Happy Thanksgiving delay

Ana POV

Today is The Growing Together Gala and I hope everything is gonna be good and easy. But as always I'm a little bit nervous to see Christian after yesterday. I should know that Champagne and a Pool Table was a bad combination.

Right now, I'm in my way up to Christian's apartment, the door of the elevator opens and surprising, Christian is waiting for me in the living area.

"Hi you" I say. Right now I want to throw up "So I was thinking….. Maybe is the best if I get ready here in one of the guess room, if that is okay with you?" I say. He stands there without saying anything for a moment.

I think that he's about to say no.

"It's okay" he says. He gives me a weird smile, that just make me more nervous. Taylor appears from nowhere and I feel a little bit relaxed. "Taylor, take Ana's team to one of the guess rooms" and my team leaves with Taylor.

"You're sure that is mokay?, I know you don't like strangers in your house" I say looking around.

"Ana, they are you team of work and I'm sure that they all have signed a NDA" he says. He looks at me about to say something but I interrupted him.

"I should start to getting ready" I say. I give him a last look before leaving him in the living room.

A few hours later

I'm standing in my La Perla underwear and about to start putting my dress, but I just need to talk to Christian.

I don't like that the things between us are feeling weird.

I get my robe and get down stairs and make my way to Christian's room. I can hear the shower running.

I take a look around the room and think about the other night. I don't know how we do all that.

Flashback

After three bottles of champagne and a few games, We are sitting in floor, sharing our Fourth bottle and remembering the good times.

"You remember the red head that was in the cheerleader team? The one that was literally obsessed with you" I ask him. He looks like he's trying to remember. "A think her name was Danielle"

"I remember her, every time that I was in home from College and Mia invited those girls over, I feel like they were trying to abuse me or something worse" he says. Damn those girls were so intense. "I always feel like that there were watching all my movements"

Danielle definitely was.

"They always try to get your number or getting in your bedroom" I give him a smile "But they back off when someone told them that you were Gay" I smile at that memory. They were so heartbroken, they even cry.

"I have to thank you for that" he says. I give him a proud smile. "But I know that you told them that, because you where jealous" he takes the bottle from me.

"I wasn't jealous" I say looking at him. "They were really annoying" he gives me a smile. "And none of them were you type"

"In your great experience, what is my type?" He ask and I smile and take the bottle from him.

"Let me see, girls that know what they want and go for it" I start to say a take a sip from the bottle "Preferably, Brunettes with beautiful blue eyes and sexy af"

"Sounds like somebody that I know" he say getting close to me.

"But then again, somebody make you believe that your type is submissive girls that can't think for themselves" I look at him.

"Don't forget that I like girls with attitude and when they say what is in they minds"

"I know, that's why we are best friends, because I approve your type" I say and we both smile. "Thinking back then, we grown up so much and change a lot" he gives me a weird look.

"I think we are the same people that we were back then, except that now I'm richer" he says taking a sip of the bottle.

"I mean look at us, you are one of youngest billionaires and business man in the world, you don't fight anymore and you are living the live that you wanted" I say smiling.

"What you say about you? I remember that little girl that loves books and was shy but always have something to say" he says smiling at me. "The difference from that Ana and the one that is with me right now is nothing to big"

"You are one of the most beautiful girls that I ever meet, you are smart, you have great ideas and I know you are going to do more great things that anyone" I'm about to cry.

"You know, I remember that when I was thirteen, I had a big crush on you and it was stupid cause in that moment I was your best friends" I say and he look at me "But then again you knew that"

"When I was about to turn twenty, that night was the most amazing thing that happened to me" he say and I know which night he means "I kiss the most amazing girl that I ever meet and that night Was different, like nothing I ever feel" and we are very close right know.

"When that girl kiss me I feel like I was normal guy, like I wasn't fuck up or I wasn't a freak and when she touch me, I don't have problem with it"

"That night was very special for me too and I won't change anything about it" I say and he put my hair behind my ear.

"Nor what happened after that kiss?" He ask me looking at my eyes.

"For me, that night was amazing and I love that my first time was with you even that you already has sex before" I say smiling. I take the bottle and take the last sip.

