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Christian pov
"Maybe", I say as softly as I can. I hope se she misses it. You would ask me why I have to say it when I don't want the person I am saying this to hear it. I would answer it is a reply more to yourself than to anyone else. Sometimes you need to tell yourself what's wrong and so you have to voice the right thing out to make it more real and effective, if not anything else.
Angry eyes turn to look at me. Oops! No such luck. She didn't miss it.
" You promised!" she shouts at me. Her beautiful face getting redder with every passing second. A seething Ana, not a sight to behold.
If looks could kill, my family would be getting my grave ready by now.
"I know that Ana, I promised. But now I am having afterthoughts", I try to reason with her.
"Not again", pissed Ana replies.
"Ana it's just.., it feels wrong. You are so young. Even I am so young. What if we do something wrong?"
"For god's sake, Grey! Why do you keep saying this? Every one of our friends has had sex. Even Elliot and Kate. Why will it get wrong? And what will get wrong?"
" What if you get pregnant? What if I hurt you? What if Mom finds out?"
Ana rolls her eyes. I was expecting it. She always does it when we have this conversation.
" Ever heard of condoms? Just because your friend knocked up his girl friend even after wearing a condom doesn't make all the condoms defective! And you don't have to worry about hurting me because I don't even consider it as a reasonable point in your defense. And about Grace; really Christian? You want to be a momma's boy more than you want to fuck your girlfriend? And more over she got Elliot when she was in her teens!"
No point in arguing. My girl friend is real horny. Not that I am not, but i really want to wait. What if she regrets her decision in the future. I am elder to her, so maybe I should stop her.
And more than anything I don't want mom to find out about this. Ana lives with her mother in rent in a house than we own. The house was meant to be a servant's quarter, but my mother has allowed the Steeles to stay there. Carla worked in a house cleaning service. Since I was born, I have seen her clean our house. But five years ago, a terrible road accident turned their lives upside down. Carla's husband Ray Steele was taken dead and Carla was left with a damaged leg. Carla couldn't continue doing her job, so all the responsibilities fell upon Ana's shoulders. Ana started working at a hardware store. She didn't even earn a decent amount. With that money they could only afford food and Carla's medicines. My mother truly adored Carla, as she has known her for years. So my parents decided to fund Ana's schooling and give them this house to live, and of course, pardon the rent.
But since last year, mom and Carla's relation has turned sour. This is because I started dating Ana. My mom doesn't like my being with Ana. According to her it's inappropriate to date someone who has equal status as your servant. This is the only thing in which I don't agree with mom. But I can do nothing about her hating them. And now if I get engaged with Ana sexually, and mom finds out, I am officially fucked.
I think if she learns this, she is going to throw Ana and her mother out of the house and stop funding Ana's schooling.
I can't let that happen. I keep telling this to Ana, but she doesn't believe me. She thinks that mom won't go this far.
As I don't respond, Ana continues.
" Well if you are not interested then say it straight away because nowadays I have started to feel for Jose. He has been sending me roses since last week. He has even asked me out numerous times. I have only declined his offers. But now that you are no more interested in me, I think that I can agree to his offers because he doesn't make me feel unwanted like you do. And you know what I like him. I really do", she spits out.
Anger , like liquid hot lava bubbles up through my throat. I clench my fists.
" You know I could as well slay him. Then maybe he would stop sending you those fucking flowers. That motherfucker", I hiss at her.
" Huh.. don't you dare slang him or those beautiful flowers he sends me. At least he is better than you! Bye, I am going to meet him now", she barks and starts to open the door
Yes! That was it! That was the last thing she should have said. Now I am apoplectic.
Before she could open the door, I grab her wrist and push her at the door. I pin her hands on either side of her head. Somehow I see fear creep into those beautiful eyes of her. Yes she should be afraid, she chose him over me.
" You are fucking mine Anastasia! Just because I don't want you and your mother to get homeless and die out of cold and hunger in the streets of Seattle, don't say that I don't want you. Don't say that he is better than me. If I said I don't want to have sex now, doesn't give you the right to leave me. I won't let you leave me. He will die twice before you go to him for..", I say her gritting my teeth.
" For sex? ", she says completing my sentence. Now she seems more angry than fearful.
I give her a tight nod.
Ana pov
" For sex?"I ask him. He nods fractionally. He is pinning me to the door and he is seething. I have never seen him this bellicose. At first I was afraid that he might hurt me because I have gone too far. But the next moment I knew that I was even wrong thinking this. Christian would never hurt me. When I was just going to apologize, he spat his hurtful words at me. He thinks that I was going to sleep with Jose! How dare he! I will show him how much I dare! In this game he won't win. Moreover he has broken his promise for petty issues.
I intentionally soften my eyes. I turn puppy-eyed-Ana.
" Baby let me go! You are hurting me..", I wriggle my wrists in his grasp. He is shocked at my change of attitude and immediately releases me.
"I am sorry Christian. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean a word I said", I coo to him. I mean the last sentence but not the rest.
