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I came in closely followed by Christian. I felt the door close and turned towards him.
He took off his gloves and put them in a jacket pocket. And then he slowly took it out and hung it in an armchair in the living room.
—Would you like something to drink? —I asked him nervously as I walked towards the kitchen.
—What do you have to drink? —he asked me as I opened the fridge.
There wasn't much in the fridge, just some cheese, eggs, and a few beers.
—Beer? —I asked him, raising an eyebrow.
— It wouldn't be bad. —he said to me while I took out a beer and offered it to him.
Christian took the beer out of my hand, opened it, and quickly drank it all without stopping. He only stopped when the bottle was empty. And he stared at me.
—Were you thirsty?
—I'm really hot. Can I use your bathroom? —he asked me as he stared at me.
—Down the hall at the end. —I said to him as he turned around and headed for the bathroom.
Who knew Christian would ever be in my house, in my bathroom. After he disappeared I looked for the phone and sent a message to my brother telling him that we would stay in Santa Ana and leave for L.A. in the morning.
I already knew what he was thinking. Where was Christian going to sleep? That's when my phone started ringing. It was Kate.
—How's your brother? —she asked me when I answered him.
— All right, he's in the house.
—Tomorrow Elliot will take me to see him. — she said to me as I walked into the bedroom.
—I told him you were going to see him.
—Christian asked me for your address, he said he was coming to get you.
—I know, he came to pick me up at my brother's house, a neighbor kindly gave him the address.
—Where are you?
—At my house, I'll be back tomorrow. I thought I'd come back today, but I don't want to go at night. —I said sitting on the edge of the bed.
—Where's Christian?
—In the bathroom.
—Wait, wait. Is Christian in your house? —she asked in amazement.
— Yeah. Where else would he be, Kate?
—I don't know, in a hotel.
—Unlike what you might think, he wants to go unnoticed. Something difficult for someone with his fame.
—Go unnoticed or be in your bed?
—Both, I think. —I said very short.
—I think if it were another time you'd be screaming with emotion at having Christian in your house. — I could be screaming, I still don't know how he's gonna get back at me.
I felt a noise in the corridor and then I looked at the door where Christian was standing.
—Kate, I have to leave you. —I said to her as a knot began to form in my stomach.
—I guess Christian's out of the bathroom already? —shee asked me while I stared at him.
—Mmm-hum. —It was the only thing I could articulate.
—Because of your lack of words I can imagine how he is dressed, I leave you with your personalized torture. —that was the last thing she said to me before hanging up.
And she was right.
Christian was my personalized torture.
Now much more.
When he asked me where the bathroom was, I thought it was for his needs. It never crossed my mind that he was bathing.
—Did you take a shower? —I asked him without moving from my place.
—I needed to refresh my ideas. —he said taking a step into the room.
His hair and torso were wet, and the drops of water were lost in the jeans with the button unbuttoned.
Shit!
Could it be any hotter?
I don't think so.
—While I was bathing, I was thinking about what I was going to do to you. —he said to me as he came in front of me.
The closing of the jeans was at my eye level. And all I could think about was to finish undoing it and feel it inside me.
—Anastasia! —he said to me in a gentle cadence as he lifted one hand towards my face.
His hand caressed my cheek as I closed my eyes to the sensation of the warmth of his hand against my skin. And slowly Christian lifted my face.
—Open your eyes. —he asked me sweetly and I obeyed. —Before I do what I plan to do, I need you to answer me something.
—What do you want to know?
—Why did you do me a fellation in the cinema?
—Because I needed you, when I am by your side I forget the place where I am. —I wasn't going to tell him again that I was in love with him.
I have learned from my mistakes. He hadn't answered me when I told him. So I wasn't going to repeat it.
—Did you only need me? —he asked me framing an eyebrow.
He wanted me to repeat it, but I wasn't going to make it.
—Christian, what I told you the other day, I'm not going to repeat it again.
—What did you say to me?
—I'm not going to follow your game, Christian, I told you. —his repeated questions were making me lose my patience.
—What did you say to me?
—No, I'm sorry, you won't make me repeat it.
—I don't want you to repeat it, Jaime.
—So what do you want me to say, Christian? —I almost shouted at him on the verge of madness.
—The truth, just tell me the truth.
—I love you, you're happy. —As soon as I said it, I put my hands on my face and covered my mouth.
Damn Christian and his powers of conviction.
—So, you love me and you're in love with me?
—You know that. —I said to him, standing up. —And this time you're not going to make me repeat it one more time. Don't make me humiliate myself one more time. —I said to him as I walked away from him.
Christian took my hand quickly and turned me, making me crash with his wet body.
—Humiliate you for what?
—For not reciprocating my feelings. —I said with a knot in my throat as I looked down.
—Who told you I don't correspond to your feelings? —he said to me as I lifted my face.
I think my eyes were wide open when I heard him say that.
—What!
—What happened in the shower afterwards didn't convince you of the intensity of my feelings? — he told me while he was sticking more to me, if it was possible.
