Chapter 14

"Ana, Ana, what is it like moving in with the richest man in the world?"

"Fun," I respond to the annoying paparazzi, trying to remain polite. It is the night before Christmas Eve, and I'm moving to Christian's home in Escala.

I've been on a crazy ride since the Nightly News report aired. Paparazzi have been following Christian and I non-stop. They are attempting to get the perfect or worst picture of us together. I've been struggling with the attention.

The news of our relationship makes it much more difficult to get around. I do not understand why we are considered famous, but there is an interest in our private lives and relationship. We received several requests for interviews. We are becoming royalty in the business world with our increasing success. We have rags to riches type story, at least that's what Times magazine wrote on the front cover. It makes us both afraid how far the media will dig into our past, now they are so interested in us.

Luckily, we have solid security around us. I have my personal bodyguard, specifically Sawyer, when I go out in public. My workplace is secure because GEH is considered private property. I do feel safe.

But the paparazzi like to hang out outside of Christian's penthouse and my condo though. So now we are moving in together. Christian says it is to better protect me, but I also think he is happy we will be living together. I know I am.

I'm checking with the movers, making sure they have everything I need. The paparazzi are following my every move. There are only a handful of them, and luckily security, particularly Sawyer, are making sure there is a distance between me and them. Sawyer is my main security guard, but there are a few more security added on days like these. I try to ignore the paparazzi for the most part.

I go back up to my condo, making sure everything that is necessary is packed. I am making this my private office now, where I can cook dishes, have private meetings, and have business partners stay here if necessary. It was Christian's idea, which I was surprised he would want me to keep it, considering I could do everything at our offices in GEH. But he told me it is good to still have my own space to create and cook meals, which I do not have at GEH. My furniture is staying, but I want to make sure my personal belongings are no longer here.

"I'm ready Sawyer. I want to change really quick." He nods and forces the movers to leave the condo. Hopefully, this will buy us some time.

I do not plan to head back to Escala. I'm going back to GEH. I have a few things to look over before Christmas. I already sent my employees away for the day, giving them Christmas Eve off, but we received several requests for AMCs franchises across the country. Some seem reliable, but most seem like people wanting to get into something while it's hot, not capable to manage an AMC.

I never thought we were going to get so many requests all at once. I'm developing a plan on how we should filter these requests. This is how I envisioned AMC expanding, with people wanting to setup their own business that reflects their community, but still, meet the standards of all AMCs.

I was also offered a television show. Apparently, I'm good on camera.

Christian and Karen Walker joined me for a meeting with the Food Network. Some program executives thought I did very well with my Nightly News segment, especially with the cooking segment. I apparently connected with the audience. They thought I would be great having my own cooking show. We can film it locally, incorporating AMC Seattle into the show. The title of the show would be 'Dinner and a Movie.' I would cook dishes based on upcoming movie releases. We would get sponsorship from the studios for advertisement and make dishes that would be considered easy to prepare for a movie night with family, friends or a significant other. It is what I partially do for AMC, so it makes sense. By the end of the meeting, I was laughing at how ridiculous the notion it would be to have my own show, but Christian and Rachel wanted me to take the offer seriously, considering it would be a great idea.

"It would be an easy promotion for AMC." Rachel explained, after our meeting with Food Network Executives.

"It would increase your notary in the business world. We can make bigger deals, having food companies sponsor their products. Companies like doing business with someone who is nationally known." Christian added.

"I would get to do what I love the most, cook." I thought out loud.

"Let me look into the contract Food Network is willing to offer and see if it is even worth it. I can take charge of this. You won't have to think about it too much." Rachel offered.

"That would be great Ms. Walker." Christian acknowledged.

"Thank you, Rachel."

Now Rachel is negotiating my terms, using local food, cooking my own recipes, being able to choose who is on the show, stuff like that. Who knows, maybe at the beginning of next year, I will have my own show. My little girl is all grown up.

