I am now much more nervous than before. I know what goes on in the club, much more exactly what goes on in the VIPs. And the only experience I have of that place was extremely exciting.
Christian intertwines his hand with mine and leads me through the club to the dance floor.
—Shall we dance? —he asks as he smiles slightly at me and stops under the lights and in the crowd.
—I thought you didn't like to attract attention.
—It's not me everyone is looking at tonight. —he says as he takes my hands, places them around his neck and pulls me close to his body. —You look stunning.
—Thank you, someone has good taste. —I reply with a smile as I admire again the dress I've put on.
—I'll tell her.
—Didn't you choose the clothes? —I ask, eager to know who did.
He brings his lips close to my ear.
—Just what you're wearing underneath. —he says, making me faint in his arms. —You'll have to thank my assistant shopper for the rest.
—I'm starting to feel anxious to know what we're going to do, besides dancing.
—All in good time, first let me make one point clear. —he says as I feel his hands slide from my waist to my buttocks and back to my waist again.
—I don't understand you. —I tell him as we move around the dance floor.
—You'll understand later. —he says as he brings his lips to mine.
His kiss is sensual, slow and embracing. A kiss that promises much more tonight. I feel his tongue asking for permission and I let him explore my mouth willingly. A few seconds later he suddenly pulls away leaving me wanting more.
—I think it's time for us to go upstairs. —he says as he takes my hand in his.
It's been exactly a week since I was last here. Since that night when our relationship changed completely. Since he showed me what my body is capable of, without me even realizing it. I never thought we'd be back.
Christian leads me up the stairs and then into his office.
—Sit down and wait for me for a moment. —he asks me as I sit down on the seat in front of his desk.
—Will you tell me what we came for? —I ask him before he leaves the office.
—I already told you, I'm going to give you control, but first I need to know something. —he says as he walks out of the office leaving me alone.
He had already told me, but I thought he wasn't serious. Then he was. And that changes things a lot. Because Christian wants me to do something I promised I would never do again, even though I have done it with him on several occasions.
The door opens a few minutes later and Christian walks in with a huge smile on his face.
—Everything is ready. —he says as he holds out his hand for me to stand up.
—I think we should talk first. —I tell him very seriously.
Christian stops smiling and stares at me. Then he walks over to his chair behind the desk and sits down.
—Is something wrong? —he asks me worriedly.
—I don't think we need to be here.
—I don't have everything I need in the apartment to teach you how to take control.
—I don't think you need to teach me how to do that, Christian.
—I don't understand you.
—Remember that day when we were both wet in the shower, when I expected you to take control and you didn't, and neither did I?
—How could I forget.
—There's a reason I don't take control. I hate being in control. I always had to do it in the other relationships I had and I promised myself never to take control again.
—I think we both need to change Ana. I had promised myself to never lose control again. I think we both need to break our codes and promises to become the person we were before the toxic relationships completely damaged us.
—I understand you, but I don't know if I can. When I'm in control I don't feel like myself.
—So far you've done great Ana. Just know that I can take control when I want to, that this is not something you have to do to get satisfaction.
I stare at him as I think about what he is asking me. He is right. I know he can satisfy me. He has proven it to me countless times already.
—I will try, for you, for us, I will try. —I tell him with a smile.
—Then let's go. —he stands up and holds out his hand to me again.
This time I don't refuse and intertwine my hand with his. Several people stop him and greet him along the way. They all look at me and smile at him as he leads me down the hallway that leads to the rooms. He stops in front of room number 1.
I have no idea what's behind it. I've already experienced room 5, but I have no idea what's hiding behind this door. I stare at it. As I feel my hands start to sweat. I am nervous.
—It will just be the two of us, you don't have to worry about that. —he says, answering one of the many questions that haunt my mind.
I don't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Christian knows what it felt like to be in a room full of people having sex.
—Are you ready? —he asks me without opening the door.
—Ready. —I tell him in a firm voice.
I'm not going to be afraid now. I wasn't the other time. Besides, everything is different now. I trust Christian blindly. I know he won't hurt me. He slowly opens the door and leads me inside.
I take two steps into the room and stop, admiring everything around me. The room is perfectly lit. I wasn't expecting any of this. I expected to find the huge four-poster bed sitting in the corner of the room. I expected the accessories hanging from it.
But it never crossed my mind to find what dominates the center of the room. A huge Jacuzzi that could fit up to 10 people. That, I did not expect it and it was quite a surprise for me.
—A Jacuzzi?
—Is that what caught more your attention here? —he asks behind my back as he pushes my hair0 to one side and whispers in my ear.
