I feel one of his hands go down to my sex and press on my clitoris. This only makes my excitement even greater. He begins to move his finger in circles as my moaning increases and my walls contract even more around him. And then when I'm almost at the edge, he withdraws his finger and lifts his hand back up to my buttocks.

But then he increases the speed of his onslaught. Every movement of him pushes me forward, squeezes me against the mattress and makes me groan delightfully. He then comes out completely and inserts two fingers inside me and moves them in a circle before pulling them out again and replacing them once more with his dick. His hands go back to my buttocks, squeezing them as he moves desperately inside me. One of his hands holds tightly to one of my buttocks while I feel a finger sliding between them. But my brain is too numb with pleasure to notice what is happening and my body is completely given over to what I am feeling. I feel the finger fidgeting around my anus, tracing circles. Only then does my brain wake up.

—Christian! —I yell at him.

I try to make it sound like a warning, but I know that I have failed to come out with a moan.

—You said you would do anything, Ana. —he tells me as he traces circles in the forbidden place while continuing to move strongly.

I cannot speak. The only thing that escapes my lips are moans of pleasure. I can't think of anything but his dick coming in and out of me.

—I told you I'm a good lover, Ana, and I'm going to show you how pleasurable anal sex can be.

I drown out a groan with a new movement, and I feel the tip of his finger breaking through, there. My whole body tightens and I feel my orgasm suddenly begin to go away.

—Relax. —he says in a hoarse voice. —Enjoy, I won't put it all in. —he says as he continues to move inside me.

He hasn't put it in, he just circles it and presses lightly on it, putting in just a little bit and then taking it out. Unexpectedly, despite what I imagined I would feel, I feel no pain. He brings his other hand down to my sex and begins to draw circles on my clitoris. This is too much for me. My legs are barely able to hold me. My walls begin to tighten around him once again, he pulls his finger away from my clitoris and clings to my waist, pulling my body towards his.

—God!

The finger continues to draw circles around my anus.

—Are you close?

—Yes! I shout.

At that moment I feel him insert his finger a little bit and I scream again. I don't know if it is pleasure or pain, or both. I am not aware of much when I feel my walls tighten around him even more. The finger begins to come in and out almost as often as his penis as he pulls my body against his.

—Just a little more! —he asks behind me as he continues to charge.

I feel his hand's grip tightening on my waist. I groan and scream audibly as the most devastating orgasm of my life devours me completely. I feel like my legs are going to fail me at any moment when I feel him groaning audibly. He pulls his finger out and clings to my body as he move a few more times before dropping down on me.

I can feel his heart beating frantically.

I can feel my pulse racing even between my legs. And I am barely aware of what just happened. I cannot move. I don't want to move, even though he has me completely immobilized with his body and bandage.

—Let me untie you. —he says to me as he comes out of me.

I quickly feel his body separating from mine. And his hands quickly undo the knot in my wrists and then rub them lightly before untying the blindfold. I turn and rest on the bed with my eyes closed.

—Are you all right? —he asks as he drops next to me on the bed and slides a finger across my belly in a circle.

—Hum. —I can't talk.

—Can we talk about what just happened? —he says as I open my eyes.

I turn to him. His eyes stare at me wondering what I'm thinking.

—Why did you do it? —is all I can think of to ask him.

—You told me I could do anything to you.

—But I specified, not that.

—You didn't like it? —he asks, and I can't talk. I can't answer him, because I actually enjoyed it. —Ana! What did you feel?

—I don't know. I wasn't supposed to feel pleasure. —I tell him quietly.

—And what were you supposed to feel? Pain?

I am silent again, not knowing what to say.

—I see that you have a bad reference when it comes to sex. —I just stare at him because he's right. —Anal sex is not something you do at first, it takes preparation if you want it to be pleasurable, otherwise you will never enjoy it and it will be painful. —he says as he now slides his hand across my cheek.

—Have you done it? —I don't know why, I know what his answer will be. With all that he knows.

He just smiles at me. That enigmatic smile that hides secrets. So I can only assume that yes, he has done it.

