Chapter 36
Having given Anastasia a kiss that was returned with as much passion as I've ever experienced, I step away. I need to compose myself, otherwise this evening is going to be over faster than I'd like.
I leave Anastasia standing in front of the mirror. I am enjoying her discomfort at looking at her own body. She has an amazing shape, and she is going to have to learn to be comfortable within her own skin. Studying her reflection, and not in a critical manner will help. I glance at the 'Sir' on her stomach. She is so beautiful in her submission.
Breaking my gaze, I go into the bedroom section of the suite. I get a couple of things out of my briefcase. I shall enjoy using these on my Anastasia later this evening. I pop into the bathroom and fill a bowl with warm water, and bring it out to the bed stand. Looking back to Ana, she hasn't moved a muscle. She is beautiful.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, and call out to her "Turn around Ana." She obeys. "Now, sweetheart, come to me. On your hands and knees." The look on her face as she swallows and the split second before she drops to the floor and crawls slowly, carefully. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
When she reaches the bed, I stop her, touching her shoulder. "Sit back on your knees please. Good. Now, spread your thighs wider. Perfect." I have a nearly unrestricted view of her labia, her swollen sex that I will soon be lapping upon.
"What is your safe word, Anastasia?"
She looks up at me, the beautiful blue of her iris barely visible against her dilated pupils. "Pemberley, Sir."
"Give me your wrists." She offers her hands to me, and I plant a kiss on each pulse point. I feel her involuntary shiver, and suppress a smile. I reach up and pick up a length of shibari rope, one of the toys that I had in my case. I loop a length of rope around one wrist, and then the other, winding and twisting the strands together, the long ends forming a pretty leash. I admire the pattern that I've made, and I see that Ana has noticed it too. .
Not letting her rise from her kneeling position, I shuffle her towards the bed, guided by the leash on her wrists. I tug gently. "Stand, Anastasia." Again, she obeys and I slip the long end of rope over the bed, and tether her to the bed frame. I stand back and admire her, seeing her half-tied up, but I'm not finished yet.
I am almost repeating myself from earlier, although this time she is lying on the bed. "Spread your legs. Wider." I reach for more rope, and I can see her trying to peer as to what I'm doing. Her toes wiggle as I circle the rope around her ankles, and secure it to the bed frame. Now, I can really stand back and admire my handiwork. Her sex is fully exposed, and the pillow I slip under her hips means she really cannot move. Mine. All mine, to watch, to play, to use, to cherish. Smiling down at my beautifully tied prisoner, I lightly drag my finger over her labia. I am looking forward to breaking the seal of her seam, but I stop. She whines and tries to wiggle against my fingertip, trying to gain purchase. Needy little sub!
"Tsk tsk Miss Steele." I admonish gently. Her whine turns to a whimper when I lightly pinch the inside of her thigh. "No moving."
"Yes, Sir." Her response is breathy.
I am glad I have that warm bowl of water, and a new razor. I can feel just the slightest downy regrowth following her waxing. I make eye contact with her, spread-eagled, exposed, all mind. "You know Miss Steele, I do think it's time for you to get waxed again."
My stomach drops when I see her face turning almost grey. This is not the reaction I was expecting.
"Anastasia." I sit up on the bed beside her. "Do you need to use your safe word?"
She shakes her head.
My hand hovers over the rope, ready to release her. "Speak to me."
"Sir, please, I do not want to back to that salon." She hasn't safeworded, but she is not comfortable. Whatever I said, she is no longer enjoying the scene, and consequently, neither am I. In a flash, I undo the knots and have her sit on the bed beside me.
"Tell me."
"That woman." What woman is she talking about?
"Meredith the therapist?" I ask. I can't imagine what sweet Meredith did to her, but Ana has a right to be heard.
"No, that other woman. She... creeps me out." I frown. Monika was the only other woman that she saw, and I told Elena that I wanted her miserable ass fired for breaching confidentiality. Fuck. Elena.
I keep my voice level. "What did this woman look like?"
"Blonde. Wearing all black. And she had on clickity heels. When I was getting my hair cut, she came in and made some snippy comments. She told me I'd never be enough for you. "
I school my features. I had told Elena not to go near my Ana.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to make you angry." I haven't said a word, yet submissive Ana is so in tune with my emotions, she must feel the rage radiating off me.
"Never, never be sorry for something like that, Anastasia." I kiss her shoulder. "I always expect you to be honest with me."
Fuck Elena. All my plans for tonight are now ruined thanks to that scheming harpie. I think back to that day. I haven't spoken to Elena in a while, but I know that she wasn't happy that Anastasia was in my life. She said that 'we normally pick you a sub together.' . I don't know where she gets this delusion that she procures me submissive women. Admittedly when I first became a Dom I did seek her advice, and we were moving within the same circles, but she doesn't provide a vetting service for me. I want to whip her for this. In my mind, I replay some more of our conversation from that day – 'remember what happened the last time you wanted more'. Whilst that relationship is long over, it now raises my suspicions as to its demise.
