I was awakened from our afternoon slumber by a soft knock at the door.

"Mr. Grey, Miss Ana," Leikela spoke softly through the door.

I shake my head from the cobwebs and sit up, Christian feels me stirring pulls me tighter to him.

"Sorry Leikela, we'll be out soon," I yell out, hoping that it doesn't wake up Christian.

"It's okay, I was just wondering about dinner," she says through the door. I felt so rude that I couldn't even get up to talk to her.

"Let me get Christian up," I say.

"Of course," she says, and I could hear her soft footsteps going down the hall.

I smile at the man who was still asleep, he's been so stressed lately. I haven't seen him like this with his family, but I'm glad that he could open up to me… Okay, I was fucking happy that it was only with me. See, I'm a possessive and jealous bitch. Is this how love is? Well, I guess love makes you do crazy things. I slid the blanket off him and untangled his hold of me; I ran my hand over his cock making it twitch. I happily took him into my mouth greedily.

"Love?" Christian stirs. I greeted him by sucking in him harder, I started playing with his balls and jerking the little bit of his shaft I couldn't get down my throat. I feel him sit up, I look him in the eyes and see the hunger, which only spurs me on further. I started humming on his cock; he ran both of his hands on my hair and pulled me down further.

"I'm going to come," he moans out and starts lightly thrusting into my mouth. "Yes, Ana, I love your mouth. So fucking sexy, uhhh," he yelps and I could feel his cum flow down my throat.

"You're delicious," I smiled at him, then he quickly pulls me up to him and devours my mouth.

"I will love you forever," he purrs.

"Promise?"

"Yes."

xx

The rest of the day was spent giving each other teasing kisses and caresses, but Christian didn't want to have any actual sex, because he thought I would be "too sore." I tried to tell him that I'm a big girl and I can handle it, but when I was barely able to walk he put his foot down. He did promise that once I'm in the clear he would fuck me until I couldn't walk again, this in turns makes me smile mischievously.

The following days were passing quickly, much too fast in my opinion. We swam, laid on the beach, and participated in a lot of oral activities. I can't seem to get enough of his lovely appendage and his mouth. We also found out that we like to play.

We found this out when we were talking in bed one day after a round of said activities… We talked about what we were comfortable in bed; I found out that he likes very, very dirty talk… like slut talk. I'm not going to lie if it was anyone else I would walk away from him and never look back, but somehow this just pushed my need for him. He liked rough sex and admitted that he's never actually made love until the other night with me. This again made me run hot.

"I've only fucked girls, we both got we want and they left soon after."

"You are such a guy," I teased him, but he seemed to take it to heart.

He shrugs, "I'm glad that you're the only woman I've ever made love to. You giving me your virginity was the greatest gift you could have ever given to me because I know that you are mine. Your first and your last."

"You're awfully sure of yourself," I teased.

He harrumphs, "You will be mine." He said with such force that I didn't have it in me to argue, he lunges at me so he was pressed on top of me.

"Could you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have only one," I said softly.

He tenses, "Anastasia, there is no one else better than you. I don't see other women, even when we weren't together… in the past…. I only went for the women that resembled you." Christian looked at me searching for any sort of anger or discomfort, but when I didn't show him anything but understanding he continued. "And now that I finally have you, why would I want to stray when I have the real thing at home? I will be true to you and to our relationship, the vows we will make to each other. I will always be faithful in every sense of the word. You are my world, no one will ever fucking compare to you."

I bit my lip and looked into his eyes, there was pain etched in his face.

"I'm sorry, Christian, I didn't mean to upset you… I'm just not used to having an actual relationship. My parents weren't the best example of that."

"Just use my parents, my father has never had or desired for a goomah*," he spat out the last word like it was vile. "He has been faithful to my mother for the entirety of their relationship. Yes, they've had days where they fight, but it's because they know each other so well that they know how to get under each other's skin. My mom has gone days without talking to my father, because of something he did, but my father never once looked at another woman during those or any other days. We are a loyal and faithful family, I can promise you this," he looks me straight in my eyes and kisses my nose. "Plus, I'm not like those other bastards, I'm completely obsessed with you," he laughs. "I would never forget a birthday or anniversary… but Valentine's Day is up in the air. I never saw the point of that."

