Chpt. 13 CPOV:

Ana returns to her apartment a few hours later, declining my offer to drive her to the airport later. I'm disappointed that she will be in New York and if it wasn't for several important meetings at GEH this week I would have insisted on accompanying her on the trip. I had Taylor schedule an appointment with Dr. Flynn later this afternoon, I need to talk to him about what happened last night. I try not to think about it because the whole situation confuses me and I'm not sure what to make of it. I spend most of the morning in my office preparing reports and presentations for the meetings I have this week. Ana texts me to let me know her flight is about to take off so she will be out of contact for a few hours.

Flynn: Nice to see you today Christian.

Christian: Thank you for seeing me on short notice.

Flynn: No problem. What brings you in for an emergency session?

Christian: I think I'm going crazy.

Flynn: (smile) Care to elaborate?

Christian: Ana touched my chest, hell she laid on top of my chest and I didn't notice – in fact I just held her tighter against me. I didn't feel any pain….how could something that has affected me my entire life change so fast? Something must be wrong with me….

Flynn: Start from the beginning Christian. What happened?

Christian: She came over last night as planned and we had a session in my playroom. The session involved a light punishment because she was late and didn't notify me she would be late. The session went well I think; she seemed to enjoy the end result. We had dinner together and then I asked her to spend the night with me.

Flynn: Where did she sleep?

Christian: In my bed with me. I've slept with her once before in the bed in the playroom after a scene, but this was the first time she ever slept in my bed. Neither of us wore pajamas, her because she didn't plan on spending the night and therefore she didn't bring any and me because I wanted to feel her body against mine. Anyway, we fell asleep quickly but….

Flynn: Go on

Christian: (sigh) I had a nightmare. It was the same one I was always have; he was beating me and my mother was sitting on the couch watching. Her eyes were glazed over as if she wasn't even looking at me. I begged her to make him stop, to help me but she did nothing-she just sat there.

Flynn: Christian, we've talked about this several times. She was likely high and unable to respond or even comprehend what you were saying in her current state.

Christian: Damn it, I know! But it doesn't stop the nightmares! (pause) Ana brought me out of the nightmare pretty quickly and I didn't last out at her. She had moved so she was against me and she started kissing me to wake me from the nightmare. It was probably the best thing she could have done because had she touched my chest or my back at that moment I don't know how I would have reacted. When I finally came out of the nightmare, I needed to have her closer to me – I needed to know she was real. I was afraid that this was some twisted part of the nightmare and that I would wake up and she wouldn't be there. Without thinking, I pulled her on top of me; she was lying flat against my front. Her chest was touching me and I didn't even realize it. I know you don't want to hear this part, but we had sex in that position and after we both found our release she collapsed on top of me in exhaustion. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. It took me several minutes to realize that she was on my chest, touching me where no one has ever been able to touch me before. Well, Mia has always been able to touch me but never without a shirt on. Ana was touching my entire chest, not with her hands but with her body. Maybe it's because it wasn't her hands and that's why it didn't bother me?

Flynn: Had she ever touched your chest or your back before last night?

Christian: No (pause). I….when we were in Taiwan on our last night together we….well we got caught up in the moment and I didn't restrain her hands. I asked her not to touch my chest or my back, which she complied with and come to think of it she has never even tried to touch those areas. In the mist of my nightmare last night, she must have remembered and found other ways to bring me closer to her without touching me there.

Flynn: What happened next?

Christian: When I did realize she was lying on my chest, I gently rolled us onto our sides so that we were still next to each other but she wasn't on top of me. My anxiety had increased a little at the realization that she had been that close to my chest, to my scars but when the panic didn't come I found myself easily relaxed. We fell asleep like that…I thought maybe it was a fluke but then….

Flynn: Go on…

Christian: When we woke up this morning, I decided to recreate the scene from last night to see if I would react the same way (pause).

Flynn: And?

Christian: We had sex again with her in the same position, laying on top of my chest – and I had no response. I mean of course sexually I responded, but there was no panic or pain associated with having her on my chest. I purposely changed positions to see if it was something about her lying on top of me that caused my lack of reaction. Then we were both sitting up, her on my lap…facing me and the panic never came. After….well after….she put her head on my shoulder and her chest was once again against mine. Still no reaction.

