A/N: I have so much inspiration for this story, it's insane. So, here we go. Another one. Please make sure you read chapter 25 first. I posted that one a few hours ago. Let me know what you think and as always: Enjoy! xx
Chapter 26: Tour of the Grands.
When I wake up the next morning, I indeed feel him everywhere. And I love it. Although, I do think a warm bath will do me good. Maybe Christian and me can take a bath after breakfast. I think he would be up for that.
When I look next to me, I see that he is still out. He is not wearing anything, and I can see his outline through the sheets. But, I have to hold myself back, because I want to make him breakfast. Nothing is better than breakfast in bed when it is your birthday. Well, almost birthday.
I hop out of bed and get my sweatpants and a shirt out of my bag before heading to the kitchen. His kitchen is a dream. I can see myself cooking here, with Christian sitting at the bar drinking a glass of wine. Talking about our day. And...now I am getting way too excited about something that is not going to happen for a very long time. Maybe even ever.
I decide to make scrambled eggs with bacon, French toast and I'll also cut some avocado. I love avocado with eggs, I eat it almost every weekend. I also make tea and fresh orange juice. I have no idea if he drinks coffee or tea in the morning, but I'll go with tea. I can imagine drinking coffee on a empty stomach.
When everything is done, I carry it back to the bedroom. There I find Christian still snoring, only he has turned over to his belly. One leg is bend and his arms are folded under his pillow. The sheet just covers his ass. But his muscular back is on full display. And I just need to touch him.
I put the tray with breakfast on the nightstand, and then walk over to his side. I get myself out of my clothes before pulling the sheet away and climbing on him, sitting on his ass. He moves a little bit, I think he is waking up. I bend over, kissing him on his cheek a couple of times before talking to him.
"Wake up Mr. Grey. I've got breakfast ready." I nip at his earlobe while I whisper to him. My nails scratching his sides, teasing him. It makes him jump slightly.
"No, I don't want to. Just keep doing this and I'll be fine." He murmurs while stretching himself.
It makes me giggle. "But I made such a delicious breakfast." I fake my shock.
"I agree. It smells delicious. But you smell even better, so I would like to have you for breakfast instead." He says and before I even register what is happening, he is on top of me. A huge smile on his face and a very big erection pocking me in my belly.
He kisses me. Soft and sweet. His tongue stroking mine in a lazy tempo, telling me we have all the time in the world. He moves from my mouth to my neck, still softly kissing me. Sometimes his tongue flicks over my skin, making me moan softly.
When he reaches my breasts, he grabs them in his hands. Holding them against each other before licking and kissing my nipples. God, I love it when he does this. It feels so good. When I arch my back so he can take me deeper in his mouth, I hear him chuckle.
"You like that baby, don't you?" I nod my head while moving my fingers in his hair. "I can tell, your whole body gets goosebumps when I do it. It looks sexy as hell. But, as much as I want to make you come like this, I need to taste you more. I grave the taste of your pussy. It is my drug, I'm an addict baby." He whispers against my skin, moving lower over my belly.
He kisses my bellybutton and then dips his tongue inside. He keeps looking at me, at my reaction to his actions. I love it when he watches me. The way he looks at me, so full of want and lust, it turns me on even more.
When he arrives at my pubic bone, he places sweet little kisses there. It's intimate and sweet. My hands are still in his hair, massaging his scalp while he kisses me.
"You are so soft, Ana. I just can't get over how soft your skin feels on my lips, on my skin." He mumbles against me, eyes closed.
Then he moves even lower, his hands spreading my legs so I'm wide open to him. To my surprise I don't even feel uncomfortable. I feel confident and sexy, like he is supposed to see me like this.
"Keep your legs open." He says while moving to sit on his knees. I can see his hard dick bumping up and down. Then, he moves his hand to stroke himself. The sight is amazing. So erotic. He is a dream.
I look up from his body, into his eyes. He smiles a lazy smile. He knows he looks good, I can tell.
"You look amazing, Christian. Seeing you do this, I can't even tell you how sexy it is." I whisper while sitting up to move my hands over his chest, down to where his hand is pumping himself.
He kisses my lips and then grabs my hands away from his body. He kisses them before lying down on the bed.
"Sit on my face, baby. I want you to drown me." He says, mentioning for me to come to him.
I turn red. I have never done that. It sounds very personal. But it also sounds so hot. And I do want to try. He can see my dilemma, and grabs my hips and yanks them to him.
"Don't over think this. I want this, badly. And you are going to love it. Trust me. If not, just tell me to stop and I will. I just want to please you, in every way possible. Please let me." He says while moving one leg, so I straddle his face. Then he waits for my move.
