Chapter 8: Christian's POV
November 20, 2016
"OK?" I asked her. I needed to be sure that she was serious about allowing me to pleasure her. "Is this really what you want? I don't want to pressure you, Princess."
"You aren't," she answered. "I want it. I've never... had an orgasm that I didn't give myself."
Now that's a sight I'd love to behold. Maybe someday, she'd let me watch her masturbate. "Can I... remove your shorts?" I asked her.
"Ummm... can you... begin with my breasts? And kind of... work your way down? That's how I've... imagined it."
This delighted me, and her blush was adorable. "You've imagined it?" I asked her.
"Only a thousand times since you first told me you wanted to do it," she replied softly. Her voice trembled a little.
I responded by kissing her lips fiercely. But I remembered that she was nervous, and I wanted her to feel good and want more. I wanted her to feel so good that she forgot her fear. So I made sure that our kiss was one she wouldn't forget. I made love to her mouth with my tongue and lips. She responded just as passionately.
And then, I moved to her neck, taking my time, and loving how alive she felt in my arms. She clearly had a thing for having her neck kissed, so I took my time there, savoring the taste of her skin.
"Oh God, Christian, that feels amazing. I've never felt anything like this before. Don't stop." Those were the words she spoke between her incredibly sexy moans.
I had no intentions of stopping. I gave her neck more attention, and then slowly made my way downward to her breasts, which were still covered in her t-shirt, but no bra. I kissed her breast and played with her nipple with my tongue through the shirt, going so far as to hold her perfect bud between my teeth as my tongue tickled it. I was careful not to bite down enough to cause any pain as I continued this exquisite torture. Then, as I gave the same attention to her other tit, I noticed her hands in my hair. God, I loved the feel of her pulling my hair. But I wanted to taste her, not just her shirt, so my teeth released her nipple, and giving it another quick lick, I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes and asked, "May I take off your t-shirt?"
She responded by quickly standing up, pulling her shirt over her head herself, and then pushing down her shorts. Holy shit, she was naked, right there in front of me, the most perfect woman who ever existed. I could not stop staring at the most beautiful pair of breasts I'd ever seen. She looked to be a C cup, and her nipples were the color of her cheeks when she blushed. Or when she was aroused, which she clearly was at the moment. I glanced at her pussy and was delighted to see that she had a cute little puff of pubic hair there. All my subs had waxed at my insistence, so I'd never been with a woman with pubs. Everything about Ana was fucking adorable, and everything about her screamed natural beauty, even her pussy.
Apparently, I stared at her too long, and she started getting self conscious. She began to cover herself, but I stopped her before she could. "Don't. Baby, you are gorgeous. I am in awe of you." I grabbed her arms and held her gently so she couldn't cover herself.
"Christian... I can't believe I'm doing this. I promised myself that I'd wait until I'd been back for at least a few days, if not weeks, before I... gave in. I knew we'd end up here eventually. At least... I hoped we would. But I only just got back last night."
"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, Princess," I promised as I moved my hands up to her shoulders and rubbed them gently.
"I'm not ready to go all the way, but I want... I want..." she couldn't finish her sentence, and she couldn't look me in the eye.
I laughed and told her gently but teasingly, "You're going to have to say it if you want me to do it, baby."
"Sex!" she shouted, but then she blushed crimson. "No, no, no, that's not what I mean. Shit! I'm naked here, and you're fully dressed, and I'm so... nervous. I meant oral sex. Just oral sex. You doing it to me, not me... you know. Not yet. I will, I mean. But I need to... to get used to... Little Grey... first."
My face grew warm because I still felt embarrassed about calling my dick Little Grey in front of her, but I decided I may as well make the most of it. "Ana... do you want me to get naked too? You're calling all the shots here, baby. If you want to see Little Grey, you're going to have to tell me."
The look she gave me told me that she wanted me naked, but she was afraid to say it. "I don't want to... lead you on. If we're both naked... and you know that I'm not ready... it doesn't seem very fair to you."
