Chapter 12

This has been one exhausting day. Fuck this day!

It's Friday, and I plan to stay with Christina for the weekend like usual. I let myself in his penthouse. He already knows I 'll be here, and Taylor made sure I would be able to enter safely. Christian had a stressful few days as well and wanted to make sure I was going to be at his home this weekend. I've been staying over on the weekends for several months.

Ever since dinner at Christian's house and the altercation with Elaina, we've become closer. We don't talk about that night too much, but there has been a trust and comfort formed after that night. We have been there for each other when we need it the most. The sex has been glorious as well.

I greet Gail, as she is making dinner. It smells delicious. She is making steak, mash potatoes, roasted brussels sprouts, and macaroni cheese. I offer to help. Dear god, please say no. My feet are killing me. But Gail declines, and shush me away. I told her I will be downstairs.

I am glad she didn't accept my offer feeling so stressed. Then don't ask, Damn It! It would be nice if my inner voice didn't stress me out even more. You're right, I'm exhausted being a bitch.

I had a long day working with AMC. We are getting so many requests for expansions, I'm starting to feel overwhelmed. I'm having trouble wrapping my head with who would be best to manage a restaurant/movie theater. People who requested a franchise are either good at the restaurant part or the movie theater part, but not both. It's difficult to allow them to manage such a huge business. I had to even turn people down, and experienced altercations because of it. Can't ruin the company, so fuck 'em. Business is making the right economic decision despite people's feelings, and I must remind myself of that.

I head towards the pool room, wanting to relax in the water and enjoy the beauty of the evening. This is becoming my favorite room because of the floor to ceiling windows, the calming cool water, the perfect temperature and the view of Downtown Seattle. It is a way to enjoy a Seattle summer throughout the year. When I arrive, I realize I don't have a swimsuit. I should really leave one down here. I've been here enough times. I look through Christian's cabinets and drawers to see if he has any available, but he doesn't, only swim trunks.

I slip off my heels and decide to dip my toes instead, as I watch the Seattle skyline. While this is calming, this isn't enough. I want to jump in the water. I want to splash around and have some fun. I want to forget about my responsibilities for a little while. You only got one choice, skinny-dipping!

I have never skinny-dipped, but it's not like I should worry about people seeing me. I'm in Christian's home, and it's private. Why not? Being with Christian has allowed me the freedom to be the person I want to be.

I unbutton my blouse, remove my skirt, unpin my hair and take off my undergarments. I place my clothes in a lounge chair nearby. I grab one of the towels and place it near the pool. Lock the door! We're crazy, not stupid. Right. I run to lock the pool door, so no one can come in.

I am completely naked and feeling free. Instead of walking in the pool, I run and jump in. I make a big splash, and I feel like a kid again. I swim a few laps, loving the feel of the water on my naked body. I can't help but feel a little turned on. You are wet. I couldn't help myself.

I take a break, leaning against the pool edge to look out the window, watching the sun disappear. The pool lights slowly turn on, as the day becomes night. I'm feeling content, thinking about how lucky I am to be in this moment.

"Good Evening Ms. Steele." I quickly turn and see Christian is standing in his dark blue work suit, carefully watching me. I have no clue how long he's been in here, but long enough to be aroused.

" I didn't hear you come in. I should've checked the time. I had no clue how long I've been in here. I only wanted some privacy for a little while. "

"Is that why you locked the door?" I swim closer to him on to his side of the pool, and he kneels in front of me.

"I didn't want anyone to come in, considering…"

"You're naked." He remarks, pleased with the way I look. I nod. "You forgot one thing." He points to the corner. I look and am unsure what he is talking about. I wipe my face off and look closer. It's a camera. Ooooops.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed. I didn't know. Oh my god." I cover my face, completely ashamed. I forgot he has security cameras in about every room.

Christian removes my hands, and lifts my chin up, so I am looking at him closely. "Don't worry about it. Taylor was smart enough to turn off the camera the moment he realized what you were doing. But when he told me, I had good reason to get the hell out of work you naughty girl." I bite my lip with his remarks. I'm glad no one got see me naked. That's only for Christian.

I decide to be bold, and swim to the steps, where I carefully walk out. Christian stands, watching me on full display for him. "I could be naughtier if you want."

"What could a wet Anastasia do?"

"I have an idea." I kneel before him without losing eye contact. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and lower them so I can release his hard erection. "How was your day?" I ask. This is something we started doing, talking about our stressful day, while giving each other oral sex. It is a unique way to get out our frustrations.

"It was shit." He remarks, but moans, as I lightly wrap my fingers around the head of his shaft. With my other hand, I start tracing his length, touching him up and down with my fingers, feeling his hardness. I thought I would never like giving a blowjob, but with Christian, I feel like I get to explore him. I am amazed how hard he gets, despite having a soft exterior. It ends up turning me on.