"That night was for me like my first time and you was the first girl apart my family that was in my room" He says. I look at him and right now I feel something that I really don't want to feel.

"For me there were so many moments that were like my first time with you" He says.

For a moment we are looking at each other's eyes. I can't understand how this men can be so sweet, when he is drunk.

I stand up and take one of the cues from the wall and I don't want to talk about feelings anymore.

"I wanna play" I say. Christian smiles. "But let's make this more exiting, If I win..." I approach to him and I look him in his eyes "You have to fuck me in this table" I lick my lips.

He gazes at me as if he can't quite comprehend what I've said. "And if I win?" he asks after several shell-shocked beats.

"Then it's your choice"

His mouth twists as he contemplates his answer. "Okay, deal." He smirks. "Do you want to play pool, English snooker or carom billiards?"

"Pool, please. I want to end this quick" I say. I walk around the table and take my place.

"Would you like to break?" He feigns politeness. He's enjoying himself - he thinks he's going to win.

"Okay." I chalk the end of my cue, and blow the excess chalk off - staring up at Christian through my lashes. His eyes darken as I do.

I line up on the white ball and with a swift clean stroke, hit the center ball of the triangle square on with such force that a striped ball spins and plunges into the top right pocket.

I've scattered the rest of the balls, I can say that I'm a little bit drunk but that isn't a problem.

"I choose stripes," I say innocently, smiling coyly at Christian. His mouth twists in amusement.

"Be my guest," he says politely.

I proceed to pocket the next three balls in quick succession. Inside, I'm about to explode. Christian watches impassively, giving nothing away, but his amusement seems to ebb. I miss the green stripe by a hairsbreadth.

"You know, Ana, I could stand here and watch you leaning and stretching across this billiard table all night," he says appreciatively.

I smile. Thank heavens I am wearing sweatpants. He smirks. He's trying to put me off on my game, the bastard. He pulls his black t-shirt over his head, tosses it onto the back of a chair, and grins at me, as he saunters over to take his first shot.

I think two can play this game, I pull my sweatshirt over my head and thank god I'm wearing my La Perla black bustier.

He bends low over the table. My mouth goes dry. Oh, I see what he means. Christian in tight sweatpants and whiteout t-shirt, bending, like that... is something to behold. Now I'm pretty sure that I'm drunk. I quite lose my train of thought. He sinks four solids rapidly, then fouls by sinking the white.

"A very elementary mistake, Mr. Grey," I tease. Looking him through my lashes.

He smirks. "Ah, Miss Steele, I am but a foolish mortal. Your go, I believe." He waves at the table.

"You're not trying to lose are you?"

"Oh no. For what I have in mind as the prize, I want to win, Ana." He shrugs casually. "But then, I always want to win."

I narrow my eyes at him. Right then... I'm so glad I'm wearing my black bustier, which is pleasingly low-cut. I stalk around the table, bending low at every available opportunity - giving Christian an eyeful of my behind and my cleavage whenever I can. Two can play at that game. I glance at him.

"I know what you're doing," he whispers, his eyes dark.

I tilt my head coquettishly to one side, gently fondling my cue, running my hand up and down it slowly. "Oh. I am just deciding where to take my next shot," I murmur distractedly.

Leaning across, I hit the orange stripe into a better position. I then stand directly in front of Christian and take the rest from underneath the table. I line up my next shot, leaning right over the table. I hear Christian's sharp intake of breath, and of course, I miss. Shit.

He comes to stand behind me while I am still bent over the table and places his hand on my backside. Hmm... that's feel good.

"Are you waving this around to taunt me, Miss Steele?" And he smacks me, hard.

I gasp. "Yes," I mutter, because it's true. It's have been a time since we were like this.

"Be careful what you wish for, Ana."

I rub my behind as he wanders to the other end of the table, leans over, and takes his shot. Jeez, I could look at him all night. He hits the red ball, and it shoots into the left side pocket. He aims for the yellow, top right, and it just misses. I grin.

"Pool Table here we come," I taunt him.

He merely raises an eyebrow and directs me to continue. I make quick work of the green stripe and by some fluke, manage to knock in the final orange stripe.