"Don't worry your pretty head about that, baby," I said. "If you want me naked, naked I will be. No pressure to do anything you don't want to do."
"Yes," she blurted out.
"Yes, you want me to get naked?" I asked. Before she answered I started pulling my shirt over my head, but I waited to hear her answer before I finished pulling it off.
"Yes," she answered.
Then I pushed down my shorts and boxer briefs together, and I was just as naked as she was. Little Grey was standing at attention, and he had all of hers.
"Holy shit," she mumbled. She glanced in my eyes and then back at my dick. "How...? Little Grey is a very big boy. I'm not sure... I don't know how he's going to... umm... fit."
My God, have I mentioned how adorable she is? I could help but laugh a little, she was just so fucking cute.
"He'll fit, baby. Don't worry about that. You'll stretch to accommodate him."
"But... I know it's going to hurt."
"Ana... Don't think about that right now, OK? Just let me love you. Let me make you feel good. Little Grey isn't coming near you today unless you want him to. Right now, I just want you to feel my mouth. I want to give you more pleasure than you've ever imagined. Just lie back, close your eyes, and let me work some magic."
My words worked their magic because she obeyed. There she lay, the woman of my dreams, with her hair spread across her pillow just as I had imagined it, with her arms stretched over her head, leaving herself completely open to me. Her trust in me amazed me, all things considered. Her perky tits begged me to kiss them again, this time with no barrier between us, and so I did. I put my mouth around her breast and sucked lightly. I wanted to turn her on more, not cause her pain. I was more careful with my teeth than I had been when she was wearing her shirt because I wasn't sure if she'd like that either. I laved her with my tongue, and then sucked again gently. Her moaning told me that I was doing something right.
And then I switched to the other breast and repeated the action. She was even more responsive, moaning even louder. I wondered for a moment whether I could make her come like this, just from playing with her tits alone. But no, I wanted her first orgasm from me to be on my tongue.
Once I was satisfied that I'd given her breasts enough attention for now, I began to move further down her body. I took time to kiss her stomach, and lick her navel, making her squirm. And then, I made my way to the promised land. I gently tugged on her pubic hair. "I like this," I told her.
"I'm sure you've seen pubic hair before," she retorted.
No, no, I couldn't have her thinking about other women. I'd give her something to think about. Before the last word was even out of her mouth, I'd given her pussy a good lick. Before she even knew what was happening, I'd found her clit and started playing with it with my tongue. When she moaned and spread her legs further, giving me more access, I added my fingers. Very slowly, I inserted one finger into her vagina. When she moaned again and asked for more, I began to pump that finger. All the while, I never stopped giving her clit the attention it deserved. After only about a minute or two of this treatment, I felt her walls tightening, and her body began to tremble. She screamed out my name as the first orgasm overtook her. And I didn't stop but only intensified my attention. I began to swallow her juices and suck her clit while I added a finger to her cunt and continued pumping. Within a few seconds, her second orgasm hit her. Only then, when she was winding down from it, did she squeeze her legs together and ask me to stop.
I watched her as she rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position, with her eyes closed. Was she OK? Had I hurt her? I waited a couple of minutes for her to say something, to give me some kind of indication that she was OK. Finally, she did. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and smiled softly. Beautiful.
"Are you OK?" I asked her. My voice wasn't much louder than a whisper.
She laughed. "You just gave me... not one, but two... Oh my God! I've never... It's never felt like... that. And you're asking me if I'm OK? After that? The word OK does not do justice. That was... Wow! Holy shit! Can we do that again?"
"What, now?" I asked. Sure!
She laughed again. "Well, no, not now. I think I need some time to... recover. Do women need time to recover? I thought that was just men? But what the hell do I know? I know that right now, I feel... boneless. Sated. My God, that was amazing."
I grinned at her and said, "Well, we aim to please, baby."
"If I'd known it was going to feel like that, I wouldn't have fought you so hard or waited so long. I mean, I've given myself orgasms before, but nothing like that. I thought you were being cheesy when you talked about working magic. But I swear, you have a magic tongue!"
