Chpt. 12 APOV:
"Hi" Christian says breathlessly as he lays down next to me.
"Hi" I reply.
"I missed you" he admits. "I missed this."
"Me too" I agree. "It's been a rough couple of days."
"Let's get washed up and grab some dinner, then you can tell me about it" he suggests.
"You may need to carry me to the bathroom" I joke. "I don't know that my legs can hold me."
"My pleasure" he suddenly picks me up bridal style taking me into the attached bathroom.
"Christian, I was joking!" I laugh.
He sets me down just outside the shower before he turns the water on and gestures me into the shower stall. We take a quick shower together in which Christian washes every inch of my body even my hair leaving me feeling pampered and relaxed. As we step out of the shower he dries me off and puts a short silk robe on me. I'm wearing nothing beneath the robe as I did not bring any clothes unsure if the expectation is that I would spend the night or return to my apartment after our scene. We walk down to the enormous kitchen and I'm pleased to discover that no one else seems to be in the penthouse tonight. The robe is not necessarily see through but certainly does leave little to the imagination. Christian takes a dish out of the fridge, heating us a vegetable pasta dish that his housekeeper must have made earlier today.
"Tell me about your week" Christian requests.
"I fired the guy who hacked into my email account which I told you about" I begin. "The rest of the week was spent going through his stuff and trying to figure out where he stored all his files. We have instituted a new back up process in which all information is now stored on a central server however that didn't make our jobs any easier this week. It was a lot of long days and late nights."
"How did he react to being fired?" Christian asks.
"He of course denied everything despite the proof" I answer. "He threatened to take the authors that he has signed with him to another publisher however I reminded him of the contract he signed a matter of weeks ago that prohibited him from doing that."
"That was a very smart move on your behalf," Christian compliments.
"Thanks," I say shyly.
"What are your plans for the weekend?" Christian asks.
"I fly out to New York tomorrow to tie up a few lose ends with the office out there" I answer.
"You're going back to New York?" He asks surprised.
"Only for a few days, I should be back my mid-week the latest" I reassure.
"What time is your flight tomorrow?" he inquires.
"Not until two" I answer.
"Will you spend the night with me?" he asks shyly.
"I would like that" I smile.
Christian tells me about his work week over the rest of our dinner before we retire with wine to the great room. We continue talking, getting to know each other as the night progresses.
"Ana, how do you feel about our arrangement so far? I know it's still new…"Christian barely looks at me.
"Christian, I've really enjoyed our time together over the last week" I reassure him. "It feels like a nice balance between a sub/dom arrangement and a normal relationship. I enjoyed dinner with you the other night but at the same time I enjoyed our playtime tonight."
"Thank you for being honest. Please, you have to tell me if you feel we are spending too much time in one area of our arrangement or if you need something more. I really want this to work" he admits.
"I do too Christian" I smile. "When I was researching BDSM this is what I was envisioning as the end result. I wanted someone who could take that control over in the bedroom or playroom but was someone I could still talk to or have dinner with. I never wanted just a dom/sub relationship with no contact outside of the playroom like some couples have. I need the emotional piece too."
"Let's go to bed" he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.
"No one has ever shared this bed with me" he says before opening his bedroom door.
In the middle of a room that is probably larger than my living room and master bedroom combined is a large bed covered in a black comforter. While the rest of his apartment looks more like a showcase this is the only room that looks like someone lives here. His bed is made perfectly and there does not appear to be an item out of place anywhere in his room. Beautiful landscape artwork hang on the walls and next to his bed is a small picture of his family. The walls are painted a warm beige, a contrast to the white walls in almost every other room in his apartment.
"You have a gorgeous bedroom Christian" I say in awe.
"Thank you" he replies before turning down the bed.
"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" I glance around trying to determine which door would lead to a bathroom.
"Right through there" he gestures to the door closest to the bed.
I quickly use the bathroom and decide to use his toothbrush to brush my teeth since I don't have one here and didn't bring one with me. Christian's bathroom is easily half the size of his bedroom, complete with a large walk in shower, double sinks and a jetted soaking tub. For someone who has never had a woman in his bedroom this master bath is definitely designed with a woman in mind. Returning to the bedroom, Christian uses the bathroom quickly before laying in the bed.
"I don't have any pajamas with me" I say.
"I know" he smiles.
I walk to the other side of the bed and slip off the robe just before I crawl into the large soft bed next to Christian. I'm completely naked in this bed; the sheets must be very expensive because I have never felt fabric so smooth and soft before. If I had this bed I would never want to get up; how does Christian not stay in bed all day?
"You're too far away" Christian complains so I inch closer to him.
"Closer" he says as I move next to him.
"Better?" I ask as I'm lying next to him.
"No, closer" he smiles pulling me close to him so there is no space between us. "Roll over."
