We left the concert walking hand in hand. My ears were still ringing from the beautiful cello, that had transported me into a different universe. Christian had held my hand during the entire concert. Squeezing it three times in a row. He had whispered into my ear that it was code for "I","Love", "You". I had felt a thrill, knowing this secret code of his. As if I'd been let in on some sort of secret. One only we shared.
The outside air was filled with a fresh breeze, making me feel so weightless, as if I could just jump into the air and suddenly fly. Tel Aviv by night was just such an enchanted place and being here with him was the secret to its enchantment.
We walked through the beautiful the streets back to the hotel. The warm breeze kissing my face.
- "Oh look, is that a lemon tree?" I glanced at Christian.
- "What's the expression again: if life gives you lemons..?" I searched my mind for the saying. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't remember it.
- "I don't know what saying you're referring to. " he said, giving me a devilish look, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Suddenly he jumped over the fence. Like a young athlete, he lifted himself with his arm and stole one of the lemons from the tree. Handing me a heavy yellow lemon into my palm.
- "Here you go." a proud smile spread on his face. He looked so boyish and careless in this moment, with his jacket thrown casually over his shoulder. I liked careless Christian. I wish he was always like this. I remembered Kate's words. He's always serious. Work is his life. She never saw this side of him, as if this side was only for me. I felt a conceited sense of pride, knowing that I'm the only one who could see him this way. Was I the one that brought it out in him? But I couldn't help but wonder, what was it that had made him that serious in the first place. What in his past made him like this? He grabbed my hand.
- "I want you so badly right now. Come. I can't wait any longer." he interrupted my thoughts, gently pressing his hand against my back, pushing me towards the hotel.
We arrived back to our beautiful five star hotel. Christian guided me into the brunch area on the 5th floor. It was completely empty. No wonder, it must have been around eleven PM.
As if he was a permanent guest who lived here, Christian disappeared into the staff area where the kitchen was. After a few minutes he reemerged with a self made cocktail, mixing it with a spoon. He then took back the lemon from my hand and skilfully cut it into two equal pieces, pressing the fresh juice into the glass.
- "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade? Is that what you were looking for?" he answered my earlier question, handing me a beautiful self made cocktail. My heart was filled with love for him. I could not wipe off the grin on my face. I took a sip. It tasted deliciously.
- "Do you want to get me drunk so you can more easily get into my pants?" I teased him.
I took another sip. I couldn't believe how good his cocktail was. Deliciously sweet and sour at the same time. Like him, I thought.
- "hmmm, delectable, what did you put in there?" I licked my lips, giving him a burning hot look filled with desire.
- "Just a few simple ingredients. Lot's of Rhum, but you can't taste it. Sugar, lemon, Ice and that's it. " he answered wistfully, giving me his warmest smile. I noticed tha he didn't make one for him. It seemed like, according to the bible of Christian, only one of us needed loosening up. Why he never drank alcohol was beyond me. I could feel the alcohol getting into my head, because I felt happily tipsy and carefree and I had an urge to jump on him. Could life be any better? I wished this moment with him would never end.
He took my hand again, guiding me back to our suite. Will he undress me? I was hoping so. But instead he took me outside onto the balcony. The view on the ocean and the beach was breathtaking. The warm breeze made it such an unforgettable moment.
- "Look, the sky is so clear you can see the stars." and he took my hand and drew lines in the sky, connecting the stars.
- "That's the great bear." he paused. "And that's all I know." he flushed his big smile at me and all I could think of was: kiss me, why aren't you kissing me? He put his hand on to my back and slowly opened the zipper, freeing my back. I felt a rush of excitement as he took his time undressing me. Revealing the satin lace lingerie I was wearing.
- "You are so beautiful. If only you could see what I see." he said in amazement. I blushed under the compliment. He could be so sweet when he wanted to. This was literally my favourite version of him. If only he could be like that all the time.. I looked at this gorgeous man who was towering over me. His beautifully sculptured face, his burning dark eyes that pierced through my being. His black curly hair that made him look like the handsome devil that he was. For the first time, I dared to make a step towards him, thanks to the confidence the alcohol was giving me. Pulled in by his magnetic aura, I wrapped my arms around him and forced him to bend down to kiss me.