I finish changing, wearing a purple cap sleeve dress that reaches my knees. It is a tight dress, hugging my curves, showing off some cleavage, and is very inappropriate for business. I cover myself with a long rain coat to provide some modesty.

Christian also must work late. He wants to be made available for the holidays as much as possible. I plan to make him a lovely Christmas Eve dinner, in sexy lingerie; an early Christmas present for him. Then on Christmas, we will be meeting up with our family, I mean Christian's family at the Grey's house for dinner. I plan to help cook again, so we will be meeting up early. For tonight, we are planning to meet at his office to have dinner. We are going to go back to work for a while, then go home, our home. Sounds like music to my ears Steele.

Sawyer and I head to the back entrance of the condo, hoping the paparazzi won't see us. He already has his Audi SUV waiting. I still haven't purchased a new car, but it seems unnecessary. Even though my other car was repaired, Christian didn't want anyone to know that was my car, in case I am targeted again. So, we donated the car to the Coping Together fund, which they then gave it away to a lucky family.

I have been working more with Coping Together. I sometimes think they could've helped me when I was younger. Instead of waiting for someone to rescue me, I could of ran to them and they would have helped me rebuild my life, like they have with so many other people. I have become an official caterer for Coping Together, volunteering my food services to any events or meetings they have. I might not have the fanciest food, but as Grace says, "You have everyone's favorite." It is a good way to train sous chefs, and it is the least that I can do.

Speaking of sous chefs, Mia Grey will be promoted by the end of March in the new year as acting chef of AMC Seattle. It seems like my head chef, Jacob, was not looking for a new job, but getting ready to open his own restaurant in Seattle. He has found a place and will be leaving us in March. I am disappointed he is leaving, but I hope he does well, since it is his dream to open his own restaurant.

I was going to replace his hours temporarily, but I do not have the time. So, I am going to promote Mia, and Jacob will train her for those 3 months. This is going to anger some of my other sous chefs, but she is the most responsible and willing to learn and stay on for the long term. It will be interesting to see if they quit or not, but I do not care. She is the best person for the job. She will be given 6 months to prove herself, and if she does well, I will give her a contract.

My phone vibrating has distracted me from my thoughts, while driving to work, and of course, it is my mother. Again. I try to limit my contact with her as much as possible. I didn't even answer the phone when she called me after the news report. She rarely ever calls me, and I think she is starting to call more, considering Christian and I are wealthy. She is single and works a minimum wage job as a waitress at a bar in Los Angeles, California, according to Welch.

Of course, Christian helped me find out what my mother's intention might really be. I was going to disconnect from her completely, but I decided if I help her a little bit, hopefully, she won't bother us anymore. I plan to give her money every year, I do not know how yet. I will first answer my phone, hopefully, so she won't call me during the holidays.

"Merry Christmas Mom," I utter in my best cheery voice.

"Ana, it is about time you talk to me. How many times do I have to call you?" She complains.

"I've been busy. I have a lot to do before Christmas." Maybe that's what I will do, send her money during the holidays and birthdays every year and get her off my back. It may only encourage her more. "I emailed and text you. How are you doing?"

"I got them, but they seem so, I don't know, impersonal. I was hoping you would invite me, your mother, to Seattle for the holidays."

"I'm going to be so busy, I will barely have any time."

"I tried to talk to your boyfriend, but his stupid secretary wouldn't connect me." Great! She's trying to get to Christian. He doesn't need a reason to break up with you.

"He is even busier than me. I don't think it would be a good time for you to come here." Hopefully never will be a good time. Ugh!

"I get it, you are embarrassed of me, aren't you Annie?" I can hear her crocodile tears now. Sawyer has pulled into my parking spot at GEH, and got out, closing the driver's door giving me some privacy.

"Well, it's just-"

"You are embarrassed of me. Annie! I am your mother! I have every right to meet your soon to be husband. I will not make embarrass you. I know how important this is for us." Us? What the fuck? Unless she means me and you, there is no her in this us.

"Mother, it is just...with everything that happened when I was younger-"

"Annie, you have to stop exaggerating. Nothing happened." Fuck the money. Cut her off!

