"You bewitch me Ana." He says as his tone of voice becomes relaxed more his natural tone.
"It's the other way around," I reply.
My hand slides over his hip and onto two scars over his flat stomach. My mouth goes dry and I lick my lip. I hear a gasp catch in his throat. I gaze up at him and smile gently at him. He leans down and takes my lips with his own. I feel his heated kiss pressing down against me. His lips so firm and strong. I want him so badly. I don't care about the scars or where they came from at the point I just want him. His lips on mine send shivers down my spine, as his teeth take my lower lip biting on it sensually. The feeling flows down to my core making me damp. As he releases my lip I gasp for breath looking down and see his erection inside his jeans.
Oh, my. My breathing hitches up and I actually hear him smirk. I push my hands against his chest feeling my fingers spread out over his scars. I want to kiss each and everyone to take that pain away from him. My body throbs in desire for him, as his hand takes hold of my hair and tugs it back to lean my head up to his face. His gaze is scorching hot, as hot as the kiss he burns into my lips. His other hand deftly pulls at the knot in my towel that unravels to the floor leaving me naked in his arms. He pushes me back towards the bed.
Then in one move he releases my hair and grips my bare rear in both hands, and lifts me onto my dressing table. I'm dazed by the sudden fast movement for a second as my legs fall open. He snaps the button open and pulls the zipper down. The act alone releases him without him having to remove his jeans. He not wearing underwear, fuck that's hot. He produces a foil packet and rips it open. I watch him slip it on as my body is trembling with excitement about what is to come next. His eyes burn into mine with molten hot lava as he grips my hips firmly and in one hard deep thrust he is inside me.
Oh, heaven.. He feels so good inside me. Filling up every delicious inch of me. I relish the pleasure he gives me, as he drives into me. I'm his completely and truly. I moan out as I feel the cold of the mirror on my back. His hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him for another breathtaking kiss. I'm completely powerless to this man. His lips bruising mine with the intensity of the kiss. As he lets go of the kiss I sigh out his name.
"Christian." He smiles at me.
"Yes, baby?" He moans out.
"I'm close." I groan.
I feel it like a fireball building up deep inside my body. His lips trail to my neck as his hips keep forcing me closer and closer to my sweet release. The build up races faster in my system as his tongue traces a sensitive nerve along my neck. Oh please, I can't take much more of this. I don't know how much more my body can take.
"Please," I whine as I feel his lips curl into a smirk against my neck.
He's toying with me, but I'm enjoying it. Christian takes pity on me and I feel his teeth nibble on that singular nerve right at my throat. Somehow that nerve connects directly to between my thighs and it's too much. The fireball explodes inside of me and I hold myself against him tightly with my hips, arms, thighs and my core. Any place our skin makes contact feels on fire. I'm barely coming down from the intense feeling when I feel his release. A dire moan spills from his mouth and he slows his thrusting.
I bathe in the afterglow of our pleasure together, marveling at the man standing before me. I smile up at him with dreamy eyes as his eyes lock with mine. He looks happy and relaxed, then a cool gaze slips into place as his lips open slightly. His mouth is moving as I strain to hear what he is saying. It's beyond a whisper.
"I must stay in control." His words surprise me as his hands grab my rear and I'm pulled up against him.
Still buried inside of me it causes me to moan out. He effortlessly lifts me off my dressing table and takes me over to my bed. My hips gripping him tightly until he lays me back down. My mind wants answers about what he was saying, but it's pulled up short as he pulls himself out of me. I gasp and wince. It does feel a little tender down there, but it's a good tender. My eyes find him standing next to my bathrobe. He quickly kicks his shoes off. He pulls the sash out and steps back over to the bed. My thoughts trying to work out what he wants to do with it. My inner angel is busy burying her head in any book she can find. My inner devil on the other hand is thrusting her arms forward toward him panting. Take me.