"It's all yours, baby," I replied.
She smiled at me and didn't speak again. We just smiled at each other for the longest time. I could not get enough of her. Finally, I lay down next to her and pulled her close to me, spooning her. She put her head on my chest and began to play with my chest hair. Holy shit, she was not only touching my chest, but she was playing with it. And it didn't hurt. I already knew from Taipei that she could touch my chest, but this was so much more than that had been. There was no doubt in my mind that this would be something that I would crave when she stopped doing it.
"Christian?" she asked, after we'd both been quiet for some time, just spooning.
"Hmmm?" I asked softly.
"Is Little Grey OK?" she asked. She sounded concerned.
I could stop the very unsexy snort and then the chuckle that followed. Had I heard her correctly?
"Don't laugh," she said. "You just gave me not one, but two, of the most mind-blowing orgasms ever. And I can feel Little Grey, Christian. He's still hard. Very hard."
Good God, now she was talking about my penis as if he were another person. I did that, to myself, but it was weird that she was doing it now. But part of me actually liked it. I loved how concerned she was about my dick, but she needn't be.
"Ana, I was a submissive for five years, remember?" I reminded her. "I know how to control my orgasms. I was denied orgasms as punishment on a regular basis."
"That sounds... dreadful," she said compassionately.
"Anyway, what I'm experiencing right now... I'm OK, Ana, more than OK. I don't need to have an orgasm until you're ready to go all the way. I can wait for however long you need me to. Really. I'm OK."
She wiggled her ass against my dick, which only made me harder. "Christian, you don't feel OK. You feel hard. And large. Like... huge. And... I think it's only fair. So you need to tell me, what can I do to help you with that? I mean... I'm still not ready for... you know. But maybe I can start to... you know... get acquainted?"
If she kept talking like this, I was likely to come just from the sound of her voice. "Ana, I told you... my dick is yours. You can do anything you want, baby."
"But... you have to help me," she said hesitantly. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing. And I want you to... like it."
"Baby, I will like anything you do," I assured her.
She moved to sit up so she could see me better. She said, as she stared at my cock, "I feel like such a teenager. I guess most girls experience this much younger. I've never seen a dick... in person... before. I mean, other than Number Three, but that was different. I'm sure he's why I've waited this long. I've never touched one." With that, she reached out and rubbed the pre-cum from the head of my dick. She spread it around and stroked up the side of my shaft. Her touch was so soft, almost like a feather.
"Baby, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come," I warned her.
"Isn't that the point?" she asked confusedly.
"Well... yeah. But it's going to be... messy."
"Oh, well, I have another set of sheets, and I need to do laundry anyway," she said, and she started stroking me again, this time a little harder and with both hands. "I want to make you come. Tell me how."
Holy fuck! "Just... keep doing what you're doing, baby. I'm... oh my God! Your hands are... Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" I was losing control very fucking quickly. Too quickly. So much for what I'd said earlier about being able to control my orgasms!
Just before I erupted, she leaned over and kissed the head of my cock softly. That pushed me over the edge before I had time to prevent my cum from spurting all over Ana's beautiful face, her neck, and her breasts. Shit! I'm sure she had no idea of how I had just marked her, claimed her. She probably didn't even know what a pearl necklace was, or that I'd just given her one. The amazement in her eyes told me that she didn't feel offended by what I'd just done, but that she had actually enjoyed it.
I was able to catch the rest of my cum in the bedsheet, but Ana's face and chest were dripping from it already. And she'd never looked sexier, with those perfect tits covered in my cum. I wanted to lick it off of her breasts, but I knew if I did that, I might not be able to stop myself from fucking her, and she might be turned on enough by this point not to stop me. But I'd promised her repeatedly we wouldn't until she was ready. I needed her to be sure she was ready, not do something in the heat of the moment that she might regret later.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" she asked me as she took the sheet from me and wiped her face and tits.
Was she serious? "Baby... that was, by far, the most amazing... I have never come like that before."