"Name your pocket," Christian murmurs, and it's as if he's talking about something else, something dark and rude. I'm so wet right now, that all I want is to finish this.

"Top left-hand." I take aim over the black, hit it, but miss. It skirts wide. Damn.

Christian smiles a wicked grin as he leans over the table and makes short work of the two remaining solids. I am practically panting, watching him, his lithe body stretching over the table. He stands and chalks his cue, his eyes burning into me.

"If I win..."

Oh yes?

"I am going to spank you, then fuck you over this billiard table and when we are done with this table, I will take you to my room and I want to explore every surface."

Holy shit. Every single muscle south of my navel clenches hard, I'm not gonna say that he has never spank me, but I feel exited every time that he says something like this.

"Top right," he murmurs, pointing to the black, and bends to take the shot.

With easy grace, Christian taps the white ball so that it glides across the table, kisses the black and oh-so-slowly the black rolls, teeters on the edge, and finally drops into the top right pocket of the billiard table.

Damn.

He stands, and his mouth twists in a triumphant I-so-own-you-Steele smile. Putting down his cue, he saunters casually toward me, all tousled hair, sweatpants, and no t-shirt. He doesn't look like a CEO - he looks like a bad boy from the wrong side of town. He's so fucking sexy.

"You're not going to be a sore loser, are you?" he murmurs, barely containing his grin.

"Depends how hard you spank me and I gonna get what I wanted" I whisper, holding on to my cue for support. He takes my cue and puts it to one side, hooks his finger into the top of my bustier, and pulls me toward him.

"Well, let's count your misdemeanors, Miss Steele." He counts on his long fingers.

"One, embarrassing me in the restaurant. Two, arguing with me about Elena. And three, waving your delectable derriere at me for the last hour."

His eyes glow a soft gray with excitement, and leaning down, he rubs his nose against mine. "I want you to take your sweatpants off. Now." He plants a feather-soft kiss on my lips, wanders nonchalantly over to the door, and locks it.

Oh my.

When he turns and gazes at me, his eyes are burning. I stand paralyzed like a complete zombie, my heart pounding, my blood pumping, not actually able to move a muscle.

"Pants, Ana. You appear to still be wearing them. Take them off - or I will do it for you."

"You do it." I finally find my voice, and it sounds low and heated. Christian grins.

"Oh, Ana. It's a dirty job, but I think I can rise to the challenge."

"You normally rise to most challenges, Christian." I raise an eyebrow at him, and he smirks.

"Why, Ana, whatever do you mean?" On his way over to me, he pauses at the small desk built into one of the bookshelves. Reaching over, he picks up a twelve-inch Perspex ruler. He holds each end and flexes it, his eyes not leaving mine.

My mouth goes dry.

Suddenly, I'm more hot and bothered and damp in all the right places. Only Christian could turn me on with just a look and the flex of a ruler. He slips it into the back pocket of his pants and ambles toward me, eyes dark and full of promise. Without saying a word, he drops to his knees in front of me and grabs my hips, slips his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants. He peers up through his long lashes, grinning his most salacious grin as he slowly peels my pants off. I step out of them, glad that I'm wearing these pretty, pretty black lace thong, and he grasps the back of my legs and runs his nose along the apex of my thighs.

I practically melt.

"I want to be quite rough with you, Ana. You'll have to tell me to stop if it's too much," he breathes.

I lean on the side of the billiard table so I don't fall.

Oh my. He kisses me... through my pantys. I moan softly.

"Safe word?" I murmur.

"No, no safe word, just tell me to stop, and I'll stop. Understand?" He kisses me again, nuzzling me. Oh, that feels good. He stands, his stare intense. "Answer me," he orders his voice velvet soft.

"Yes, yes, I understand." I'm puzzled by his insistence.

"You've been dropping hints and giving me mixed signals all night, Ana," he says.

"You said you had a crush on me. I'm not sure what you meant by that, and I don't know how serious you were, but we are going to find out." A burning intensity born of his anxiety replaces his earlier cockiness.

Whoa, please don't be anxious, Christian. "I'll tell you. No safe word," I reiterate to reassure him.

