Anastasia's POV:
He pulls the key from his pocket, and I can't help wondering why it's in there. Maybe he's started keeping it on him since I took some things from the playroom before our little trip. I giggle to myself, oh fifty. The door swings open and I catch the scent of citrus wood polish before the lights switch on. I take in the sight of the room, I didn't really look around the last time I was in here, so, much of my memory is of the first night Christian brought me in here and his rather indecent proposal. Now that his lifestyle isn't a surprise it's not so scary in here. The room is actually quite beautiful. The walls are a deep maroon, which happens to be my favourite colour and I'm happy to notice there isn't any leather in here anymore, Christian must have removed it all when I said I didn't like it. The bed now has silk sheets matching the colour of the walls perfectly. Christian leads me into the centre of the room and lets go of my hand. The soft touch of his hand was comforting, but now it's gone.
"Anastasia, the first time I brought you in here was with the intention of making you my submissive. I don't want that from you anymore, but in this room, you are to follow my rules do you understand?" I bow my head and answer.
"Yes, sir."
"Do you remember the rules?" I go over the list in my head and thank god for my photographic memory.
"Yes, sir."
"You are my fiancee Ana. No safe words if you say stop you have my word that I will. Do you trust me?"
"With my life, sir." I want to look up, but I don't. I want to do this for him. I want to be everything he needs and more.
"Look at me." Sometimes it freaks me out how well he can read me. I guess it shouldn't though. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this man. I should be with someone who understands me. He looks at me with his dark, intense grey eyes and I bite down on my bottom lip. He steps closer, leaning down kissing me biting down on my lip as he pulls away.
"You know what that does to me." I look down and bite my lip again. His erection is pressing up against his dark jeans. He pulls me into him and kissing me again. I'm still in awe of how I affect him. He groans, and I whimper. His tongue begs for entry, and I open for him. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands slide under my black lace chemise over my underwear. I moan into his mouth, and he chuckles. "This is only the beginning, baby." The beginning?! I'm already aching for him I want him now. I run my hand through his silky hair and tug. I have a primal need for him. He sets me down carefully on the spanking bench. My stomach clenches in anticipation.
"I want you to stand up, turn around and bend over." I practically jump to my feet and bend over slowly, teasing him. My inner goddess congratulates me. His hand comes down hard on my ass making me jump. "Don't tease." I turn my head and wink at him. He looks at me shocked by my bravery, but only for a moment. He growls and shakes his head.
"You're being a very naughty girl. I think you might want this." He spanks me again, and I moan, surprising both of us. "Do you like when I do this?" He whispers in my ear. He's so close to me, and he smells fantastic. I inhale deeply before answering.
"Yes, sir." desire pools between my thighs.
"I think I'm going to cuff you." He says with joy. Grabbing the restrains at the bottom of the bench he attaches cuffs to both my wrists and ankles. I am completely vulnerable, helpless and at his mercy. There's something so sexy about fulling submitting to Christian. He walks over to his assortment of tools, floggers, riding crops, belts and canes. He stands and thinks of which tool he wants to use. The anticipation is building in me. What's he going to choose. I don't have to wait that long before he picks up a black leather riding crop. Millions of thoughts about the pain rush through my mind and stop at this sight of his shirtless body. He looks so casual and sexy.
"Adonis," I whisper and Christian smiles. Shit! He wasn't supposed to hear that.
"Adonis, I like that." He smirks and walks behind me. He pulls up my chemise and pulls down my panties, so they rest at my knees. "This is for pleasure, Ana. This isn't a punishment."
"Yes, sir."
I hear a faint 'woosh' followed by a sharp sting on my backside. It isn't as painful as I expected. It's not any worse than a spanking. He hits me again, and I close my eyes absorbing the feeling.
