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birdsandstars

—You can open your eyes now.

Christian stares at me. And then he watches what I did with him.

—And I was going to train you in the art of control. —he says, trying to move his hands, but he can't.

—I must say I'm excited about what I can do to you, I've never done anything like this before.

—You've never had a man handcuffed to a bed all to yourself?

—You bet I haven't. —I replied with a smile. —Now let's see what's on the tray.

I break away from him and move with a determined step towards the covered tray. I uncover it. I raise an impressed eyebrow to see what's underneath. A bowl with melted chocolate, a jar of whipped cream and another bowl with strawberries.

I stare at everything not knowing where to start. Although I think I should start with the chocolate and get even for what he did to me with the syrup. I grab the bowl with the chocolate, a spoon and walk over to where he is. I stop in front of him as I dip the spoon into the chocolate and bring it to my lips.

—Mmm. Delicious! —I moan, closing my eyes and savoring the chocolate.

By now, he must be imagining what my intentions are. I fill the spoon and bring it to his shoulder without taking my eyes off his. And I drop the chocolate down his shoulder. It slowly slides down his chest and I quickly bring my mouth closer when it's reaching his abs. As soon as my tongue makes contact with his skin, Christian lets out a moan.

I smile knowing I am powerful and slide my tongue slowly following the path the chocolate has traced. When I'm done, I pull my mouth away from his body and look into his eyes.

—What did you think of that? —I ask him as I dip the spoon back into the chocolate and load it, ready to pour it back on him.

—I never thought I'd say this, but. that was fucking exciting!

I know that. And I can also see that he's not lying to me. I can see that his breathing has quickened. His chest rises and falls with a cadence now slightly faster than before.

—And I'm just getting started. —I tell him with a smile. —I have a plan for this. —I tell him, pointing to the chocolate and pouring it on his abs.

I cover them completely and then separate from him to admire my work. It's perfect. Now that's a delicious chocolate tablet. I stare down at his crotch for a second. Maybe the chocolate popsicle for another time. I can't eat the whole dessert in the same day either. And Christian, right now, is a delicious dessert that I plan to devour slowly. I will not stop until I have satiated my desire for him.

I walk over to him and carefully straddle his legs as I smile at him.

—When I am done with all the chocolate…—I lean forward, bring my mouth close to his belly again and give him a lick. —You'll wish... —another pause and another lick across his chocolate tablet, literally. —Not to have... —this time I take a small bite. —relinquished control to me.

I don't stop anymore. I can feel his gasps and moans escape his lips. Never before when I've been in control have I felt this way. I'm not doing this for sexual gratification, which was basically why I was doing it. I'm doing this because Christian asked me to. And despite what I thought, it doesn't feel the same. I don't feel forced to do it so that I can feel sexually satisfied.

I'm doing them because I want to, because I have feelings for him. And yes, why not, because I love him. And when you love someone you would do anything that person asks you to do to make them happy. I just hope that this happiness and these feelings, are reciprocated. I don't think my heart, my mind and my soul will resist if he doesn't share the same feelings as me.

Will he ever tell me how he feels about me?

I know he wants me, I do too. But this strong, beautiful, complicated man needs to be much more open about his feelings. I think he needs to learn to express them properly.

And then reality hits me like a speeding train. Only a person in love could make the sacrifice that I imagine it means for him to put himself in this position that he has ceded to me today. For a person who is used to always being in control, it can't be easy to give it up.

And he has done it without even a second thought. I know it takes mutual trust, but there must also be that overriding feeling that makes you feel that you are with the right person. That it's time to take the plunge. That no matter the consequences, that person will be there for you. That when you need them, they will be there for you.

And that is exactly what has happened. Christian has crossed that border and hasn't even realized he's done it. And this only makes me smile wider. I already know what his feelings for me are, even if he hasn't confessed them to me. I'm not going to force him to confess to me something he's not yet willing to admit to. I'll let him figure it out for himself in his own time. Just as he did with me.

I don't leave his body until all the chocolate is gone from his abdomen. Only then do I admire my work. It is perfectly clean.

—I think you're ready.

I stand up, take the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of chocolate and straddle him again. Beneath me, his erection throbbing with desire, seeking attention that, for the moment, I will not give him. I set the bowl of strawberries aside. I pick one up and dip it in the chocolate.

—Do you like them? —I ask him while showing him the strawberry from which the melted chocolate is dripping.

—I love them! —he says as I watch him lick his lips eager to taste mine.

Over the time we've been together, I've gotten to know him perfectly. And I know that Christian's least desire right now is to eat chocolate strawberries. What he really wants is to devour me. In any way he can.

—Then let me feed you. —I tell him sensually as I bring the strawberry to his lips.

As I do so, some chocolate drops, which I will take care of later, fall on his torso. Christian bites into the strawberry and the juice begins to run down his chin. When I remove the strawberry from his mouth, chocolate stains the corner of his lips.

—Wait. —I tell him, setting the strawberry aside.

