A beautiful sleek red dress I hung on the wardrobe in the walking in closet. It flows freely to the floor, swirling bits of material adorned with beads embellishing the breast. The bust is low, in a v shape, diving down. And the back… oh the back is low, very low. It hangs downwards, material drooping and then pooling at the base of my spine.

I can't fucking wear this!

I know for a fact, that if I just try this I'm, my scars, blisters and burns will be on open view. How can I stand there and watch people pity me, question where they're from. Honestly, Christian's parents will just pity me too. I don't want that. I want a normal sit down meal, bit I know nothing of the sort sort will happen.

To:From:Christian,What the hell do think you're doing? I will not be wearing that stupid dress. It's too low cut in too many areas. I hate it.Yours madly,Anastasia.

My fingers hit the keyboard at furcios pace, the clicking sound echoing around me. I sit there waiting for a reply, my fingers twitching in anger. How could he do this to me? Tears start to well in my eyes, but i know i am better than this.

The reply comes sooner than expected.

To:From:Anastasia,I see no problem with the dress. I had one of my beauty-business partners pick it out especially. You will look lovely in it Anna, please reconsider this. I will be home in an hour so we can talk about this.Kindest regards,Christian.

Ughhh. I don't want to wear the dress, so i throw the ghastly thing onto the floor, not bothering to reply to reply to Christian. Swiftly,i make my way to the closet in my silver room. I scan the rails of gorgeous dresses, adorned with so much expensive material and lavious embellishments. They're simply beautiful. Some, like the dress Christian want me to wear, are very revealing. It would take a lot of courage to wear those, maybe in the future. My fingers, glide against the masses of material, silks, satins and cottons under my fingertips. They feel amazing, like a pillow, so comfy. I stop at a little black dress, well.. Not that little. It is a respectable length. The black satin is soft under my touch and in that moment i know i am wearing this.

I slip it on, slowly, making sure it covers all the right areas. It covers my back, the black satin, feeling cool and fresh against my skin. The skirt of the dress, hugs my hips and behind. It's just lovely. My behind sticks out and my hips have shape. I actually look nice. Presentable even. A wolf whistle from behind me, startles me, sending me tumbling to the floor.

Fuck.

Christian is stood there, leaning against the door frame, looking sexy as hell. His hair is all over the place, from which i'm guessing is the wind outside. He's literally sex on a stick. I pick myself up from the floor, not bearing to look him in the eye, but i already know he has a massive smirk across his face, beaming at me.

"Nice dress, Anastasia." His voice is kurt and blunt, a serious tone.

"Um.. yeah, i like this one." I whisper.

"I do prefer the other one."

"Well i prefer this one." i fight back.

His face twists a little, anger contorting on his face. He strides towards me, motioning his finger for me to come forward. I stand still. This only makes him huff.

"All you do is defy me, Anna. It drives me crazy." He drags his hand over his face. I can only giggle at his movements. Christian moves his hands to my waist, pulling me close to him. I can feel his hardness against my leg. I love the effect i have on him. His fingers, slowly drag up my thigh, shifting the thin black satin upwards, exposing my milky flesh. Christian closes his eyes, inhaling and then exhaling heavily, which only makes me whine, wanting more. Painstakingly, his fingers toy with my underwear, thin lace threading through his fingers. I shudder against his simple touch. They slip under the lace and then back out, teasing me completely!

"Christian.." I whine, almost like a child.

"Anna," he breaths, huskily, " This is what you do to me. You tease me, defy what i want. Don't do as i tell you."

With that he flips me, so i'm pressed against an empty shelf. His hands move my arms so they rest on the wooden shelf, giving me support. I feel his hands running up and down my legs, driving me insane. I wiggle against his touch, but his hands grip my sides stilling my every movement. His lips brush my ears, as him fingers play with my black dress which is now around my hips.

"You can keep this dress, it hugs everything i like, but first i'm going to fuck you hard, baby, very hard." The words let alone nearly undo me.

I moan giving him the consent he needs and with that my lace panties are ragged down to my ankles. Suddenly, Christians in me, thrusting hard and fast. My strangled moans fill the walk in closet, echoing slightly, mixing with his grunts of pleasure. The sound of skin smacking fills my ears, making me hit my peak as christian hits that spot. He rags my hair, pulling it in his hands, widing it around his wrist, pulling my head backwards. His lips brush against my neck, biting lightly, nibbling my skin. The way he pulls my skin between his teeth, causes me to quiver. Christian knows i'm nearly at my climax, so he gets faster, thrusting harder, making my breasting knock against the wooden shelf. He lets go of my hair as i come undone. I scream loudly, my head falling on the shelf as he fills the condom.

I come back to reality, when Christian pulls out. The sound of his zipper closing, somehow turns me on. Oh my god, Anna, calm down, i tell myself. Christian helps me up, his hands snaking around my waist, pulling my knickers up and dress down.

"You're simply beautiful baby, i wish i could keep you here all day." the glint in his grey eyes, excites me.

"Thank you!" i say breathlessly.

"Come on, let me do your hair before we go. You look freshly fucked." I giggle at his remark and follow his pursuit into my actual bedroom.

Christians fingers feel amazing against my scalp. He runs his fingers through my hair, detangling the mess he created almost minutes ago. My cheeks blush scarlett just at the thought. Calm down, Anna. He twists my hair into a knot, securing it at the top of my head with a few hair grips. Then, he pulls a few loose strands to the front of my face, making it look sophisticated rather than messy. I smile at him, an almost thank you for everything that's happened today. He then disappears for a few seconds and then returns with some super high sparkly heels in his hand. I gasp, half at how beautiful they are, half at how the fuck im going to walk in them.

"Christian they're gorgeous."

"I know, my angel, you'll look stunning in them."

"I can't walk in them." I giggle a little, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'll help you, don't worry."

"You'd like wouldn't you?" i snap a little.

"Anna.." he warns.

"Sorry.. Sorry.. Come on let's get this over with." I mumble, whilst trying to get these stupid shoes on.

"They'll love you."

"No they won't. I'm that stupid server, that fell onto a table and caused a fire. To them i am just trouble." I huff, getting annoyed.

"I've spoken to my mother, Anna, she doesn't think that of you. She is actually happy that i am bringing company. This is a big thing for me, i don't bring girls home."

"You mean, you don't bring submissives home."

"You're not my submissive, though are you Anastasia." His temper is heightening.

"No just your fuck buddy then."

His one of his hands clasps both my wrists together, the other other tilting my face up to look him straight in the eye.

"You, Anastasia, are more than a submissive, more than a fuck buddy. You are brave, smart, clumsy, crazy, erotic and beautiful. Not to mention kind, generous and you always know what you want. I have never wanted someone more in my life." He releases my hands and the caresses my cheek, planinga kiss on my lips.

"Come on Anna, my parents are waiting."

Fuck me… Christian...