Chapter 19: I live for the weekend
AKA: Let's talk about sex

She is addictive because she possesses a pure heart and a dirty mind

We woke up naked in bed, having made love after exchanging such sweet words. Christian put on his underwear and old joggings he had found in his closet before going downstairs to fetch the bag Taylor had prepared for us. I had already put back on my underwear when Christian returned, and we got dressed silently, still sleepy.

Taylor had found a dress with a decent length for me, even if my back was left barely covered by a few stripes. It was indigo blue with light pink flowers and a circle skirt that fluttered around me whenever I turned. For Christian, he had brought jeans and a navy blue t-shirt that complimented him handsomely.

We found Gretchen and Grace cooking breakfast downstairs. I wished them good morning before joining their effort, while Christian fetched us some painkillers.

"Did you have fun last night?" asked Grace, her smile somewhere between motherly and knowingly.

"We got roped into playing some drinking game," answered Christian, "but we went to bed before everyone else. I'm not sure when they'll be up."

Right on cue, Mia showed up. She and Ethan had been the ones to drink the less during the game, and she didn't look half as hungover as me. Still, she stretched out her hand palm-up towards Christian, who handled her a painkiller and a glass of water. Muttering a sleepy hello, she joined us with the cooking, while Christian began to set the table.

Carrick, who had been at his office, was the next one to join us. He received a chorused "Happy Father's Day," from both of his youngest children.

Ethan joined us as soon as we had finished cooking, wearing the clothes from the day before. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Ethan, much like Christian, didn't seem to be suffering a significant hangover. They had a tranquil talk about psychology, with Grace and Carrick giving their two cents now and then. Mia seemed pleased her family was getting along with her prospective boyfriend.

We were halfway through breakfast when Elliot and Kate dragged their way downstairs. Unlike me—and apparently Mia—they weren't lightweights, so they weren't suffering the consequences of the alcohol ingested the night before. They did seem reluctant to be up at such an early hour, and I wondered at what time they had gone to bed.

Both of them kept shooting looks to Christian and I. Elliot looked like he was dying to ask his brother a long list of question, which I was sure would be left unanswered. I had been too drunk the night before to realise Christian had been out of character, giving up quite a bit of information, but looking back I realised he had barely shown the tip of the iceberg. He had teased his brother with a few details, lame in comparison to the other things he—we—had done, and he obviously had no plans to follow through.

I, on the other hand, was hoping to have a talk with Kate. She looked nearly as curious as Elliot, yet also contrite.

Once the table had been cleaned, everyone made their way to the living room. Kate made a point to stay behind, so I squeezed Christian's hand and gestured him to go ahead.

"I'm sorry about last night," said Kate, never one to beat around the bush when having to apologise. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. It got out of hand. I just…"

"We're okay," I reassured her with a smile. "Hopefully we can talk later?"

"Definitely." She beamed. "There's tons you need to tell me. I hope so I least," she added, fidgeting.

"There is. And not just about that. You were right," I whispered as if my secret was fragile and ought to be protected from the outside world. "He does love me. We said it to each other Friday night."

Kate shrieked joyfully and hugged me tightly. "I knew it! I'm so happy for you! Who would have thought? We're both in love, and with brothers!"

I chuckled and nodded before dragging her to the living room, where gifts were being given to Carrick.

Grace and Carrick asked us to accompany to mass, and we agreed. I personally believed in God as was Catholic, albeit I didn't go to mass often. Neither had my parents, at least during their adult lives.

I felt slightly out of place in the church, not only because I didn't go often, but also because it was much nicer than the ones I was used to. Nevertheless, I made good use of my time and thanked God for bringing me my man back in one piece, alive and healthy.

We returned to the Grey's for lunch. Before sitting down to eat, I stepped to the backyard to call my dad and wish him a happy Father's Day. He thanked me for the gift Amazon had delivered him the day before: a baseball cap that declared him the best dad in the world, and cargo pants he could use for fishing.

We drove back to Escala early in the afternoon, Christian and I intending to play some more before the weekend was over.