—I thought that was the scene we were filming? And it's not like we don't have sex like that normally.
—It's true, but I was also showing you how I felt about you.
—Why didn't you tell me?
— I went to your trailer to pick you up and you left, you didn't give me time for anything. —he said to me as he tucked his hands around my waist.
—Why didn't you tell me on the phone?
— Confessing your feelings to someone is not something you do over the phone, Anastasia.
—And are you going to do it now? —I inquired curiously.
Christian smiled at me. That smile that disarmed anyone. The one he kept for the cameras, for the paparazzi, for the red carpets and for all the womens.
—I'm not a very open person about my feelings, Ana. I don't get involved sentimentally with anyone, really, I don't think I've ever done this. —he said to me as he let go of my waist.
—What have you never done? —I asked him nervously.
—I've never had a girlfriend, Ana, I don't know how to do this. —he said nervously as he ran his hand through his hair and sat on the bed.
If they tell me, I don't believe it. Christian Grey has never had a girlfriend.
—Why? —It was the only thing that occurred to me to ask him.
—Because I've never been interested enough in anyone to get involved in a relationship.
—And you're interested in me? — le pregunté mientras me sentaba a su lado.
Christian took my face in his hands.
— Since the moment you put a foot on the set, I knew you'd be my downfall, Anastasia.
—Why didn't you tell me before?
—Because I wanted to see how intense my feelings for you were.
—And have you checked?
—I think I'll need more time to check. —at that moment I felt some disappointment. —As far as I can tell…—he said as he lifted one hand towards my face and slowly slid it down my cheek. —…I want you every moment... —he lowered his hand until he caressed my lips, almost without touching them. —…and I need you at every moment. —I closed my eyes as the tingling that had begun with my lips spread all over my body. —But all that can be summed up in several emotions.
One of his hands was holding me by the waist while the other was sliding down my neck and his lips were towards my cheek and then towards my ear.
—Lust. —he said to me, making a groan escape from my lips. —Do you know what lust is, Ana? —he asked me between kisses while I shook my head.
Yes, I knew, but I couldn't articulate any word at the moment.
—It is the desperate and uncontrollable sexual desire that one person feels for another... —his hand was already going down my neck while his lips now kissed my skin following the same path his fingers had traveled. —...is the need to be with that person no matter what the consequences.
He pushed me slightly, making me lie in bed while he continued his seduction.
—Passion. That would explain the intense, desperate, unstoppable feelings I have for you. —Christian lifted my blouse as he began to kiss my belly.
I closed my eyes once more as I absorbed the heat from his lips on my skin.
—Love. — he said to me as he unhooked the button on my jeans and put his hand inside. — I believe that love would explain my behaviour towards you, the madness I have committed, that I don't care about anything or anyone. Just you. It would explain all these different emotions that I feel even when you are away from me. —And at that moment he put a finger inside me.
I archered against his hand as I clung to his bare shoulders. My body had become addicted to his caresses, to his warm mouth sliding down it, but above all to his touch. His touch sent signals of pleasure all over my body. Christian knew where to touch me, how to touch me. In such a short time he knew me better than I knew myself.
He began to lift his lips up my body until they were over mine. And then he removed the finger inside me and separated his lips from me. I opened my eyes. Christian stared at me, his green eyes wanting to see inside me.
—Ana, you must be patient with me.
—Why? —I asked him, frowning.
—Because I've never been in a serious relationship and because I'm extremely possessive.
—And jealous. —I added as he squinted at me.
—I admit it, it's the first time I've experienced that feeling, it's something new and frustrating for me.
—I'm sure it is. —I said to him as I caressed his face. —Did I think you were going to punish me? —I asked him suddenly.
—Rather, torture. —he whispered to me as he bit my lower lip and pulled on it.
—And with what do you intend to torture me? —I asked curiously as I raised an eyebrow.
Christian smiled at me, put one hand into the jeans pocket, and took out a small bag.
—With this.
—Can I know what's in it? —I asked him as he smiled at me and sat on the bed.
I sat down too and watched him as he slowly open the little bag and take two objects out of it. My whole body convulsed with pleasure at the sight of what was in the bag.
—I didn't know you were walking around with all that stuff?
—I don't, I picked it up before I left. I thought if I found you we could catch up and have some fun.
—A fun that you're thinking of turning into torture. —I said to him with my breath choppy.
—Yes, but for that I'm going to need other things too. —he said to me as he put his hand in the other pocket and pulled out something else.
—Did you take that too before you left?
—No, I took this from your bathroom. —he said to me as he put the strip on the side of the bed. —And I'm going to need your blouse, too. —he said to me as he took off my blouse and then quickly rolled it up and blindfolded me.
This was typical of him.
He hadn't blindfolded me in a while, much less tied me up. He put me in bed while he tied my hands to the bed. My breathing was already accelerating in anticipation.
I knew what the vibrator and the balls could do separately, but I had no idea that he was going to use both at the same time while I was bandaged, tied, and submitted to his mercy.