Flynn: What do you think caused you to not have a reaction?

Christian: Hell if know! That's why I'm here! Isn't that what I pay you for?!

Flynn: Let me ask you….What is this thing between you and Ana? It doesn't sound like the initial BDSM arrangement that you initially wanted.

Christian: No (sigh) it's not. Not at all. Initially I thought I just wanted the dom/sub arrangement where a sub would come to my apartment on certain days and times for scenes that I planned in my playroom.

Flynn: But now?

Christian: Ana and I talked; neither of us want that. We agreed to try some sort of a mix between a normal relationship and a BDSM arrangement. In the playroom or bedroom, we have a typical dom/sub arrangement but outside of those areas we have a pretty typical relationship. We've had dinner together, we have gotten to know each other and like I said we shared my bed.

Flynn: How does Ana feel about this?

Christian: I asked her last night before we went to bed, I needed to know how she felt about the path we were on since it's new to both of us. She said that she liked the playroom arrangement and having more outside of there. She said she needed the emotional connection outside of the playroom with me.

Flynn: Interesting….It sounds like you both want the emotional connection in addition to the need to control or be controlled in the bedroom.

Christian: What? No, I don't need the emotional connection to Ana. I just need to be able to talk to her and see her on days other than what is predecided for a scene.

Flynn: Christian, let me ask you a personal question. (pause) Last night when she woke you from your nightmare, was the sex different than when you engage in a scene with her?

Christian: Well yes…of course it was.

Flynn: Were you in dom mode at that time?

Christian: (pause) No….I wasn't.

Flynn: And you said earlier that when you woke up, you needed to feel closer to her. Even afterwards you held her close to you, needing again to feel her close to you.

Christian: Yeah, so?

Flynn: Do you think that you were looking for something other than just the physical closeness.

Christian: What are you saying?

Flynn: I'm saying I think you need the emotional piece to and although you don't realize it yet I think you are falling for Ana. I think you feel so strongly for her and trust her not to hurt you that she can touch your chest without fear.

Christian: How could I trust her that much already? I haven't known her that long…hell we have only been back together a short time.

Flynn: Sometimes it's not about how long you have known someone but just how you feel about them.

Christian: It can't just be….just because I have feelings for her she can touch my chest. I love my parents but they can't touch me….that doesn't make any sense!

Flynn: What do you attribute how you felt when Ana touched your chest last night to?

Christian: Damn it! I don't know! (sigh) We do seem to have this connection with each other….we both feel it. I don't know that I would say I'm falling for her though. I don't know how I could trust her that explicitly.

Flynn: Let me ask you this….When you came back from Taiwan, you tried scenes with other subs right?

Christian: Yes, you know I did.

Flynn: And what happened?

Christian: You know what happened….I wasn't able….I couldn't perform….

Flynn: Have you experienced the same thing with Ana?

Christian: No! Of course not.

Flynn: What's the difference between the girls at the club and Ana?

Christian: Everything! She's not them; they're not her.

Flynn: So just like the pain you feel when others touch your chest but not feel when Ana does and your ability to perform with Ana and not the other subs – the common denominator in all this is Ana.

Christian: SHIT!

Flynn: Christian this isn't a bad thing…

Christian: What the hell do I know about feelings and love? I've never let myself get close to anyone besides my family before. What do I do? How do I know if she feels the same way?

Flynn: Deep breaths Christian (pause). Whatever you two are doing it seems to be working…continue it. Address the feelings if they come up, or just let them develop. You don't have to do or say anything right now.

Christian: I guess (sigh).

Flynn: Until next week?

Christian: Yeah.

I leave Flynn's office returning to Escala more confused than ever. Could he be right? Could it be that I'm falling for Ana and that's the reason she could touch me last night and I didn't react? Is it possible that she was only able to touch me because we were in bed together? That maybe I rationalized that she couldn't hurt me because we were in bed together? I try to focus on the reports and presentations that I need for my meetings next week but I can't stop thinking about Ana and what Dr. Flynn said.