—The bed has taken a back seat. —I answer him as I feel his smile behind me and his lips slide down my neck.
—I want to possess you in every way possible Ana. But today I will hand over control of everything to you, so you will make the decisions on everything we do.
—We couldn't do it in your apartment, I remember you have a huge tub in the bathroom. —he smiles against my skin.
—First of all, I don't have all the accessories that are here in my apartment. And secondly, a tub wouldn't be the same as this Jacuzzi. Don't you want to take me in the Jacuzzi? —just hearing him say what he wants me to do to him makes my breath quicken.
—Yes. — I answer in a gasp as he bites down lightly on my neck. —But we didn't have dinner, I don't know if I have enough energy for everything I have in mind to do to you.
—You can always enjoy the dessert that's prepared there. —he says pointing to one end of the room where there is a cart with several covered trays.
He takes my hand and leads me to the bed, stopping at the foot of it. He turns me around and looks at me carefully.
—I love what you are wearing. That dress fits you perfectly. —and he hasn't seen what I look like in the outfit I'm wearing underneath.
—I'm supposed to be in control, right?
—Exactly.
—Well, then why don't you start by undressing. —I tell him as I sit on the edge of the bed and lean my arms back. —Very slowly. —I tell him without taking my eyes off him. —I'm waiting. —I smile at him.
Christian smiles at me and moves a little away from me. He walks over to an armchair, takes off his jacket and places it perfectly on it. He turns to me again as he folds the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. At no time does he take his eyes off my body. I have no idea what he is thinking as he looks at me like that, but today I don't think he can do much since I am in charge.
He walks in my direction again and stops in front of me without taking his eyes off my legs and body.
—I'm ready.
—What for? —I don't understand anything at all.
—For you. —he says, sliding his tongue across his sensual lips.
I feel my belly tighten. I know what that tongue is capable of. I get up from the bed and move closer to him. I bring my hands to his shoulders and slide them down his shirt until I slowly undo his buttons one by one and leave his shirt open. I slide my hands from his chest and down his abdomen as I bite my lower lip. His muscles tense at my touch and then I pull my hands away.
—Much better. —I push him, causing him to fall back onto the bed.
Christian laughs, letting himself be carried away by the situation. It's not going too badly so far.
—I think I need to get undressed.— I tell him as he leans back on his arms on the bed to get a better look at me. —Very slowly.
And like so many times already, I stand frozen watching him as he watches me like the dangerous predator I know he is.
I bring my hands to the right side where the zipper of the dress is. And without taking my eyes off his, I begin to slowly pull it down. The sound of the smooth sliding of the zipper echoes in the room mingling with my accelerated breathing. As soon as I reach the end I start sliding the sleeves down my shoulders slowly and then slowly let it fall to the floor.
—Fuck!
He curses loudly as I'm left alone with the lingerie set he's bought for me. I smile at him as I watch the expression on his face of pure lust and desire.
As I watch him, my gaze shifts to one of the covered trays on the side of the bed. And I wonder, what is there? But I also see the set of leather handcuffs hanging from the bedposts.
I walk over to Christian and smile at him.
—You have too many clothes on. —I tell him pulling his shirt towards me.
He just laughs as he sits on the edge of the bed and lets me do whatever I want. I pull his shirt off and throw it on the floor. I don't care if it gets wrinkled afterwards. I can see his gaze wander all over my body. He reaches his hands up to my waist, but I hit him gently, making him pull them away.
—I didn't tell you to touch me. —I tell him with a smile.
I take his hands in mine and make him stand up. And then I start to unbutton his pants and then pull them down his legs. By the time the pants reach the floor, Christian has already gotten rid of his shoes, I don't know how.
I push him off and he falls back down sitting on the edge of the bed while laughing loudly. He's going to laugh in a few seconds. I pull his pants down his legs and lay them on the floor with the rest of his clothes. I have him at my mercy in just his boxers.
—Can you close your eyes? Or can I blindfold you?
—I can close them, I promise not to peek.
—Okay. Close your eyes Christian.
He does as I ask and I quickly turn him around on the bed. I reach for one of the handcuffs on one of the posts at the head of the bed. To my surprise these have the long strap. Perfect for my purpose. I grab it with one hand and with the other I pull Christian's arm up over his head. Christian frowns but doesn't open his eyes. I bring the handcuff to his wrist and place it in place, making a sound as I close them.
—What are you planning? —he asks without opening his eyes.
—I'm still thinking about it. —I answer with a smile as I go for the other handcuff and repeat the same thing.
I have him at my mercy.