"I lost a deal to an arrogant asshole." I tighten my fingers around his cock, and slowly jerk him. "He rather see his company fail, then admit he's wrong." I opened my mouth wide and let him fill it with his erection. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. "Fuck." Slowly, I push my head further until I feel him at the back of my throat. "I try to convince him to take the deal but failed." I go into a bobbing rhythm, taking him long and deep. "He kept asking for more money, and I wasn't going to give in." I continue to stroke the base making sure his entire manhood is taken care of.

"Elena is suing me, but you already knew this." I moan against his manhood, and decide to cup his balls, gently massaging them. I know he is furious about Elena, and I try to calm him down. He firmly grabs my head, to increase the motion. "She has a case for wrongfully terminating our contract with her salons, luckily her reason is not the best. The lawsuit could still work with the right judge." I swallow when the tip of his cock is near my throat just the way he likes it, and he groans in response. "I'm scared. I'm not going to lie, but I'll fight her. She won't ruin me. She won't ruin us." I slow down my thrust and swallow every time he hits the back of my throat. I can feel him losing control, as he tightens his hand in my hair.

"That's it. I'm going to come." I repeat my rhythm, stroking him with my mouth, swallowing, and groping his balls. What finally gets him is when I reach behind him and pinch his ass. It is enough for him to come. I swallow everything he gives me and look up at him in the process. When he's done, I release him, and put his underwear and pants back on, despite being wet.

"Thank you, Anastasia." He helps me stand up, despite being wobbly, and I hug him.

"No matter what happens, Elena will never win." I kiss him to make sure he knows I am telling the truth. "You feel better?"

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He lays me on a white cushioned lounge chair, stretching my legs so they rest on the armrests beside me. "Not yet, but I will be." He goes down on me, "How was your day?" He takes a long lick of my very wet pussy, providing me with an orgasm as I tell him about my day. That was the beginning of our very naughty night.

~oOo~

"We should discuss the sex contract."

I look up at him, surprise after finishing my dinner. I am in a robe and Christian is in his underwear as we drink white wine and enjoy the dinner Gail made us. Everyone left for the night, so it is only the two of us. "Really? Are you sure?" This is the first time he ever brought up the sex contract. I have been bringing it up almost every weekend. More like me, but I am glad we agree on something. Christian keeps pushing it aside, fighting the idea of me being his submissive and doing BDSM. I keep telling him it is not about me being his submissive but exploring the different sex activities he knows he wants to do with me.

"I'm sure. After recent events, I think it would be good for us to indulge in some kinky fuckery." I can't help but clench my thighs together, feeling aroused, thinking about all the wonderful things we could do together. I never had a sex life before Christian. Too afraid to enjoy sex after everything that happened when I was a teenager. Now I'm with Christian, I want to explore all kinds of crazy, sexy things. "But no BDSM. I don't want you to be my submissive."

I feel a little disappointed. "Isn't the whole point of having a contract is to review and negotiate the terms of the sex deal?"

"Yes, and one of my deal breakers is BDSM. You're better than that." I blush at the sentiment. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, but there are some aspects I want to do with him.

"Before you make a final decision, let us discuss what we want first."

"Fine. I suspect you already have a contract written up." I nod. "Then go ahead and get it. Let's look it over." I can't help but squeal and run to my bag. I grab the contract to bring it back to the dining room. "I hope you don't carry that wherever you go."

"No, of course not. Only on the weekends, when I know I'm going to see you." I slide him a copy.

He looks over the rather thick contract, placed in a binder. "Is this a sex contract or a book?" he jokes.

"It's a contract. Don't make fun of me. I wanted to make sure I was thorough." He nods and looks at me rather amused.

He starts reading. I try to make it specific and not be shy about things I wanted to do. If I am going to do these sex activities, I should be able to write them down. I see Christian reading the contract rather quickly. He clears his throat and shakes his head a couple of times. He even looks at me rather astonished, concerned and determined. I even saw him adjust himself. When he is finally done, he closes the contract, leans back in his chair, crosses his arms over his naked chest, and looks at me. I can feel my heart racing. Maybe he thinks I'm a freak. How the hell can we out freak the King of Freaky?

I can't stand the silence. "Well, what do you think?" I nervously ask. "If it is too much, you can tell me. Or maybe you don't want to do that stuff. Maybe you want to do other stuff. I'm up for almost anything."