"Then why can't I have children? Did I just make that up?" Stephen Morton, her boyfriend, raped me at such a young age, it is now dangerous for me to birth children. I could die giving birth.

"Annie, these things happened, but now look at you. You are a beautiful, successful woman, who has a great man. Don't let the past bring you down." Then for once admit it happened. That your daughter was raped by your boyfriend!

"I have to go." I sighed, suddenly not feeling so good.

"I should go too. My flight gets in Seattle on Christmas morning at 8am. It is the best I can do on such a short notice."

"Wait, what?"

"You did not think I was going to miss Christmas with you?" You have, for several years now. I am speechless. "Annie? Don't worry, I will fly back in a few days. I could not get paid leave, considering the late notice." I don't know what to do, except concede.

"Email me your flight information, and I'll make sure you get picked up."

"Fantastic, I will see you Christmas morning!" she cheerily says.

"Bye Mother."

"Goodbye Annie, love you very much." I hang up. Suddenly it hits me. My mother is going to meet the Greys.

"FUCK!" I yell, shaking the car seat in front of me. Sawyer suddenly turns around, witnessing my outrage. I'm trying to calm down, but I'm struggling. Sawyer opens my door, letting me out. Even though I am at GEH, I immediately call my confidant as I head to the elevator.

"Christian, I have a problem."

"What is it sweetheart?" Christian responds, concerned.

"My mother is coming for Christmas."

"Ok… and there is no way we can reroute her flight to Mexico?" Christian jokes.

"Please, Christian, what are we going to do?" I ask, as we enter in the express elevator.

"Meet me in my office. We will figure it out."

"I'm heading there now. I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart." We hang up. I still feel uneasy, but a little better knowing Christian and I will figure this out together.

~oOo~

After my quick discussion with Christian, I return to my office.

"Well Hello, hottie!" Kate responds, checking out my outfit, as I take off my coat. Kate looks to have gotten another cup of coffee, heading back into her office.

"Well Hello, hottie to you too."

"Oh me, in this old thing, I just threw it on." She says, looking relaxed in a classic Christmas sweater and skinny jeans. She still looks hot.

We are the only one's here. Our office is setup with private cubicles in the middle, and offices on the outside. We also have a secretary counter to greet guest at the entrance, conference rooms for meetings, and a large modern break room, with an attached full kitchen. The whole area is stylish, with bright colors, an artwork of the Seattle landscape, classic movie posters and pictures of the different AMCs. It is a very comfortable office, perfect for us considering we have smaller offices located all around the country where I have people cook and train. We do not need a large office building, and it is close to Christian, which I like the most.

"I thought you would be gone by now." I wondered as I head into our break room for a cup of coffee as well. She follows me.

"I've been trying to wrap my head around creating a national marketing plan that will relate to local communities. Going on the internet will be easy. We should do sponsorships from businesses within the area. I think we should consider national ads too. Maybe not television ads; that can be a ridiculous expense. But it would be a good idea to start sponsoring charities and fundraising events to get our name out in smaller locations."

"That would be awesome." I say taking a sip of my coffee with cream, three sugars of course. "But do you think it's too soon? We are not really national yet." I say as I walk out to the main offices."

"It is never too soon to advertise our company."

"I will let you make that decision; keep me filled in. In the meantime, stop working on this and go home. You will have more time to worry about all this after the holidays."

"And how many requests are you going to look over tonight, Ms. Steele?"

"True, but I don't want you to stay too late. You have Christmas Eve with your parents then with the Greys. I want you to relax."

"Ugh! Don't remind me. Dinner with my family, not the Grey's of course. I can't believe El actually wants to go."

Kate has confided to El what is like to be Katherine Kavanagh. He has a better understanding now what her parents are like. He still wants to give it a try, charming his way into their good graces. If it doesn't work, he won't try as hard anymore.