"Mhmmm," I moan, and Christian inhales sharply. The anticipation and the buildup for each strike is nerve-racking and rush at the same time. I've entered a very carnal place. I am needy for him. Each strike hurts more than the last and desire is filling me. My breathing hitches and I moan again. His next slap takes me by surprise. He doesn't hit my backside he hits underneath it, my sex. Oh my! It stings but feels wonderful. I pull against my restraints and moan. He strikes my butt again then my sex. He continues this pattern and suddenly stops. I'm about to see why when he smacks my clitoris. I groan, loudly. He drags the tip of the crop over my sex.
This is amazing. I never thought I could feel this way. He walks in front of me, and his cat who caught the canary grin is plastered on his face.
"Open." He commands, and my mouth falls open. He pushes the tip of the crop into my mouth. "You're so wet for me." I suck down hard on the crop. It tastes of leather and my salty arousal.
"Very good." He walks behind me again and drops the crop.
"Thank you, sir." He blows up the length of my sex, surprising me and it feels magnificent. Christian attacks my clitoris. He circles his tongue around it twice before sucking it hard.
"Ahh." I cry out, but he doesn't stop. Around and around again and again. I feel like I'm going to explode. He slips a finger inside of me, and I moan. "Christian, not like this!" He stops immediately and unhooks me.
"We aim to please, Miss Steele." He chuckles, and I stand up straight. He moves me against the wall and hooks my arms up against the wooden cross on the wall. I'm standing legs spread with Christian pressed against me. I can feel his need against my stomach. He pulls down his pants and thrusts into me. It's so deep this way, and he's able to get to my sweet spots with ease. He rubs my clit with his finger while thrusting into me. A million sensations are running through my body. Each thrust sends me closer to release. He kisses and bites my neck making me moan. I'm so close. Christian thrusts into me hitting my G-spot, sending me over the edge. We find our release together calling out each others names. I recover quickly. Christian unchains me and carries me to the couch.
I just came, but I still want more. Sitting on the couch on top of him I grind my hips into him. His body responds to me immediately. I bite my lip and stare into his eyes. I want him, again.
"Take off your lovely little nightgown." He orders and in one swift motion it off, and I throw it to the other side of the room. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him fervently. I want him to know how much I need him. He smacks my ass making me cry out.
"You like pain don't you?" His voice is husky.
"Yes, sir," I answer, and he kisses me again. I push myself against, Christian. I bite down on my lip. "Can I take care of sir?" I ask in my most innocent voice. He nods his head too surprised to answer. I look up at him and smirk. I take him in my hands a lick the tip of his penis than all the way up his shaft. I take him in my mouth and move up and down slowly. Christian grabs my hair signalling me to go faster. We aim to please, I think before complying. His hips buck upward, and I know he's close to release, so I don't stop. Just before he's about to cum he stops me and shakes his head.
"If I don't get to make you come with my mouth, you don't get to either." Christian lies me down on the couch and climbs on top of me. He doesn't take any time before he thrusts into me. I moan, eyes fluttering closed as Christian continues. Picking up his pace after a few thrusts. I can tell he wants this rough and fast. I need him badly. I dig my nails into his back and moan again. He bites down on my neck like a vampire, and I groan.
"Faster" I growl, and his eyes darken at my command.
"Shit, you're so tight, Ana." his voice is deep and husky. I bit down on my lip hard, breaking the skin. I taste the blood and urge Christian to go faster. Each thrust fills me perfectly. My orgasm rips through me, and I call out his name. Christian collapses on top of me breathless.
"That. Was. Amazing." He says, and all I can do is smile. Christian gets up before me and starts to clean up. He throws me my clothes and put them on. "Anastasia, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you gave me a run for my money tonight. I almost came when you winked at me. Holy shit." He runs his hands through his just fucked hair, and I blush.
"Christian, I crave you as much as you crave me. I am most definitely looking forward to our next trip up here."
"So you liked it?"
"I thought that was obvious," I say in a sarcastic tone before rolling my eyes.
"Keep that up, and we won't make it downstairs." As much as I want to challenge him, I'm entirely spent. We walk downstairs and crawl back into bed, and I fall asleep instantly with Christian wrapped around me. Dreaming of the red room and Christian I have the best sleep I've had in a long time.