"Brenda, you are not getting loose. Not until I decide to untie you."
She stopped resisting, because what was the point? And plus her wrists were killing her. "Are you really going to have sex with me, when I clearly said no?"
"Hell, yes." He moved her panties to the side, and without warning, put the tip of his manhood inside her.
Her breathing increased. "Christian...you...have...got...to stop."
"That didn't sound convincing."
He licked his thumb, then reached down and started stroking her button. Applying just enough pressure to drive her insane.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of moaning.
He knew she wanted him, and her body was letting him know, just how much. "You are so f*cking wet. Aaaaaah."
She tried not to moan, but she couldn't help herself.
He felt so damn good.
Christian went deeper.
He closed his eyes. "Aaaah f*ck!"
He leaned down, buried his face into her neck, and slammed into her.
She cried out.
It had been a long time since she had sex, but he was not taking it easy on her.
Not at all.
His strokes were long, hard, and sometimes punishing.
It was a mix of sweet pleasure and pain.
And seconds later she came. "Ooooh...Christian! Ugh!"
She shook beneath him, but he did not let up.
He moved her legs to his shoulders, and continued to pound into her.
He was f*cking her like he was angry.
Extremely angry and her whole body was on fire.
She didn't really have time to recover, before she was having another orgasm.
She threw her head back. "Oooooh!"
Christian could feel her cumming. "Ooooh Baby, your p***y is squeezing the sh*t out of me! Aaaaaaah!"
He pulled all the way out, and then buried himself in her one last time, filling her with his seed. "Ooooh, Brenda, Baby..."
He leaned down and kissed her neck, then slowly pulled out of her. "Aaaaaah..."
He sat up, reached down, pulled her panties off, and pushed her legs back.
She was not in a position to put up a fight. She was exhausted.
She felt his tongue enter her.
She moaned. "Oooooh...Christian."
He looked up at her. "Do you like it Baby?"
His tongue snaked in and out of her, and she involuntarily started bucking her hips...riding his face.
Christian encouraged her. "Yeah, baby, just like that. F*ck my face."
He placed his hands up under her a**, raising it up, then shoved his tongue up her a**hole...lubricating it.
Brenda moaned.
His tongue action was everything.
And then he did the most amazing thing she had ever felt. He started sucking on her a**hole.
She had never felt anything like that. "Oh my goodness."
He was sucking on it like he was trying to get something out of it.
And her moans were filling the room.
He began using his tongue, in combination with the sucking, which took things to an even higher level of ecstasy.
She didn't know how much more she could take. Her head was spinning.
Christian Starr was on the loose.
He moved up to her button, and clamped down, moving his tongue slowly against it.
She felt one finger enter her and then two. Then another entered her a**hole.
She arched her back and felt that familiar feeling, building, growing, deep inside her belly. She couldn't believe she was about to cum again. She didn't even think she had the energy. And then she wrapped her legs around his head, and cried out one last time.
She collapsed against the bed, she was officially spent.
Christian moved up her body and untied her.
Brenda struggled to catch her breath.
"Christian...hand me my phone."
He moved next to her. "Why should I do that?"
"Because...I...need to report an assault."
He laughed. "I didn't assault you."
"I said no."
"You meant yes. You didn't like it?"
"Christian, you can't keep doing things like that. You're going to end up in jail."
"Typically, I never touch anyone unless they have given me written permission. That doesn't apply to you."
Her eyes started getting heavy. She could barely keep them open. "I'm...calling the police." She gave in and closed them.
He leaned over and kissed her.
"Christian...stop."
Those were the last words she uttered before falling asleep.
Christian's eyes roamed over her naked body.
There was an extra comforter in the closet.
He retrieved it and placed it over her.
He slid in next to her.
He looked at her for the longest time.
She was so beautiful.
Beautiful and loud.
And he missed her.
He thought back to the first time he saw her. He knew he had to have her. She was everything that he thought he didn't want.
Before her, he would only choose a certain type. Someone who was average looking and who he could dominate. The total opposite of Brenda, who was gorgeous, and who would never let him have free reign over her. But he wanted her anyway.
He slipped into a dark place, after Brayden died, and she left. A very dark place.
She moved and her face brushed up against his.
Her eyes popped opened, and she almost jumped out of her skin.