Kate was waiting for me when I arrived at our apartment on Sunday evening. Christian had work to do, so I had opted to drive back home. My female best friend had been doing some work on her computer in the kitchen table, clearly hoping to catch me when I arrived.

"Hi, Steele. Did you have fun?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

I blushed and nodded, thinking about the few hours Christian and I had spent in the playroom, playing with oils, vibrators, and a flogger. I was one lucky girl. My best friend, boyfriend and Dom were one and the same, and we had similar tastes in bed. Not to mention the fact that, despite what I had believed at first, we were compatible outside the playroom too.

We weren't compatible, and we knew it,

I had thought that day at his office in GEH.

Man, had I been wrong.

And for that, I thank my lucky stars.

"There's much we need to talk about," she claimed, lowering the top of her laptop and standing up.

She sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to her.

I reluctantly took a seat. For nine months, I had known about my submissive side in bed. In October, I had begun playing with some very interesting toys and forms of bondage. Sometimes, after a scene hadn't gone as well as I had hoped, or it had been even better than I had expected, I had wished I could talk with Kate.

Yet Kate had thought I was a virgin, and I couldn't even say the word sex without blushing. Plus, I had signed NDAs, and I wasn't sure just how much I could tell Kate about. I had actually discussed it with Christian that afternoon, mainly focusing on what he wasn't comfortable with me sharing—luckily, we had been in the same page in that regard—when I mention the Non-Disclosure Agreement in passing.

"Lovers don't need NDAs," he had claimed before turning it on fire. "I trust you won't share with Kate what I ask you not to."

So there I was, sitting next to Kate, willing to expose my love for toys, still undecided about the bondage bit, but completely unwilling to talk about being a Submissive.

"What would you like to know?" I asked, not knowing where to start.

"I guess I'd like a recap. A month ago, I thought you were a virgin, and now it turns out you've been having even more fun than me in bed!" complained Kate, and I recalled Christian's words about them being jealous. "Something tells me it's not a new development…"

"It's not," I admitted. "It all started after my birthday…" I blushed. "I had read about… about sex clubs," I managed to spill, albeit not being fully honest, "and curiosity got the best of me."

Kate gaped at me silently for several seconds.

"So when you talked about sex with no feelings attached and no dating, that's what you meant."

I swallowed hard.

"Yes. It was truly just sex with people who like the same things I do." I was blushing so hard I suspected my face would remain red for a week.

Kate nodded thoughtfully.

"But how did you know Christian was into it, too? I mean, was it a happy coincidence?"

I fidgeted before answering. "I'll tell you, but you can't share it with anyone. Not even Elliot. Christian and I are trusting you with it."

"You met him at the sex club," she concluded, and I nodded.

"Yes, about a month before I interviewed him. He obviously doesn't want the world to know, so he made sure I never saw his face—cue the blindfold—thus I didn't know what I was walking into in GEH. Imagine my surprise when I recognized his voice! And he made it clear he knew who I was."

"That's how you knew he wasn't gay! You'd had perverted sex with him before!" she exclaimed elated and surprised.

I snorted. If only she knew.

Suddenly, I bust out laughing.

"Can you imagine his face if I had asked him that?" I asked between guffaws. "Good thing you weren't there to ask, or he would have kicked you out of the building and forbidden you to print anything about the interview."

"He probably would have," she agreed. "So how come he asked you out? Did he want more than just sex?"

"Not exactly. The club we used to meet in was in Vancouver, and I had no plans to return there after we moved here to Seattle, so I told him our… agreement... would need to end. He wanted me to go to his apartment on the weekends instead, so we could... you know…"

"Have sex to your hearts' content?" suggested Kate.

"That," I agreed, blushing further. "I didn't know we'd be moving so close to his home, though, and even if I had, he was a virtual stranger. I mean, I trusted him as much as I could under that situation, but we had only done it in the club, and I felt safe there. We would be completely alone in his place. And I mean, all weekend long?

"But he convinced me to join him only for dinner, and then he talked me into giving him a chance. I realised he wasn't the bossy asshole I had originally thought, and he learned I wasn't the pushover he had assumed me to be, and we began to get along fantastically. I think he liked having someone other than Ros and his family telling him 'no.'"