I roll over and he pulls me tight against him so my back is against his chest. He turned the lights off just as I climbed into bed so it is only now that I realize he is also sleeping without clothes on. He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me close to him and I smile at the thought that I am the only woman who has ever shared this with him. I quickly fall asleep in Christian's arms, the exhaustion from this week setting in. As much as I hate flying, I'm looking forward to wrapping things up in New York next week so this move is finalized once and for all. I need to meet with a few of our vendors and the realtor about our space but expect this to be the only trip to New York.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" A scream wakes me from a deep sleep in the middle of the night.
I glance around, noting that it's only two in the morning and the room is still pitch dark. Christian's arm is tighter around me than before and it's at that point that I realize it's Christian who screamed moments ago. He is now holding me tightly, whimpering quietly.
"Mommy….please….help me…." He screams out suddenly.
I have to do something, but I'm not sure the best way to handle the situation. I force myself to turn around so I am facing Christian, which is not easy to do given the tight grip he has on my waist. I gently call his name, but I get no response. I know he does not like this chest and back touched which I can only assume has something to do with the nightmare he is currently trapped in. Not wanting to upset him more I run my hands through his hair and press my lips gently against his. He stops whimpering but doesn't seem to wake up. I wrap my leg around his waist pulling him closer to me without touching his back and I try to deepen the kiss by running my tongue along his lips as I hold his head against mine. I feel him tense around me just as he gasps into my mouth, he seems to have woken up from his nightmare. He doesn't say anything but his hands run all over my body as if trying to reinforce that I am truly next to him in the bed and that he isn't still trapped in his nightmare. I don't stop kissing him or holding him close to me; I'm not sure what he needs now but given how tightly he is holding me he seems to need to be close to me.
After a few moments, Christian's tongue joins mine in exploration as he pulls me close to him. His hand finds my breast as he massages it and I feel his erection beginning to respond against my sex. He alternates between pinching and rubbing my nipple, I find myself incredibly turned on by his sudden change in demeanor. Moments ago he was clinging to me as if his life depended on it and now without words he is conveying how much he needs to be close to me. His erection continues to rub against my clit as I feel my juices coating him. He gently pulls me on top of him, his lips never leaving mine as he pushes down against my hips. He easily slides into me causing me to gasp into his mouth at the sudden welcomed full feeling. I put my hands on the bed next to his head, remember not to touch his chest, lifting myself up enough just to rock against him. I slowly move against him, feeling him move in and out of me as his hands guide my motions. After a few moments I increase the pace just as his mouth finds my breast and he sucks hard on my nipple. His hands are grasping my ass hard urging me to follow the pace he wants.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" I moan as he bites my nipple gently.
He pulls my lips to his a he holds my ass in mid thrust. He bends he knees and starts thrusting into me, slow at first and then increasing he in pace. The pace is different tonight; it's not hard and fast but more slow and deep. Even when he increases the pace it doesn't compare to some of our previous scenes; tonight seems more about him wanting to feel closer to me than about a release. Even with the slower pace, the orgasm approaches quickly and I find myself on the edge.
"Christian….Oh God…."I moan.
"Come when you can baby, I got you" he says.
This side of Christian is different; he is less controlling and domineering. My breath hitches at his term of endearment but he continues thrusting in and out of me deeply bringing me back to reality. I pull myself slightly above him so Christian's angle changes deep inside of me bringing the orgasm right to the surface. Recognizing my need, Christian's mouth quickly finds my nipple and he sucks it hard in his mouth.
"CHRISTIAN!" I scream as the orgasm rips through me.
"ANA!" Christian calls out finding his release still deep inside of me.
I collapse on his chest as he continues gently moving in and out of me, riding out our orgasms just a little bit longer. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him as our breathing returns to normal. I gasp slightly at the realization that I am laying against his chest and that when I was on top of him my chest was often touching his. I don't say anything, unsure if he realizes this and not wanting to force him to answer any questions he is uncomfortable with.
"Thank you" he whispers kissing me on the forehead.
He rolls us over so we are both lying on our sides facing each other without breaking our strongly. The look in his eyes is clear; he is begging me not to ask about the nightmare, not to ask why he needed to feel me so close to him. I try to convey to him that I'm here for him without words and settle on kissing him passionately as I run my fingers through his hair. He sighs in contentment, wrapping his arm around my tightly before closing his eyes to go back to sleep. My leg remains wrapped around his waist holding him close to me. I'm a little surprised that he is going back to sleep so quickly and while still inside of me but I don't question it; this must be something he needs right now. Even though as a dom he is supposed to take care of me, I want him to know that when we are not in the playroom I am capable of taking care of him when he needs it. I wrap my arm around his waist, holding him close to me and quickly fall asleep.