"Yeah, me either," I smiled at him as he wrapped me in his arms. "I trust you, Christian, with my life and heart."

"So baby, what are you limits?" he asks, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, anything…. I want to try it all," I sucked on his chin.

He quirked his eyebrow at me, "Will you be my cock slut?"

I looked at him, but there was no trace of humour… when the words slipped into his mouth I had an overwhelming need for him. "Yes," I said with determination.

He gave me a sexy grin and pushed his tongue inside me, "Ana you are mine, no one takes what's mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I tremble under him.

"Miss Ana, what would you like for lunch today?" Leikela asked from the patio, Christian and I were sitting by the pool.

"Anything will be fine," I said smiling at her, "do you need help?"

"No, don't be silly," she laughs, "I only get to cook for others once a year."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Mr. Grey and his family come annually," she said a little sadly, but like our interaction never happened, she says lunch will be ready soon.

"Christian," I asked, tapping his arm.

"What?" he asked, sleep still in his voice.

"Why does Leikela seem sad?"

"I dunno," he murmurs and falls back to sleep.

"You are no help at all," I whisper as I stand up and head for the kitchen.

I see Leikela behind the island, whisking something and wiping away tears.

"Can I help?" I asked once I was only a metre away from her.

"It's okay, ipo," she says quietly

I didn't say anything else and wrapped my arms around her; she laid her head on my shoulder and began to cry.

"What's wrong? Is it your family?" I asked.

"Yes," she cried softly, "my husband died a few years ago. Mr. Grey was kind enough to let me stay and take care of his house while he was away because this was the only home I've known since moving here. So, the only time I get to take care of anyone is on the rare occasion that they come on vacation. It's been so nice to take care of you both"

"What about your children?" I asked softly, but she tensed and cried a little harder.

"I've never had children…," she sobbed.

My heart broke, so I hugged tighter and rubbed her back to soothe her.

"I'm so sorry for bringing it up."

"It's all right," she smiles up at me, "now come on, since you're here we should get lunch ready."

Once we had lunch all ready, a spring salad, rosemary garlic crusted lamb chops with sautéed vegetables and garlic potato mash. Everything smelled so delicious my mouth was watering at the thought of devouring this meal.

"Would you please set up the table?" Leikela asked.

"Yes," I said brightly. Grabbing three plate settings, I headed for the dining room, I looked out the large window facing the backyard and tried to locate Christian. He was still face down on a chair with his sunglasses perched on top of his head, I went back to the kitchen where Leikela was doing the finishing touches on our lunch. She brought the salad and wine into the other room, and when she came back she had a place setting with her.

"What's wrong?" I asked frantically as I was dipping a spoon in the leftover mash potatoes.

"You didn't have to set up a place for me," she said, "but it was sweet."

"Why? Do you have plans?" I asked, frowning at the fact that I should have asked if she had any other things to do today.

"No, Miss Ana, I don't eat with you and Mr. Grey."

"Why not?" I looked at her curiously.

"Because…"

"Don't be silly, there's only three of us here," I shook my head at her, I grabbed the things in her hands and placed them back on the table.

"Something smells great!" Christian comes up from behind and hugs me.

"All Leikela!" I exclaimed.

"Do we have a guest?" Christian asked, motioning to the extra setting.

"No, Leikela," I said simply, cocking my eyebrow to see if he had any problems with that.

"Good," he smiles at me and kisses me on my temple.

"Good, get changed into something decent," I said.

"What about you?"

"I'm wearing a dress, you, on the other hand, are shirtless. I for one love your naked physique, but it isn't just the two of us," I swat his chest.

"Alright," he grumbles, and then whispers into my ear, "but right after lunch I'm going to have you naked and spread eagle in the office."