"And next thing you know, you're not only friends with benefits anymore," concluded Kate. "Now tell me about Friday night!" she exclaimed, temporarily forgetting about the kinky sex. "Who said it first? What happened?"

I smiled dreamily before sharing my story. There hadn't been much to tell. Kate tried to scold me for telling him while he was presumably asleep, but she was too thrilled for me to sound truly reproachful.

"I told you so! I knew he loves you!"

"And I'm glad you were right, Kate. Last night I told him I can't picture my future without him in it, and I was more freaked out than he was," I confessed. "He said he was never going to let me go," I added, biting my lip.

"We may end up as sisters in law!" exclaimed Kate, hugging me.

"Who would have thought? Kate and Ana, in love!"

"The heart breaker and the cynic! In love with the Grey brothers!"

She let go of me, and I started to stand up, ready to flee.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you!" she complained, pulling me back to the couch. "So, you let guys use a vibrator in you? How does it feel like?" I moaned in embarrassment, resting my head against the back of the couch and hiding my face behind my forearm. "It gives me the jitters to only think about it!"

"The first time was weird," I admitted, thinking about my second time having sex in the club. "I could barely relax at the beginning, but it was fantastic after I let go," I continued, not planning on exposing my face anytime soon.

"Would you rather do this by email?" she joked.

"No, no. Ask away."

"What about the nipple clamps? They look painful."

I hesitated, knowing we were walking the line between kinky and BDSM.

"They can be," I agreed, "but lots of clamps are adjustable. You can regulate the pressure. I've heard it can also be painful when done wrong," I warned her, looking at her sideways, "but I've never actually been with an inexperienced guy, so I wouldn't know for sure."

I could see her nod.

"What about… anal sex?" she asked.

Was she…?

I removed my arm and looked at her.

"Are you blushing?" I asked incredulously.

She shrugged. "I'm curious about it, but it sounds so… dirty."

"I never thought I'd see the day Kate became uptight!"

"Oh, shut up!" she exclaimed, pushing me playfully. Then, she snorted. "All those years I believed you'd come to me for advice, yet here I am, asking you about taking it up the ass!"

My eyes widened. "If you call it that again, I'm leaving," I warned her.

"Sorry. Sorry. So, what is it like? I'm afraid it'd hurt."

Kate wouldn't survive a day as a Sub. Maybe Christian could gift Elliot a whip as revenge for his birthday gifts.

"It doesn't if done right. You need to be trained first, you know?" I began.

"No." She shook her head, impatient.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes as a habit. Then, I proceeded to talk about butt plugs of escalating sizes, all the time hoping Kate wasn't thinking about the fact I had gone through the training myself.

Hmm… butt plugs and a whip. I needed to talk with Christian.

She was thoughtful for a few moments before asking, "Whenever did you find the time to go to the club without me noticing?"

"Do you remember all that time I spent at the gym? Yeah…"

She snorted. "You did come back all sweaty. I had no reason to suspect."

"That was the point."

"So… Do you always use toys?"

"No. I mean, not with Christian. We always did while in Vancouver, but now... well, most of the time, honestly, but not every time."

"Who would have thought? It's always the quiet ones. Please tell me you didn't use anything when you fucked at his parent's house."

"Not exactly. Have you ever heard about Ben Wa balls?"

Naturally, confessing our love for each other turned my relationship with Christian for the better. He called me every night, not only to have phone sex but also to talk about our day or just chatter about anything and everything. We had dinner together at his place on Wednesday. I had taken a change of clothes with me so I could spend the night, and Thursday morning I went to the office as a very happy, satisfied girl.

On what had become our routine, I joined him at Escala Friday night, where I was wined, dined, and fucked. We spent the whole weekend by ourselves, no dramas or family dinners or clothes. I did get called by Mia Saturday morning after my weekly run with Christian. She screeched happily as she told me about her dinner with Ethan, and I was ecstatic she considered me enough of a friend to call me.

