CHAPTER 8

He told her about his childhood as a tiny boy, about the beatings by his mother's pimp, about the cigarette burns on his body, about his mother overdosing and about being in the apartment starving for four days. Ana cried silent tears. He felt the wetness and continued. He told her of his terrible frustrations as a teenager, the violence he displayed when boys would pick at him until he beat the hell out of them, the many schools he was thrown out of, and the drinking.

He then told her about Elena Lincoln and the punishment of yard cleaning, her seduction of him pulling him back for more, her beating him in her dungeon, her tying him up and letting others in and having their way with him while he was helpless. Ana started to cry. He lifted her head and he looked upset.

She said, "I'm so sorry that happened to you. You deserved so much better than to be used and abused like that. You're such a beautiful man inside and out. You may not believe it, but I will believe it for you." He wrapped his arms around her tighter. He continued telling her about the six years with her, about wanting to be a dominant, about how Elena trained him, and about how he kept his distance by contracting them without emotional attachment. He said he would break the contract and send them away if they showed signs of becoming attached or telling him they loved him. He said he refused to have anything to do with a relationship.

Ana said, "That was not real BDSM, Christian. That is called psychological conditioning. I studied both in college. That means that she took you choices away and your social development as a teen away. She groomed you like a pedophile. You could have found a girl that you could have told that you couldn't be touched on your chest and back. Only if you were given the chance to mature a bit you would have. Your parents should have taken a firmer hand with you. My father would have taken you to task for all that acting up and made you sit down and talk to him. He was good at that being in the Corp. He wouldn't have put up with your shit and the drinking would not have occurred. You felt isolated, insecure and just needed to find someone to hear what you were trying to say. It's hard to put that kind of thing in words when you're a kid. That's why an older friend with a sympathetic ear and a way of talking at you, not down to you would make a difference. That's where parents, teachers and any kind of doctor get it all wrong when dealing with kids. Do you have more to tell me?"

He inhaled and said, "Just that I don't know how to do a vanilla relationship, Anastasia."

She sat up and looked in his eyes and said, "I know you want control in everything. You were starved for it as a child. You didn't seem to mind me coming in here, even when you were stressed and angry and ready to kill someone for marching in here. I pushed you in this office chair and dominated you by making you relax by kissing you, massaging your head and making love to you with my mouth. You responded and you liked it. It was pleasurable in a non-threatening way. Christian, I care deeply for you. I can't let you go through a bad meltdown and not do something to help you relax. Forget everything you ever learned about sex and any form of relationship that sick bitch ever taught you. I'm going to show you the right way and when you find out just how much you missed, it will piss you off. Just you remember one thing, all roads brought you to my little field in Montesano where I met the most extraordinary man I ever met in my whole life."

He smiled up at her and said, "Yes, it all led me to you, the most extraordinary woman I've ever known. I missed you so much over the last two days. I needed you desperately, but I didn't want you wrapped up in this."

She took his mouth and sucked his lower lip into her mouth and lightly bit it. It went straight to his crotch. He was like a drunken man addicted to the way she made him feel.

He said, "I want to learn to make love to you. I want to feel your skin against my skin. I want to be inside of you, drowning in your arms and your blue eyes, Anastasia. I want to take you over and over in a lust filled menagerie display of sex and sweat, tasting every inch of you repeatedly. I know it will never be enough." She was so hot for him. She had one boy in her freshman year in college and they used a condom. He took her virginity but he fumbled and stumbled around with sex. She just knew Christian would do all the things she had read about but never felt or tried. She wanted him too.

She said panting, "Christian, I'm not on birth control. I can get an appointment tomorrow. What's the best kind out there? I have not been with anyone but one time in years. It was a flop."

He asked, "Get the depo provera shot. It lasts three months. How did you know how to give me a blow job like that?"

She blushed and said, "I read a lot."

He chuckled and said, "You're a great study partner." She grinned at him.

He said, "I have condoms, my beauty. I just can't do it to you like I would because of these casts."

She licked his neck and said, "I'll help you. I can do the work too. I want to make love to you. I want to show you what it feels like to feel, taste and touch someone not just for your pleasure, but for a shared pleasure of caring and sensation." She got off of him and handed him his crutch. He followed her to the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed watching every move she made.