The next few days pass slowly and I find myself constantly wondering what Ana is doing and looking forward to the random texts I get from her throughout the day. Finally on Wednesday night she texts me to say she will be flying home Thursday night and should arrive around eight in Seattle. Thankfully this time she agrees to let me pick her up at the airport; if she declined I think I might have just shown up anyway. It's been less than a week since I've seen her but I find myself counting down the hours until I see her again. I've never felt like this before; I don't know if it's because the relationship is so new or if it's because we are both so new to BDSM and are learning everything together.

"Sir?" Taylor interrupts my thoughts.

"Yes Taylor?" I ask.

"The airport has notified me that Ms. Steele's flight has been delayed in New York, it likely won't arrive until much later" he replies.

"Thank you, please keep me updated" I say disappointed.

I try to focus on my reports and finally begin to make progress when my phone goes off a couple hours later with a text from Ana.

Flight is delayed L -A

I heard –C

Probably won't get home until after ten or eleven. Don't pick me up, I will take a cab –A

I don't mind picking you up; it's not too late –C

No, I don't want you to have to come out that late plus it might get delayed again. The rain here is horrible –A

Can I see you tomorrow? –C

I was hoping to –A

If you can't get a cab or change your mind, call me. I don't care the time –C

I will –A

Have a safe flight –C

See you tomorrow –A

Ana's POV:

The flight home is horrible; the turbulence lasts for several hours as we seem to follow the storm out of New York. I try to sleep on the plane but of course with all the turbulence it is impossible. I ended up having to spend a couple extra days in New York that I was not counting on because some of some of the red tape I encountered switching our vendor contracts to Seattle. Plus I had to sit through multiple inspections on our office space that is being sold. I should have sent Stacy out here to handle this but I didn't feel right asking her to come back here when I called her to Seattle early. Had I not requested she fly out early she would be here to handle all of this and would have then joined me in Seattle.

Hours later we finally land in Seattle, after waiting for nearly an hour I discover that the airline lost my luggage. Thankfully I had my laptop and important paperwork on board with me so all that was lost was my clothing that I had brought along. I decide to call the airline in the morning rather than try to file a claim tonight after seeing several other people already in line at the customer service counter. I make my way to ground transportation, find a cab and finally head back to Escala. After such a long couple of days in which I rarely slept all I really want to do is crawl into my bed and sleep until at least mid day tomorrow. I have already informed everyone at SIP and Seattle E Books not to expect me in tomorrow given the late flight tonight and the extra days spent in New York. Luckily I was able to handle most tasks while in New York and my appointments for tomorrow can easily be rescheduled to next week.

Finally reaching my apartment door, I realize the door is unlocked which is concerning because I know for a fact that it was locked before I left on Saturday. I purposely checked the door twice before leaving to insure it was locked. Maybe Christian was waiting for me inside? I smile at the thought that he would surprise me and be waiting in my apartment instead of having to wait until tomorrow to see him. I found myself constantly thinking of him when I was away; wondering what he was doing, wondering if he was thinking of me and recalling our last night together. I have no idea how he feels about me but I can easily see myself falling in love with this man in more time.

I walk into my apartment hoping to see Christian waiting for me and instead I'm stunned at what I see. My apartment has been ransacked and is now a complete disaster. My couch is turned over, my dishes are shattered all over the floor, decorative pillows are slashed open, my television is on the floor in pieces and there is what appears to be red paint thrown all over the walls. I stand there in complete shock until I hear a noise in the bedroom; afraid someone is still here I run out of the apartment back to the elevator. Without thinking, I enter the code to Christian's penthouse quickly sighing in relief when the elevator doors close. A couple minutes later the elevator doors open and I am in Christian's foyer alone….I begin second thinking my decision to come here and not just call the police given how late it is. My first thought was Christian and not the police. I fumble through my purse trying to find my phone as it all spills out across the beautiful marble floor of Christian's foyer.

"Ms. Steele?" Taylor comes running from somewhere. As I look up I see him putting his gun back in the holster…he likely thought I was an intruder.

"Taylor…I….I'm sorry it's late" I mumble.

"Ms. Steele, what's wrong?" he asks concerned.

"My apartment….someone is there" I say.

"Grey!" Taylor yells loudly.

"Taylor what….Ana what are you doing here?" Christian opens his office door.

"Stay with her" Taylor orders before getting on the elevator.