My kiss was soft and timid at first. I waited for him to explore my tongue and my mouth. H eagerly reciprocated the kiss, biting my lip was like an aphrodisiac.
- "I want you." I murmured into his ear. I felt his smile on my neck as he lifted me up, forcing me to cling to his muscular torso. My legs wrapped around his hips. He gracefully carried me back inside, laying me onto the bed. Our intimate bubble.
- "You'll have to tell me what you like, Ana." he slowly unclipped my bra and before moving down to my panties. His touch felt sensuous, sending electric shocks through my body. Heightening my sexual desire for him.
- "You are a very sensual woman." and he kissed me slowly, softly on my vulva, circling skilfully down towards my clitoris. It felt so good, I felt lost in sexual pleasure. His voice was soft and sexy, but his words sounded like a faraway blur. My mind was completely filled with exaltation. He suddenly stopped, towering over me. His wide shoulders taking over the space. He plunged his eyes into mine. They were burning with desire, they were so dark in the dim light, he looked almost animalistic. Like a handsome dangerous creature. He finally unbuttoned his white blouse and undressed to his glorious naked self. We were both still, looking at each other in silence. I felt completely intoxicated by his body, his delicious scent and this unbreakable bond that tied my being to him.
- "Tell me: I'm yours completely." he ordered me.
He began rubbing the head of his penis against my entrance. Coating it with my vaginal secretion.
- "Say it!" he commanded me. I felt anxious to feel him inside of me. Each time he passed my opening felt like a soft torture. My inner being screaming with pulsing desire for him, begging him to put it in, fill me completely.
- "I'm yours." I whispered, breathless.
Right now I'd do anything he asked me to do. Finally he pushed himself inside of me. Slowly. I felt that wonderful sensation of my vagina stretching open to accommodate him. He paused for several seconds and then without a warning he slammed into me with force. I screamed up in surprise but instead of pain, I felt this wondrously pleasing sensation, expanding inside of me.
- "Thank you for letting me fuck you." he hissed, while pushing harder and deeper with every thrust. He started slowing the pace.
- "Tell me what you like.. " he breathed against my ear.
It was too slow, I needed him to accelerate the rhythm to how it was before. He then attempted to withdraw
- "No.. go harder." I gasped. I didn't care what he thought of me in that moment. For the first time, I was selfishly thinking about my own pleasure. My addiction to him. I felt him slowly tunnelling into me again, picking up a faster pace. Relentlessly thrusting further and further. It felt awesome, being taken like this, possessed by him. I couldn't believe how good this felt. The intensity was overwhelming, barely bearable. I completely surrendered to him when he groaned "I'm going to come." and I exploded, my senses shattered from this powerful rush, leaving me senseless.
- "Wow!" I was speechless by this sensation of absolute ecstasy.
- "This was amazing." I breathed, my body slowly relaxing back to a normal heart rate. He kissed me gently before I fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.
When I woke up, my hands were fumbling in the sheets, where Christian should be lying. The bed was empty. A feeling of longing engulfed me. Where is he? Why do I always wake up to an empty bed? I saw a dim light coming from the office corner, where I heard him stroking the keyboard of his laptop. Does he ever not work? His work obsession was baffling me. But then again, maybe I should take example on him. I looked for my panties. Wearing something just made me feel more comfortable. I found him in his boxers, perched over his computer. His face bathed in the blue light emitted by his laptop.
- "Hello beautiful. I hope I didn't wake you? You looked so peaceful when you were sleeping." he caressed my hand, pulling me onto his lap, gently caressing my backside.
- "I slept like a baby. So you were right." I said.
- "I know I am. About what this time?" he looked intensely at me.
-"Sex is not overrated." I said, my cheeks flushing red just thinking about what we had done a few hours ago. He chuckled.
- "What time is it? Oh" I saw his laptop screen indicating 4 am.
- "It's late, but I needed to get some work done. It's easier to work when you're sleeping." he kissed my shoulder, gently nibbling with his teeth into my flesh.
