Christian

It's mid-October and I find myself staring out my home office window, into the crisp morning air of fall. I'm working from home today so that I can take my girls to the local pumpkin patch. They've both been buzzing about it for a week and when Ellie asked me to take them, I couldn't say no. They're excitement was so palpable, it leaked onto me and now I can't concentrate enough to get any fucking work done before we go. Leila and her parents have always taken Ellie pumpkin picking in the past, but now that Leila is gone, I know it's important that we continue that tradition. I've spoken to Leila's parents because I don't want to step on any toes and we decided together that's it's best that she make new memories and not be constantly reminded of how things happened in the past, so they're starting a new tradition where they take her apple picking. It's a good compromise that makes everyone happy. I don't want to disappoint either of my girls by telling them that Lydia and Ron would rather take her.

"CHRISTIAN!" Ana squeals and it breaks me out of my thoughts. "Christian-Christian-Christian-Christian!" I turn just in time to find her come barreling into my home office with a giant smile on her face and her cell phone in her hand. "Guess what!" She hops up and down on the pads of her feet in front of my desk and it makes me laugh.

"I have no idea. Why don't you tell me?"

"Guess who just called me!"

"Um, I don't know... Bill Gates?"

"Bill-What?" She giggles. "No. Home Goods."

"Okay...?" I blink up at her, confused. Is there something there she wants?

"You don't understand. Someone from merchandise management called."

My mouth drops. "Ana!"

"I KNOW!" She hops up and down on the pads of her feet again and hugs her phone to her chest. "They saw my website. They want to have a meeting about my artwork. They want to sell it in their stores! They said they're interested in putting my photography not only in frames, but pillows and cards and stationary... they even talked about turning it into wallpaper, Christian! They said if it sells well, that they'll expect restocking every quarter!"

She's talking so fast, that I have a little trouble keeping up, but am so excited for her. "Fuck, baby, this is fantastic. I'm so proud of you! I told you your artwork was incredible." I push myself up and make my way around my desk so I can hug her. "This is just the beginning, Ana."

She smiles up at me and rests her chin on my sternum. "You'll help won't you? With the meeting, I mean? You have someone that can help... or you'll help yourself? I'll do everything I can to research and get ready for it, but it's my first time doing this... I don't want to be taken advantage of."

I love that she's asking for assistance. It means she trusts me. "I'll be there. I'll have a couple people from my legal team there, too. I'll support you anyway I can, you know that."

Grinning, she bites her lip. "Are you sure you don't want your company-"

"Hush." When I had my tech-art team help her with her website, she tried to urge me to put her business under the GEH umbrella, but I refused. Not because I don't think she'll be profitable, but because I want her to have something that's just hers. I want her to feel empowered and to make her own decisions and her own money. Yes, it's still going to benefit our family since she's also put me on her bank accounts, but I never want her to feel stuck. If she feels the need to leave, I don't want money to be the reason she stays. I want her to be independent, so that she can make the best decision for her. I want her to stay for our family. Nothing else. "I want you to have this for yourself, baby. You know I believe in you and I will help in anyway I can."

"I don't want to take advantage of you, Christian."

I grin and lean down to press a kiss to the bridge of her nose. "You're not. You appreciate everything I do for you. I want to see you succeed. This is your dream. I want to watch it come true."

XxXxXx

We're in the middle of a large corn maze and I am starting to wonder if we'll ever get out of here. For some reason, we're letting Ellie carry the map and make the decisions and she's run us into nothing but dead ends for over a half hour. When we hit another one, my girls laugh.

"Oops! I think I have the map upside down." Ellie's eyebrows are wrinkled and she turns her head to the side before flipping the map over. "Oh. Maybe not."

"Ellie, we're lost."

"We're not lost, Mommy Ana. We're just... confused."

I snort. "Yea, because we're lost." I murmur. "Can I have the map, yet?"

"No! Let me try one more time!" Ellie hugs the map to her chest and scowls at me. "I can do this! I'm a smart girl!"

"Thank fuck for Google Maps." I whisper in Anastasia's ear. If kids these days had to read maps on the regular, they'd be lost forever. I'm thankful she'll have GPS when she starts driving.

She bites her lip to keep from laughing and smacks my arm.

"AH! I found it! Look!" Our girl leads us into the center of the corn maze, where they have activities revolving around corn and a small petting zoo. Goats, a donkey, an alpaca, and even a few bunnies are in a pen sitting in the middle.

"Can we feed the animals, Daddy?" Ellie gives me a sweet smile.

"Yes, I'll go buy some feed." I leave my girls to pet the animals while I go buy a cup full of feed. When I come back with the cup, though, Ellie has already moved on and is laying in the corn crib, making angels in the corn kernels.

"What happened?"

Ana smiles while she holds her camera at Ellie. "You took too long."

I growl out a sigh and trot my way over to the animals myself to feed them. I don't want to waste the feed. I start with the biggest alpaca first and yank the cup out of its reach when it tries to take the whole cup.