I stare up at him as he pulls my hands up above my head and I watch him in awe as he ties one wrist up then feeds it through the iron bed posts and then the other wrist. By the time I come to my senses he has me helpless and bound. I go to open my mouth, but shut it when I see him tug his jeans pulling them off. He must take his socks off at the same time as stepping out of his jeans as he is fully nude Andonis standing next to my bed. My wrists pull a little at the sash, but it's tied tightly.
"Ana I need to be in control." I look at my tied wrists and then back down at him.
"You are." I pant. I have to say the thought of being tied up to my own bed agrees with me. I'm panting like I have just been sprinting.
"Very well." His hand reaches over toward my face and I close my eyes anticipating his touch. When it doesn't happen I open my eyes. His hand is holding the black and white scarf I had over my bed post. He kneels onto the bed and cups my face as his other hand slips the scarf into place as he ties it there. My vision is cut off completely. I'm so totally helpless.
I feel the pressure on the mattress as his lips are next to my ear. "I'm going to touch you." My breathing tightens at the anticipation of his words. Then there is nothing, I can still feel him on the mattress. The warm heat of his body in close proximity to my own. What is he waiting for?
I'm laying here fully naked tied up and blindfolded for his viewing pleasure. That's exactly what he is doing viewing me. I blush a deep shade of crimson at the thought. I feel his hands against the knots on my wrists. He slowly drags his hands down onto my skin of my arms. It feels soothing as his hands make it to my elbows then towards my shoulders. The sensation heightened by the fact I can't see what he is doing. His hands slip by my under arms as he leans in. I feel skin against my breast as I can feel his breath on my neck. He breathes in deeply.
"Do you know how heavenly you smell Ana." I'm grateful that it seems to be a rhetorical question as I just trying to focus on breathing. The skin contact disappears from my nipple but is replaced with a much more exquisite touch. His breath on my skin, it sends shivers all the way down to there. I want his touch, I need him, to touch me, to take me. He, however, seems hell Rayt on torturing my body for his own pleasure. My inner devil looks at me staring. Okay for my pleasure then too.
There is a noise in the distance and I hear the sound of the apartment door opening.
"Hi Ana, I'm back." Shit, it's Kate.
What the hell do I do? I'm not much use in my current position and I can't send out a naked Christian to deal with her.
"Ana? Ana?" I can actually hear her voice getting closer to my bedroom door on each call.
Please don't come in. Please!
Christian decides to use the distraction as an ample opportunity, to take my sensitive airbrushed nipple into his mouth. I have to bite down on my lip hard to stop myself from moaning or screaming out. It feels like the door will open any second and Kate will be standing there. I truly believe I would have to move out if that happened.
"She must be out," Kate mutters to herself and I hear her bedroom door close a few seconds later. Christian's tongue rolls over my nipple and my body writhes in ecstasy. God the man is so talented. I want to speak, but no words can form in my head. Shocks are rolling through my nipple down into my core. He releases my nipple with an audible pop. My hardened nipple grazes against his chest as his mouth closes on my other nipple. I gasp out softly, my breast lifting into his mouth as his tongue dances with my erect nipple. This pleasure is intense surging through my body. He removes his mouth again from my other nipple and I sigh.
I feel a shift in weight on the bed towards the bottom. His lips land directly between the valley of my breasts and he kisses. His lips moving along the skin trailing more kisses below my breasts and onto my stomach. His lips like a thousand drops of rain onto my skin. I feel him working lower with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. My pulse is through the roof, as too is my heart rate. He kisses my belly button and I moan out again finding one word.
"More." I breathe.
I know he is smiling as he stops kissing me. I can just image that smug grin on his face or the sexy smirk. I feel his lips land on my pubic hair, as he kisses it and runs his tongue through it slowly.
He pulls his lips away and I barely have time to register it, as his hands take hold of my feet trailing up them slowly and carefully. His fingers pushing my legs open wider as his hands slide along my calves and then onto my thighs. He is making me wait for this.