"Come here." I get up and walk across the table on his side, so I'm standing next to him. He stands up to his full height and untie my robe. He takes it off of me and lay it on a chair. "You won't be needing this." I am completely naked in front of him once again. He bends down and throws me over his shoulder. I yelp, in glee and giggle, as he walks me over to the stairs. He smacks my ass and tells me, "Quiet." I silence my excitement, but I can't help but feel exhilarated by what is to come. We're going to the playroom! We're finally going into the playroom.

He walks to the locked door and enters in the code. He opens the door, turns on the light and closes the door. He sets me down on the bed covered in red silk sheets. He moves back and sits on the couch facing the bed. "Look around. If you so sure you want this, I want you to explore the room. Find something you want to use. Show me what you're willing to do."

I slowly get up, trying to gain the confidence to do what he says. We can do this, focus. What do you want to do first? I look around the room and see there are contraptions and sexual tools all around the room. Things I'm not sure how to use but look interesting. I avoid those, since Christian would have to teach me how to use them. I don't see belts, whips, or canes, but I'm pretty sure Christian got rid of them a while ago. I enjoy the silky sheets on the bed, so I think about what I can do here.

I go to a beautifully crafted wooden red dresser. I open the drawers to explore the different items that are in it. He has a lot of toys. I can't help but be aroused by so many sex toys for women. I'm not quite sure how he separated them, and I don't know what they all do, but I grab a few things.

I can tell Christian is watching me intently, and I try to hide my nerves. I expected our first time he would be in control. I'm not experienced at all in kinky sex. He probably thinks I only suggest those things in the contract to please him, but I really do want to do them. I want to do the things I never could before I met Christian. I trust him with my sex life. I know I must prove that to Christian first.

I place the toys and tools on the bed. I also lay some towels down because it might get messy. Christian has not stopped looking at me as I put everything together.

"I'm going to need your help with some of this stuff." He nods and approaches me like he wants to jump me right then and there. I can tell he has a raging hard on, but he's patient.

"Before I start, may I make a suggestion?" he offers.

"Please do."

He picks up one of the sex toys, "I don't think your pretty ass is ready for this." He puts it back in the dresser.

I blush, slightly embarrassed. "I didn't know."

"Don't be shy now. I like your ambition." I giggle and am glad he doesn't mind my innocence. "What would you like me to do Ms. Steele? I'm all yours."

I lay on the bed and spread my legs. "Could you strap my ankles and wrist to the bed please?" He does what I say, wrapping my ankles and wrist with the leather straps attached to the four-post bed. He quickly pulls my body down a little, to reach the ankle straps. I can't help but yelp, and he's pleased by my reaction. "Make sure the straps are tight." I request.

"Yes Ma'am." He adjusts the straps, so my arms are trapped, and my legs are spread wide open for him.

"Ok," I huff out a breath, feeling nervous, but Christian does not push me. "Could you please take the vibrator with the remote and stick it inside me." Christian does what I say, sliding the vibrating egg inside me. I am so aroused, he can fit it in easily. He holds the remote in his hand. "Go ahead and turn it on high." He does, and my body starts to vibrate. I can't help but wiggle and moan in pleasure. I try to stay focus, but I'm finding it difficult. What happened to my inner voice when I need her the most? I was gone the moment the vibrator turned on.

I can't concentrate, thinking about the pleasure too much. "Ana, what do you want me to do?" he asks, bringing me back to the original plan.

"I want you to shave my pussy." I whisper, trying to hold back my orgasm and embarrassment at the same time. I don't know where this idea came from. I keep my nether region short and clean. I only thought this would be hot, Christian doing something so personal, while trying to hold off an orgasm.

"Wait right here," he tells me, while winking.

He goes into the connected bathroom and turns on the sink for some reason. I'm trying so hard to hold off this orgasm, thinking about the most random unsexy things: sweat pants, burping, greasy food, toenails, Will Ferrell. Christian finally comes back. Thank god' I don't think my list was helping me.

He brought with him a washcloth, exfoliate, moisturizer and a small bucket of water. He was better prepared than I was. All I pulled out was a razor, a couple of towels and shaving cream. He places everything beside him. He puts a silk pillow under me to lift me up in position and lays a towel under my legs. He kneels before me, looking at me like he is about to conduct surgery.

He soaks the washcloth in the bucket and wring the extra water out. He rubs my pussy with the warm washcloth, and I moan in pleasure as he moves the vibrator inside of me. He chuckles in the process but continues his work. He shakes the shaving cream can, and spray some on his hand. He rubs his two hands together and rubs the cream on my pussy with both hands. He makes sure I am completely covered. He wipes his hand off using the extra towels.