"Ana, what happened" Christian lifts me up off the floor where I was still sitting trying to gather my purse items.

"Someone was in my apartment" I say scared.

"Come sit down" he leads me to the great room.

"What happened?" he asks.

"When I got home my door was unlocked, I know it was locked before I left on Saturday" I begin. "I thought maybe you were waiting for me inside, but when I opened the door I discovered that someone destroyed my apartment. Everything was turned over, broken or shattered; paint was splattered all over my walls. I heard someone or something in my bedroom and I ran. I should have called the police but all I could think about was coming here. I'm sorry…it's so late. I should have –"

"Ana, that's enough" Christian says in his dom voice. "This is not your fault, I'm glad your first thought was to come here. It means you feel safe. Taylor will take care of contacting the police and will see that everything is repaired or replaced."

"Thank you" I sigh leaning back on the couch as I finally come down from the adrenaline rush, but then panic sets in.

"Oh my God Christian, someone was in my apartment! What if I went in further? Do you think they were waiting for me? What could they have wanted from me? Why me?" I sob.

"Ana, stop baby. We will get to the bottom of this" Christian says calmly.

"Grey" Christian answers his phone as I begin to pace in front of the fireplace.

"Yes….make sure a report is filed….good….the cameras better have caught the fucker who did this…Yes…first thing in the morning" Christian disconnects the call.

"Taylor didn't catch him?" I ask.

"No, he was gone by the time Taylor arrived" Christian says.

"What am I going to do? I need to replace everything! Do you think it was random or was I targeted? How did he get onto my floor? How did he get into my apartment?" I ask.

"Ana, we will answer all these questions in the morning. We will meet first thing with Taylor, Welsh and Barney to see what we can come up with" Christian says. "Let's try to get some sleep."

"Sleep? I can't possible sleep now! Not knowing that someone has gone through my things! Oh my god, he probably went through my underwear….Ew! Oh God, I need to replace everything in my room…" I cry.

"Ana, enough" The dom voice has returned.

"Christian, I can't help it. How would you feel if someone went through your stuff? Ruined your home? Destroyed your personal property?" I ask angrily. "Your world would be spinning out of control just like mine is right now."

"Get upstairs into the playroom now!" he orders.

"What no! Christian…now is not the time-" I complain as he takes my wrist forcefully and leads me upstairs.

He unlocks the playroom, forcefully moving me inside the room before locking the door behind us. How could he even think I feel like playing right now? With everything going on, he thinks I want sex? Is he crazy?

"As your dom, you are to trust me to know what you need and when you need it even when you don't think you need it correct?" he glares at me.

"Yes but-" I answer.

"No, but. Take off your clothes now" he orders.

"Christian….please…I have too much going on right now…I need to-" He cuts me off by slapping my ass hard.

"I said take off your clothes" he orders.

I sigh in defiance but slowly remove all of my clothing as he ordered. Although I don't see how this is helping me right nor or is about what I need I remind myself that he is in charge. The entire dom/sub relationship is built on the assumption that the dom knows what the sub needs and that she trusts him enough to give it to her. While I trust Christian one hundred percent, I don't see how tonight is about what I need.

"Do you remember your safewords?" he asks as he walks around my body taking me in.

"Yes sir" I answer with a tone of defiance.

"I'm going to ignore the tone in your voice right now as I know you don't think you need this" he says.

"Now, I want you to think about the last night we were together…" he instructs. "Do you remember it?"

"Yes sir" I say breathless.

Immediately I recall the night we shared his bed; the incredible passion from that night. Although his nightmare was concerning the connection I felt to him that night…words cannot describe. It was as if he needed me which is like nothing I have ever felt before. The sex that night was different, it wasn't about control it was as if we were trying to tell each other what we couldn't find words to say.

"Are you getting wet thinking about it?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes sir" I admit.

"Are you thinking of the playroom or my bedroom?" he asks.

"Your bedroom sir" I answer.

"I can't tell you how many times I have thought about you when you were gone" he admits. "I liked waking up inside of you that morning."

"Me too" I blush.

