Chapter Four
Christian looks sheepish, Flynn looks impassive and I'm trying not to be jealous.
"Deal." He looks down taking my hand as we say our goodbyes to Dr Flynn leaving his office.
"You're driving home?" I say as he gets into the drivers seat, Taylor in the back.
"Home?" He smirks.
"Wherever we're going is home to me."
"Nice save." He retorts before starting the car.
"So, how are you not completely riddled with STDs & paternity claims after having sex with ninety four women?" I ask with a nervous laugh.
"Always use a condom, get checked regularly. There's been a couple of slip ups with STDs, but nothing some antibiotics can't cure. And I'm completely clean and childless. Thankfully." He smirks.
"How did you get to have sex with all those people?"
"Just women. When I was Elena's sub she would get me to try other Dom's so she could observe my training." He begins his voice filled with disdain. "Then when I was training as a Dom she would get submissive's in their own training to observe my training again. That and my own submissives." He finishes his brow furrowed.
"Were you going to rent me out to other doms to further my training" I ask the scorn back on my voice.
"No. You're mine. As my submissive you would have been mine, my responsibility I'll not have other people touching what's mine. That's in the contract." His scorn matching mine. "When Elena would do that to me I felt like the crack whore." His voice cracks, I think he's seeing a connection between Elena and his mother's pimp.
"You're starting to see how toxic she was aren't you."
"Yes."
"Put the radio on, we'll talk about this another time." I suggest hoping to ease the tension, it works as my favourite song comes on.
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,
The other on my heart,
I look around, turn the radio down, he says, "baby is something wrong?"
I say "nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song, "
And he says,
I sing (shout) the opening verse at the top of my lungs before Christian shocks me by joining in.
"I knew you had an eclectic taste in music but Taylor Swift?"
"Mia loves her, she's pretty good."
When we get into the Elevator is where the feeling changes, it's not soft and easy anymore. It's red. The good red. Passion, heat and above all love. I lean back against the wall with my head up, thankfully Taylor decided not to ride up with us. Or Christian told him not too. His hand caresses my ass forcefully through the navy denim. Before anything more happens the doors open into the foyer. I begin to walk quickly, give up and run to the bedroom, I can hear him following close behind me. Good. I pull my tshirt off and throw it to the floor, somehow I don't trip.
He overtakes me getting to the bedroom first, when I get there one shoe's by the bed the other out of sight, his shirt has landed hooked over the bathroom door knob. He's taking his jeans off while on the bed. He hasn't got any boxers on. I roam my eyes over his beautifully sculpted body. He's mine. All mine. He isn't my Dom, he's my partner. I undo my laces finally getting my converse off, yank my jeans down and I'm just in my underwear before him.
His hands reach out for me, I hold his forearms staring at his chest knowing the story wishing I could kiss every pain away.
"I know I'm disgusting." He mutters his head down, maybe baring his soul has had an effect on him unsurprisingly.
"Don't. You. Dare. Think. That. You are NOT disgusting, you are wonderful. You're my lovely boyfriend, partner whatever we are. You had some disgusting things happen to you, but they in no way makeup who you are. I long to touch you, but that will wait until you're ready. But never forget I love you." I smile holding his hands moving them to my waist so I can bury my face in his angelic neck.
"Say it again." He whispers in my ear.
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you! Christian Trevelyan Grey. I love Christian Trevelyan Grey. I'll always love you." These are happy tears flowing between us now.
"One day you'll be able to touch me, I promise." He vows before kissing me forcefully, his tongue invading my mouth. His hands hold my waist to him, I don't know where to put my hands I don't want to touch him in the wrong place so they go into his hair, keeping his face on mine.
"Ow!" I yelp as he rips my panties off, I unhook my bra myself still kissing him throwing it somewhere to my left.
Christian breaks the kiss to lift me up and carefully place me in the middle of the bed, he takes his time kissing every part of my body, working his way up from the tip of my toes on my left foot all the way up to the top of my thighs, and back down again, then he licks my clit before placing a kiss on my pubic hair, and kissing up my body. All over my torso, even both arms and my fingers have been worshiped. He kisses my lips once more his naked body over mine, he's kneeling over me.
"Hearts and flowers Anastasia, always." He whispers into my next before kissing in that sweet spot below my ear.
"Forever and always, you and me." I breathlessly promise.
We make love slowly for hours, by the time we're sated it's gone three in the afternoon and we're both hungry for food instead of each other. I wear only a tshirt and Christians track bottoms, he wears the same.
We (I) put together a plate of cheeses, grapes, apples and breads.
"Do you have any Buffy DVD's?" I ask before we sit at the breakfast bar.
"Yeah, in the media room."
"Eat and watch?" I suggest, he smiles brightly bringing our drinks so I can bring the platter we decided to share.
"Do you still want to go to that gala tonight?" He asks sounding reluctant.
"I don't have anything to wear!" I sit up straight in a panic.
"I can cancel, it's not a problem. We could go on that date tonight?" He smiles.
"Date tomorrow, snuggle and DVD's tonight."
"You seem different today?" He asks frowning.
"I'm your girlfriend, not your submissive..." I begin
"That means I can't ask you about yourself?" I take a deep breath before I respond.
"Can I finish what I was saying?" He nods. "I'm your girlfriend, not your submissive. You're not with me because of a contract, this is us together forever. Whatever happens from now will be okay, it's like a new confidence I have. I love you, when I tell you that you're not balking. We're working on our individual issues to be stronger. I'm not spending my Saturday stuck in your playroom tied up and roughly fucked, we're spending our Saturday making love and snuggling. I'm happy. And I start my new job Monday. I feel good." A lone tear falls down his cheek.
"I ... I love you Anastasia." He confesses
"Oh my love! I love you so much Christian." I reply kissing his cheek. He holds me closer, his hand making its way into my bottoms, stroking me. He's insatiable. I love it.
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