Chpt. 51 APOV:
The last few weeks have been nothing short of wonderful, peaceful and drama free which is something that Christian and I haven't gotten used to. The media fuss surrounding our surprise marriage has died down finally; at first we were on the front page of nearly every magazine however over the last week the crowd of reporters following us has decreased drastically. Christian and I have settled into married life pretty easily, especially considering the only thing that has really changed is that now everyone knows about our marriage. It's been very nice not having to take off my rings every time I go to work or when we leave the penthouse. Work has been going well, of course initially everyone was surprised when they read the marriage announcement and begun whispering behind my back but lately that too has diminished. I've started volunteering on the pediatric oncology floor of the hospital three afternoons a week since I'm still only working part time at the hospital. I'm so glad that Christian suggested it and that I spoke with Grace about options at the hospital. Over the next few months I'm going to start attending some of the fund raising meetings that Grace sits on to see if that is something I might be interested in helping with as well. I like the idea of volunteer to raise funds to provide more community based resources for homeless individuals and possibly find ways to help fund housing options for college students. I was surprised at how few resources there were to assist with housing when I was applying for colleges; grants and scholarships were mostly focused on college tuition and really didn't take into consideration housing.
"Sir, Ma'am," Taylor enters the dining room just as we were finishing our dinner.
"Yes?" Christian asks.
"A celebration is in order," he pops open a bottle of our favorite champagne.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what are we celebrating Taylor?" I ask.
"That our nightmare is finally coming to an end," he says pouring everyone drinks.
"You found her?" Christian asks in shock.
"Yes sir, Elena Lincoln has been arrested and is currently in police custody," he announces happily.
"How? Where?" Christian asks.
"She was caught trying to sneak into Mexico," Taylor explains and I lose it, I just start laughing like crazy.
"Oh my," I giggle. "I just picture her trying to cross the border on foot illegally in high heels and fancy luggage."
Christian and Taylor both start laughing as they picture Elena crossing the border.
"She was picked up by border control in Texas where she was immediately detained as it was determined she was using a fake ID to get into Mexico. Once they ran her prints through the system they learned her true identity," Taylor explains.
"Why were her prints in the system?" I ask surprised.
"Apparently when she was 18 she was arrested for shoplifting," Taylor says.
"I don't remember seeing that on her record," Christian replies.
"It was expunged but her prints remained in the system," he explains. "She is being held without bail in Texas waiting extradition to Washington where she will be formally charged with her role in trying to have Ana killed."
"Thank God," Christian sighs.
"Taylor this has to be the best news ever," I gush.
"It's been a long time coming," he smiles before leaving the room.
"So it's finally over," I sigh in relief.
"It's over, my dad will insure that she is locked away for a long time," Christian vows. "She will never be able to hurt you again."
"Us," I remind him. "She will never be able to hurt us; she hurt you long before she hurt me. I know she can never be punished for what she did to you but at least she will be locked away where she can't hurt anyone else."
"You're right," he sighs. "She will be behind bars where she can't hurt you, me or any other young boy."
"I can't believe it's finally over," I say.
"Now that she is behind bars, we should plan our honeymoon," he says a few minutes later.
"I don't know….I've only been working at the hospital a few months now, I don't feel right asking for a lot of time off," I admit sadly.
"What about a mini honeymoon then?" he suggests.
"What are you thinking?" I ask.
"We go away for a long weekend somewhere, this way you would only need two days off of work which I'm sure won't be a problem. You could probably even working longer on the other days during the week in case they wanted you to still work all the hours," he answers.
"I'm sure that could work, they've been pretty flexible and occasionally have asked me to stay later one day instead of working on a different day," I remind him. "What do you have in mind?"
"Leave that up to me, I will plan something amazing," he smiles.
"Well you will have to give me a hint or I won't know how to pack," I tease.
"No I don't; I'll tell Gail what to pack for you," he laughs.
"That's not fair," I sulk.
"How about we grab another bottle and move to the great room?" Christian suggests.
"Sure," I agree taking my glass which is already empty and following him to the living room.
"Where have you always wanted to go?" Christian pours me another glass of champagne as we sit on the couch.
"One day I would love to visit England," I admit. "But, honestly I would happy going anywhere."
"Did you ever take vacations when your dad was alive?" Christian asks.
"We took a few weekend camping trips but that was really it," I say sadly. "He traveled a lot for work, I don't think he got much vacation time from work."
"Have you ever been outside the US?" he asks.
"No," I laugh. "Other than going from state to state following some deadbeat guy my mom had no desire to travel. How about you?"
"We traveled quite a bit when I was younger," he explains. "Grace and Carrick always like to take us on at least one trip a year and it would always have an educational component. When we traveled to Germany for example, we toured areas affected by the war; when we were in Mexico we toured the ruins, that type of thing. They wanted us to learn about different cultures first hand; when we were traveling we were also encouraged to try local food. They didn't care if we didn't like it but they insisted we try it. Since I started GEH, I've traveled quite a bit but always for business purposes. I've flown to countries, attended meetings, spent a night in a hotel and flown home the next day-"
"Sounds boring," I interrupt. "I can't imagine traveling to a foreign country and not taking at least a couple of hours to sightsee."