"Greedy." I admonish lightly, letting it eat out of my palm. I scrunch my nose when I feel its tongue and my palm gets slimy. "Better be glad you're cute." I wipe my palm on my jeans and move towards the goats. They rush me all at once, so I throw the feed on the ground so they can all eat at the same time. Shaking my head as they go rushing for the food, I crush the paper cup and put it in my jacket pocket. The large bunnies with big, floppy ears are in the very center in their own pen and I find myself reaching in to pick up a cute black and white one. I hold it to my chest and scratch its head while its little nose is working overtime, smelling my jacket.

"Aw, aren't they cute, Daddy? Can we get one?" My head jerks toward my daughter, who reaches up to pet the bunny's head.

"No rabbits."

She wrinkles her nose. "Fine."

I turn to look for Ana and find her snapping away at her camera, a big smile on her face while she watches us. I lean down to place the rabbit back in its pen and wipe my hands together before dusting my jacket off.

"Girls ready to move on?"

Anastasia lowers the camera. "I suppose so."

This time, I take charge of the map so we can make good time out the back end of the maze. We still have pumpkin picking, shopping at their home grown store, dinner at the farm's family style restaurant, then a haunted hayride that I hope doesn't scare the shit out of Ellie so much that she sleeps in our bed for a week.

Anastasia

Christian and I mosey about the pumpkin patch holding hands while Ellie runs around looking for the perfect pumpkins for us. Kate called me the other day saying that she and Elliot were going to host a Halloween party and asked that we come, but I haven't told Christian, yet. When he hears what kind of party it is, I don't know if it'll be his kind of party. He can be playful Christian, but I don't know if he can be this playful.

"Christian?" I know if I don't bring it up soon, he'll hear about it from Elliot.

"Yes, baby?"

"Kate said that she and Elliot were going to have a Halloween party. She asked if we would go."

"Okay. Just tell me when."

"Well, it's not that easy. They're making it costume required."

His eyebrows knit together. "So, I'll dress as a CEO."

I giggle. "No, Christian. I'll be the one dressing as a CEO."

He lets out a chuckle. "Why?"

"Because the costumes are very specific."

"How is a CEO specific?" He looks down, making sure he doesn't step on any broken pumpkins.

"Well... you see... it's a party where you dress as your significant other."

He stops, causing me to, too. "You mean, they want you to dress like me. And me to dress like you?"

"Yes."

He scoffs. "That's fucking stupid. What is Elliot going to wear? A party dress?"

I snort at the image. "Knowing Elliot, probably. Kate said they won't allow us entry if we don't dress up."

He shakes his head. "This is ridiculous."

I sigh and step up to him, taking his other hand, too. "I know this isn't your thing, but it would be so much fun to go and see everyone. Even Taylor and Gail are going."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Taylor is going to dress like Gail?"

Biting my lip, I shrug. "I suppose so. Maybe he'll get creative and wear a French Maid costume or something." I laugh.

"Ana! Jesus Christ. I'd rather you not think of my Head of Security in that manner."

"Oh, Christian. It was only a joke." I rest my palms on his chest and lean into him, letting him hold me to him. "Please don't be upset. We'll find you something that isn't too ridiculous. Maybe just your jeans and a t-shirt. You can wear my camera around your neck and we'll get you a wig or something."

He snorts and shakes his head before his eyes find me again. "You really want to go?"

I nod. "Yes. I do."

He leans in closer. "I do this and you give me possession of your body again."

My heartbeat thrums hard. "What?" I whisper. I need to understand.

"I want complete control over your body... at least for awhile."

Holy shit. I'm half scared shitless half completely thrilled at the prospect.

"You want to spank me like..." He's been giving me random strikes on the backside when we get sexy, but he hasn't done that again, yet.

He shakes his head. "Not this time. Something new. I want you to trust me. You need to trust me completely for this. I want to push your body farther than you think it can go."

What's he going to do to me? My eyebrows knit together.

He shakes his head when he sees that I'm starting to overthink. "I would never hurt you. It's going to feel good, baby. Just trust me. Let me play with that body. We enjoy the party and then we go home and play."

I search his face. "You won't hurt me?"

He looks so sorrowful when I ask and I regret it immediately. "Never, Ana. I couldn't bear."

Ellie calls out for us and I turn my head to look at her real fast before turning back to him.

"I trust you. Completely. Even if you don't want to go to the party, my body is yours. Just tell me when." I press a kiss to his lips. "Love you more than crazy straws."

I pull away from him to catch up to Ellie, but hear him behind me.

"I'll go."

I look over at my shoulder to wink at him and see him grinning.

Christian

I can't believe I'm fucking doing this. I stand in what was once a favorite pair of my jeans that now have tears in them to look like one of Ana's pairs, my black Vans and a flowy black top that says 'Book Boyfriends do it better' that Ana has tied to the side like she does in the summer. She ordered a long brunette wig and was nice enough to braid it in the back so it stays out of my face. You better fucking believe that once we get inside that door I'm yanking the wig and stupid book boyfriend shirt off. I guess it could be much worse. I'm sure some of the couples will go all out and hopefully I'll be the least ridiculous looking one there.