- "Are you trying to eat me?" I mused, letting my fingers run through his thick hair, massaging his scalp. I loved the sensation so much, I don't think I could ever get bored of it. This thick scull that was protecting his brilliant mind.
- "I do want to eat you… I want to possess you, Anastasia. Your body and your soul." his eyes turn from soft to dark. Shimmering with dangerous lust.
- "Well I'm not to be possessed by anyone. I'm a free and independent woman." I nibbled on his lips, wetting them with my tongue.
- "Is that so?" he leaned back. My fingers explored his muscular torso, running over his stomach, all the way up to his muscular neck. I wanted him so badly. His skin smelled deliciously. Why couldn't I have sex all the time? Nothing in the world felt better than having sex with Christian.
- "Turn around." he ordered me. I was unsure what to do. By now I should have gotten used to him ordering me around. I slowly got up and turned around, unsure of myself, my back facing him.
- "Put your ass up. Face down and put your hands on the desk." he whispered, his voice filled with threats.
- "I'll show you independent." he mocked me.
I could hear him stand up right behind me. A hard objet pressed against my back. He wrenched off my panties and parted my cheeks with his erection, massaging it against my skin. Sensation filled me, like a rush of oh so powerful pleasure.
- "Don't.." I heard my voice fill with panic. The idea of him jamming his penis inside my backside filled me with dread.
- "I'm not going to do that." he reassured me.
Instead, a warm and wet tongue was skilfully exploring that area. At the same time, his long fingers started fingering me. What a strange but arousing sensation. Completely different from anything he had ever done before. He seemed to be enjoying it as well. I felt deeply embarrassed by what he was doing. But feeling him enjoying it so much made it strangely arousing, my body responding in pleasure. I started moaning.
- "Please don't stop." I gasped. He promptly pulled away. He paused for a few seconds and absolutely nothing happened. I had no idea what he was about to do next, and all my senses were on high alert. I could hear him open the desk's drawer. He placed a full stack of papers right in front of me. Leaving me completely confused.
- "Do you know what this is, Miss independent?" he said the last word very slowly. I had no idea what this was.
- "Start reading." he urged me. I could feel his powerful erection entering me again, his full length possessing me. He paused, allowing me to adjust to him being inside of me.
- "Start reading." he instructed again.
I started reading as best as I could giving the fact that he was inside of me, moving slowly. This contract binds Miss Anastasia Steele, hereby referred to as « employee », to Mister Christian Grey, referred hereby to as « employer »... Oh! It was nothing else but the famous contract. The one I had forgotten exited.
- "Keep reading Anastasia." he summoned as he started moving faster, exploring, bumping my cervix. My voice was shaky. I felt confused and lost and aroused at the same time. Him inside of me was the most erotic feeling I had ever experienced. I couldn't believe he was doing this. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding harder inside of me. We moved together, as I started to relish the feeling of having him go deeper inside of me. I couldn't keep reading. Feeling him fill me, felt so unbelievably fucking good.
- "Take the pen on the desk." he hissed. I could hear his breath shortening, becoming more intense. I grabbed the pen, I was ready to be owned by him, conquered, fucked senseless by him. Oh Christian!
- "Don't stop, don't.." I could feel my body responding to his, complete in unity. I was so close..
- "Last page. Sign it! Turn to the last page!" his hoarse voice sounded almost demonic. I was completely out of it, wiped out. With the bits of energy I could summon, I stroke my signature onto the page, agreeing to all his terms and conditions, before I exploded around him, soon followed by his climax inside of me.
This time he fell asleep before me, and I held him so tightly, he could not go anywhere. My legs and arms were wrapped around his entire body.
The next morning we were chilling at the hotel pool and life couldn't have been lazier or happier. Christian was doing a few lengths in the pool. He told me it was to get rid of his constant raging boner.
He had asked me what book I was reading.
- "Black Swan. This author explains how some events are unpredictable in the economy but could bring the whole system to its knees. I love this book, it's amazing." he had looked at me with big eyes filled with surprise.