"Looking back I wish I would have, but my focus was always on business. The sooner I returned to GEH the sooner I could close another deal," he explains.
"Did you ever travel with anyone?" I ask.
"Sometimes Ros would join me on trips but usually she would remain at GEH to take care of things," he answers confused.
"No, I mean any of your…." I clarify taking another large gulp of champagne.
"My subs?" He asks and I nod. "No, I've never seen them outside the playroom. They never attended social functions with me and never traveled with me for work or personal reasons."
"Oh," I blush.
"I know it's hard to understand, but my lifestyle was based on a contract," he begins. "Unless they had a job that required they work weekends, I would pretty much only see them from Friday evening through Sunday afternoon. We did not communicate unless there was a change in the schedule for the weekend visit; otherwise they would arrive Friday at 6pm and leave by 3 on Sunday. When they were here, we wouldn't spend time together…well outside of the playroom I mean. They would cook meals but other than that they would spend time in their bedroom."
"They had their own room?" I ask surprised; I knew they didn't sleep in Christian's room but I guess it never occurred to me that they would have their own room.
"Yes, the guest room next to the playroom, well what is now your library, was where they would stay when they were here," he admits sadly.
"It all sounds very cold," I say.
"It was," he agrees. "That was sort of the point. I didn't want any emotional involvement, I thought by doing so I was protecting myself. The rules of the contract protected anyone from touching my chest or my back which was ultimately what I wanted. It was more of a business deal than anything, we negotiated a contract before it was signed, executed the contract and when necessary one of us would terminate the contract."
"A very kinky business deal," I giggle as I finish my glass of champagne.
"I guess that's one way to look at it," he laughs.
"Do you ever miss it?" I ask, clearly the alcohol giving me confidence.
"The contracts? No, I knew for some time even before I met you that it wasn't what I wanted. At first it served its purpose, I was able to fuck women who had to comply with my rules including not touching me and they were able to get what they wanted by giving up control. But after years of doing it, it did just really turn into a business deal. Although it satisfied me sexually of course, I started to want more," he explains.
"Do you miss the sex?" I whisper.
"I am more than satisfied with our sex life baby, you have nothing to worry about there; you are always able to satisfy me. I can never get enough of you; that was just fucking with you it's different, it's so much more….I always feel this emotional connection to you when we're together, it's something I've never felt with anyone else. With you we don't fuck; every time we're together I feel this incredible connection….there's no way to describe it. That connection, that's the reason I always want you," he pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him before his lips find mine kissing me passionately.
"So I see," I giggle feeling his erection under me as he pulls me closer to him.
"With your beautiful body on top of me like this how can I not react?" he thrusts his hips up slightly, allowing his erection to rub just against my clit.
"Christian," I moan grasping at his hair pulling his mouth into mine.
"I need you," he says against my lips, moving his hand beneath my skirt rubbing his fingers against my sex.
"Hmmmmmmmmm," I moan. "We should go upstairs."
"No, I want you now," he unbuttons his pants allowing his erection to immediately come out. He pushes my panties to the side so he can place himself just at my opening. He looks at me, his eyes almost begging me; I answer by sliding myself onto him until I take him in fully. We are both still fully clothed, the only part of us without clothes is our intimate connection. There's something so arousing about this, especially given that we are sitting in on the couch in the great room.
"Ride me baby," Christian demands.
Using the back of the couch for support, I begin to slowly move myself against him feeling my body stretch with every movement; I don't think I will ever get used to just how large Christian is. His hands are under my skirt within seconds, rubbing my clit as I increase the pace in which I'm moving against him. His mouth finds my nipples, through my shirt each time they come close to his mouth, and he tugs gently causing me to moan loudly.
"God you feel so good," he moans. "I need to come….Don't stop…."
"Yes….OHHHHHHHH…..YES!" I scream loudly as Christian pinches my clit while biting a little harder on my nipple triggering my release.
"ANA!" Christian screams as he finds his release moments later.
He pulls me close to him, leaving our connection still intact as I rest my head on his shoulder. We are both breathing heavy as we try to come down from our post orgasm bliss.
"I want to see you naked," he nips at my ear as I feel him stir within me moments later. I swear this man has an incredible sex drive; I can't believe he is ready to go again so soon.
"Not here, Gail and Taylor could walk in," I point out.
He wraps his arms around me lifting me up as he stands and carries me up the steps somehow never leaving my body. I can feel him continuing to get hard which arouses me even further and despite the orgasm moments ago my body is quickly ready for round two as he becomes fully erect deep inside of me. When we get to the bedroom, he gently pulls himself out of me placing me on the floor; I moan at the loss of contact and sudden empty feeling.
"Strip," he commands.
"You are so demanding when you drink," I giggle.
"Oh baby, you have no idea," he laughs.
I slowly take off my clothes, teasing him a little with glimpses of me before he finally pushes my hands away so he can take off my clothes. I take off his clothes just as fast, within seconds we are naked our hands are all over each other exploring each other as if we've been apart for ages.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he moans moments before his mouth captures mine.