What Kate doesn't know is I helped El pick out an engagement ring for her. He wants to ask her on New Year's Eve, but he feels like he must ask her father first, which he plans on asking Christmas Eve. I told him to not worry about his answer, especially since Mr. Kavanagh will most likely tell him no. He assured me, he will ask her no matter what he says. He thinks it is the right thing to do.

I am so excited for Kate. She continues, "Besides, I want to get a jump on things before the New Year. Next year, we are going to have to move fast, but it will be a great year. I have a good feeling about it."

"It sure will." Considering she is going to be Mrs. Grey by the end of the year. Kate has always wanted a Christmas winter wedding, so I know she will get married then.

"Anyways, what about you Ms. Steele? Why don't you go home and relax." We are sitting in my office now, getting comfortable on my sofa.

"I finished moving, and I wanted to catch up on some of those requests you just mentioned. I was going to be here earlier, but I left Christian's office-"

"In that outfit?"

"I still had my coat on." We laugh. No way he would keep his hands off me if he saw me in this sexy dress. "We had to discuss something really quickly. My mother is going to be in Seattle on Christmas."

"What?! Did she just invite herself?"

"Yep."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to see if Grace will have enough room for her. If she doesn't, then Christian and I will have brunch with her, and then leave her at a very expensive suite at the hotel Christian got for her. We will then spend more time with her Saturday. I will take her out shopping and sightseeing, and Christian made a reservation at that Bistro we love in downtown Seattle. Afterwards, we will drop her off at her hotel, and she will leave the next day."

"You know Grace will make room." Kate cautioned. Grace would have the homeless over if we asked. "What will you do then?"

"She will then come to dinner...with us…at the Greys…. where they will all meet."

"If we didn't already have normal Sunday dinners at the Greys, I would think it was impossible for us to not have some drama."

"I'm just glad the grandparents are seeing their other children during the holidays. The only family dinner they experienced with me was terrible."

"I think you are over exaggerating. It could've been worst." Kate jokes. "Plus, you are luckily going to meet them later."

Christian has become more family oriented lately, visiting his Grandmother in Vancouver when he has business trips in the area, and having his other grandparents visit from Michigan in the spring to go out on his boat. He wants to see them more, as they grow older. 'You never know when I won't have them around.' He would tell me.

"True. I really don't want them to think I'm a troublemaker." Kate bust out laughing, almost squirting coffee out of her noise. "It is not funny!"

"Anastasia Steele, the bad girl. Grab your son's mothers, you don't want the bad girl in town ruining them." She laughs even harder. I can't help but laugh at the idea too. Bad girl, no. Little girl, yes. "Ok, I am going to stop, before I pee my pants. I will let you call Grace, and hope to god she has room for Carla. I love the entertainment these Grey family dinners provide." I groan at her enthusiasm. I want a normal family dinner, like we usually have on Sunday, but I doubt that is going to happen.

"Thanks for your support friend!" I yell, as Kate leaves. I use my office phone to call Grace. Considering the time, Grace will probably still be at the hospital. She works late during the holidays, knowing more incidents happen during that time. She wants to help every child she can, so they can have a healthy Christmas. She is such an amazing woman, someone I hope to be like.

I end up calling her office, getting her office assistant. "Hello, May I speak to Dr. Grace Grey. Tell her it is Ana Steele calling."

"One moment, please." I wait a few minutes, starting up my computer, and begin organizing my files I want to go through tonight.

"Hello, Ana."

"Hello, Grace." I cheerfully respond back to her.

"How are you dear?"

"Not very good actually."

"Oh. What's wrong?"

"I found out my mother is visiting me on Christmas."

"Oh, how wonderful."

"Not so wonderful."

"Oh?"

"She is coming last minute, and you probably don't have enough food to add another person."

"We have plenty of food sweetheart. I will make sure a table setting is set for her." Of course. If only Grace could be a bitch just this once.

"There is something else."

"Oh? What else? I could make sure she has a Christmas gift, if that is what you are worried about." Carla doesn't deserve Grace's love. Sometimes I think I don't either.

"My mother and I do not have the best relationship."