Ana stood there and unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide to a silky rumpled pile at her feet. He groaned looking at her stockings and tiny lacey lingerie set in pale green. She slowly bent over and stepped out of her dress and put it on the chair. His heart rate went up. She walked over to him slowly. It was like the most sultry vision to him as she took off her dress, bent over to pick it up and walked over to him. It was like slow motion. He was already hard as granite. She put her hand through his hair scratching his scalp. He tongued her navel at his mouth's level. She gasped. His hand slowly went up her thigh cupping her ass cheek. She bent back and undid her strapless bra, slipping it from around her to let it fall to the floor. He took her nipple between his lips and wrapped his tongue around the whole areola and pinched the other one, bringing the blood to the surface and making them harden. She gasped and arched her back. She was so responsive. He let his hand wander over her perfect skin. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hand and her ass was round and firm. A tiny beauty mark here any there but soft and beautiful. Her body was fit and toned and oh so perfect to him. He could feel the strength in it to hold up to his vigorous thrusts when he was back to his full strength.

He said, "Your body is so beautiful. I knew it would be."

She pushed him backwards on the bed once slipping off his tshirt from over his head. She straddled his legs and kissed her way up his body. He began panting heavily as she moved across his chest kissing every round scar one at a time. He felt like she was removing the pain from each one. It didn't hurt. It felt like a sensation he couldn't describe because he never felt anyone ever get close enough to do this. It was making him pre-cum. She licked his chest with her tongue in a slow and sexy way nibbling on his nipples. She open-mouth kissed her way up to his neck.

She whispered in his ear as he closed his eyes, "You taste like ambrosia. I can't taste enough of your muscles and nipples." She sucked on his earlobe and neck. He was so turned on. He was groaning and panting. Opened his eyes and she began rubbing her breasts all over his chest and looked deeply into his eyes. She sat up and took her hair out of the ponytail and wore the tie around her wrist. He thought she looked like a sexy goddess loosening her hair and shaking it out.

She asked him, "Where are your condoms, my love?"

He said in a whisper, "In that drawer." He pointed to it, not taking his eyes off of her. She leaned over and opened the drawer and pulled out four condoms and laid them on the side table. She got up and kicked off her heels and put her leg on each side of his hips slowly rolling each stocking down her leg and tossed it to the chair. She removed her underwear, bending over so he could get a look at her ass. He could see her pussy glistening with moisture. She turned around and spread her thighs and dipped her two fingers inside and brought them out wet and straddled his hips again and wiped them on his lips as he licked and sucked her fingers.

She said, "This is what you do to me. Just the thought of you makes me wet and ready for you." It was so fucking sexy he was about to bust something. His hand was caressing her hip and ass cheek. He licked his lips and her fingers, savoring that first taste of her.

She removed his pants and rolled the condom on him and guided him between her open thighs. She slowly slid him down inside of her. She was seating herself and making a sexy purring noise. She was so fucking tight she was gripping him from the inside squeezing and relaxing around him. She put both hands on his chest, pulled up and slid down again. She started moving back and forth and up and down in a rhythm. He reached up and grabbed the back of her neck and took possession of her lips passionately licking his tongue against hers in a rhythmic dance and she rode him in such a steady pace. It was killing him but it was building up something from a slow fire. He had always been in such a hurry with his submissives. Not this time. She was in control of how and when he was coming.

She started moving faster. They were both starting to sweat. She was releasing and gripping him like she was milking him. The feeling was building and his balls were beginning to tighten. The pleasure was washing over him. Her lips hovered over his open mouth and she was panting as her hot breath brushed against his lips.

She whispered, "You're the only man I've ever wanted so desperately. Please don't throw me away like others have been. I want to kiss you, lick your salty skin and take your fat cock inside me. I want to fuck you like the sexy beast you are." He was so turned on by her whisper that his anxious overly simulated body reacted to her hot sexy words.

He thrusted up his hips and cried, "Oh God Anastasia! I… I am going to cum my beautiful girl!" She started pounding him and he felt her insides fluttering.

She cried out, "Christian!... Ahhh!... Oh God, yessss!" She came like a freight train as she did, she was pounding frantically squeezed him so tight slamming her hips into hip. She collapsed on his chest after he had poured out endless amounts of cum filling the condom inside her. He felt like he was floating. She was caressing his head with her fingers. He slid his arm around her. Holding her hips tightly to his body. Their heart rates were pounding against their bare chests molded together. He felt such emotions that he had never felt before. He never knew sex could feel like this. Perhaps, he thought, because he felt so much for her, such overwhelming l….l…love for her? He thought, 'Am I in love with her? Is this what love feels like? It's a warm peaceful feeling. It's like being connected. Would you die for her like the poet's say? Yes, I would. Oh God, I'm in love with her. I can't tell her that. She may not feel the same as I do and it's too soon.' Christian kept running his hand up and down her back.