I grasp his erection, slowly stroking it as his tongue explores mine allowing me to taste the champagne on this breath. His fingers tease my nipples ever so slightly increasing my arousal even more; my body is quickly on fire despite the orgasm moments ago. He groans when I place him against my sex and rub myself against him. His hands grasp my ass, moving me harshly against him as I tug on his hair pulling his mouth closer to mine. I'm quickly on the edge, the constant rubbing against my clit arousing me even further.
"Christian…" I whimper.
"Hmmmm?" he mummers.
"I need you," I beg.
"What do you need?" he asks seductively.
"You..." I moan as he pinches my nipple turning me on even more.
"I'm right here," he pushes himself harder against my clit increasing the need even more.
"Christian…." I beg. "Please….I want you."
"What do you want baby? Tell me…" he instructs.
"I need you….Please….make me come," I beg shamelessly as the fire within my body quickly becomes too much. Despite the intense orgasm moments ago in the great room, I'm desperate for a release and Christian playing with my nipples as he rubs against my clit just turns me on even more.
"As you wish," he smirks. "Lay on the edge of the bed."
I quickly move onto the bed, laying at the edge as Christian requested. He stands between my legs, gently pulling me closer to him as I blush as his eyes move over my entire body as if he is taking me in the for the first time. His hands follow his eyes, touching every inch of the front of my body which only increases the need even further. I'm moaning in need as Christian's mouth finds my nipple once again, teasing it just enough to keep me on edge but not enough so I can find my release.
"Christian….please," I beg, thrusting my hips up where I find his erection just barely touching me.
"You want this?" he rubs his erection against my throbbing sex.
"Yes! Oh God Yes!" I scream as he thrusts inside of me.
Christian stands up, pulling my hips even closer to him which allows to sink even deeper into me which makes me moan loudly in pleasure. He thrusts slow and deep into me, it's just enough to push me closer to the edge without sending me over. He bends over me, his arms on both sides of me; the change in position has him rub firmly against my clit.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream as the orgasm finally comes within reach.
"Come Ana," he demands as he thrusts hard and deep into me finally sending me over the edge.
"OH God! CHRISTIAN!" I scream, grasping his arms tightly as the orgasm finally hits me.
I swear the orgasm doesn't end, I'm moaning loudly in desperation as Christian continues to rub against my clit prolonging it even further. Never breaking our connection, Christian pulls me against him as he crawls onto the bed and within seconds he has me straddled on his lap as he rests against the headboard. He pinches my ever sensitive nipples just as I feel my body begin to come down from the intense orgasm moments ago.
"Ride me," He nips at my ear as his hands begin to move me against him.
As I begin moving against Christian, I realize that the orgasm is truly not ending as the slight movements and Christian's constant teasing of my nipples has my body desperately needing another release. Christian said it perfectly when we were talking earlier, the connection we have when we are together is like no other connection. If sex was like this for everyone I don't think people would ever leave the bedroom. I can never seem to get enough of Christian and clearly my body feels the same.
"Put your hands further back on my legs," Christian urges.
"A little further back….right there," he moans as I follow his requests and begin moving against him. The new position has him hitting that magical spot deep inside of me; when I open my eyes I see that his are glued to our connection. I blush but find myself aroused even more as he watches me slowly take him in.
"That is so fucking hot…." He moans watching our connection as I increase the pace even more.
His hands quickly find my nipples and I feel him trying to thrust into me as I pull back, his need clearly rising as quickly as mine is. I'm desperately trying to maintain the pace and hold off the orgasm that is so close, but as he continues to rub that spot with every movement I find myself thrusting against Christian faster and harder.
"That's it…Oh God….Don't stop baby!" he screams as the grip on my breasts tighten.
"Christian….." I beg but I'm not sure what for.
"Come with me Ana…." He moans as he thrusts hard and deep into me as he pulls me down so he hits that spot forcefully.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The orgasm finally takes over and I swear I lose all coordination of my body. I feel Christian's hands on my hips moving me against him, but I'm so overcome I can barely hold my body up.
"Fuck!" Christian finds his release moments later as he pulls me tight against him, my head resting on his with his hands wrapped around me.
"Wow…." I sigh as my breathing finally returns to normal.
"Yeah….wow," Christian agrees.
We stay like that for some time, Christian's hands rubbing up and down my back as we just take in the peacefulness. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be able to have a man touch me the way Christian does. Never did I think I would be so comfortable having someone see and touch my scars the way Christian can. Honestly, I always thought I was destined to be alone because no man would ever want me; not just because of my scars but because of my horrible nightmares and everything that I've been through.
"What are you thinking?" Christian asks.
"How lucky I am to have found you," I kiss him deeply.
"It is I who is lucky," he whispers. "You have brought so much to my life; I could never repay you for all that you have done for me."
"You have that completely wrong," I argue. "If it wasn't for you, I would probably still be living in some run down shelter or a crappy boarding home somewhere."
"Let's agree to disagree for now and just go to sleep," he yawns.