"Oh? Tell me dear, why not?"

"When I was…raped, she didn't believe me."

"Oh dear. Oh Ana, I'm sorry. Tell her I do not have any room. Tell her I do not make last minute changes." Maybe Grace can be a bitch. I giggle at her change of heart.

"I would normally take up your offer, but maybe if she sees how a family really is, she will have a change of heart."

"What do you want from her Ana, and I mean really want from her? Something that is feasible." I think about her question for a minute. I never thought about it, but I do have an answer.

"I want her to believe that I was rape; that it wasn't just something I made up for attention. I want her to recognize what happened for once, instead of dismissing it."

"You may not get that from her, most likely not on Christmas."

"True…but maybe, if she sees how I am with you… she will see something needs to change in our relationship."

"Whatever you need dear." Grace and I talk a little bit longer on if we have everything for dinner. We hang up an hour later. I begin to work on these AMC requests, but I still can't get off my mind Grace's question. What do I want from the mother? The least she can do is believe me, now that we have time to think things over. It is the least she can do, but I doubt she will ever change.

~oOo~

I save my work and head to Christian's office for dinner. He already has dinner setup, so I need to bring my sweet little ass over to his office, as he requested of me. I decide to leave my coat in my office.

I knock on his door, letting myself know I'm here. He tells me to come in. I walk into his office and am in awe of the night time view. Christian only has the light over his desk and a conference table, where our food is set up. So, the rest of the room is lit up by the lights of Downtown Seattle. It is magical.

The only thing Christian is looking at is me. "That is a dangerous dress sweetheart. I thought we promised we were going to work a couple of hours after dinner."

"We are. I promise. I wanted to encourage you to work faster." I seductively explain.

"That dress will encourage me to do other things." He growls, as he hugs me tightly. He presses my entire body onto his, as he kisses me passionately in the middle of his office. I pull away though.

"I'm hungry." I'm hoping my stomach doesn't growl, since I haven't eaten too much today.

"I'm hungry too." He growls, suggesting of a different hunger as he presses his hard cock against my stomach. I really want to satisfy him, but the loud grumble from my stomach proves how hungry I am. Christian pulls away looking at me worried. "Sweetheart, you really are hungry. Let me feed you." He takes my hand and walks me to the table, pulling out my chair and letting me sit first like a gentleman. We are having chicken scampi in a delicious garlic sauce, with finely cut onion, peppers, and spinach. I can't help but dig in immediately. "I'm glad I got a dessert."

I cover my mouth in embarrassment, finishing my large bite. "I'm sorry, the last time I ate, was breakfast, which was an apple."

"Ana. I want you to eat. It is important for you to eat 3 meals a day."

"I know, I just got so busy with work and moving and my mother. I didn't have time to eat."

"You are going to get busy with the media success of AMC. I want you to make sure you take care of yourself. Good thing you're moving in with me. I am going to make sure you eat Breakfast every morning, and I will have Gail make you lunch as well." I smile at Christian wanting to take care of me. "You should also work out?" What the hell?!

"Excuse me?" I asked confused. Have I gained weight? I know I have gained weight, considering all the rich food I eat now, but am a fat? I don't think so. You finally have tits and ass. How can he want you to get rid of them?!

"I don't want you to lose weight. I love your body." He rubs my inner thigh to emphasize his point. I blush with his action. "You should workout to relax. I usually run in the mornings." He does get up at an ungodly hour to run with Taylor. I couldn't do that. "Maybe you can do yoga. I can have one of the rooms turn into a yoga studio for you."

"I would like that." You should get flexible. It would make the love making even more interesting. "I would also like to learn kick boxing."

"Really?"

"I think I should know how to defend myself."

"You shouldn't have to." He grumbles. I always wanted to learn how to defend myself, but I never really had the chance. Dad taught me how to shoot a gun, but I never wanted to invest in a weapon. I can be clumsy, and I don't want to accidentally hurt someone. I would never forgive myself.

"I want to learn though. Plus, it is a good workout."

