Chapter Twenty Nine
This turned up in my head while trying to write Christian's birthday festivities. Enjoy!
Christian's POV
"You're the only one Christian, you're it for me. You're mine. I'm yours." My darling softly says. My heart feels as though it's about to burst out of my chest. SHE SAID YES SHE SAID YES SHE SAID YES. Wait, did she just speak again? She puts her right hand in mine, I rub her fingers following eagerly behind her like a puppy. Where are we going? The playroom. My dick twitches, all I want is to be inside my future wife.
"Why are we going to the playroom?" I ask thankful she can't see my pout, I don't want to fuck I want to love her.
"That's where your present is." She replies looking back at me with a cheeky grin. My present? Will she submit to me? My dick is getting harder, I'll make love to her all night. Now we can fuck. Maybe she'll let me spank her with the ben wa balls.
"Holy fuck." I whisper seeing the pole, is she going to dance for me? There's no one else here. Thank fuck. She leads me to the couch where I gingerly sit down. I love her, but I don't want her to hurt herself. Holy shit she's stripping for me. Fuck. That lace. I want to rip it off of her. Then I hear the music reminiscent of metal clinking. I'm hypnotised watching her, then the lyrics begin.
I am not afraid anymore
Standing in the eye of the storm
Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth
I am not afraid anymore
I want what you got in store
I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat now
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
No no no
No no no
No no no
No no no
I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, but she play to win, heaven gonna hate me
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
It's not until the silence deafens the room and my world stops as she's upside down on the pole completely still that I notice I'm naked from the waist down and stroking myself.
"Anastasia." Is all I can manage to say. I've never been shocked like this in all my life. I've never been more aroused in my life. She is a sexual goddess. She owned that pole like she was its master. Our eyes lock as her feet touch the floor bringing her closer to me one step at a time. I'm hers. She reaches me, I moan her name it's the call of the owned man. I want to worship her body, before I get to she begins to massage my thighs pushing me further into the couch.
Holy fuck. She gets better every time she takes me into her glorious mouth. She owns me. I am hers. I would kneel before her, my head bowed awaiting orders from my mistress. My vision blurs as my orgasm begins.
"I... I'm going to come." I warn her before emptying into her mouth she drinks all of me down, my darling, my future wife, my maybe mistress.
"Anastasia." I say softly.
"I love you Christian." She whispers kissing my scars, healing me. No longer do I associate my chest being touched with pain.
"Bath darling?" I ask, it's my turn to worship her.
"Yes please."
We quickly make our way to our bedroom hand in hand, I leave Anastasia sat on the bed so I can run our bath. Gail had everything ready I just had to light the candles, run the bath and put the petals in.
"This is perfect." Anastasia moans stepping into the warm water.
"Even more perfect." I reply pulling her so she sits on my lap her back to my front, I massage her succulent breasts kissing her neck.
"Christian, I need you." She groans rubbing against my erection, she lifts her self up as I position myself at her entrance before she slams down making us both groan.
"Where did you learn to pole dance?" I ask holding my future wife shivering slightly as the bath water cools.
"My mom got a voucher for lessons from one of her friends as a present for her bachelorette
party when she married Bob, she absolutely loves it and taught me. It gave us something in common to focus on and bond over. I love it." She explains
"So, no one but your mother has seen you dance?" I ask the tension leaving my shoulders, she freezes bringing it back.
"Mom, you, Kate and a few others once." She hesitates.
"Anastasia."
"I may have lied when I said I hadn't been drunk before, my birthday last year I got absolutely wasted with my mom and Kate, we stumbled into a strip club long story short I ended up on the pole. Mom has it on video." She laughs.
"How many people were there?" I ask trying to control my anger, what was she wearing? How many people saw her?
"About five customers."
"What were you wearing?" I ask trying to keep my voice even.
"Leggings, tshirt and chucks." She laughs. "No, I didn't have the chucks on. They wouldn't allow sneakers on the stage."
"Okay." I can not ruin this moment, I need to make her laugh. "We get engaged and suddenly I find out your wild past." I laugh kissing her neck.
"Take me to our bed my future husband, and love me all night long." She turns kissing my face.
"As my future wife commands."