Christian comes in front of me, capturing my mouth in his as his arms wrap around my body. I feel his erection through his pants as he pushes my sex against him. My arms wrap around his neck, tugging his hair to pull him closer as his tongue enters my mouth. His hand reaches between us, finding my now drenched sex as he runs a finger through my slit causing me to moan loudly.

"You will stay with me until we figure out who did this and he is behind bars. Understood?" he asks as he rubs my clit.

"But….what if you don't find him?" I ask in fear.

"You let me handle that…until then you stay with me" he says.

"But-" I begin.

"No buts. I said you will stay with me until he is caught" he says sternly as he pushes his finger deep inside of me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" I moan his action catching me by surprise.

"Tell me you will stay with me" he says moving his finger slowly in and out of me.

"Yes Christian, Yes I will stay here" I moan as his thumb finds my clit.

"Very good" he says removing his finger from me.

"Christian, please I've agreed to staying here but I still have so much to take care of. I need to call the police, I need to call my home owner's insurance-" I begin.

Wack His hand comes down hard on my ass.

"I said enough! Not another word about what happened earlier or you will be punished" he informs me.

"But-" I say.

Wack Another hard slap to my ass.

"Understood?" He asks.

"Yes" I glare at him.

"Go lay on the bed, on your back" he instructs.

I immediately comply although I do not like that he is pulling me away from what I need to do. I begin making a mental list of everything I need to do tomorrow and what needs to be replaced. There is no way I'm keeping any clothing or bedding; God only knows what a sick pervert might have been doing in my room or touching. As I'm lost in my thoughts I feel Christian join me on the bed and place a blind fold over my eyes. My arms are attached to the bed frame above my bed with soft hand cuffs and I tug on them finding they have very little give. My ankles are attached to something cold and metal; they are spread wide apart before I hear something click into place. I try to move my legs closer together but discover this is impossible with my legs attached to this metal thing. He places a firm pillow or cushion of some type under my lower back which lifts my sex up from the bed.

"Tell me…did you touch yourself while you were in New York?" he asks.

"No sir" I blush deeply.

"Good" he says. "Your orgasms belong to me. You are not to touch yourself or make yourself come without my permission. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir" I cry as he lips attach harshly to my nipples.

"Who do you belong to Ana?" he asks as his hand finds my sex.

"You sir! Only you!" I cry out as he puts the slightest pressure on my clit.

"Good, very good" He sounds pleased.

I feel him get up from the bed and rustle around with a few things. I can't tell what he is doing but I hear drawers open and close as well as clothing rustling around. I give up trying to determine what he is doing and concentrate on the fact that I am giving up control right now. I try to forget about everything going on which I suppose is the entire point Christian is trying to make even if I think it's pointless because when we leave here I still need to take care of everything. I feel him return to the bed and drop several items next to me. I'm dying to know what he has planned and what is on the bed, but I know it's not my place to ask.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" I feel an oil drip on my breasts, catching me by surprise.

His hands rub the oil over my entire breasts; the oil is initially cool but as he rubs it around I can tell it's some type of warming oil. My breasts soon feel like they are on fire, they don't hurt but they're very uncomfortable. His hands leave my breasts as I feel him move items around on the bed. I feel myself getting turned on at not knowing what is coming next or what he has planned for tonight. I feel his fingers separate the folds of my sex just before something cold is pushed inside of me.

"Ohhhhhh" I moan at the sudden coldness.

His one hand returns to my breasts, alternating between the two but insuring that the oil is always hot by constantly rubbing it in. His mouth captures mine as his other hand explores my sex, careful not to enter me where the dissolving ice cube lays inside of me. The combination of heat on my nipples, the pressure on my clit and the coldness inside of me is quickly pushing me to the edge.

"Come when you can…." He says before sucking hard on my lips.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh God!" I moan as he pinches my nipple hard.

His assault on my nipples, my clit and my mouth continue which only intensifies everything I feel. The orgasm rushes to the surface and I scream as it I finally find my release. The force of the orgasm pushes the cold liquid of me and I feel it running down my ass as I come down from the orgasm. Christian uses a warm cloth to wipe the oil off my chest and finally the burning subsides.

Wack I feel the flogger come down on my chest.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" I moan as he hits me again, this time focusing on my sex.