I wake several hours later feeling uncomfortable; despite being exhausted I force myself to wake up. Christian is sound asleep next to me, holding me tightly against him which is when I realize what is causing the slightly uncomfortable, slightly odd feeling. Christian has remained inside of me the entire time we were sleeping and now it seems he is getting hard again. Having never experienced this before, I realize it's more of an odd feeling than uncomfortable. Since I was sleeping I obviously wasn't turned on and my body wasn't ready for sex however his body obviously is. I don't think he is fully erect yet, but I can tell he will be there soon as I can feel him continuing to grow inside of me. I don't know if I should wake him up but as I try to move he pulls me tighter against him. I doubt he realizes it but as he pulls me closer to him he pushes me down onto him further so he is deeper inside of me. I am surprised as my body starts to react to this, my breath hitching as my sex tightens around him. This must register with him finally because he again pulls me closer to him this time pushing his up so his now fully erect member is deep within me.
"Good Morning" he says gently thrusting himself into me.
"Hmmmmmmmm….morning" I moan as my lips find his.
His hand finds my breast, massaging it and pinching my nipple as he continues to move in and out of me slowly. Despite the orgasm only hours ago and thinking my body wasn't ready for sex moments ago, I find myself immediately responds to his touch as I feel my juices flow. He sucks on my lips as his hand finds my ass, urging me to move myself against him. Understanding his need, my leg pulls him closer to me as I begin to slowly ride his erection thrusting myself up and down on him.
"Don't stop" he moans. "You feel so good."
Without warning he flips us over, so like last night I am on top of him and again I place my arms next to his head on the bed. He grasps my hips firmly, pushing me down harder and deeper against him with a faster pace. I am moaning loudly as my body is once again on the verge of an orgasm but he doesn't let up.
"Don't come….not yet…." He instructs.
UGH! I'm so close, how can he ask me to hold it? My lips find his once again as I fight to hold off the orgasm; his mouth immediately attacks mine as soon as it is within reach. He lifts me up, slightly above him and holds my hips in place. He slowly moves himself in and out of me; I'm higher than I was last night which allows him to pull almost all the way out before he slams back into me.
"Oh God….." I moan.
"Tell me what you need" he commands.
"I need to come….please….I'm so close" I beg.
"What do you need to come?" he teases.
"Fuck me….please….fuck me" I scream.
"I thought that's what I was doing" he says as he pulls all the way out and suddenly slams into me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I moan. "Yes….please more."
He pulls out slowly and slams into me hard. He repeats this pattern several times, always pulling out slowly before slamming into me.
"Yes…Oh God….I'm close" I moan.
"Not yet" he says lifting me off of him.
I whimper in disappointment and frustration as I suddenly feel empty. I lift myself up giving him a look which causes him to smile before kissing me deeply.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet" he laughs.
"Christian" I whine. "You're not being very fair."
I try to shamelessly grind my sex against his erection but he holds my hips still. He pulls himself up and moves so he is sitting against the headboard of his bed. He motions for me to come closer to him clearly wanting a change in position. I slowly crawl towards him, still on my knees from when abruptly pulled out of me when my orgasm was so close. Just as I reach him, I catch him by surprise taking his rock hard erection still coated with my juices into my mouth. He gasps in surprise as I take him in deep, swallowing him as he hits the back of my mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh Ana" he moans. "Please I want you."
Surprised at his words, I swallow him one more time before straddling him guiding him inside of my sex once again. I grasp the head board behind him, slowly moving up and down against him enjoying the small amount of control I have right now. He moans into my mouth as I increase the pace, his mouth grasping at my nipple whenever it comes within reach as his hands hold my ass firmly.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm" I moan as he suddenly pushes me down roughly against him.
He continues to guide me but allows me to set the pace as I move against him bringing myself to the edge once again. We are both moaning loudly and breathing heavy, both clearly close to our own release.
"I want you to come with me" he begs.
"I'm so close Christian…I'm right there" I moan.
"Harder….faster…." he instructs.
"Ohhhhh" he moans as I comply with his demands. "Yes….Ana….don't stop!"
I'm moving so fast and hard against him I don't know how much more I can take before the orgasm is going to come even if he doesn't. I hold it off as long as possible and just when I think I'm going to burst he tells me to come and the orgasm immediately rips through my body. I feel him find his release with me, his hands continue to guide my hips up and down prolonging my orgasm longer.
"Oh God" I sigh resting my head on his shoulder as we both come down from our orgasm.
"I needed to give you something to hold you over when you were are in New York for the next few days" he smiles.
"I think you succeeded" I laugh. "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to walk after all of this."
"Hmmmmmm" he moans. "Then you will have to skip New York and stay in bed with me for the weekend instead."
"I wish" I say.
After a quick shower, Christian lends me a pair of shorts and a shirt to wear before we go to the kitchen for a late breakfast. We make small chat while we eat, never discussing the nightmare or the middle of the night sex that was so different then all the previous times we were together. I don't want to bring it up and embarrass him but I smile in the memory of him needing to feel close to me no matter what the reason. I never achieved an orgasm during sex with my previous partner and I assumed it was because I needed the BDSM component. However, last night had no BDSM and yet I very easily found my orgasm. I'm left thinking maybe it was the connection to Christian that made the difference; perhaps I wasn't as connected before.