God! I I close my eyes and gasp with pleasure. I don't know if it's the position or the one without a condom. But this feels heavenly. I can feel the throbbing of his penis inside me.

—Are you all right? —he asks me suddenly as I open my eyes.

—I am going to die! —I exclaim in a groan.

—Not before I have finished with you. —he says with a seductive smile as he slowly walks away from me.

And then it comes back in. This time he doesn't stop halfway. He goes all the way in. Until his body crashes into mine and I scream once more.

—We're going to have to control your screaming. —he says to me as he slips his thumb across my lips and into my mouth.

I groan against his finger as I start to suck on it. And he begins to move deliciously slowly inside me. I slide my tongue down his finger. Each move from him inside me makes my orgasm grow even bigger. How could I possibly delay it when I was about to come with the balls? I had the impression that with the first movementsI would reach liberation. But it didn't happen.

I suck, bite and moan as he moves slowly. He comes out and goes all the way in. My walls tighten around him and relax again. He does not vary the speed of his movements. It is very different from his wild possession in the shower. So different and it makes me need him more. I moan as I suck on his finger more intensely. I feel the grip of his hand on my neck increasing.

—Ana! Haven't you come yet? —he asks me suddenly as he takes his finger out of my mouth.

—No!—I exclaim as he stops the movement inside me.

—Why not?

—I don't know. —because he hasn't ordered you to, my subconscious screams at me and I send him into silence.

—Let's try a theory. —he says to me with a mysterious smile.

He begins to move again. This time the movements are not slow, they are fast and very soon I feel my walls tightening around him, I feel him very close. I close my eyes as I bury my nails in his shoulders. And then he slows down his onslaught, pushing the orgasm out of my reach.

No, no, no, no, no!

He continues a few times slowly and then accelerates his movements again. And once again I find myself on the edge of the abyss unable to jump when he slows down again. I open my eyes and see him watching me with a smile.

—Are you doing this on purpose?

—I was just testing a theory.

—Have you tried it? Do you want to end the torture once and for all? —I yell at him furiously.

Christian laughs at my sudden rage.

—Of course, there is nothing worse than a sexually unsatisfied woman —he tells me as he begins to move quickly inside me.

I don't have time to react. My body barely has time to assimilate everything. My brain is numb with so many sensations. I squeeze my legs even tighter around his waist as he grabs me now by mine. Each move of him, takes away a groan from both of us. My walls tighten around him again. Now I feel him even harder inside me. God! This is too strong.

—You need me to tell you, Ana! —he screams at me as he continues to move desperately inside me.

My brain barely processes what he just told me, but a groan comes from my lips.

—Yes.— I exclaimed aloud.

—You can come, Ana. —and that's all I need to hear as I feel my body convulse around him.

Our bodies are sweaty and as he continues to cling to me, it is impossible for me to stop moaning, not when I feel my belly throbbing with pleasure.

—Shit! —shouts Christian as he suddenly comes out of me.

I am still in my nebula of pleasure, but I watch him leaning on the counter with one hand while his other hand moves over his penis. His eyes are closed and his face is broken with pleasure. I watch him as his muscles begin to relax and he releases his penis. Only then does he look up at me.

—This cannot happen again, Ana. —he says in a gasp.

—What exactly do you mean? —I ask him as I instantly step out of my nebula of pleasure.

I hope he doesn't mean the sex.

—I was about to come inside you and the last thing we both need, when we barely know each other, is an unwanted pregnancy.

—I know. I have to pay my doctor a visit.

—We won't have unprotected sex again until you have birth control.

—Okay.

—You better get it as soon as possible, Ana. I can't wait to get back inside you, skin to skin.

—I'll make an appointment tomorrow. —I tell him with a smile.

—Let's get dressed, I think we ran out of time a few minutes ago and any minute now we'll be surprised here.

—What! —I yell as I jump off the counter and pick up my clothes from the floor.

As I get dressed I see Christian laughing and picking up his clothes to get dressed too. I put my slippers back on and look in the mirror to pull myself together.

—How do I look? —I ask Christian about the reflection in the mirror.

—As if I had just fucked you senseless. —well that was true. —Let's get out before someone wonders what we're both doing in here.

He smiles at me as I watch him pick up the balls from the counter and put them in his pocket. He takes my hand and pulls me back to the gym. I pick up my stuff while he puts his shirt on and we leave just as the next class begins to arrive.

I walk into the apartment exhausted. I need a relaxing bath in the tub. But I also need some dinner. I walk to my room and drop the bag on the floor as I enter the bathroom. I take off all my clothes and get in the shower. I close my eyes as the cold water falls on my body. This is just what I need to cool my overheated skin.

I don't feel his footsteps, but my body instantly notices his presence. He doesn't touch me, but I can feel his warm breath on my neck.

—A cold shower, Ana?

—Mmmm.

—Do you need help?