"God damn it, Ana. You look so fucking hot." I hear him tell me.
My face is so red, I just know it radiates heat. But I'm curious, so I lower myself onto his mouth. I instantly know what he means. This gives me control to move my hips, his hands are free to tease my nipples and I have the perfect few of his hard dick, standing proud.
"Okay baby? Do you want me to stop?" He mumbles.
I don't want him to stop. I want to return the favor, so I bend forward and take him in my mouth as well. I hope that answers his question.
He jerks his hips and moans against my flesh. His hands dig in my ass and move me against his mouth.
This is the best morning ever.
After breakfast, a hot bath and another orgasm, we are sitting at the breakfast bar. Christian is drinking coffee, I have another cup of tea. We are having a comfortable conversation. He just finished telling me about the big company he managed on buying, even though he went to Crete to visit me. He seems very proud and it makes me smile.
I look at him, a nice silence fills the room. Then a question pops in my mind. One that I've been meaning to ask him.
"You told me you have a place in your house, where you do things with girls. Is it here? Or is it in one of your other houses?" I'm nervous about asking this, but I just really want to know.
He looks at me for a moment, I think he is surprised by my question. Then he answers me.
"Yeah, it's here. Upstairs. It is just a room. I decorated it to my liking. I keep everything that I use in a scene in that room." He watches my reaction and takes a sip of his coffee.
I bite my lip and look at the stairs. Is it weird if I ask him to show me? I don't want to do anything there, I just want to see. Maybe I can get a better idea of what he does in there. About his needs. I'm distracted from my thoughts when I hear him laugh.
"What?" I ask him, jerking my eyes away from the stairs to look at him.
"You can ask me, Ana. I don't want to hide anything from you. If you want to see it you can." His eyes are glimmering with humor. "You look like a kid who really wants a cookie, but is afraid of asking for it."
I let out a nervous laugh. "I just don't want you to get excited and get the wrong idea. I don't want to do anything there. I just want to see."
He looks at me and then moves to one of the kitchen drawers and opens it to get out a key. Then he walks to me and gives me the key.
"I won't. It's upstairs, first door to you right. Do you want to go alone or do you want me to show you?" He asks like it is the most normal thing in the world.
I think I want him to come with me. I don't want to go in there alone. I have no idea what to expect. If I faint out of shock, he can at least help me get up.
"Lead the way." I tell him, giving him back the key. He takes it and gives me a kiss on my lips before walking to the stairs, me following him on his heels.
When we stand in front of the door, he takes a breath.
"You sure you want to see? You won't get upset if you see this? Because if you are not sure that we can act normal to each other after this, I would like to do this some other time. This weekend is our first weekend together. I won't make it a bad memory." He tells me, looking at me serious.
I'm sure I want to see. And I am not going to judge him. He told me what he does in here. I just need to see. No secrets.
"I promise. We will be fine." I tell him and kiss him on his lips to show him I mean it.
He opens the door and lets me go in first. It is dark, but then he turns on the lights. Wow. Just wow.
"Please keep talking to me. I want to know your thoughts." I hear him say behind me.
"Out of all the white rooms you have in this penthouse, you decide to use color in this one? And then you go for red?" I can't believe it. Everything is red. If I wouldn't know any better, I would think this is romantic. There is a huge four-poster bed to my right, with red sheets. And on the other side there is a chesterfield couch, also red. I see a lot of things I don't know. But also a few things I've seen in some films.
"I needed it to be a sensual room, not a torture chamber. Everybody always things that BDSM takes place in dungeons. That it's something dark, hard and disrespectful. That's not true. It is about trusting someone so blind, you give them full excess to every part of your body. That you know nothing will happen that you won't like. That you feel save. A lot of married couples actually do this. It is about trust. And it is bullshit that you can't do it with someone you love. I think it makes it even better when you do it with someone you love." He says, getting me out of my thoughts.
"Well it worked. It almost looks romantic. Except for the cross and the other stuff besides the bed and the couch. They do look a little like they come out of a torture basement." I tell him while walking around the room. I have no idea what to say to the 'someone you love' part. But I know now that he did this with someone he loved.
I walk to a cabinet and open it. My eyes go wide. Dildo's and vibrators in every size available. I just can't stop my big mouth from speaking.
"Jesus, have these been used?" I shriek.
"No Ana. They are not used. I buy new stuff when I stop seeing someone." He chuckles.
"Thank God." I mumble. "Can't believe some of those fit."
Now he laughs. "Oh, they do."