I could only imagine what we would look like. Ugh. I clench my thighs and try to even out my breathing as he walked out of the room.

xx

Lunch went by quickly with easy conversation; I was glad that I got to know Leikela in another way. Though I offered to help with the dishes, she put her foot down and practically told us to scram. Christian was all too happy to oblige. He carried me over his arm to the rarely used office and placed me on top of the desk. No words were spoken as he placed fiery kisses throughout my body, and all too soon our moans and heavy breathing filled the room. My arms were around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me. The only things that were in the way were our clothes, which were only on to tease us. I was grinding my hips onto his as our tongues tangled with each other, he then detached himself and licked his way from my lips to the middle of my breasts.

"This needs to come off," he growls as he rips the garment from its seams. And fuck did that ever turn me on.

He quickly pounced on my breasts, giving each of them ample attention. He flicked, sucked, and rolled his tongue over my hard nipples. My toes curled at the feel of his vigorous tongue on my skin, my head lolled back he left soppy kisses down my stomach.

"Ana I'm going to fuck you," he states simply and unzips his trousers revealing his stiff cock. I quickly grabbed it with my right hand as I tried to unbutton his shirt with the other hand.

"Need some help here," I moaned out, he chuckles as he pulls it off of him. I spat on my hand and started to furiously jack him off, practically tugging him to me. "Fuck me now, I need your cock to fill my pussy."

"Mmm, you're so needy, my sweet tight cunt…." He groans as he slams into me with such force it pushes the desk backward.

"Yes, fuck my pussy baby," I yell out, nipping his shoulder blades. The exertion was simply blissful, he was fucking me so hard that when I close my eyes I was seeing an array of neon colours.

"You're my little cock slut aren't you? Your cunt needs me, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I moan, he pulls my legs up so they were parallel to his chest. My ankles on his shoulders, I lay my body down revelling in the feeling of being so full. He holds both of my legs close to him with one arm and the other is playing with my ass hole.

His pace was fast and rough; the room filled with the sound of our slick skin slapping and my wetness when he slams into me.

Christian let's go of my legs and pulls me up to him, my legs automatically wrap around his waist again and he carries me to the wall while his cock was still very much inside me. I bounced on his cock happily; fuck this man is built.

He growled as he places my legs on the crook of his arms as he continues to enter me.

"Who's cunt is this?" he growled in my ear as he pummelled into me. The only answer I gave him was a very loud moan escaping my lips as sweat began to pour, "Who is it?" he repeated in a demanding voice.

"Yours," I whimpered.

"That's fucking right, no one will fucking have you," he growled. This possessive Christian turned me on; there was something animalistic and feral that takes overall control of him, and that ever push me over the edge. I met him thrust for thrust as I lost all control; I let out a loud cry and bit down on his shoulder as I came hard.

I felt myself squirt; I looked into his eyes as we had a silent conversation. We both looked down at the same time and I could see my cum had squirt on his stomach and down his legs. We both smiled and had a little laugh. For a moment our haze of dirty talk was lifted and we just burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Baby, that was fucking hot," he sighs and licks my neck.

"I think we did that together," I nibbled on his earlobes, and whispered, "now fuck me, big boy."

"With pleasure," he purrs.

He unpins us and bends me over his desk, spreading my legs apart. He runs the tip of his cock over my slit and then slams into me, making the desk underneath me shakes again. He grabs my hands and pulls them back, suspending me from the desk.

"I want you to come again for me," he moaned in my ear, with his other hand he rubs my clit furiously. I cried out as his thrusts became more erratic.

"Fuck, yes Christian!" I yell out, "Fuck… baby, I'm coming again."

"Yes, fuck baby cum on my cock-" he gasps.

"Baby, I'm so close," I gasp trying to catch my breath. "I want to feel you come inside me."

"Ana," he moans out as I could feel his seed spill inside me, which triggered my climax. After a few lazy thrusts, we both collapsed on the desk in a mess of sweat.

"We smell like sex," I whispered, as a laugh escapes me.

"Hmm just the way I like it," he says lazily, as we burst into a fit of giggles. "I love you."