I feel his warm body sticking to mine from behind. He hugs me around the waist and pulls me out of the water. I only open my eyes when I feel his hands rubbing the sponge with gel on my shoulders, down my whole back and towards my buttocks. Then my arms and the whole side of my body and down to my belly and under my breasts. Do not touch them. He bends down and washes my legs. And he lets go of the sponge before raising his hands and gently running them over my sex, making me moan. He continues to move his hands up my body until he cradles my breasts and gently rubs them.

—Do you like it? —he whispers in my ear as he bites my earlobe, making me shiver.

—It's the best bath I've ever had. —I answer him as he pulls me back under the water to rinse.

I turn around in his arms and stare at him.

—Can I do the same? —I ask as I hold the sponge.

Christian looks at me squinting.

—You can. —he tells me to step out of the water as I start pouring gel into the sponge.

I start on his shoulders, very slowly. But the sponge doesn't help much, what I want to do most is touch him. So I drop her on the floor as I slide my hands now across his chest and down to his abdomen which tightens at my touch. My eyes follow the path of my hands. I raise my eyes. Christian is watching me closely. I look down at his abdomen again and a little more. And I find myself with an impressive erection. My whole body tightens in anticipation. I bend down and pick up the sponge again from the floor, pour gel on it and start washing his strong, muscular legs. I've never done this in my life and it feels good. I shift to his right leg and start to climb. I look for a moment at his erection in front of me, I don't know whether to do it or not. But I decide that I better continue with the bath. I stop when I reach the scar, for God's sake! It's huge. I slide the sponge gently down his leg, almost without touching his skin.

—It doesn't hurt, Ana. —he says to me as I look up at him. —The wound at least.

I slide the sponge over the scar one more time before getting up from the floor. I pour in more gel and as I stick to his body, I put my arms around him and slide the sponge down his back. His erection sticks to my belly while I wash his body. When I reach his lower back, I let go of the sponge and stroke his buttocks while I squeeze them lightly.

—I see that you are getting a taste for this.

—It's the first time I've done it. —I tell him with a smile.

I can't help it anymore. I slide one of my hands between the two of us and I take his penis that throbs as soon as I caress it. It's hard, and warm, and it's all mine.

I separate myself a little from his body and slide my hand all over him. From the base to the top and down again. I can see Christian clenching his jaws as I caress him.

—Do you like it? —I I ask him as I raise an eyebrow and bite my lower lip.

—No. —he says as he takes my hand off his dick and takes a step underwater.

I don't understand anything.

—I thought all men liked to be masturbated? —I ask, frowning.

And then he shows me that seductive smile that drives me crazy with desire.

—You're getting it wrong. —he says, suddenly closing the shower. He sticks me to his body, bends slightly, grabs me by the buttocks and carries me.

He walks with me to the room without taking his eyes off mine. When we get to the room he catches me throwing myself on the bed. I scream as I fall on the mattress. I watch him look for the box of condoms he left the other night. He takes one out quickly and climbs on the bed and on my body.

—Not that I don't like it. —he says to me as he opens my legs and kneels between them.

I look up and see him put the condom on quickly. Then he stands over me and sticks his face to mine.

—But I'd rather be buried in you. —he says to me as he lifts one of my legs to his shoulder and enters me with a single move.

I do not understand this man.

He definitely does not come from the same planet as the idiots I have known. How is it possible that he is ready for me again? That he wants me again?

I groan and squirm with pleasure underneath his body until I reach orgasm again with a deafening scream and Christian drops over me.

—Tired?

—Exhausted. —I tell him as I pull my breath together.

—Let's have some dinner and then continue with your training. —he says, coming from inside me.

Continue with my training?

I don't think my body can take it anymore today. It's been an exhausting day. I've had to hold back the orgasm, more than I ever thought I could. Actually, I never thought there would come a day when I would have to struggle to hold back an orgasm. My whole life has been the opposite. Although I can't complain about the effort I've made today, as I've been rewarded, twice actually.

Which makes me wonder.

What else do he have planned for my training? I'll be watching him as he leave the room naked.

Am I supposed to get dressed?

I have no idea, he hasn't given me any indication. I get out of bed and go to the closet for some panties and a long shirt before heading barefoot to the kitchen to warm up dinner.

Christian is already in the kitchen taking care of dinner.

—Sit down, let's talk while dinner is being heated up. —he says without turning to me.

Christian has dressed. He has some jeans on and a grey T-shirt.

I sit on the bar stool as he has asked me to and he puts two glasses on the counter before pouring wine into both of them. Then he sits down next to me. He spins the wine in the glass with his eyes fixed on mine. Then he takes a sip and smiles at me.

—What are we going to talk about? —I ask him, taking a sip of my wine.

—It's not obvious, of course, about sex.

It's a good thing we haven't had dinner yet. I don't think I could have this conversation while we're having dinner or after. It would be too much and I know that in the end, either I won't have any dinner or I'll end up not liking it.