"We're friends, Ana. Friends don't need safe words." He frowns. "Do they?"

"I guess not," I murmur. Jeez - how do I know?

He searches my face for any clue that I might lack the courage of my convictions, and I'm drunk and excited, too. I'm much happier to do this, knowing that he's gonna please me.

A slow smile stretches across his face, and he starts to unbutton my bustier, his deft fingers making short work of it, though he doesn't take it off. He leans over and picks up the cue. Oh fuck, what's he going to do with that?.

"You play well, Ana. I must say I'm surprised. Why don't you sink the black?"

I pout, wondering why the hell he should be surprised - sexy, arrogant bastard.

I position the white ball. Christian strolls back around the table and stands right behind me as I lean over to take my shot. He places his hand on my right thigh and runs his fingers up and down my leg, up to my behind and back again, lightly stroking me.

"I am going to miss if you keep doing that," I whisper, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of his hands on me.

"I don't care if you hit or miss, baby. I just wanted to see you like this - partially dressed, stretched out on my billiard table. Do you have any idea how hot you look at the moment?"

I flush. Taking a deep breath, I try to ignore him and line up my shot. It's impossible. He caresses my behind, over and over again.

"Top left," I murmur, then hit the white ball. He smacks me hard, squarely on my backside.

It's so unexpected, I yelp. The white hits the black, which bounces off the cushion wide of the pocket. Christian caresses my behind again.

"Oh, I think you need to try that again," he whispers. "You should concentrate, Ana."

I am panting now, excited by this game. He strolls to the end of the table, sets up the black ball again, then runs the white ball back down to me. He looks so carnal, dark eyed with a lascivious smile. How could I ever resist this man? I catch the ball and line it up, ready to strike again.

"Uh-uh," he admonishes. "Just wait." Oh, he just loves prolonging the agony. He wanders back and stands behind me again. I close my eyes once more as he strokes my left thigh this time then fondles my backside again.

"Take aim," he breathes.

I can't help my moan as desire twists and turns inside me. And I try, really try, to think about where I should hit the black with the white. I shift slightly to my right, and he follows me. I bend over the table once more. Using every last vestige of inner strength - which has diminished considerably since I know what will happen once I strike the white ball - I take aim and hit the white again. Christian smacks me once more, hard.

Ow! I miss again. "Oh no! " I groan. I don't think that I can't take more of this.

"Once more, Ana. And if you miss this time, I'm really going to let you have it."

What? Have what?

He sets up the black ball once more and walks, achingly slow, back to me until he's standing behind me, caressing my backside once more.

"You can do it," he coaxes.

Oh - not when you're distracting me like this. I push my behind back against his hand, and he smacks me lightly.

"Eager, Miss Steele?" he murmurs.

Yes. I want you.

"Well, let's get rid of these." He gently slides my panties down my thighs and off. I can't see what he does with them, but he leaves me feeling exposed as he plants a soft kiss on each cheek.

"Take the shot, baby."

I want to whimper, this is so not going to happen. I know I am going to miss. I line up the white, hit it, and in my impatience, miss the black completely. I wait for the blow - but it doesn't come. Instead he leans right over me, flattening me against the table, takes the cue out of my hand and rolls it to the side cushion. I can feel him, hard, against my backside.

"You missed," he says softly in my ear. My cheek is pressed against the baize. "Put your hands flat on the table."

I do as he says.

"Good. I'm going to spank you now and next time, maybe you won't." He shifts so he's standing to my left side, his erection against my hip.

I groan and my heart leaps into my mouth. My breath comes in short pants and a hot, heavy excitement courses through my veins. Gently, he caresses my behind and curls his other hand around the nape of my neck, his fingers fisting in my hair, his elbow at my back, holding me down. I am completely helpless.

"Open your legs," he murmurs and for a moment, I hesitate. And he smacks me hard with the ruler! The noise is harsher than the sting, and it takes me by surprise. I gasp, and he hits me again.

"Legs," he orders. I open my legs, panting. The ruler strikes again. Ow - it stings, but its crack across my skin sounds worse than it feels.