"Christian, don't lie to me. I know this isn't your first rodeo." Oh, no, she didn't. I knew I had to nip this in the bud. It was the second time she'd brought up other women since we'd awakened this morning.
"Ana, I need you to get something through your head, right fucking now. You have never been nor will you ever be like any other woman I have ever been with. First of all, I'm naked. Did you notice that?"
"Umm... kinda hard to miss it," she responded snarkily as she glanced at Little Grey, who was now out of commission. "No pun intended."
"I have never been naked during sex..." I told her, and then corrected myself, "...for any type of sexual experience. Not even when I was a sub. My shirt was a hard limit because of my... touch issues. And when I was a Dom, I never removed my pants either. I just... opened them."
"Oh," she said, and she seemed to be thinking carefully about what I was telling her.
"Yeah, and Ana... don't forget..." I took her hand and placed it on my chest. "Nobody has ever been able to do this. Not even my family can touch me like this, and certainly nobody I have ever had sex with. Even Elena never touched me with her hands. She punished me, but that's different. And my subs weren't ever allowed to touch me in any way. I usually restrained them, but if I didn't, it was only because I trusted them enough not to touch me."
"OK, I get it," she told me. "I'm just... insecure, I guess."
"I know you are, but you have no reason to be," I assured her. "Oh, and another thing..." I reached over and tugged the bedsheet away from her, which she'd used to cover herself after wiping off my cum. Then I tugged gently at her pubs. "This. I fucking love this. And no, to answer your question from earlier, I have never seen pubic hair on a woman before, unless you count porn, and even in porn they're almost always bare."
"What?" she asked. I loved seeing the tiny wrinkle between her eyes when she was confused. She was so cute. I knew she wasn't confused about my porn comment.
"Elena waxed. Hers was the first pussy I ever saw. After that... it was part of my contract with my subs that they were to wax, to be completely bare. That was... ummm... Elena's advice. I never questioned it."
"That wasn't in the contract you sent me," she reminded me.
"I took a lot of shit out of that contract, things I knew you'd never go for," I explained.
"Oh," she responded, but she looked even more confused. I gave her a moment to process. After some time, she asked me, "So... you left in the torture chamber but took out the Brazilian wax. You thought I'd go for beatings but not waxing?"
I sighed. "I'm sorry, Ana." Would she ever forgive me?
"No, don't apologize again!" she told me forcefully. "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad about that again. I forgave you, remember? I'm just trying to understand. I need to know what you like. I want... If I am in this with you, I want to do things you enjoy doing. But I just can't understand why you'd want to do... that."
"I don't," I insisted. "I've already told you that, repeatedly. I don't crave any part of that life. But at the time that I tried to... when I made that proposition... I didn't know any other way. I thought that BDSM was the only way I could do it. There was a part of me that realized that I'm not really a Dom long before I even made that God forsaken plan. Ana, people who are in the lifestyle are not bad people. A good Dom is someone that I respect, but it's just not... me. BDSM is safe, sane, and consensual, when it's done right, but now that I know I don't need it, I don't want it."
"Thank God," Ana breathed.
"Ana, you think BDSM is some kind of abuse, where Doms beat their subs into submission. That's not what it is. I would never have hit a woman without knowing her limits and safe words. But anyway, it doesn't matter now. I don't want it. I only want you."
"So, if I never let you restrain me, you'll be OK with that?" she confirmed.
I promised her, "I will never restrain you, Ana. I won't even ask. I don't want to. Especially now that I know what that bastard that your mother was married to did to you. Never. But even more than that, I don't want to restrain you because I WANT you to touch me. I crave your touch."
"Really?" she asked.
"Really," I assured her. "Ana, I know you're insecure about your lack of experience, and your idea that I'm some kind of sex god or something, but you couldn't be more wrong. All I've done up to now has been meaningless. Now, everything has meaning. I don't want any part of my old life. I only want you. And everything with you is... new. It's new for me too."
"You sound like you're trying to make be believe you're a virgin too," she joked.