He was so close.
For some reason, being close to him made her nervous. Even after what just happened.
She wanted to move away, but she couldn't.
She didn't.
They stared into each other's eyes.
Neither saying a word.
There was still so much between them.
So much hurt, sadness, regret...need.
Brenda looked away. "You're not thinking about killing me in my sleep are you?"
"No, I was thinking about f*cking you again."
He didn't give her time to respond, he leaned over and kissed her. To his surprise she didn't pull away.
Maybe she was too tired, because she just closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.
And she slept like she hadn't slept in years...
Part 3
It's the next morning.
Brenda opened her eyes and found Christian staring at her.
Her wrists and vagina were so sore.
On top of that she was exhausted.
She yawned and sat up. "You owe me an apology."
He shook his head and stretched. "For what? F*cking my wife? That's my job."
She rolled her eyes. "You are such a creep."
"Sometimes, and I'm going to hire someone to clean out your apartment in New York."
"I am not giving up my apartment!"
"Oh, yes hell you are. We can get another one."
"We?"
"Yes, we."
"Christian, do you really want this again? Us? After everything?"
"Don't you?"
She nodded and looked down. "Yeah." She smiled. "But you have got to stop forcing yourself on me." She looked up at him. "Or I will have to report you."
He laughed.
Brenda shoved him. "I'm serious! It just isn't normal!"
"I never claimed to be normal."
"Ok...you have a point." She shifted. "My vagina is so sore. Gentle is not a word, that should ever be used, to describe you. I need a ice pack."
He smiled. "Good. At least, you'll think of me for the rest of the day. That's how it should be."
She grinned. "You are sick."
"I know. I'm seeing a therapist."
*silence*
"Christian...I know you're angry with me...for leaving. I really wish you would just admit it."
Christian rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm angry, but I still want you, and I don't want to talk about it."
"But...if we are going to be together, we have to talk about it."
"We'll talk...just not right now."
She nodded. "Ok."
*knock at the door*
"Christian, it's Taylor, I need to talk to you!"
"Not now, Taylor!"
"Christian, I need to talk to you. And it cannot wait!"
Christian sat up. "Sh*t."
He jumped out of bed, and threw on his pants.
He ruined his shirt, when he decided to use it to tie her up.
So, he went without.
He leaned down, pulled Brenda to him and kissed her hard. And then without warning, he pushed her back onto the bed, threw the covers back, spread her legs, and gave her button a quick hard suck.
She inhaled.
She was not expecting that, but that was the Christian way.
He stood up and tossed the comforter back over her. "I'll be back."
She nodded.
He left closing the door behind him...
Christian was livid. "Taylor, this better be good."
Taylor took a deep breath and blew it out.
Christian could see the terror in Taylor's eyes.
Now, Taylor definitely had his attention, because he never lost his cool. Not even in the worst of situations.
"I got in touch with Mia."
Christian's eyes widen. "Is something wrong with Mia?"
"No, she's fine. She saw something in Paris, that you really need to see."
"What?"
"Come with me, let's go down to the office."
"What is it?"
"Christian, just come with me!" Taylor placed his hand on his shoulder, and looked into his friend's eyes. "Now."
He nodded. "Ok."
Christian followed Taylor downstairs...
Brenda waited for Christian, but he never returned.
She got out of bed and slipped on her dress, from the night before, and walked down the hall to his room.
She had an appointment with Dr. Floyd, and she had to get dressed.
She knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
She opened the door, and looked around the room. It was empty.
She went into the bathroom and it was empty too.
She showered and dressed.
Tango appeared.
He needed to relieve himself, so she took him outside.
After he finished, she headed back into the house to grab a cup of coffee.
She was sitting at the table nursing her coffee, when she decided to check and see if Christian was in his office.…..
She walked up to the door.
She heard voices.
She knocked.
Then all of a sudden it got quiet.
A couple of seconds later the door swung open.
Taylor nodded. "Good morning, Mrs. Grey."
"Good morning, Taylor."
She entered the office.
Christian was sitting at his desk, still shirtless.
His eyes were bloodshot red.
Brenda's eyes widen. Something was definitely wrong. "Christian, are you ok?"
He cleared his throat. "Yeah."