Christian bends down, so he is face to face with my vagina, takes the razor, and begins to shave. The vibration and Christian being so close to me increase the intensity of the experience. I start to shake. "Don't move sweetheart." I don't shake, now holding my orgasm and body still. He takes his time, shaving me slowly and gently. He moves the razor up my lips to my pelvis. Every time he is done with a section, he rubs that area clear, moving the vibrator.

I moan in ecstasy, happy that I am strapped to the bed because I'm holding onto the straps for dear life. "I'm almost done sweetheart." He blows on the shaven skin and checks the area with his fingers. I nearly come right then. He even reaches behind to my ass, circling my little hole with his finger. I gasp in surprise. "Next time," he promises.

He exfoliates the area, using a sugar scrub. Every time he rubs the exfoliate, I'm ready to burst, feeling the vibrator stirring with his hand motions. He rinses the area, pats dry with a towel, and moisturizes my pussy.

I can't take it anymore, "Christian!"

"Come for me Ana," he demands, as his fingers move fast over the hard bud of my clit. I shudder and cry out with pleasure. I bite my lip to keep from crying as I come. My thighs were so taut, I started to tremble. My body quivers with my climax, as I finally came. I could feel my arousal soaking beneath me. I never climaxed that hard with a vibrator.

Christian cleaned up afterwards, removing the vibrator. I couldn't talk as my breathing returned to normal and my heart returned to a normal pace. My thighs finally relaxed, even if I was still stretched out for him. Everything was smooth, swollen, and slick.

"Now, it's your turn." I breathlessly tell him. He has a pleased looked, wondering what I have in store. "Go ahead and grab the shock therapy massager." I have seen this used to release tension in people's backs. There are pads to place on different parts of your body, and they send electric vibrations to the different areas. They tense and relax your body with each shock. There are different levels, and I am not sure which one to use.

"Can you please place the four massaging pads on my pussy?" Christian nods his head, impressed. I wonder if he ever done this before. He carefully places the pads on my newly shaven womanhood. They won't all fit, so he places two on my inner thighs. Smart. "Okay… I want you to fuck me while the massager is on." Christian literally growls. His erection is starting to look painful, ready to burst out of his boxers.

He moves briskly, removing his boxers, and kneeling between my thighs. He shifts forward, and press his substantial manhood into my flesh. He turns the machine on and press forward all the way in me. "Ohhhh!" I cried feeling myself stretch and an electrical vibration send straight to my pussy at the same time. It was an intense pressure, and I could barely stand it. "Oh Christian!" feeling him buried all the way inside of me with the shocks sends a vibration inside me to his cock. He is groaning in pain and pleasure like me. We're both panting in effort to control what we're feeling now. "Christian, please!" I beg, not sure for what though.

"Fuck." Christian gasp, and it's like he comes to his senses. He reaches for the massager, and turns it down, so it is more of a vibration instead of a strong shock. I still grasp his cock, the fullness was so incredible, I could die.

Christian leans over me and starts touching my clit. "Yes!" He begins to move between my legs. He makes circles with his hips as he rubs me. "feels good," I whisper, but Christian looks too focused to respond. I feel the vibration spreading through my pelvis and belly, while feeling him moving slowly in and out of me.

I look down and see where we were connecting and was memorized to see we were both vibrating. I drop my head back, not able to comprehend what's happening. He moves faster and deeper, much more in rhythm with the electric vibrations. "So tight. So good." I groan, and he pumps harder. Him rubbing my clit, fucking me, and feeling the vibrations is taking me to a place I could never imagine. He pounds me against the bed, grunting and moaning with every deep thrust. I respond to his power and am ready to let go. I close my eyes as we are taken over the edge. My pussy clenches around him hard as I climax, and I never felt anything better. He moans in ecstasy, thrusting a couple of times before he releases inside of me.

He collapses on top of me completely exhausted by the intense sex we experienced. It's a little uncomfortable with the position I'm in and the machine still sending vibrations to my pelvis. "Christian," I gasp out.

"Shit," he moans out, as he turns off the machine, and slips out of me turning on his back next to me. "Shit," he utters again, rubbing his face, shocked at what we just did. I'm the same.

When he comes to his senses, he gets up to unbuckle my ankle and wrist straps. I can't move, feeling completely out of it. He removes the massage pads and picks me up bridal style. I wrap myself around him, as he carries me to his bedroom. He lays me down on the cushy bed. I wouldn't mind staying in the playroom, but the sheets were wet and sticky. He briefly leaves me, but returns with a warm wash cloth, cleaning me up. I have yet to move during the after care, too drained to do anything.

When he's done, he takes the sheets and comforter and covers me. He lays next to me, cuddling me, massaging my wrist and kissing them. "Well?" I ask. "Will you sign the contract?"

He looks at me disbelievingly. "Sweetheart, I will sign my fucking life away if we keep having sex like that."