"I was thinking riding me was the best workout." He jokes, moving his hand further up my thigh.

"You said I should work out. I'm just taking your suggestion." I kiss his sad face, knowing his words are biting him in the ass already.

"You can work with Claude, my personal trainer. He teaches Kickboxing classes."

"I want to start Monday evening, if that is ok." He looks surprised. "An early New Year's Resolution."

"Ok, whatever you want. I will call him tomorrow, setup a time for you to meet. Is there a reason you want to start so quickly, besides New Year's resolution?"

"Well…" I place my fork down and remove my napkin from my lap, getting ready to melt down, in 5, 4, 3, 2, … "I'm freaking the fuck out! I'm looking at all these AMC requests, and I do not know who I should say yes or no too! Some are the sweetest, most genuine requests I have ever heard, but looking into their current business experience or financials, they look like they can't even manage a lemonade stand!"

"Ana."

"Then, there're the handful of requests who would be great at managing an AMC. The only problem is they talk about how they can make my company better and how they want all these ridiculous changes, and how they want more money upfront! How cocky can people be?!" I shake my head in frustration.

"Ana."

"I even had a few tries to seduce me with pictures of their penis."

"Ana!"

"Then! There are the handful of people who I thought they wanted an AMC, but really wrote to me to complain about how an AMC would ruin their town and their local theater. They don't want my 'corporation' in their town. They took time out of their lives to disrespect me."

"Ana!"

"Then there is my mother! I can't believe she invites herself to my family dinner! Well your family dinner. She has no right! This was supposed to be a great night for us with your family! She doesn't even understand what that means!"

"Anastasia!"

"What!"

"Go to the sofa and get on your knees on the floor now!"

"What?"

"Do what I say." He sternly states. I don't know what he is doing, but his voice is so commanding that I do what he says, even though I'm grumbling. He sounds like Dom Christian.

I walk over to the couch and get on my knees. "Take off your heels and place them next to the sofa." I take off my shoes and place them on my left side.

"Take off your dress and place it on the chair." I am shocked at what he is asking. We are in his office. There are cameras. People are still working in his office, and they could come in. I do it anyways. I slip off my dress, never standing or leaving the floor. I want to make sure I am following orders, and he never told me I could stand. I place my dress on the chair.

"Give me your bra and panties." I unclip my black lace bra, freeing my breast. I am looking down, realizing how erect my nipples are. Are you turned on? I give him my bra. I slide my panties off my legs, never leaving the floor. I realize they are soaked, and embarrassingly give them to him. You are turned on! I am completely naked on Christian's office floor, dripping wet. I clench my thighs, afraid I will ruin his carpet.

I do not completely understand what is happening right now, but I don't care. I am going to listen to what Christian tells me to do. Trust him completely.

Christian grabs my dress and places them behind his desk. I am sitting on my feet, waiting for his next order. I'm unsure what he has planned. I see him grab my plate of food. I also notice he has taken off his tie, coat, shoes and socks.

"First, I am going to feed you. You will not talk. You will not refuse a bite. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." He smiles at my response. Oh, this is Dom Christian. I should've known, considering how commanding he is now. I gladly submit, but once we are done, I remember I must go back to work. He places a bite of food on my fork and feeds me. It is a perfect bite of chicken, pasta, sauce, and vegetables. I chew slowly, enjoying the flavors in my mouth. He continues to feed me, wiping my mouth of the sauce by licking it off me. I finish my plate with him feeding me the whole time. He removes my plate, putting it back on his conference room table.

He walks back to me and demands me to stand. So, I do. "I want you to lay here on my couch until I am ready to leave."

"Christian, I have to get back-"

"Ana/"

"I'm serious! I must get back to work. I can't just lay here in your-"

(SMACK)

Christian just smacked your ass. Holly shit! "That is one." I can't believe he just spanked me. He reaches between my folds, feeling how aroused I am. I practically coat his fingers. He licks his fingers in appreciation. "It seems you are aroused by your punishment. I will have to properly punish you."

"Punish me? For what?"