I roll my eyes and walk to the whips and canes. They absolutely do not turn me on. As a matter of fact, I can't believe someone gets turned on thinking about being whipped. What the hell are you? A horse?
"Have you ever been whipped, Mr. Grey?" I ask him.
"Why? If not, you volunteer?" He smirks and then shakes his head. "No, I have not been whipped. I've always been a Dominant. The woman I did this with, always were submissive. I'm not really good at being submissive."
"How do you know when you have never tried?" I ask him. That's easy, He whips someone but has no idea what it feels like. Not fair at all.
"For the same reason you are so sure that you would hate being whipped. I saw you looking at those whips and canes with disgust just now." He keeps his face open, friendly. But I can tell he is a little disappointed in my reaction. I just can't help it. I don't see myself do this, ever.
I walk to the right, to another cabinet. When I open that one, I see a spreader bar and all sorts of restrainers and handcuffs.
"Do I need to talk you through it?" I hear him ask, he is standing behind me, quite close.
"No, I know what those things are. I saw it in some videos online." I tell him without thinking. Fuck me and my blabbering mouth.
"Wow, hold on. You watch BDSM?" His eyes go wide, a huge smirk on his face.
"NO. NO. No. I just watched it when you told me about what you do. To have an image with the story. I don't like to watch that sort of porn."
"But you do like to watch porn?" His smile gets even wider. And his eyes go from surprise to lust in a nanosecond. My face couldn't get any redder if I tried.
Fucking hell, Ana. Keep talking. Just tell him all your dirty secrets will you.
"Maybe. It is not very polite to ask a lady about that Mr. Grey." That's it. Be mysterious.
"But you're not just a lady. You're my lady. And it turns me the fuck on to know you watch it." He says while grabbing me by my waist.
"Just sometimes. And not hardcore things." I mumble, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
"Don't be shy, Ana. I love that you tell me these things. I think it is great that you explore things. How else do you know what you like? Every woman should see what it is that turns her on. If they know that, they will be so much more comfortable when they are with someone. I personally think it is sexy as hell when a woman knows what she wants."
I cock my eyebrow at him. "Really? And if she tells you, you force them to do exactly what you want. I don't see the two of those things match."
"Okay, listen and listen carefully." He suddenly says seriously, a little forceful. "One: I have never forced anyone to do this with me. What I did in here with whoever it was, they always gave me their consent. Two: They told me exactly what they liked and wanted, and in a scene I did that with them. Not to them, with them. Three: There is a lot that happens before you start the scene, Ana. You talk to each other. Listen to the hard limits. As I said, trust is the key. Without trust, you can't do this. At least I can't."
I give him a smile and a kiss on his lips before walking through the room again. I believe him. I need to stop judging. And I do agree with him. I wanted to know my own body a little bit, before I slept with someone too.
"So, do tell me. Do you just watch it or do you do other things while watching it?" He lightens the mood by asking this. He is way to curious.
"I actually watch it with Tarzan. He is my dear friend." I smirk. I hope he thinks it is an actual friend. But when I see his face, I know he doesn't. Of course he doesn't Ana, you just saw a whole cabinet full of Tarzans.
"Fuck yes, baby. You should introduce me sometime." He wiggles his eyebrows and I just roll my eyes.
"And you? How do you get yourself off? Do you do it here?" I wave my hand around the room. Now he need to tell me as well.
"I don't do it here, no. In the past, I would just go to a club when I felt like it. But since about four months, I actually have this insanely sexy woman with ocean blue eyes on my mind. She makes me so hard all the time, that I literally can do it everywhere." He pulls me into his embrace again, even closer this time. I can feel how much this conversation turns him on. He leans down so his lips are next to my ear. "In my bed, in my shower, in my office. In every single room of my house. Any time."
I look at him, and I know what he wants. And I want it too. But no way in hell that I'm doing it in here. So, I step out of his arms. As I walk around the room a little more, I see that it really is sensual. And I have to admit, he did manages to keep it classy as well.
"Well, it is a nice room." I tell him after a few minutes. "But I really don't feel aroused when I'm here. More uncomfortable, because I know that you have been here with other woman. And that thought actually pisses me off and makes me very jealous."
I walk to the door and get out. I smile when I hear him follow me immediately. I turn around just when he closes the door. Then he looks at me.
"I like it when you're jealous and show those claws, claim me as yours. It is okay you don't like the room, I have no intention of bringing you there anyway." He pecks my lips and takes my hand, pulling me down the stairs. "But that can't be said for every other room in this penthouse, baby. So let me give you a tour. You might want to lose the jeans and panties though, else you need to go searching for them afterwards. And this place is very big."