I bring my face close to his and slide my tongue along the corner of his lips, removing the chocolate stain. His beard is starting to come out and tickles against my tongue and my skin making it sensitive.

—You're enjoying this, aren't you?

—Of course I am. I've always wanted to do this. —I tell him as I slide my tongue again along the corner of his lips and he lets out a laugh.

But what has impressed me most of all is that he hasn't even struggled. He's pretty calm for the first time he's relinquished control to someone. Which makes me suspect that he's given up control before, and this isn't the first time he's done it.

—Have you ever been handcuffed before?

—No. This is the first time I have been. —he answers me honestly.

—Not even in your years of practicing BDSM?

—Just because I practiced BDSM, doesn't mean I've been in the submissive position Ana. I have never been in that position.

—Yet you haven't even struggled.

—If there is one thing I have learned, it is that when you struggle, it is because you are not totally sure of what you are doing. When you have insecurity or don't have total confidence in the person to whom you are handing over control, they also tend to do it.

I see that Christian has quite a bit of experience with this.

—So, do you trust me?

—With my eyes closed, you know. Otherwise I wouldn't be giving you control to do what you want with me.

I think he's right.

—So enjoy it while you can, because as soon as you release me I'm going to give you a little taste of domination.

His comment just left me intrigued and anxious.

—Haven't you already?

—Baby, you've only known bondage in different forms and some sex toys, you have no idea what domination is.

And for a second I consider releasing him and letting him take control again and show me what he can do in a room full of all kinds of sex toys and accessories. But it's not going to work his strategy. He's the one who taught me what I know about sex, pleasure and seduction. And I plan to put it into practice right now. I'm not going to stop until I leave him so exhausted that he can't even get out of bed.

But then I remember where we are and it occurs to me that anyone can come in here, and I don't want anyone to interrupt us.

—Can anyone come into this room?

—I locked it as soon as we entered so that no one would interrupt us. In addition, I informed them that I did not want any interruptions.

—Perfect then. —I answer with a smile as I get out of bed. —I was planning on you undressing me, or tearing my clothes, but since plans have changed, I'd better get rid of these clothes. —I begin to slowly remove my lingerie set as Christian looks in my direction. —Don't look away for a second.

—I'm not going to. —I can see the desire in his eyes as I get rid of all the clothes I'm wearing.

When I'm done I go back to him and straddle his body again. Below me, his hard dick still trapped in his boxers, he's begging for attention.

I take another strawberry from the bowl, bring it to my mouth and bite into it letting the juice run down my chin. I close my eyes as I savor it and feel the juice run between my breasts.

—Mmm. That juice must be delicious between your breasts.

I open my eyes and look at him with a raised eyebrow.

—Let's see if you're right.

I rub the bitten strawberry across my hardened nipples and then all over my breast. And then I lean forward and offer them to him. Christian slides his tongue across them first before sucking and biting gently. I let out a moan of pure desire and pull away from him.

—I think that's enough. —I smile at him as I rub myself against his cock before moving my hands to his boxers.

I step off his body and pull them down his legs and set them aside. His penis is hard and ready for action. I slide my tongue across my lips unconsciously. But I'm dying to taste him with chocolate on top.

—I know what you're thinking Ana. —I stare at him as Christian smiles at me.

—How could you possibly know? —I ask curiously.

—You forget that I know you better than you know yourself. Every gesture you make, every look, every movement of your body. I know everything about you. And I know you want to taste me covered in chocolate. —he really knows me well. —And you know what, I'm not going to stop you.

It's not like he can do that when he's handcuffed to the bed. But not today, I think that's enough chocolate for one day.

—You're not going to use anything in the room? —he asks me with a frown.

—I don't know how to use anything in here, that's your field, not mine. But I do know what to do with something in particular. —I tell him as I stroke his cock gently and Christian lets out a moan.

—I know you know how to use it properly. Do you want to use it in the Jacuzzi? —I hadn't thought of that, but I like having him submissive to me for once. —You can handcuff me there too if you want, so you'll be in control at all times.

I turn my eyes towards the Jacuzzi, I wasn't expecting that. That's something I've never done, not with Christian, not with anyone. Wet sex. Our bodies wet, skin to skin. The bath in the tub at his apartment, it had been just that, a relaxing bath while he massaged my shoulders and caressed me, nothing more.

But I know all too well what can happen in that Jacuzzi. I direct my gaze to his cuffed hands and back to the jacuzzi. I want, once and for all, to demonstrate the level of trust that exists between the two of us. So, without further thought, I get up from the bed and uncuff his hands. Christian stares at me while rubbing his wrists.

—Well, in the Jacuzzi it is. —he says as he gets out of bed.

I love to see him walk around naked. It's quite a show. And my eyes, I don't know why, get stuck on his ass cheeks as he moves around the room on his way to the jacuzzi.

—I know you like my ass. —he says to me as he reaches the jacuzzi and climbs in, depriving me of the view of his sculpted naked body.

Okay, that wasn't fair. But I know him and I know he did it on purpose. And I think I'm going to get even for it.