She looked briefly at Taylor, then back at Christian. "Is something wrong? Is it your family?"
"No, Brenda. Is there something you needed?"
"No...I...was just...wondering-" She stopped mid sentence. "Christian, what is it?"
Look, Brenda, we...are in the middle of something. I don't really have time to talk."
"Is there anything I can do?"
He shook his head. "No. We just really need privacy."
"Ok...I'll go."
"We'll talk later, ok?"
She nodded and left.
As soon as the door closed, Christian buried his face into his hands...
Brenda didn't know what to make of that. Something was definitely going on. She had never seen Christian look like that, well…yes she had, once...when Brayden died.
She looked at the time, she had to go.
She was going to be late for her session.
She headed back into the kitchen grabbed her purse and left...
Brenda was on her way to Dr. Floyd's office, when her cell phone rung.
She picked it up and looked down at it.
It was Jax.
She answered. "Hello."
"Brenda, Hi, it's Jax."
She laughed. "Jax, I have caller id. I think everyone has that now."
Jax was not in the mood for jokes. "Yeah...right. Are you still in Seattle?"
"Yes...I have been meaning to call you, my plans have...changed-"
Jax interrupted. "You're getting back together with Christian?"
Her mouth fell open. "Um...I was actually going to say, I am seeing his therapist, and I have an appointment, in...like fifteen minutes."
"So, you are not getting back with Christian?"
"Jax, where is...all of this coming from?"
"I know you, Brenda. Something is up. I haven't heard from you. And my suspicions have been confirmed, because I can hear it in your voice."
He was right...something was up.
She had sex with Christian, not that she wanted to, but it happened.
But regardless...she did not want to hurt Jax.
"Brenda, talk to me."
"Everything is...just so complicated."
"No it's not. Either you want me or you want him?"
"Jax, it is not that simple."
"Yes, it is." He repeated himself. "Either you want me...or you want him?"
*silence*
"Just be honest, Brenda."
"There is just a lot of unfinished business between Christian and me."
He raised his voice. "What...about us?!"
*silence*
He asked her again. "Where does that leave us, Brenda?"
"I don't know. I think I rushed into things with you. I was grieving and I was extremely confused."
"You didn't rush into anything. We've been together for almost a year. When were you planning on calling and telling me? Were you ever going to call?"
"I intended on calling and telling you. I just didn't know how."
"Are you staying with him?"
"Yes, but in separate rooms. Jax, I was staying at a hotel, but he insisted."
"Of course, he did."
*silence*
"Brenda, where is your engagement ring?"
She looked down at her left hand. (Oh, sh*t, she had no idea.). "Um...It's in my...jewelry box.
"Brenda, you're lying, and the reason I know you are lying, is because it is right here on my desk."
"Wh-at?"
"Yes, it was hand delivered to me, along with a very lovely message. Let's see, I am supposed to take my cheap a** ring, and find someone else to give it to. I was also told that it was basically over between us, because you were never coming back to my simple a**."
Brenda's eyes widen. "Oh my God, Jax, I am so sorry. I had no idea he took it."
"Yes, he took it, and sent it right back to me. Brenda, be honest, did you even realize it was gone?"
She didn't know what to say, because she had not thought twice about that ring, not since taking it off.
"Look, Brenda, I love you. I'll always love you, it's my cross to bear. The fact that you didn't even know it was missing, tells me just how much you love me."
"I do love you, Jax."
And that was the truth.
"No, Brenda. Not really. Goodbye."
He disconnected the call...
Taylor was pacing back and forth. He had been on the phone, off and on, all morning.
Christian was sitting at his desk, staring at the photo.
Taylor placed his phone in his inner jacket pocket. "I'm leaving in twenty minutes."
Christian nodded. "Bring...him back Taylor."
"I will."
"And kill that b*tch."
Christian turned his attention back to the screen on his laptop. He still could not believe his eyes. There he stood…the smaller version of himself...standing there…alive and well…with Leila, his ex submissive...…...
After Brenda left Dr. Floyd's office, she stopped by the cemetery.
She sat down in front of his headstone.
She reached over and ran her hand across his name. "Hey, Baby….."
To be continued...
*I'm sorry it took me a long time to update. I am not abandoning this fic. I will finish it*