His expression softens. He holds my face in his palms.
"I will wait for the right time I swear. I love you", I coo again. And again I mean the last sentence only.
" I love you too Ana", he says and pecks me on the lips.
" I know. Listen I really have to leave now. Carla must be waiting for me. Bye."
Mom has already fallen asleep when I return. She rarely stays awake nowadays. After she lost Ray in the accident, she has changed. She is no more the fun-to-be-with mom. Nowadays she cries all night and sleeps through the day. You would ask that why not sleep at night and cry through the day. She would smile and answer with dreamy eyes that during daytime, the sunrays seeping through the window, heating her skin, reminds her of daddy. It makes her feel like Ray is touching her skin with his warm hands and spooning her. It is her solace, her moment of bliss. But I have no such luck. Every moment I miss daddy. I miss how we cuddled, how we played together, how he smiled, how … good we were together. I miss mom more. Once she had been beautiful. Large blue eyes, pale skin, golden brown hair and that heart-warming smile. But now gone are those blue eyes, they are replace by red rimmed eyes filled with pain. Her hair is no longer shiny and beautiful, due to lack of care. And that smile is gone like it has never been there. She has also developed this nasty habit of smoking. I plead with her every day, to give up this habit, but she never listens. I know I am losing her with every puff of smoke.
I lock my bedroom door and start to pack Christian's gift. I wrap it with blue gift paper. Then I make a birthday card for him. He says that he loves them. After applying glitters, colors and what not on it, it looks presentable.
After that I study for three hours. I make dinner and then wake mom up. Like every day she denies food but I manage to make her eat something. I have my dinner too and then go back to my room. I feel very tired, so I set the alarm to get up at 1158 pm and then go to sleep.
The persistent buzzing of the alarm wakes me up. I message Christian.
Balloons, confetti, cakes and gifts, I hope you have all of them flooding the entrance of your door. Just don't get too much drowned into them and forget that your girl friend is waiting for you to give you your birthday kiss..happy birthday..i love you baby! xoxo
I don't call him because I know that Grace might be in his room. A reply pops into my inbox within a minute.
Thank you so much baby. And I want my birthday kiss now!
I suppress a giggle. Like really! How is he going to get it! I pout my lips and imitate kissing him in the air.
" Now now Ana baby! Someone is getting very naughty".
Christian's voice rings through my room and I nearly jump off my bed out of shock. He is sitting on the window pane and smiling wickedly at me. He is dressed in black t-shirt and black jeans and looks his glorious self. His gray eyes are shining in the moonlight. He is covered in a purple hue, looking like an angel in the dead of the night.
" Christian, what are you doing here? Oh my god! What if Grace finds out?"
He climbs down the window pane and strides towards me.
" Elliot told me that he will inform me if mom knocks on my bedroom door which I have locked from inside. So no need to worry. Now about my birthday kiss."
He crushes his lips to mine and I am lost. I kiss him back with the same ardor. I pour the day's frustration into the kiss. Our fighting, his refusal to make love to me, mom not staying up to greet me when I come back home..everything.
We continue kissing till we are out of our breaths. Christian holds me while I stand wrapped in his arms, my favorite place. I look into his gray gray eyes while he looks into mine. Gray wasn't a color of my choice , I didn't like it at all. But after I met Christian it has become my favorite. How much I like everything that is gray- gray dresses, shoes, EYES, ties. The thought slaps me in the face. His gift is lying on my bed for his eyes to see! Shit!
I try to look over his shoulder to see the gift or whether it has vanished in thin air by god's grace. Unfortunately he turns his head too and spots the wrapped blue thing. Now I have to give it just now!
" A present for me it seems. Interesting" .
He saunters to the bed and gets himself seated on it. He picks up the gift and eyes it suspiciously.
" Happy birthday Christian", I coo with a full toothed grin.
" Can I open it?" He asks with an excited edge to his voice.
" It is yours to do as you please"
He un wraps the gift and out comes the silver tie. He just stares at it while I try to make out whether he liked it or not.
" Wow Ana its awesome, thank you so much!" All of a sudden he exclaims, then leaps at me and engulfs me into a bear like hug. Trust me , I could skip a thousand lunches for these reactions from Christian.
While he chokes me in his too tight hug, I have a mental monologue about whether I should give him the card now or not. Then a wonderful idea occurs to me and my lips curve in an evil smile. Later!
Christian spares my life and I notice than his face is illuminated with a malicious grin.
" I want to use the tie so much! Just now"
" You want wear the tie with jeans and t-shirt? Be my guest", I say snorting, my words dripping with sarcasm
" Trust me Anastasia, after I reveal to you what I plan to do with the tie right now, you will forget sarcasm", he says and his silver eyes turn dark with some emotion. Lust ? I don't know. Every time he gets a little physical with me his eyes are etched with hesitation. So, it is definitely not lust I guess.
While I am busy debating what he plans to do to me, he bends down and captures my lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. No not again! I know what he is going to do. He will arouse me and leave me hanging again. I can't take that anymore.