—I must go to the club. —he says to me as he gets out of bed.

He picks up the knotted condom from the floor, the wraps and his clothes.

—Good night, Ana. —he says as he leaves my room, closing the door behind him.

And there I stay for I don't know how long looking at the ceiling. I can't move from the bed. I've only been having sex for 24 hours. Sex that I never imagined I would ever enjoy. And I think I'm getting addicted.

Not to sex.

To him.

I suddenly sit up in bed feeling a slight pain in my ass. But I ignore it as I run out of the room.

—Christian! —I yell at him when I get to the room.

He is leaving his room and stares at me up and down as I breathe heavily, now for a very different reason.

—Do you need anything?

—Yes. You told me I can't fuck anyone else but you. —I don't know why I repeat his exact words, I don't usually talk like this.

—Yes.—he looks at me with an eyebrow.

—I want that to apply equally to you. —he smiles at me.

—Jealous? —I don't answer because I don't really know why I told him. —You don't have to worry about that, Ana. As long as our agreement lasts, I won't touch any other woman but you. —he says as he leaves.

I'm naked and stunned in the middle of the room. His answer hasn't reassured me much. He said he wouldn't touch any woman. That doesn't mean he won't look at any of them.

Why am I thinking about this so much?

I feel my cell phone ringing and I go out to look for it. I don't know why I think it must be Kate. But it isn't. It's an unknown number.

—Yes.

—Miss Adams, this is the detective in charge of the investigation of what happened in your apartment.

—Did you catch her yet? —That's the first thing I thought to ask.

—No, we haven't located her yet. I'm calling to let you know that you can get your car back at the impound lot.

It's about time I got it back.

—What about my belongings?

—Not yet. We'll let you know as soon as we're done with the crime scene so you can get your apartment back.

—Thank you for keeping me informed.

—We will let you know of any progress in the investigation. —and hang up.

Well, at least I can get my car back now.

As I'm walking to my room my phone rings in my hand, it's Kate. I answer it immediately. I have no idea what she wants at this hour or what else she wants to talk about, because I think at lunch we've covered all the issues regarding my return to a sexually active life.

—Are you alone? —she asks as I frown.

—Christian just left for the club. —I answer as I arrive in the room.

—Dinner already?

—Yes —I don't know why there are so many questions.

—Well, open the door and I'll be right up. —she says before hanging up.

Shit!

I stare at the bed, it's a mess, I don't think I have time to make it before Kate arrives.

—Ana! —I feel her knocking on the door.

So I opt for the most urgent thing right now. Getting dressed.

—I'm coming! —I yell at her as I dive into the closet.

I find a T-shirt with straps and a short. I don't have time to look for panties. I put everything on quickly, close the door to my room and run to the door. I open the door with heavy breathing.

—Were you running?

—I was getting dressed. —I tell her as she enters the apartment.

The first thing I notice is the bottles of wine she's holding. I look up and see her raising an eyebrow.

—Don't you have anything to do in your apartment?

—Change of plans, Elliot had an emergency at the hospital.

—Aha. And you decided to spend the night with me.

—Of course, nothing like a girls' night out without anyone or anything bothering us.

—Sure. —I tell her as I close the door.

—Besides, at lunch you gave me a lot of evasions and I know that with two or three glasses of wine you will tell me everything. —she says to me as she walks to the kitchen and looks for two glasses.

She is right. Not only that after two glasses my tongue will loosen up more and my brain will stop retaining information, but also that I gave her the runaround.

—Let's go to the terrace. —she says to me while I follow her obediently.

We each sit on one end of the white sofa on the terrace. Kate opens the bottle of wine and pours into both glasses. She takes hers and gives her a sip before starting her interrogation.

—Well, are you going to start talking or do I have to get the information out of you?

—Talk about what? —I ask her playing dumb while I take my glass and sip it.

—About how many orgasms he's given you so far.

I change my mind. I drink the whole glass in one gulp. I think I'm going to need the wine after all for the conversation we're going to have.