Christian leads me into the elevator in Escala, still firmly holding my hand and raising my anxiety as he pushes his button for his floor. What has he got planned?
"What are you thinking, Anastasia?", he asks, interrupting my reverie.
"What do you have planned for tonight?", I ask and he gives me a wolfish grin before giving me a response.
"I guess we'll have to find out", he replies before lifting my hand and kissing my knuckles in turn. God, he's so frustrating sometimes.
He smirks when he notices my expression but before I can respond, the elevator dings and Christian leads me into the great room, still holding my hand firmly.
"Where is everyone?", I ask when the doors close.
"Watching the CCTV footage for Leila. They won't bother us tonight", he replies, anxious I think. Before I can press him on it further, he suddenly pulls me in and after a moment's hesitation, pulls my face to his and kisses me tenderly, instantly releasing delicious tingles down my spine. When his tongue teases the tip of my own, I gasp softly, allowing him more access to my mouth, and we explore and taste each other, leading to a small moan emanating from my throat. I feel him smirk against my lips and he kisses me one more time before pulling away, leaving me breathless.
"Are you sure you want to do this?", he asks anxiously and it takes me a moment to process what he means.
"Making love in your room", he assures me and I blush under his gaze.
"Only if you want to", I whisper and he closes his eyes briefly before opening them and assessing me silently.
"On one condition", he says simply and my brow furrows in response.
"What?", I breathe. What has he got planned?
"Come. I'll tell you when we're there", he responds and I pout in response. God, he's infuriating sometimes. He smirks at my reaction but before I can respond, he takes my hand in his and leads me upstairs before stopping outside a door at the end of the hall; my old sub room.
"Are you sure about this?", he asks me again, slightly more anxious, I think.
"Yes", I pant and after a moment, he unlocks the door and gestures for me to enter first and I comply. He walks in behind me and closes the door briskly and I take a moment to marvel at the sight. It's still the same from the last time I was here, just before I left him.
"Can you keep an open mind?", he inquires.
"Yes?", I reply, though I still don't know what he wants.
"Undress me", he says and my eyes widen at his request. He wants me to undress him. I greedily glance up and down his body and after checking his posture—he's slightly tense—I go to reach for his jacket before he stops my hand. What's wrong?
"Not here", he regards me and I feel a pang of disappointment.
Give him time, Ana. He doesn't like to be touched, my subconscious reminds and after giving Christian a sincere smile, I instead reach for the waistband of his jeans and unhurriedly undo them before slowly sliding them down his legs, still leaving his boxers and motion for him to step out. He smirks at my silent command but does as he's told. I then reach for his boxers and they follow down his legs and I briefly smirks as he springs to life as I toss his boxers to the side. Not being able to resist, I lean forward and grip him tightly in my hand and after running my thumb over his tip, I gently insert him in my mouth and suck. Hard.
"Fuck, Ana", he gasps and I sheath my teeth as I take more of his length. I swirl my tongue around and around as his hips flex at my assault, and I look up at him through my lashes with lust and love burning in my eyes. Fuck, he tastes good.
"Easy, Ana. I don't wanna come", he warns but I ignore him. I continue to take more of him in my mouth and start sucking harder, slowly tasting a salty bead of dew on his tip. I grip him harder and take more of him in my mouth, fighting my gag reflex as he hits the back of my throat.
"Ana, I don't wanna come", he repeats but I continue to ignore him. Soon, a sticky substance shoots into my mouth and swallowing quickly, I release myself and lick my lips, still gazing at him with lust in my eyes. He pulls me gently to my feet and slams his lips into mine, groaning inwardly as he tastes himself on my tongue.
"What am I gonna do with you?", he whispers but before I can respond, he suddenly lifts me and carries me over the bed before throwing me down as I giggle in response. I watch as he removes the rest of his clothes, standing gloriously naked before me, before motioning for me to remove my own clothes. I quickly oblige, throwing them on the floor as I do, and he smirks as he takes his tie from his suit and sits astride me on the bed.
"Hands", he orders and I do as I'm told. He hastily ties my wrists together and restrains them to my bed, causing me to smirk as I remember the last time he did this.
"What is it?", he asks amused.
"I was just thinking about the last time we did this", I grin, deliberately biting my bottom lip.
"Oh, yes. I remember that, too", he smirks and I watch as he tests the knot and sure enough, I can't move my arms.
"Do you trust me?", he inquires, looking apprehensive as he does.
"Yes", I pant and he grins at my remark.
"Resist me", he retorts and I furrow my brows at his command.
"I want you to resist me", he repeats but I still don't know what he wants.
"You want me to safe-word?", I ask.
"No, I never want you to safe-word. I just want you to put up a fight as if you don't want me", he explains and I can see the wicked gleam in his eyes. Oh my. He wants me to say no?
"How?", I squeak.
"Don't let me touch you and say no when I do. If it gets too much, tell me to stop and I will." Holy cow, he's serious about this. Can I do this? I never want to resist him and yet he wants me to. Is that why he tied me? So I could tell him no? Fuck, why is this so confusing?
Christian grins when he notices my expression and before I can respond, he slowly reaches out and caresses my cheek, causing me to close my eyes and lean into his touch.
"Resist me, Ana", he orders gently and after a moment's hesitation, I slowly turn my head away from his touch and I can see the fire burning in his eyes.
"Oh, you'll have to do better than that, Anastasia. Resist me", he demands and goes to touch me again. I turn my head sharply at his touch and I can tell he's pleased by my reaction.