Ana sat up and looked in his eyes with a meaningful caring gaze. She kissed his face in soft little kisses. His eyes, nose, cheeks and then his mouth. She took his lips in a kiss that was slow, deep and passionate, filled with emotion.

She broke the kiss and said softly, "I've never wanted anyone like I want you, Christian Grey. You are moving into my heart. I'm going to make love to you and take care of you all night into the morning. I'll never get enough of you. You feel so good against my skin." After a few moments, she sat up and slid him out of her. She took the condom around the base of his cock and pulled it off, not spilling it. She tossed it in the waste basket next to the bed. She noticed even relaxed his cock was still quite large. She caressed his skin brushing her hands over his skin everywhere flowing with her mouth sometimes. He was so relaxed. If he was a cat he would be purring. She was calming his soul. For the first time he felt so peaceful and relaxed with a goddess worshiping his body. Complete trust and safety. He never felt trust and safety with anyone his whole life. She was taking care of him just like she told him she would. She made love to him two more times into the night.

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He woke up in the morning being held from behind. Ana had her arms around his body with her hand over his heart. Her body was molded up against his back and buttocks with her knees bent behind his thighs. He felt her face on his back and breath on his skin. Her breasts were pressed into his back as she held him. He felt like her big teddy bear. He smiled remembering the night filled with sex and loving every second. She was his first and hopefully last girlfriend. He could never want another like her. She made him feel…. safe. She stirred and gripped him tighter to her as she snuggled into his back and sighed. He smiled at such a cute and innocent act. She really was adorable even in her sleep.

After a little bit longer she started to stir and make little noises. She open-mouth kissed his back. He felt her tongue licking him between her lips. He smiled at her even though she couldn't see him. Her hand moved down to his morning wood and she started petting him. He moved on his back and smiled at her. She smiled back at him.

He said, "Good morning, beautiful."

She said, "Good morning, Christian, my handsome lover." She started cupping his balls and petting him. She proceeded to give him a hand job . The way her thumb caressed his head was giving him that electric sensation he only gets from her touch. It's her magic. He came with her kissing him.

She got up and went to the bathroom. She wash off her hand and went to the bathroom, then washed her hand and brushed her teeth with his toothbrush. Came out and he got his crutch and went in and did the same grinning that she used his toothbrush. He would have had a fit if it was anyone else.

When he went to the bedroom she had his wraps for his casts in her hands. He sat on the bed.

She said, "Let me help you, honey."

She knelt down putting the protectors over both casts securely. She handed him his crutch and helped him get in the shower. He had a medical bathing chair in there. She set the water temp and asked what buttons to push on his high tech shower. Once it was set, she took a loofa and wet it down with water and soap. She washed his body from head to toe. She shampooed his hair and he melted, leaning his forehead against her belly. His hands kept caressing her skin while she washed his hair and conditioned it. When he was rinsed off, she kissed him. She then proceeded to wash her body and hair. He watched her and kept touching her as she moved around soaping herself.

Once she was completely rinsed off, she turned off the water and got towels and towel dried his hair and dried his upper body off. She wrapped up her hair and dried her body. She laid a towel on the floor and helped him up and wrapped a towel around his waist for him. She guided him to step on the towel to dry his feet and legs. She took care of him and he followed her to the bed and he sat down. He had never had such attentive attention to care for him. He was falling so in love with her kindness and caring ways.

She put on his tshirt and sweatpants that had a drawstring and rolled the bottom up. He put on a clean pair of pajama pants and a white tshirt. She followed him to the kitchen and sat on the bar chair with him.

Mrs Jones was surprised at seeing her with him freshly showered and wearing his clothes. She was happy he let such a nice woman into his life instead of those selfish submissive girls he had before. She noticed him holding her hand and kissing her. His behavior was nothing like the way he acted around the other women. Jason had told her this girl was different and strong. He said she could hold her own with him. It seemed to be working. She cooked them both breakfast and the girl politely thanked her. Gail would welcome such a girl around them all. She was special.