Then, after lunch, Christian gave me an empty bag pack and the keys to the playroom.

"I was hoping we could do something different today, Kitty. Go to the playroom, pick four or five toys and put them in the bag, and then put on the naughty schoolgirl outfit I'll leave for you on our bed."

Naughty schoolgirl? Perked up my inner goddess.

Our bed? Whispered dreamily my subconscious.

I managed to nod, lost in his dark grey eyes.

"When you're done, Headmaster Grey will be waiting for you in his office," he continued huskily, making my lady bits tingle. "And remember your safe words, Anastasia. You may ask me to stop as part of the game, but I won't unless you use a safe word, or I assume you are under real distress. Now hurry along, and remember bad girls get punished."

"Yes, Sir," I squeaked before rushing up the stairs.

Inside the playroom, I stopped for a second to think. My favourite toy, the spreader bar, wouldn't do, as it was too large for the bag. Soon enough I chose a pair of silver Ben Wa balls, a G-spot light blue vibrator, medium-sized anal beads, some lube, and the playful new nipple clamps Elliot had been kind enough to gift us, but we had yet to use. I realised I could still pick one more toy. After hesitating, I grabbed the labia spreader clamps I had tried out last weekend, thinking they could come in useful for this particular scene.

Once everything was in the bag, I went back downstairs. Christian was nowhere to be seen as I practically skipped towards his room. On top of his—our? —bed, I found a white shirt, a black mini-skirt, dark underwear and fishnet hold-ups. By the bed, there was a pair of sensible black high heels.

So bad girls get punished, huh? I got the silver balls out of their individual bag and warmed them up with my mouth as I got naked.

First, I put on the bra. It was made of a sheer burgundy mesh with a half pad, and it had a black intricate embroidery. As I put it on, I realised it did a poor job at hiding my nipples. Next, I put on the white shirt. I noticed it only had two buttons, one right below my boobs and the other in between them. With effort, I closed them, before tying up the lower half of the shirt above my stomach. I was unsurprised to notice my bra could be seen through the white material.

Once the balls inside my mouth were warm, I spread my legs slightly and pushed them in. It felt terribly weird to do it by myself, the motions not unlike the ones to put on a tampon. Next came the matching panties, all burgundy tulle with a few black embroidered motifs on the front and back. Afterwards, I put on the ridiculously short black pleated skirt. I could tell my ass was only partly covered. Finally, I put on the fishnet hold-ups, the top completely visible a few inches below the lower hem of my skirt. I finished the ensemble with the black shoes, picked up the bag, and strutted towards the home office.

Mr Grey, prepare to meet the naughty schoolgirl and resident brat, Ana Steele.

I knocked on his door.

"Come on in," he replied immediately, and I opened the door.

His breathing hitched when he saw me.

"Did you call for me, Headmaster?" I asked, smiling cheekily. It wasn't hard to act when I was dressed for the part.

"Yes, Anastasia. Please come and have a seat," he requested, gesturing at the chair in front of his large and sturdy cherry wooden desk.

I complied, moving my hips as I walked towards him. I dropped the bag next to the chair before sitting carefully, mindful of my mini skirt.

"It has come to my attention you have been selling… certain objects to your classmates."

"Me, Sir?" I asked innocently, playing with my hair.

"Yes, Anastasia. Our school has a very strict policy against conducting commercial transactions inside the premises. Not to mention the kind of objects you've been selling."

"I'm sorry, Mr Grey, but I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, shaking my head while looking at him with big, innocent eyes.

"Sex toys, Miss Steele. I'm aware you've been selling them to your fellow students."

I gasped exaggeratedly, placing one palm against my chest in fake distress. His eyes followed the movement, focusing on my sensual breasts.

"I would never!" I claimed. I was aware I was overacting, but it's not as if I was a trained actress.

"There's an easy way to prove your innocence," he reassured me, standing up and walking around the desk.

He stood up next to me with his arms crossed, relaxing his body against the sturdy wood. My eyes couldn't help but glance at his groin, and my inner goddess liked what she saw.

"How, Sir?"