Christian continues hitting me with the flogger, alternating the spots that he hits so I never know what to expect. The flogger doesn't hurt; it brings the blood to the surface and makes everything ultra-sensitive, he gently blows on my skin which is almost painful on my overly sensitive skin. After spending several minutes focused on my breasts I sigh in relief when he finally stops; however my relief is brief as the flogger lands on my sex.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" I say as it lands directly on my clit.

"Do you like it?" he asks bringing it down gently again on my clit.

"Yes…Oh yes…." I moan.

This continues for several minutes before I hear the flogger drop to the floor. I only ponder what he is going to do next for a few seconds before I feel his mouth on my over sensitive sex. The feeling is intensified so much from the flogging, I immediately find myself on the brink of an orgasm within seconds of his mouth on me. As soon as his tongue enters me I combust around him, screaming his name as I come hard and fast.

"Oh God" I sigh as I come down from my second orgasm in a very short period.

I feel the bed shift, he seems to be moving above me which is confirmed when I feel his knees against my arms.

"Open" he commands.

I immediately comply, opening my lips to find his awaiting erection. I have no control in this position, my hands remain cuffed to the bed above my head; I rely on him to control the movements. I feel him ease himself deeper inside of me, slowly until he hits the back of my throat. I briefly panic but force myself to remember that I trust Christian enough to know that he won't hurt me; that he won't let me choke or stop breathing. I swallow against him which pushes him a little further down my throat; he doesn't pull out right away but I remember his previous instruction to breathe through nose. He pulls back slowly before thrusting in and out of my mouth as I suck him. When I least expect it he pushes himself in deeply until he reaches the back of my throat. Every time he does this, I swallow against him and I am rewarded with a moan from him. His pace is picking up, his breathing is more rapid; I can tell by this change that he is getting close.

"Don't stop Ana….God don't stop" he begs as he continues to thrust in and out of my mouth.

"Oh God!" He says as I swallow against him.

"ANA!" he comes while deep in my throat, I struggle to swallow quickly around him taking everything he has to offer.

He pulls up slightly, leaving himself in my mouth but not as deep. I continue sucking him, milking every last drop of his release out of him. I feel him become soft in my mouth, but he doesn't pull out. I continue sucking him for what feels like several minutes if not longer before I feel him harden in my mouth. This man seriously cannot expect to come again so quickly? My question is answered as he becomes fully erect once again and is deep in my throat.

He reaches up, unhooking my arms from the cuffs while staying inside of my mouth. I feel him moving the cuffs around but can't concentrate on what he is doing when I'm sucking on his erection. My arms are cuffed again to the bed but this time one is on top of the other and there is much more slack between them. He pulls out of my mouth suddenly and moves to the bottom of the bed. The blind fold is still on so I have no idea what he is doing now. My legs are uncuffed from whatever item they were previously attached to but the cuffs remain on my ankles.

"Turn over on your stomach" he commands sternly; I immediately comply.

"On your knees, head on the bed" he requests.

My legs are attached again to some metal bar at the end of the bed, this time not as far apart though. He reaches above my head and tights the chain that my arms are attached so I can barely move my arms. In this position I realize my ass and sex must be on full display for him; I try bringing my thighs together however because of the metal bar I am unable to move them.

"Ahhhhhhhh" the flogger once again finds my body.

Christian hits my back, thighs, ass and sex with the flogger focusing on no specific area. This continues for several minutes before he moves his focus to my ass, my sex and my thighs. I find myself once again on the brink of an orgasm as everything is intensified from the flogging.

"Oh God!" I moan.

A few moments later the flogging stops and I find myself more turned on than ever before. I can feel the juices flowing down my thighs; I know the slightest touch will send me over the edge. Gone from my mind is everything that happened earlier this evening and everything that I need to take care of for my apartment. The only thing I am thinking about right now is how I can achieve my next orgasm. I feel the bed shift and hear the flogger once again falling to the floor before Christian climbs back onto the bed. The anticipation of what is going to happen has me that much more on edge; I can't see anything and can't tell from the sounds what he is going to do. I feel a cool oil drip on my lower back and ass before it slowly begins to drip down to my sex. I immediately worry that it's going to heat up like before once Christian starts touching it; I don't know that I could handle that with my skin being so sensitive right now. Much to my relief, when he begins rubbing the oil it does not warm up and I begin to relax enjoying the gentle massage. He moves the oil all over my back; every time he moves forward to reach my shoulders or my upper back I feel his erection rub against my sex. I can't move but if I could I would be trying to push myself against him trying to get him to enter me.