I close my eyes and absorb the pain. It's not too bad, and Christian's breathing becomes harsher. He hits me again and again, and I moan. I am not sure how many more strokes I can bear - but hearing him, knowing how turned on he is, feeds my arousal and my willingness to continue. The ruler strikes once more, and I moan loudly, and Christian groans in response. He hits me again - and again... and once more... harder this time - and I wince.

"Stop." The word is out of my mouth before I'm even aware that I've said it. Christian drops the ruler immediately and releases me.

"Enough?" he whispers.

"Yes." I want is him to fuck me.

"I want to fuck you now," he says, his voice strained.

"Yes, please" I murmur with longing. He undoes his fly, as I lie panting on the table, knowing that he's going to be rough.

I marvel once more at how I have managed - and yes, enjoyed - what he's done to me up to this point. It's so dark but so him.

He eases two fingers inside me and moves them in a circular motion. The feeling is exquisite. Closing my eyes, I revel in the sensation. Then he's standing behind me, between my legs, pushing them wider.

Slowly he sinks into me, filling me. I hear his groan of pure pleasure, and it stirs my soul. He grasps my hips firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into me, causing me to cry out. He stills for a moment.

"Again?" he asks softly.

"Yes... I'm fine. Lose yourself... take me with you," I murmur breathlessly.

He moans low in his throat, eases out of me once more, then slams into me, and repeats this over and over slowly, deliberately - a punishing, brutal, heavenly rhythm.

Oh fucking my... My insides begin to quicken. He feels it, too, and increases the rhythm, pushing me, higher, harder, faster - and I surrender, exploding around him - a draining, soul-grabbing orgasm that leaves me spent and exhausted.

I'm vaguely aware that Christian, too, is letting go, calling my name, his fingers digging into my hips, and then he stills and collapses on me. We sink to the floor, and he cradles me in his arms.

"Thank you, Ana," he breathes, covering my upturned face in soft feather-light kisses.

I open my eyes and gaze up at him, and he wraps his arms tighter around me.

"Your cheek is pink from the baize," he murmurs, rubbing my face tenderly. "How was that?" His eyes are wide and cautious.

"Teeth-clenchingly good," I mutter. "I like it rough, Christian, you know it"

He closes his eyes and hugs me even tighter.

Jeez, I can't believe that I want more.

"You never fail, Ana. You are beautiful, bright, challenging, fun, sexy and you are my best friend" He kisses my hair. I smile and yawn against his chest. "I'm wearing you out,"

"I think they are a few surfaces that I want to explore in you room" I say and he smiles.

End of Flashback

To be fair, I have to say that we explore this room completely.

Every surface, the bed, the floor, the bathroom, Christian's dress room, the couch, even the windows and the balcony.

I come back to reality when I hear Christian calling my name.

"What are you doing here?" He ask. I look a him and God he looks so fucking good right now with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I think we should talk" I say. He looks at me.

"Talk then" he say. He start to drying up his hair with another towel.

"I don't want things getting weird and right know it feels weird" I say. He looks at me with that look.

"If the things are weird is because of you Ana, every time that we have sex, the day after you start to acting like that you regret it" he say. I know that he is angry about that.

"I don't regret it, I don't want that if we get to comfortable with each other in some way our friendship can be damaged" I say. He started to laughing. I don't this is funny moment.

"Ana, we know each other since you were 4, I'm your best friend, I was your first time and somehow you were mine, you are the only girl that has ever sleep with me in my bedroom" He start saying. Takes a few steps towards me and now he's standing in front of me "We should leave the bullshit that you don't want us to get comfortable"

"I don't want to our friendship getting damaged, we are best friends and if this continues we are going to be Friends with benefits" I say. He looks a me "It's gonna end bad for you lifestyle"

"We are talking about us" He says. He take my hand and look my eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask. He stares at for a moment.

"I want that the things between us to not be weird, I want to be there for you like always. Don't have to be different" He say.

"So you are down for me to use you? That's new" I say. Looking in his eyes, I see the Christian that I know so well.

"I just want that you and me can act mature about something and for you don't act weird about it" He says.

"I think I can do that" I say. He smiles. "I should finish getting ready" I let go his hands and start walking to the door.