"I've been told that you carry the toys with you in your bag pack. If you'd just allow me to have a look…"

He bent slightly to grab my bag, and once he had a hold on it, I reached out to clutch his wrist.

"It's unbecoming to snoop into a woman's bag," I reminded him, much like I had done a few weeks ago, my first weekend at his apartment.

He placed the bag carefully on my lap and took a step away from me.

"Then please empty the bag on top of my desk," he suggested, gesturing at the empty surface.

Seeing no escape, I hesitated before opening the bag and placing the vibrator on top of the desk. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged.

"There's nothing wrong with expressing one's sexuality," I justified blushing, and he smirked.

"Keep going." He gestured towards my lap.

Out came the nipple clamps, and his smirk widened. They were closely followed by the anal beads and lube. The pussy clamps left him pleasantly surprised, though. He was apparently glad I had grown fond of them.

"And what were you planning to do with these?"

"Sell it to my school mates," I confessed, looking at my shoes. "Some had made special requests."

"I see… I hope you understand I must punish you for this, Miss Steele."

"Yes, Mr Grey." I nodded, pouting.

He returned to his seat.

"I understand you've spent several hours this term in detention, yet you don't seem to have learnt your lesson. Now come here," he ordered, rolling back his chair.

I got up and hesitantly made my way to stand in front of him.

"Now, what should I do with you?" he asked to himself, his delicious finger caressing his lower lip.

My cunt throbbed.

He looked at me up and down before asking, "Have you ever been spanked, Anastasia?"

My eyes widened in fake fright and I took a step back. "No, Sir," I answered, shaking my head vehemently.

He grabbed my exposed hips, preventing my escape.

"Maybe it'll teach you a lesson, then."

"I'm afraid it'll hurt," I lied.

"It is supposed to be a punishment, my dear."

"We shouldn't be doing this; you're my headmaster," I answered, trying to take a step back. I didn't put much effort into it, so he had no problem holding me in place.

"I won't tell if you don't," he promised.

With practised ease, he had me lying across his lap. The sudden movement made by skit flip back, exposing my butt.

Before I had a chance to escape, he spanked me weakly four times. The balls danced deliciously inside me and I moaned.

"It's not so bad, now, is it?" he asked. "I believe you're enjoying it."

He rubbed his fingers against my panties, feeling the wetness.

I gasped scandalized, "Mr Grey!"

"There's nothing wrong with expressing one's sexuality," he threw my words back at me, "and I've seen the way you watch me, Kitty. You want me."

Without warning, he moved aside my panties and slid a finger inside me, coming into contact with the hidden toy.

"What have we got here?" he asked.

I fidgeted, and he spanked me with more force.

"Ben Wa balls, Sir," I confessed after gasping.

"Have you been wearing them all day long?"

"No, Mr Grey. I put them on after I was asked to come to your office," I confessed.

"I see."

He removed my panties. I gasped but could think of nothing to say before he resumed his punishment, this time spanking me for real.

Inside my head, I counted another ten smacks.

"You may stand up now."

I did so in a hurry. I reached down to grab my discarded panties, but he stopped me.

"I'm not done with you yet, Kitty," he explained, one hand around my wrist, while the other unknotted his tie. My eyes focused on his talented fingers. "Your punishment has only started."

"But Sir!" I whined.

"Hush now. I can tell you want me. Now, do as I say, and I may be lenient. Take off your attempt of a shirt."

I obeyed hesitatingly, untying the shirt and undoing the two lone buttons. He seemed to think I was taking too long, for he removed the garment himself, throwing it to the brown leather couch.

Then, he reached out to unclasp my bra. I took a step back and covered my breast with my hands.

"Nobody has seen me without a bra on, Sir," I explained.

He took a step closer to me. I felt like his prey.

"I am sure you are exquisite, Anastasia. Let yourself live your fantasy. How many times have you touched yourself while thinking about this?"

I blushed to my roots. He had no idea how right he was. Reluctantly, I lowered my arms, and he got rid of my bra.

Instead of getting started on my lower half, he picked me up and deposited me on top of the desk, my legs hanging on one side of the exquisite piece of furniture.