His hands continue their work all over my back before finally finding my sex. He massages the oil around my sex and around my ass. I am so turned on, I'm moaning every time his fingers come near my sex. His fingers toy with my clit, rubbing and pinching it before quickly moving to another area. I feel him move things around on the bed again but I'm too turned on to care as his one hand continues rubbing my clit. It's not enough to make me come but it keeps me right on the edge.

"Please…I'm so close" I beg.

"Soon" he promises before pinching my clit again.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" I moan.

I find myself trying to buck against his hand, trying to get him to enter me even if it's only with his fingers as I'm so close. I don't know how long I can stay on the edge like this but I know when I come it's going to be hard and probably the biggest orgasm I've ever had. I feel more oil being poured on my ass, again it drips slowly down to my sex.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" I moan as his finger rubs my anus while the other remains firm on my clit.

"Do you like this?" he asks, pushing just the tip of his finger in.

"Hmmmmmmm" I moan in embarrassment. I don't want to admit that what he is doing could very well push me over the edge.

"Do you want me to make you come like this?" he asks pushing his finger in further.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" I moan louder.

"Tell me" he pinches my clit.

"Yes! Please….I need to come!" I beg.

"Like this?" he moves his finger in and out of my ass, this time moving in deeper.

"Oh God yes! Please I need to come!" I scream as I feel the orgasm approaching.

He suddenly slams his erection into my soaking set and I scream as the orgasm rips through my body. It was as hard as I feared it would be as I see stars before my eyes. The orgasm just doesn't seem to stop as Christian continues to slam into me while his finger mimics the act on my sex. I suddenly feel him remove his finger and I moan in disappointment as it was prolonging the orgasm.

"Relax for me" he says just before I feel a cool solid object against my anus.

"Christian?" I ask unsure of what he is doing.

"Relax baby, I'm going to have you screaming my name again in minutes" he promises.

I take a deep breath and force my body to relax which isn't too difficult with Christian's other hand rubbing and pinching my clit. Suddenly I feel the cool object enter my ass, I tense up but my body defies me by relaxing the moment Christian pinches my clit. He holds the object partially inside of me as begins to move in and out of my sex. Despite the unfamiliar and somewhat uncomfortable feeling in my ass, I find my body readying itself for another orgasm. My breathing hitches, my sex is flooded with juices in excitement as Christian begins to slam into me hard.

"Oh God" I moan.

"Don't come until I tell you" he warns.

His hand continues to rub my clit but his other hand doesn't move the object from my ass. His hand leaves my clit, slowly moving his way up to my breasts, pinching my nipples causing me to moan loudly and more fluid to flow throughout my sex. He continues his focus on my nipples as he continues to gently move in and out of my sex. Once again, it's not enough to make me come but it's enough that I'm edge despite my earth shattering orgasm moments ago.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I say as he pushes the object into my ass further.

"Relax baby" he says moving slowly inside of me.

"I can't….it's…." I moan.

"Does it hurt?" he asks moving himself slowly in and out of me while returning his attention to my clit.

"No…I don't know" I admit, my face blushing deeply as I'm suddenly thankful for the mask so I can't see him looking at me.

"You trust me right?" He asks.

"Yes Christian! Yes" I moan as he pinches my clit hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" I say as he pushes the final part of the item into my ass.

"Relax, take a few deep breaths" he instructs.

Easy for him to say, there's not an item stuck up his ass! It doesn't hurt, it's more like the worst thong you have ever worn being stuck up your ass and not being able to take it out I realize. The hand that was holding the item in my ass suddenly moves and is now playing with my breasts. In that moment I realize I am holding this item in myself somehow, which is odd to know considering how uncomfortable I'm finding it. I try to remind myself that as the dom Christian knows what he is doing and what I need but right now I'm struggling trying to understand why I need this item up my ass!

"Are you okay?" he asks as he begins moving.

"Oh my God!" I moan.