- "You really are special." he'd sounded astounded. We had talked about economic theories and I tried to argue for universal income.
- "This is nothing new, that theory has been around since the 90ies and hasn't worked then and it still won't work now." he had given me a half smile. I still tried to convince him how this was the future. People free to choose to work not because they needed to for survival but because they wanted a better standard of living. All these women trapped with men because they were financially dependent, finally set free…
- "What are you reading?" I had then asked him.
- "A book about physics." he said very enthusiastically. He proceeded to laud on me some foreign mumbo jumbo, of which I understood literally nothing but his passion on the subject was endearing.
While Christian was still swimming below the surface, I was getting a sunburn rather than a tan. I really could get used to this carefree life. Every waking moment would be about him, breakfast with Christian, hanging at the pool watching Christian swim, lunch with Christian, long conversations about anything and everything then a walk at the beach with him, afternoon sex with Christian. Nap with Christian, dinner with concert or shopping or jet skiing or whatever else Christian had in mind. And finally wild bedtime sex before falling asleep with Christian to finish off the day. Rewind.
An older, good looking and sophisticated woman had been watching Christian for a while. He got out of the pool, all wet and sexy, looking like an olympic swimmer. His muscular torso glistening with droplets of water. Seeing him bare-chested in his tight swim shorts made him look even sexier then before. He looked delicious with his wet black hair curling from the water. He was drying himself when she walked over to him, smiling. I watched in horror how she managed to trap him into an animated conversation. She was all smiles and flirty. I effectively wanted to kill her. Didn't she see he was taken? I could only see his profile, his face was hidden, turned towards her. I tried to read his body language. He seemed passive and polite. Her, on the other hand, had a big smile plastered on her face and kept laughing and giggling. She seemed over the top desperate. She was wearing high wedge sandals and jewellery. Her hair perfectly airbrushed into big unnatural curls. Clearly she spared no expenses for her looks. Her left hand was resting on her hip, which was pushed out to the side. She stretched out her breasts into his direction. At one point, I saw her brushing his arm with her manicured fingers. Pretending to be amicable, but I knew what she had in mind. Stay away! He is mine. I wanted to shout at her. I was boiling with anger. Why was he talking with her? And what on earth were they talking about? What on earth did she have « interesting » to say, to manage to trap him into what seemed like an endless conversation? I found him impolite, talking with a woman who clearly was getting moist between the legs and just wanted to jump his bones. And doing all of that in front of me, absolutely disregarding my feelings.
He finally turned around, gave me a brief smile and lazily walked over to me, laying on the chaise long next to me.
- "What did she want?" I asked him suspiciously.
- "She's the daughter of the owner of the hotel. She wanted to invite us for dinner tonight with her father." I looked at her smiling at me. Her big fake plastered smile that didn't reach her eyes. Oh I bet she wants to have dinner with him, or to be more precise: have him for dinner.
- " And what did you tell her?" I asked sulking.
- "That we already have plans. But she said we could do it tomorrow. She's here for one more week. She lives in New York. We have some friends in common, surprisingly."
I felt anger, real anger. Was she still going to be here, stalking him, while I'd have to leave?
- "She's only interested in you because she can clearly see that you're rich and not too unattractive." I said in a spiteful tone.
- "Thanks." Now he was angry too.
- "Is that your opinion of me?" his face was cold, his tone threatening.
- "Since when are you so impolite? You talked to her for more than twenty minutes. The least you could do is introduce me to her, to show you're with someone." I spit the words into his face.
I didn't care that he was angry and that I crossed a line. I already knew there would be payback for this one. I just didn't know how bad it would be.
- "Actually I told her you were my girlfriend, soon to be fiancé and that I was about to propose to you tonight. And that's why we couldn't join them for dinner." his voice was a dangerous whisper.
- "You were going to propose to me?" I asked incredulously.
- "Not anymore with your attitude." he was boiling. Angry Christian was very scary, and hot. My anger completely dissipated.
- "Wait, really?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
- "You were?" He really was? Really? I couldn't believe my ears.
- "You need to calm down a notch. I'm going back to our suite." he turned on his heels and left.