I try to push him away and he stops. I can see that he is shocked, shell shocked.
Yaya ! it is the first time I have stopped him. Then it dawns on him to and a knowing look gets plastered on his face.
" I am sorry Ana. I.."
" Please Christian I don't want to go there again"
He sighs. And then suddenly he bends down and picks me up bridal style. I start to protest but he throws me on my bed, shocking me even more.
" Now just keep your smart mouth shut. And let me do what I want to. Okay ?", he says climbing on the bed and straddling me.
" but Chris.."
" Shut up Ana. It's my birthday", he says and starts kissing my neck. Okay I get it! He had let me kiss his face and upper torso on my birthday on the promise that I won't insist on having sex. That was a dream come true, even though after that he said he suffered from blue balls and while I suffered from sodden panties.
So I decide to shut up.
He captures my wrists, pins them over my head and starts tying them up with the headboard with what I think is his tie.
Uncanny fear grips my throat as I take in account his ministrations. Even though I trust him with every fiber of my being, still tying me to bed is fortuitous.
I start to struggle to get my hands free from his hold.
" Christian what are you doing?"
" Calm down baby! I have read about this in some books and I want to try it out. I will tie your hands to this and then I am going to make you feel good."
Feel good? Oh god! What is he planning to do?
I have also read and enjoyed erotica. Some times in them the heroine is in the same state as I am in now, just before getting a cunnilingus.
Holy crap! Is a tongue job on the way? But Christian won't do it. He has never touched me down there and seems too hesitant to do that. Christian reminds me so much of Edward Cullen.
After he is done with the tying part he slithers down my body and straddles my crura.
He starts lifting the hem of the night gown I am wearing and the moment it reaches mid thigh I start struggling again. This time I know his intentions clearly.
" Christian just what are you..", I start saying trying to appear negligent and innocent. At least I can pretend that I am trying to save my virtue even though the inner Ana is performing a samba.
" Just relax baby. Just give in to the sensations. Don't fret", he says cutting me off.
By the time the hem of my gown reaches my pubic bone, I start becoming timorous. Questions like- ' Will he like me? Will I smell good to him down there? Will he taste me there? Will my taste disgust him? Does he like pubic hair? Will he like the way my labia minora is hidden by my labia majora unlike most women?' flood my brain.
Then an embarrassing and almost choking thought dawns on me. I am wearing white granny pants! But now it is too late, Christian is eyeing my panty clad private regions with an almost amused expression.
He runs a single finger on my panty line.
" As I had expected. You are so innocent and cute", he says seductively and I blush all over. His middle finger circles my pubic bone over the thin layer of fabric. I feel a tingling sensation down there and my skin heats under his finger.
He bends down and kisses my exposed navel and then just below it and my stomach clenches as I become hyperaware of everything touching my naked flesh. The bed feels unnaturally cool and Christian's lips feel unnaturally hot and moist. I am not that ticklish but the insides of my belly are ticking in a weird manner. My stomach is paining too, but not in a bad way. It is similar to the pain you feel when you are on a roller coaster or some equally terrifying ride.
After that he starts tugging down my underwear. he tosses my underwear behind him and a weird sense of relief surrounds me. He didn't laugh. So far so good.
He parts my legs and gets in between them. And here comes the hardest part. All those questions of un certainty surrounds me again. His beautiful face is etched with lust as he resumes gawking at my most intimate regions.
" You are so beautiful! And you waxed? Your panties wear telling a different story though", he says breathily and then bents down to inhale my female musk. " Oh baby! How good you smell!"
And just like that, I am drained of every unpleasant doubt. Of course he will like me, because he loves me. My mother has always told me 'where there is true love, physical appearances don't matter'.
He starts kissing and kneading my inner thighs and I moan with pleasure. My clitoris starts throbbing in anticipation of what's to come. The moment I feel this tongue touch my outer labia, I try to close my legs out of instinct. But the vice like, yet gentle grip of his hands prevents me from doing so. He parts my lips with his fingers and the tip of his tongue touches my bundle of nerves. I arch my back in pure pleasure and cry out.
" Wow Ana you are so wet for me and you taste like a rare delicacy. And don't make a sound so loud that it wakes Carla up", he says as he licks me with gentle strokes.
I am not worried about waking mom up. I can't hear her crying which means that she is asleep. She might have taken her sleeping pills, so no chance of hearing us.
My heart is throbbing in my ears. And I can feel my blood rushing to my clitoris from every part of my body. I feel my nipple constricting and goose bumps rising on my skin. I feel like something is approaching, but the gentle and lazy licks of his tongue are not letting me reach it. I raise my hips shamelessly and he gets my indication. The movement of his tongue change.
Now he is devouring me. The friction of his tongue against my sensitized flesh is painful yet pleasurable.
But in the end the pleasure outweighs the pain and I fall off the edge into a mind-blowing and body blowing orgasm.
In the next chapter, something awful is going to happen in Ana's life and both of their lives are going to be shattered. But this story of mine is a HEA! So, did you like it?
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