As he moves in and out of me, he rubs against my g spot every time. I feel so full and so turned on right now I'm struggling to think straight. Christian grasps my breasts with both hands, his fingers pinching my nipples as he continues to thrust deep inside of me hitting that spot. He is so deep inside of me in this position; the combination of everything has me teetering on the edge yet again. I am shocked at how my body is reacting; I never thought I would enjoy anal play, the entire thought of it was a turn off for me in the past. However, now my body clearly has other ideas. Christian leans down so his chest is against my back as he slowly thrusts in and out of me causing the thing in my ass to move around as well.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" I moan at the new feeling of this item moving within me.

"Does it feel good?" he whispers in my ear pushing himself further into me and the item further into my ass.

"Oh God….it shouldn't….but it does" I moan in embarrassment.

"One day I'm going to take you here" he says thrusting into me deeper.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" I moan as I feel it move further into me.

I am so full, so turned on right now I cannot comprehend what he just said. I can't imagine how it would feel to have him fuck me there but I find myself turned on by thought.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" he whispers.

"Hmmmmmmm" I whimper not wanting to admit.

He grasps my hips and begins slamming into me hard several times before his hand begins moving the items in and out of my ass.

"Ahhhhhhh" I moan.

"Tell me….You're thinking me taking you like this aren't you" He asks.

"Ohhhhhhhh" I moan fighting back the orgasm which is threatening to rip through me.

"Tell me and I will make you come" he orders.

"Yes….Yes! That's what I'm thinking!" I admit in embarrassment.

"One day" he says pinching my clit tightly.

He continues slamming into me hard, hitting my g spot every time he enters and every time he pulls out. The slightest movement of the item in my ass brings me closer to the edge and I know I'm going to lose my battle with the orgasm if he doesn't let me come soon.

"Christian….I'm so close! Please…"I beg

"Come Ana!" He slams into me again as he pushes the item further into my ass.

"CHRISTIAN! OH GOD!" I scream as the entire room momentarily goes black and silent.

"ANA!" I hear Christian scream as he finds his release deep inside of me.

He continues stays deep inside of me, gently moving as my walls continue to tremble around him. After so many orgasms, my body is exhausted and can barely move. I feel Christian pull out of me a few moments later before cleaning me up with a warm washcloth. He unhooks my legs and arms before pulling off the blindfold. I immediately collapse onto the bed, my muscles sore and my body completely without energy.

"Hi" he whispers.

"Hey" I moan without opening my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Tired…very very tired" I say seeing his eyes full of concern.

Christian kneels against my legs, gently rubbing my arms, my back, my ass and my thighs. I sigh in comfort just before I feel his hands separate my ass cheeks. I look at him confused, there is no way my body can handle anything else tonight. It's only then that I realize whatever he put in me is still inside me; in the mist of the massive orgasm I'm shocked to learn that I forgot it was in me. Christian gently pulls the item out and I see him put a small thin object on the nightstand.

"It's a butt plug" he explains.

"Oh" I blush.

"Let's go to bed" he says.

"Okay" I agree wanting to fall asleep right here.

Christian brings me the same silk robe I wore the last time I was here and he assists me in putting it on. He carries me down the hall to his bedroom which is good because I'm not sure I could walk right now even if I wanted to. I can't believe how many times I came tonight, and how hard the last two orgasms were. Even though I didn't realize it, I can now see that Christian knew exactly what I needed. I needed to calm down and look at everything when I was calmer instead of reacting in the moment.

"Christian?" I ask as he lays me on the bed.

"Yes?" he asks uncertain.

"Thank you" I say.

He quickly gets into bed and holds me close to him.

"I didn't know what to do" he admits. "I knew you were coming down from the adrenaline rush and that you were going to crash if something didn't stop the quick drop in adrenaline."

"I think this definitely did it" I smile.

"I don't want you to worry, but Taylor has filed the police report, notified Escala that your locks and codes need to be changed and notified your home owner's insurance. Taylor will have a copy of all security cameras in the building by morning and we will be able to see what happened" he explains.

"He did all of this?" I ask surprised.

"Yes, I was trying to tell you earlier not to worry but you couldn't listen" he says.

"Thank you for knowing what I needed" I kiss him deeply.