"Put your wrists together," he ordered.

My breathing sped up as he bonded my hands together with his silver tie.

"Stay put."

He walked back to his chair, now placed at my right, and opened one of the desk's drawers. He took out a few napkins and spread them out on his chair. Then, he placed the toys on top, except for the nipple clamps, which he brought back with him.

"Do you know what these are?"

"Nipple clamps, Sir," I answered after a few seconds of thinking.

"That is right, Kitty. Have you ever used them?"

"No, Sir."

"Good. You're in for a treat."

He played with my right nipple and I didn't bother to hold back a gasp, knowing eighteen-years-old me would have been unable to restrain any sound under his expert hands. The bite of the clamp startled me slightly.

"Ouch! It hurts!" I whined.

He looked at me worriedly. I smiled reassuringly at him and shook my head, indicating it was all part of the scene. My acting skills were poor at best, yet he had looked at me to make sure I was fine. It warmed my heart.

"That's the point of the punishment," he answered, before torturing my other nipple. "Lay down," he instructed, and I didn't bother to waver. "Keep your hands above your head."

He dragged the free chair from my left to between my legs and sat down. One by one, he removed my shoes and my hold-ups. Then, he worked down my skirt. I kept my legs closed tightly, acting bashful.

"No need to hide yourself from me," he commented, rubbing my things.

I relaxed and he pushed my legs apart.

From the still open drawer, he took two white cotton scarves. When he started to tie my right ankle to the desk's leg, I tensed up and fought him slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you stay still."

After he was done securing my legs, he reached out to remove the Ben Wa balls carefully.

He placed the wet toy on top of the napkins on his chair and took the vibrator. Wasting no time, he turned it on and started teasing my labia with it.

"Have you ever used one of these, Miss Steele?" he asked.

"Yes," I confessed with a moan, blushing.

"And have you ever allowed anyone to do this to you?"

"No," I lied, knowing what he wanted to hear.

"I'm flattered."

He pressed the toy against my lips, finding my clit easily. I didn't hold back any whimper or moan as he played with me.

"Fuck!" I uttered when he pushed the toy inside me, hitting my G-spot in no time at all.

"Such a dirty mouth. I may have to teach it a lesson later."

He slid the toy in and out of me as his free hand reached out to play with my clit.

"I'm close, Sir," I panted after a few minutes.

"You may come, Miss Steele," he answered huskily.

"Ah! Mr Grey!" I screamed out.

When I came back down to earth, he was holding the pussy clamps. Perfect.

"Oh no, Sir! Not those!" I exclaimed.

"So you do know what these are for," he concluded.

"Kind of. I got them as a special request from a classmate. Please, don't use them on me!"

"Why ever not, Kitty? They won't hurt that much."

I blushed and looked away from him.

"They'll allow you to see everything," I muttered.

There was no way I would have been comfortable with using those four months ago, let alone four years.

"That's the fun of it! Now relax."

He wrapped a stripe around my thigh and adjusted the first clamp towards the top of my labia.

"Ouch! Stop!"

Remembering I wasn't supposed to act all submissive, but as a barely experienced schoolgirl, I used my hands to push him away. My wrists were still bonded to one another, but not the furniture, so I could move them.

He looked at me, startled and worried.

"Green," I said to reassure him. It wasn't one of my safe words, but he understood the international traffic light language.

He stood up, took another two scarves, and walked around the desk to stand above my head.

"This is a punishment, and you will do as I say!" he scolded me, sounding dominant. I was sure my wetness was starting to drip towards the table. "Now give me your hands."

Somehow, he tied my wrists to both desk legs, securing my hands on the dead centre. When he was satisfied, he walked back to stand between my legs and finish what he had started.

I didn't fidget as my character would have, not wanting to risk getting harmed by the clamps. Christian was fast and efficient, his long fingers entrapping my eyes as he worked on my most intimate parts. The trust I had on this man was astounding, and he knew it and appreciated it.

"Exquisite," he murmured when he was done, staring at my open cunt. My blush was not an act. "Have you ever received oral sex?" he asked huskily.

