—So, am I a beast in bed? —he asks me as we walk to the door of my apartment.
—Not only in bed, but out of it too. Especially out of it. —I answer with a smile.
—And do you like my ass?
—I think that point has been made clear today. —I smile at him as we stop in front of my door.
—You know my ass belongs to you and you can touch it, bite it or do whatever you want with it. —he whispers seductively. —But don't do it again in class.
—That was just to make it clear to whom you belong. —I reply with a smile.
—I forgot to mention that this Saturday is my mother's charity gala. I'd like you to join me.
—It would be my pleasure.
—On the contrary, it will be my pleasure to carry the most beautiful woman on my arm.
—What should I wear?
—I have the perfect dress for you in my apartment. — it's kind of strange that he doesn't insist that I stay with him.
—I'd have to try it on to see how it fits. Will you pick me up Saturday morning? —I'm trying on strength here.
Christian squints at me. It would be two days without being together. But he must understand that I need my personal space too, and sometimes a woman needs to have some time to herself.
—Can we have dinner tomorrow? —I don't think he'll last that long away from me. And honestly, I don't think I can either. So I have to give in a little.
—We can order some pizzas and open a bottle of wine. —I suggest as he walks over to me and backs me up against the wall.
He places one leg between mine, spreading me open and pressing his knee against my sex. I let out a moan and bite my lower lip. He pulls his knee away, slides his hands to my waist and presses his body against mine.
—You'll miss all of this tonight. —he says as he tugs on my buttocks and presses my body against his, letting me feel his erection. —Are you sure you don't want to feel this buried in you?
I can't answer him. I'm not sure of anything when he touches me, or when he speaks to me in that seductive tone that drives me crazy. So since I've lost all connection with my brain, I can only nod like an idiot.
—That means my plans for your mouth are postponed. —he smiles at me as he slides a finger across my lips. —I'll see you tomorrow at dinner. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, you just make sure you're present and look beautiful. —he replies before stealing a kiss and disappearing down the hall.
I stand there for a while processing what just happened. And I still don't understand anything. He took it very well that I didn't stay with him. I walk into the apartment still on shaky legs and find Kate sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand.
—How long have you been there? —I squint.
—Not long. —she answers, lost in thought. —But long enough to hear something about dinner and an indecent proposal.
I can't believe she heard that. Suddenly I can feel my cheeks burning and I quickly sit down on the couch next to her, drop the gym bag on the floor next to me, and try not to let her notice my slight blush.
—So, you were eavesdropping?
— It was just a coincidence, I didn't know you were going back to the apartment, I thought you were staying there again. Wine? —she asks as I nod and she gets up from the couch and heads for the kitchen.
—Believe me, Christian insisted that I stay and I wanted to. —Kate returns, sits down next to me and offers me a glass of wine.
—And what happened?
—I don't know Kate. I just feel our relationship is moving too fast and I don't want to be overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings for Christian.
—Did you explain it to him yet?
—Not in those exact words, but yes. And I'm worried that he's taking it so calmly.
—What do you mean?
I take a sip of my wine before continuing to speak.
—Christian is very intense, and he's not a man who takes no for an answer.
—He's a dominant person.
—I wouldn't categorize him as such. He's more like someone who has been used to being in control for too long. And now that he's in this situation, he doesn't know what to do.
—You haven't seen any specialists?
—We are looking at one that we hope will help him solve his problems.
— I hope I can help you and that you can be happy with him Ana, you deserve it.
—Thank you. —I put the cup aside and hugged Kate. —You're a good friend, the best I've ever had. —I can't help it, a sob escapes me.
—Are you crying?
—No. I'm a little emotional. —I pull away from her and wipe away my tears. —Shall we order pizza? —I ask her as I reach for the phone.
—Yes, I don't feel like cooking today. So, Christian is coming for dinner tomorrow.
—Yes. You can ask Elliot to come, so the four of us can do it together.
—I'll do it. 8:00pm? —she asks as I nod my head.
—Yes, I'm going to order the pizzas and take a bath. —I answer as I pick up my bag and head to my room with the phone.