"For not letting me take care of you. I normally do not ask my…submissives, but considering we are not officially in a scene, I feel the need to ask you. Do you accept your punishment?" Accept! Accept! Please Accept!

"Yes." I say, breathlessly.

He sits on the couch, grabs my waist, and positioned me over his lap. "I have been wanting to do this for a long time." He says as he caresses my ass, rubbing my folds. "Consider your punishment give me pleasure, I will slap your ass 9 times, for a total of 10. I want you to count. Do you understand Ana?"

"Yes, sir." He growls at my response.

"Starting now."

(SMACK)

"2!"

(SMACK)

"3!"

(SMACK)

"4!" Christian continues to spank me, until we have a total of 10. I find his smacks hard, as he alters between cheeks and right in the middle. The sting sends shivers down my body. I squirm, wanting to find some type of friction. I'm so turned on, I can't stand it.

"Will you lay on the couch for the rest of the evening?" Wait, what? Of course. We'll do whatever he wants. Just let us orgasm, please.

"Yes, sir."

"Will you let me help you take of the AMC requests." Oh, that's what he is talking about. Sure, whatever. I forgot about that.

"Yes, sir." I say wiggling my ass. I am dripping at this point, probably ruining his pants.

"Does my Ana need something?" He knows what I need, but he wants me to spell it out. I don't care at this point. I will paint it on the walls of his office 'Make me come!'

"Please sir, make me come."

"Do you think you deserve it?" Oh, that is a tough question. I wasn't listening to Christian earlier, but I wanted so badly to orgasm right now. Let him deicide.

"If you think I deserve to come sir."

"How about you show me how much you want to come to Ana, but you are not allowed to touch yourself?" He places me on the floor, and looks at me, waiting to see what I will do.

Great! This is one of the most awkward challenges I have ever done. The ball is in my court. Do whatever you have to do. We need to come! I am not sure what to do. The only thing you can do is to literally show him how much you need to come.

I get up, and straddle one of his legs. I begin to rub myself on him. I rub myself hard, but I am not getting the right angle. I need to rub my clit. He is looking at my desperate need to come amused. You can do this. I then lean over him, placing my hands on either side of him. I rub my clit on his pants, and I am finally feeling the orgasm building. I do not look away from him despite my embarrassment, as I'm humping Christian's leg. I don't care how I look right now, it feels so good.

I am rubbing faster on his leg, moaning, feeling myself climax, until suddenly Christian grabs my waist, fliping me around and laying me on the sofa. He is hovering over me, whipping his dick out so fast to thrusts deeply in me.

"You really want to come," his hands tighten my hips as he drives in my harder. "So much, you were willing to hump me." I gasp, as he rubs my clit hard and fast, keeping up with his rhythm.

"Yes…sir." It feels so good, I wanted to scream out my pleasure, but I couldn't. I cover my mouth and watch me fuck me through half-closed eyes. The sight of him on top of me fills me with lust.

"Good. I will make you come then." He reaches back and puts my legs on top of his shoulders. The angle gives him full access to my pussy. He moves deeper inside me with every thrust.

"Yes!" and deeper.

"Because your pleasure is mine." and deeper.

"Yes!" and deeper.

"Come for me!" and deeper. I squeeze my pussy around his cock, making him grunt, and reach over to bite my calf. "Fuck!"

That was enough for me to come undone. "Oh god!"

He thrust one final time, shooting streams of cum deep inside me. I can feel his hot wet come dripping down my pussy to the crack of my ass. He collapses on top of me. I welcome his weight, despite the awkward angle. We are both trying to catch our breaths. That was an intense session. We never done something like that outside the playroom.

Christian sits up slightly, looking at me, brushing my damp hair away from my face. He is smiling down at me, and I return the smile in my sex haze. "You will let me help you with the AMC proposals." Christian states.

"What proposals? I don't even know what you're talking about." I respond, giggling at my silliness. He chuckles too, giving me a quick peck on my lips.

"Let's go home."

A girl can get use to this.