As his touch trails off my hips his lips descend on the inner part of my right thigh kissing softly. Then a swift strong kiss against my right thigh and then I moan out as he bites down on my clitoris gently. My back arches and in one moment I'm on the brink of a volcano ready to free fall in. His tongue laps at me as I teeter on the edge. I nearly slip and he stops.
I hear the rip of a foil packet. Ever so eager and ever so prepared. The mattress sinks between my legs giving me an idea of where he is. I feel him push against me as he opens me up and spills inside. He feels so large and hard inside me. Maybe with sight removed, my other senses are heightened. He pulls out almost fully and slips back inside. He pounds into me with this rhythm and I'm ready to jump in that volcano.
"Give it to me. Ana." He gasps out.
His words are my undoing completely as my insides clench around him. I hear him moan out a second then he too jumps into the fire with me, releasing himself into me. He stills on top of me as I feel his lips against my own. I kiss back with my eyes shut, tasting a little of myself on his lips. When I open my eyes again I can see, and he is holding the scarf in one hand.
"How was that for you Ana?" He asks simply.
"I don't know I have nothing to compare it against." I flush still tied up.
"Would you do it again? Let me control you?" He offers.
"Yes. That was incredible." The words are out before I analyze them as I'm trying to return my breathing to a normal rate.
My inner angel has gone out leaving a sign telling me she will be back after the sex is over. My inner devil is laying fucked out and tied up on the bed happy but spent. I stare up at him.
"Why do you have to control me?" I inquire.
He shuts his eyes letting me check out his handsome features. His just-fucked hair and long lashes. He opens his eyes looking down at me.
"I must be in control at all times. So that means I need to control you. Understood?" I nod my head. "Are you sure Ana?" He asks doubting.
"Christian you bared the truth and showed me your scars. You tying me ups isn't going to scare me away." He smiles down at me, as I suddenly feel very tired.
"Oh, Ana it's so much more than that." He replies pulling my body towards him as my hands are still tied to the bed. I feel myself drifting off to sleep, dreaming of top hats and blindfolds.
It's early morning when I finally open my eyes. It's twenty past seven on the clock and I can see movement in the corner of my eye. I turn to see Christian sitting at my dressing table. It's oddly amusing to see him sitting at my white girlie dressing table so casual. Oh. He's naked too. I have to fight the urge not to laugh at how funny the sight is. This gorgeous man sitting there in front of my mirror. What is he doing anyway? He must hear movement or sense I'm awake and turns to face me.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" He smiles.
"Very well," I reply and then stare in horror as I see my laptop switched on and open. The picture of us from the hotel is the background.
"I hope you don't mind. I needed to email Taylor and my phone battery was dead." He turns back to the computer a second and then back to me. " This computer is very old. Almost older than me." He smiles. "I have to ask what is the folder labeled Christian Grey?" He asks.
I suddenly panic it's the folder I have compiled with all his pictures in. I go to jump off the bed, but I can't. I turn and see my hands are still tied to the bedposts. Did I sleep like this?
"My, your reaction has gotten me curious." He says I turn back to him as I see the mouse cursor move towards the folder.
"Please, you can't." I struggle with the sash but damn, he can tie a knot. I look back and just before the icon gets to the folder the computer shuts off. He tries the power button again. It's not working. I'm grateful that my computer chose that moment to finally die. He turns towards me.
"Well looks like your in luck. I guess I will just have to torture the information out of you." He smirks darkly. Oh yes, this is going to be a good morning indeed.
(Thought I would give you all something for the weekend. I hope you all enjoy it. So many ideas about Christian and what you think he could be. I love it. I do so enjoy my mysteries and keeping you all entertained. That was close with Kate. Not to mention Ana's laptop. Who here thinks Ana will have an amazing morning? Please let me know your thoughts in the reviews and keep coming with your ideas. Also do follow and favourite my story if your enjoying it and I'm also on facebook at: S J Wright. So please drop me a like. Thank you.)