"Only once," I lied. "It wasn't that great."

"Let me educate you, then."

He dove in to taste my pussy like a starving man. He licked, kissed or sucked every surface he could find. I moaned and moved my hips to encourage him, especially when his fingers joined the party.

"Oh! I'm almost there!" I exclaimed.

"Not yet, Kitty," he ordered, moving away and preventing me from reaching orgasm.

I whimpered. "Please, Sir. Please, let me come."

"Bad Kitties don't get to come, my dear. This is a punishment, remember?" he asked.

Carefully, he removed the pussy clamps, making me gasp as the blood flow returned. The leather stripes joined the pile of used toys before he grabbed the anal beads and lube.

"What about these? Do you know what these are?"

"I know they're called anal beads," I answered, suddenly remembering my talk with Kate, "but I don't really know how they work."

"It's pretty self-explanatory," he replied, not bothering to reassure the poor schoolgirl wetting his expensive desk.

After lubricating the toy, he guided it towards by buttocks and pushed the first bead in.

"What are you doing?" I screeched, tensing up my butt to stop him.

"Teaching you a lesson," he answered as if it was obvious. "Now relax, or this will hurt you."

I did as told, too turned on by the scene to have the patience to keep playing dumb. The feeling of the beads fulling me up was exquisite. Once they were entirely inside me, he took a step back to admire his job.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I guess. It feels really weird, though, Sir."

"You'll get used to it."

With his eyes on mine, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I didn't bother to hide my desire, shifting my glance towards his toned torso. Then, he took off his shirt and threw it aside. I was dripping.

He proceeded to remove his shoes, socks, slacks and underwear, unbashful under my stare.

"Like what you see, Miss Steele?" he asked, and I bit my lip and nodded.

"Answer me," he said, stepping between my spread legs, his impressive member pointing at my opening.

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you ever been fucked, Kitty?" His eyes bore on mine.

"No, Sir," I shook my head.

"Would you like me to be your first?" he asked, grabbing and rubbing his dick against my cunt.

"I… I don't know, Mr Grey. You're my Headmaster! This is inappropriate!"

He snorted. "You're one to talk about inappropriate, with your tiny uniform and the sex toys in your bag."

He placed his member against my entrance but didn't penetrate me.

"What will it be, Miss Steele? Sex with me, or detention for a month?"

I stared at him: his eyes, his naked toned chest and abs, that sinful V that lead to the promised land, and his engorged member itself, nestled between my glistening lips.

"I pick you," I whispered.

"Say it, Miss Steele. Ask me to do it."

"Take me, Sir. Please."

"Almost right," he answered, only his tip sliding inside me before he stopped.

"Fuck me," I breathed out, too far gone to care about my words.

He wasted no time to comply, his dick sliding in and out of me with ease as I moaned and exclaimed words of encouragement.

"Are you close, Kitty?" he asked eventually.

"Oh, yes, Sir. Please, please let me come!" I begged, needing it ever since his oral ministrations.

"Just a second," he answered, reaching around me to hold the beads.

"Now!" he exclaimed as he removed the toy, one bead at a time, making my orgasm last forever.

He didn't stop his fast, punishing thrusts, still needing to come himself.

"I need you to come again, Anastasia!" he commanded.

"I'm not there yet."

He reached down to play with my clit, caressing it. Another hand went for my breasts but didn't touch my clamped nipples. Only a few minutes later, I was close and begging for release.

"Come with me, Anastasia," he ordered, and he emptied himself inside me as I saw stars.

I was out of it when I felt a slight pain indicating he had removed the nipple clamps. I couldn't move as he untied me.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly after my lack of response.

"Hmmm… Never better. That was great," I answered with a sleepy smile, opening my eyes with effort.

"I'm glad you liked it, love. I think you need a nap."

I nodded.

It was just us in the apartment, so he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I was out of it before he had put me in bed.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Thanks Badass Bitch for letting me know about last chapter's typo!

Recommendation of the week: Words with Friends and Words with Strangers, by Nolebucgrl.