"Well, I've never had vanilla sex," I reminded her. "And that's the only kind I want now. So... I kinda am. I mean, you're right. I've fucked. I've done some fucked up shit. But I've never sat with a girl, on a bed, while we're both naked, and had a real conversation. What we're doing right now... this is my dream, Ana. You are my dream come true. I love this, and I love you."
"Christian..." she started.
"No, don't you fucking dare shut me down again like you usually do. You're naked with me, Ana. We just gave each other mind-blowing orgasms. This means something. You want this. You want me. Admit it, sweetheart. Agree to be mine."
She nodded. "OK. I'm yours. I want this. I want you," she admitted quietly.
Yes! "You've got me, baby. I'm yours." I smiled at her, so fucking happy I could just burst. She'd just agreed to be mine!
"You're so damn sexy when you smile like that," Ana told me shyly.
"Really?" I asked.
"Shut up. Like you don't know how sexy you are?"
My smile just got wider. "You're the one who's sexy, baby, and right now, I'd really like to take a shower with you and give you another orgasm. I'm just not sure if we'll both fit in your shower."
"We'll fit," she assured me.
And fit we did, even though her shower/tub combo was about three times smaller than my walk-in shower at Escala. And I did make her come again, this time with my fingers. Once again, she insisted on reciprocating, and she used her soft hands to get me off again. This time, she actually talked to Little Grey while she did it, asking him how he was liking it. It turned me on more than I can even begin to understand.
After we got dressed, it was going on 9:00 a.m., and I decided it was time that we got breakfast and also dealt with the media. I'd wanted to take her out for breakfast, but that was out now due to the paparazzi who would most certainly be on the lookout for us.
"I need to feed you," I told Ana. "But we're going to be hounded if we go out."
"That's nothing new," she reminded me. "But I think I'd like us to stay in our little bubble a little longer before we have to deal with them."
"I agree," I said. "So you have a choice, baby. Would you rather get Sawyer to pick up something and bring it here, or would you rather go to Escala and have breakfast with me there?"
She considered the options. "If I go to Escala with you, I'm not going to want to leave. And I have things I need to do here. I really need to unpack and do laundry."
Something occurred to me. "Ana... where do you do laundry. There's no washing machine in this tiny little room, is there?"
"Stop being a snob, Mr. Billionaire CEO," she teased. "But to answer your question, no, I don't have my own washing machine. Come here, I'll show you where I do my laundry."
She moved to the window and motioned for me to follow her. But when she looked out the window, she exclaimed, "Holy shit!"
"What is it?" I asked, but I was afraid that I already knew.
"Fuck! Are we Prince William and Kate Middleton? Why the hell are there... I can see a dozen from here, and that's across the street. See that 7-11 down there? The laundromat is right next door. And there are at least a dozen paps camped out in front of it. Shit, how many are there at the entrance that we can't see from here?"
"Well, you obviously can't do your laundry down there," I told her.
"No shit, Sherlock," she quipped. "How the hell am I going to wash my clothes?"
"Well... you could bring them to Escala," I suggested. "I not only have a washing machine but also a housekeeper who can do it all for you."
"There's no way I'm asking Gail to wash my clothes on her day off," she snapped. "And I have a question for you, genius. Just how do you suggest that I get my clothes to your place without making all those assholes down there believe that I'm moving in with you? You know that's exactly what they'll print, right next to the photos of you carrying my bags of dirty laundry."
"Who said I was going to carry any bags of dirty laundry?" I asked her teasingly. But seriously, did she really think I would carry her laundry? No way, that's why I paid Sawyer.
Actually, I ended up getting both Sawyer and Ryan to carry her bags of laundry, as well as an overnight bag. Then, Sawyer drove us back to Escala while Ryan picked up the breakfast I'd ordered for us. We didn't escape from Ana's building unseen, unfortunately, but at least they didn't catch us with all her bags of laundry. They did get some shots of us holding hands though, but that's all we gave them. I wasn't going to make a statement about us until Ana OK'd it.
Later that morning, once we'd finished our breakfast, I decided to breach the topic of Ana's returning as my temporary PA.