"Again", he whispers before reaching out and gently cupping my breast. I pull against my restraints and try to buck him away but he just grins at my movement and lightly teases my nipple with his thumb. Gah, this is gonna be harder than I thought.
He then slowly moves his hand from one breast to the other and try as I might, I try to resist his advances but knowing him, I don't think that I can. His hand glides down my chest, over my belly, before resting at the apex of my thighs and his thumb softly brushing my sex. I gasp slightly at the touch but quickly buck my hips, telling him no when I do. I hear him chuckle deep in his throat before repeating his movement and slipping his middle finger inside me. I arch my back at the feel as he inserts another finger and twists them around, stretching me more as he does. I forget for a moment that I'm supposed to say no but once he starts pumping his fingers, I remember my defiance and buck my hips at the feel, silently telling him that I want him to stop. He groans deep within his throat and all too soon removes his fingers, causing me to whimper.
"We'll have to teach you to be still, Miss Steele", he whispers and I feel the bed lower and then rise as he stands on the floor and gently parts my legs, leaving me more exposed. I gaze down at him but before I know it, he replaces his fingers with his tongue and starts circling my clitoris, causing me to cry out.
"Oh, Christian", I whimper as he flicks his tongue and continues his assault, making me pull against my restraints as I surrender to his expert tongue. God, that feels good.
"Please", I whine as I feel my walls begin to tighten and once I say it out loud, I arch my back as my orgasm rips through me and I sag on the bed as I recover from the aftershocks. Christian gently blows on my sex and stands from the foot of the bed before reaching in his pants' pocket and pulling out a condom. I watch as he rips it open with his teeth and slide it in on his length before reaching across and removing my restraints. He kisses me hard and teases my tongue with his own but before I can respond, he suddenly flips me over and slaps my backside before pulling my hips toward him and slamming into me.
"Hold on", he growls as he twists my hair in his hand and before I can protest, he starts pounding me from behind and I greedily match my movements with his own.
"Christian, please", I beg.
"Come for me, Ana. I want you to come", he hisses through his teeth and it's my undoing. I cry out his name as my climax takes over and he thrusts into me a few more times before I feel him still behind me and collapse on my back. We're both breathing hard as we calm down from our high and all too soon, he shifts slightly and gently pulls out of me, making me wince, and I watch as he removes the condom and knot it before tossing it in the trashcan and lying down beside me. I cautiously lie beside him, careful not to touch his chest as I rest my head on his shoulder and he holds me close.
"Will I ever get enough of you?", he says after a while and I smile against his chest.
"I hope not."
"Ditto", he replies and I can sense his smile.
"Why did you want me to say no to you?", I ask out of curiosity as he kisses my hair.
"It's always been a fantasy of mine. The thought of you saying no and not doing anything about it. It turns me on."
"Is that why you tied me up?"
"Partly, yes."
"Do you still not want me to touch you?", I ask out of nowhere and he stills when I do.
"No, I don't", he says simply and I feel bad for asking.
"Will you ever let me touch you? I'm not going to hurt you", I say gently.
"It's not that, Ana. I just can't bear to be touched."
"Because of your birth mom?"
"Because of her lover. My mom never hurt me." Oh? This is news to me.
"Do you remember anything about her?", I inquire quietly and he freezes, leaving me to wonder if I've gone too far.
"I don't remember much. Just bits and pieces, honestly. I was too young to remember."
"Do you have any good memories of her?"
"Not much. Except that she let me braid her hair and once baked me a cake."
"Do you remember what kind?"
"Chocolate", he responds and I can tell he's smiling.
"Could I bake you one for your birthday?"
"You want to bake me a cake?"
"I seem to recall I can cook fairly well, Mr. Grey", I smirk.
"I'm well aware of that, Miss Steele", he says and I can tell he's remembering that one time I cooked for him after our first night. It feels so long ago.
"Is your mom the reason why you don't want to celebrate?"
"Mostly, yes. After she died, I never felt like celebrating."
"Do your parents know this?"
"They found out from the police when they found a few records of me and every year, they tried to make it special."
"Including Mia and Elliot?"
"Just Mia. Elliot never really cared about it."
"Why?"
"Jealous, I guess. When we first celebrated my birthday after I got adopted, he wanted all the attention and we even got into a fight."
"You fought growing up?"
"Yeah, a lot. My mom never cared for it but I guess at a young age, my temper ws never far away."
"Fifty Shades", I giggle.
"Fifty Shades", he replies before kissing my hair.
"I'm sorry if I upset you. I'm just curious is all."
"I know. I think I'm starting to love that about you." Oh?
"You like it when I'm curious?", I say before sitting up.
"I like everything about you", he smiles and I can tell he means it.
"Even when I misbehave?", I challenge, raising my brow to emphasize my point.
"Especially when you misbehave", he grins, giving me that look.
"What about when I take control?", I ask; I'm on a roll.
"Do you like to take control?"
"Only with you", I say, biting my bottom lip.
"How?", he questions and I gape at his response. Holy shit, he's allowing me control.
Not wasting a moment, I suddenly climb on his lap and take his wrists in my hands, pinning them down on both sides of his head.
"Well, Miss Steele, what are you going to do now?", he quips, his eyes blazing when he does. I lean down and kiss his stubble before whispering in his ear.
"I'm going to fuck you until you scream", I reply, licking my bottom lip as he closes his eyes and breathes deeply, before opening them again and staring at me with lust. I reach in his pants' for another condom and after finding one, I rip it open with my teeth and pinch the tip before sliding it on his length. I grip him and lift my lips before slowly sliding on his length, relishing in the feel of him and how much I love him. I'll always love him and nothing he ever does will make me change my mind.