As soon as I'm naked, in the small shared bathroom, I miss the comforts of the apartment I shared with Christian. There is nothing I would want more right now than a relaxing soak in a tub. But I'm not about to give up my convictions for a more spacious bathroom. So I quickly bathe and sit in the living room with Kate. A few minutes later, we're wolfing down pizzas and laughing at the top of our lungs while watching an episode of Friends.
Later that night I'm lying in my bed going through the messages Christian has left me. I can't help but start laughing to myself as I read.
—"You're sure you don't want to come with me, the bathtub is delicious." —I imagine it must be.
I reply to his first message and move on to the next.
— "I haven't been able to have dinner, because I only see you on the marble countertop." —I totally get it, that's the reason I left the other apartment, because I saw him everywhere.
—"Dinner was lousy. Even eating something as simple as a pizza makes me think of you." —I laugh again because he's sounding like how I feel.
His next message took several hours, this one was barely half an hour ago.
— "I'm seriously thinking about getting a dog to keep me company." —and it's the one I find most amusing.
And at that very moment the phone vibrates in my hand and pings, alerting me to an incoming message.
—"I only know how much I miss you when you're not with me." —I drop the phone on the bed.
His words have hit me, and I don't know how to feel about it. I pick up the phone again and dial his number. He answers instantly.
—Hello stranger. —I can feel the smile in the tone of his voice.
—Did you miss me? —I ask curiously.
—More than I should. —His words stir something inside me. —What are you doing?
—Getting ready for bed.
—Are you naked?
—You know very well I don't sleep naked. —except when I stay at his apartment, I don't have time to get dressed.
—If you lived with me, you would spend most of your time naked. —he says suggestively.
—If I lived with you, I wouldn't need to attend kick boxing classes to stay in shape.
— You see, even you, know the benefits of living with a beast like me.
—Of course I do. —I answer him with a smile at the nickname he has given himself.
—First of all, I would give you protection, even though you have shown me that you know how to defend yourself. —I smile remembering that I have already hit him, Christian continues. —I would offer you all the massages you need, whenever you need it and wherever you need it. —that sounded very suggestive. I need one right now, but I'm not going to tell him. —And I would be ready for you 24/7 to satisfy all your sexual fantasies, from the most innocent, to the most perverted. —mmm, that sounds tempting indeed and his words are starting to have an effect on me. —But unfortunately, you're not here with me, so we'll have to leave your fantasies for another time.
—What you just told me sounds tempting indeed, and it's made me hot.
—Really? What are you wearing?
This is something I've never done before. Phone sex. I don't know what to do, or say. But I think Christian does have experience in this, or at least that's what he's leading me to believe.
—Phone sex, really?
—I've never done it, in case you're wondering, but I thought it would be fun.
He's never done it? This is something new for him too then.
—Fun? —how can it be fun when we're miles apart?
—Have you ever done it? —he asks me seductively.
—No.
If they couldn't make me orgasm on top of me, much less would they do it over the phone.
—Let yourself go, then, and play along.
—Okay.
—What are you wearing? —he asks me again.
—A tank top and panties. —I answer as my heartbeat quickens.
—Nothing else? What kind of panties?
—The kind you like to tear. —I admit with a smile.
—Mmm, if I were there right now, you wouldn't have them on anymore.
I turn on the speakerphone, put the phone aside. And then I quickly take off my panties. And then a prank occurs to me. I pick up the phone again, take a picture of the panties in my hand and send it to Christian.
—I sent you a picture. —I tell him as I hold back laughter.
—Tempting. I would have been much happier to slowly pull them down your legs and then taste you very, very slowly, to see how wet you are.
My goodness!
How is it possible that just talking to me makes me completely wet. This is something I will never understand. The power he has over me.
—But since I'm not there, we'll have fun some other way. Find the gift I gave you and open it.
—I'm going to get it.
I quickly jump out of bed. I don't know why I didn't imagine that what Christian had given me would have anything to do with sex. With him, everything revolves around sex and pleasure. I quickly open the bag, take out the case and jump back onto the bed anxious to see its contents.
And like a little girl sitting under the Christmas tree, waiting to find out what his presents are, I quickly open mine. Of all the toys Christian could give me, I wasn't expecting this one.