"So... I was wondering..." I started.
"Yes, I'll do it," Ana answered.
"What?" I asked. "You'll do what?" I asked her.
"Well, I figured you were about to ask me to help you find my replacement. You seriously need a new PA, and you don't have time to do it yourself because you're focused on replacing your CFO, while also cleaning up the shit that your former CFO left you, while also running your company. So I will take care of it... if that's what you want. I'll do the first interviews, like Andrea did when you hired me, and then narrow them down to the top three or four. Then you can pick from them."
I smiled at her appreciatively. "How did you know I was going to ask you to help me with that?" I asked her.
"It's obvious you need me to help you with that," she replied.
"Well, is it also obvious that I need you to keep assisting me until I hire the new person?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes, but... I'm not sure how that's going to work. I just agreed to be your girlfriend. I can't also be your assistant."
"Why not?" I asked her.
"You know why not," she replied. "I think you yourself have a very colorful way of putting it? You don't shit where you eat."
I knew she'd give me this objection, and I was ready for her. "Normally I would agree with you. When this... thing... whatever this strange attraction is between us that has been there from the beginning... when it first started, I agreed with you about following those rules. But that was when I only wanted to fuck you. Now... I want so much more than that with you."
"Yeah, I know," she replied. "But... how is it going to appear, especially to Andrea and Olivia, and the others who work in the executive office? The rest of GEH, I think I can deal with, but I need the people I work closely with everyday to like and respect me."
"They do and they will," I assured her. "And if they don't... then they're history. But I think they all value their jobs more than that."
Ana sighed. "I'll have to figure out a way to communicate with them about us without giving away too much of our personal stuff."
"Ana, people fall in love with the people they work with all the time. You and I aren't really that unusual in that regard. I know that working closely with someone we're dating is not something that either of us would normally do, but I think we can make an exception, just this once, because it's us, and I'm crazy in love with you, but I also can't live without your organizational skills and attention to detail. It is temporary, anyway. Probably just through the end of the year."
"Well, Mr. Grey..." she said sexily, "I've already been giving this some thought, because I figured you'd ask me. And besides, you just gave a very convincing argument. I think we can make it work."
"Really?" I asked her.
"Really," she affirmed. "But it's going to cost you," she added with a smirk. "I've spent the past month going over everything at SIP, from the financials to the staff, and I want to make some changes, but I need your... advice. Hell, nobody there even knows that I own their asses, thanks to you. I'm not even sure how to... make myself known. I don't need to until we get everything squared away with you. Nothing there is going to fall apart until early next year, when I'm able to make a transition. But when that time comes..."
"I'll be with you every step of the way," I promised.
"I'm counting on that," she told me. "And the other thing is... I need to be able to pay you back for it. Over time, I mean. I can't just... take it, for free. That's just not right."
"Bullshit," I said. "It was a gift."
"Christian, you signed it over to me because you were going to kill yourself. I don't want that... reminder. And when the time comes to reveal myself as the owner, if it becomes public knowledge that you purchased it for me, then everything they're saying about me being a gold digger will be justified. I don't want..."
"Ana, just stop. Nobody ever needs to know about my involvement."
"Christian, everyone will assume it either way," she argued.
"So, we'll correct their mistaken assumptions," I insisted.
"But it's not mistaken assumptions. You bought it for me. For me to feel... legit... I need to be able to repay you. We need to work out some kind of... payment plan. It's what you'd do in any other situation, if you funded anybody else's business. I need it, Christian. I want to own SIP fair and square, not because of my relationship with you."
"OK, fine," I conceded. "We'll work out a payment plan. But it's not something we need to give any more thought for now. Once I have a new assistant and you're ready to take over at SIP, then we'll revisit this topic."
"Thank you," Ana said softly.
I nodded at her. I didn't need to tell her that I would never allow her to repay me. Instead, I began to work out a plan in my mind for how I would set it up so that any "payments" that she made for SIP would go back into a fund that I would ultimately return to her. She didn't need to know any of that.