Standing up, I fetch a robe for Ana and pull it around her shoulders.
"I was enjoying myself until this, Sir," she whispers.
"I know, sweetheart, me too, but I think we should leave it for now." Quite frankly, thinking of Elena has made my dick shrivel too.
I knot the robe closed. "I do not share, and as your Dominant it is my responsibility to ensure that your wellbeing is paramount. If you do not feel comfortable there, then I will arrange for a therapist to visit you in Escala."
She opens her mouth, to apologise again, but I still the words with a finger on her lips. "Anastasia, your dislike of Ecslava notwithstanding, I still expect you to respect and obey me. Do you understand?" I don't move my hand and she bobs her head in a nod, those luscious lips rubbing against my finger.
She is so fucking delectable and obedient, I feel my cock harden, but not tonight. She is feeling much too vulnerable, and I'm not going to associate any BDSM activities in her mind with Elena.
I wrap her in my arms. "I will go in and have a shower. You can then wash and we can relax."
"Like what? Scrabble?"
I chuckle. "Sure. If that's what you want."
She finally laughs. "No, not really. Can we just lie here?"
"Of course."
By the time I come out of the shower, Ana is asleep on the bed and I'm glad to see it. I don't remove the robe but just pull the sheets over her. I can't believe how quickly she passed out, but then she had a couple of drinks earlier in the night. She needs her sleep, and it will be an early start for us. I lie in beside her, that glorious scent relaxing me and helping me to forget Elena.
I look at the clock. It's early yet. I send Taylor and ask him to organise the pick-up of some things for me. I send a couple of emails, check in with Roz and soon doze off myself.
4am comes early. I get up, dressed, and finally stir Anastasia. She grumbles slightly, but I'm insistent. "Get up now, Anastasia."
When she falls out of bed, with a half-asleep dirty look, I stifle a grin. Improving her morning personality is something that I'm looking forward to working on, but that will take time.
Get dressed, please. Ana looks around for her dress, but instead I hand her a little valise.
"Where'd you get this?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Sir?"
"Sorry" she whispers.
"Kneel by the bed, and think on your error." Watching her place the valise on the bed, and kneel obediently, facing the wall again goes straight to my dick. My cock rises before the sun, apparently.
When a minute is up, I tell her to continue getting dressed. "I asked Taylor to stop off at your mother's house, and get a couple of your essentials."
She gives me a look, which softens into resignation. "You know where my mom lives, Sir?" Of course I know where her parents live. It's not exactly rocket science to look up an address on the internet.
She pulls on the soft yoga pants Taylor has brought for her, and slips on a t-shirt. Her nipples are pert though the soft fabric. For a second I want to bend her over the bed and take her here and now, but there will be time for that later.
"Sir, What about breakfast?"
"We will be having breakfast shortly, however you are hungry now, I shall order you a croissant." I will never see my Anastasia go hungry, even if it means we are late. She shakes her head and continues dressing.
Ten minutes later, we arrive in the underground garage, and Taylor is waiting by the car. Although she has pulled on her zip through hoody, Ana shivers. I open the door, ensuring she is seated comfortably, I fast the seatbelt around her, the satisfying click given me a buzz. I grab a blanket out of the boot and when I get in I tuck it around her. Mmm, nice and snug. Ana is dozing off again, and I enjoy the weight of her head against my shoulder. I don't mind, as the surprise should be all the nicer for her when she wakens.
It's only a short drive to the coast, but we are actually travelling to Hilton Head, South Carolina. "Waken up, Sweetheart, we are here."
"Mmm, Where are we, Sir?" she blinks a few times, clearing her bleary eyes.
"Breakfast." I help her out of the car. We only have a short walk now, and I guide her, the small of my hand around her back. She still has the blanket wrapped around her, although I don't feel the early morning cold at all.
"Wow, Christian! Sir! It's wonderful." She cuddles in to me as she takes in the scene. It's a simple breakfast picnic, but it's on the cliff.
"If you can make yourself comfortable now, we can have breakfast whist watching the sun rise over the Atlantic," I check my watch, "and dawn should be breaking in around ten minutes."
She leans against me, her back to my chest. This is fast becoming my favourite position. She sips on a coffee, and I can just about see the curls of steam rising against her cheeks. Slowly, but at the same time, so fast, the sun starts to rise, the red-orange glow setting the ocean on fire. My attention moves from the sea to the river of brown hair directly in front of me. The gathering light is bouncing off the loose tendrils, bobbing and dancing. I've never felt this way before. I've known to look at my submissives, but it's been in a clinical way. I have been observant to their needs, their body language. The nuances of their very being has eluded me before. Unaware of my thoughts, Ana reaches over and lifts a piece of fruit from the picnic bowl. She giggles and tries to catch the juice of from peach as it dribbles down her hand. I reach for her fingers and suck them clean. The peach falls to the ground, and rolls away as I feast on my own delicious morsel. I need to have Ana for breakfast every morning. When we get back to Seattle I will need to reassess my priorities.