"How do I look boyfriend?" She makes her way out of our bathroom and does a few poses. She's in charcoal gray women's suit pants, a white button down rolled up to her elbows with a matching charcoal gray vest and tie. I laugh when I realize that she has drawn on facial scruff across her face. Her chin, cheeks, and upper lip is littered with tiny hair marks. Her hair is shoved up in a bun on top of her head. She's wearing one of my watches and even though it's huge on her wrist, she pretends to scowl at it while she holds her phone to her ear.

"Ha Ha Ms. Steele."

Giggling, she relaxes her posture and looks me over. "You look great! The wig really pulls it together!"

I roll my eyes. "I'm a fucking roadside freakshow."

"Oh, you stop. If we're going to keep our deal you can't bitch all night about it." She steps closer so she can fix the wig a little.

"That suit actually looks great on you." I picture her in the jacket she isn't bothering to put on tonight and some pointed stilettos and she'd give anyone in the company a run for their money.

She smiles. "Thank you! It helps when you actually have a seamstress instead of just ordering it online."

"It certainly makes a difference." Having custom tailored clothing is a sign of money and power and considering I feed on that power, no one is going to find me wearing an off the rack suit again.

"Just so you know, I have a few pair of jeans that are too long, so I dropped them off to her when I picked this up today. I hope you don't mind."

I hate that she is still so damn unsure about spending. "Of course not. Maybe she can do something with the atrocious holes you made in these jeans."

"I think they look sexy on you. They're soft to the touch and there's only a few holes... I like how your skin peeks out." Her fingers caress the skin above my knee that is showing."

I cock an eyebrow. "Really?" I grin. I think I've found a use for these jeans now.

XxXxXx

We make our way into the party and I hear laughter and clapping. Anastasia poses as me while Kate takes pictures and I just stand there rolling my eyes while I hold a book in my hand and carry her camera around my neck.

"You actually got the fucker to dress up!" Looking over, I see my brother standing with a beer, looking completely ridiculous in a blue flowered pants one-piece. He's got makeup all over his face and his wig is blonde and down. His muscular form looks like its about to bust out of the fabric. There is no fucking way he can sit in that.

"You look fucking stupid, bro." I tell him. Anastasia is in peals of laughter as she throws herself into him, unable to stop. He hugs her to him as she tries her hardest to find her composure.

"Tarzan! I can't! This is... the best... thing... I have ever... seen!" She squeals between her laughter while she wipes her tears out of her eyes. I'm trying to keep a straight face but I can't. I find myself bursting out in laughter, too.

Finally she calms down enough to stand on her own. "Oh please let me get a picture of you guys."

Kate is in a fake skin top with giant pecks, biceps, and abs tucked into carpenter jeans and work boots. She has a hammer hanging out of her pocket. This damn party is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of, but I can't deny that it's completely entertaining.

Anastasia takes pictures of all the couples in the party, even Elliot's friends who she never met before making Elliot and I take one together.

"This one is going to be sent for your parents Christmas card, so make it good!" She says behind her lens.

"Oh wait! Hold on!" Elliot shoves his phone in the top of his one piece, making sure it sticks out the top, and it causes a laughing fit from Ana all over again.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! That's exactly what she does!" Ana takes a few shots while I stand there with the book in my hand and I get an idea. I dramatically bite my lip and hear her giggle.

"I hate you." Ana murmurs as she takes a few more.

Elliot looks over at me. "Not wrong though. You have to pout a little bit when you do it though, like you're trying to get out of trouble... yes, perfect!"

Ana scowls at Elliot over her camera and it takes everything in me not to crack a grin. "I hate both of you."

Anastasia

I have never seen Christian laugh so much in all our time together as I have tonight. He hadn't wanted to come, but I'm thankful we did because he's really having a great time. When Taylor walked in with Gail, Christian almost ended up in the floor from laughing. Taylor was in skinny jeans, an apron, and a face full of makeup. Taylor took it all in stride and I was pleasantly surprised by his willingness to dress up considering how stoic he is all the time.

It only took all of twenty minutes for Christian to rip off the wig and pull off the shirt. He looks so damn sexy in his tight white t-shirt and torn jeans that I don't really care. I do notice a few of the other women ogling what's mine, but I don't feel the need to claim what's mine since most people came as couples... that is until Lennon walks through the door with Ethan trailing behind her.

Even though the office incident was innocent, I don't like how comfortable she is with a man who doesn't belong to her. It's obvious she still has affection for him and I don't like it. I keep an eye on the couple from my spot at the kitchen island where I'm sucking down a giant margarita with an orange pumpkin crazy straw.

Kate knows me so well.

When I see Lennon step out of the back patio door in search for our hosts, I finally relax and continue to enjoy my drink while I dance a little in my seat to the music.

"You look great, Stasia."

I force a smile up at Ethan. "Thanks! It's surpringly easy to dress like a bigwig." I look him over. "I see you've taken the easy way out." I comment, seeing he's in scrubs.

"Still counts."

I shrug. "I suppose."

"You seem kind of short with me tonight. Did I do something wrong?" He cocks an eyebrow at me and reaches for one of the pre-poured glasses of wine.

I sigh. "No. Not you. To be honest..." I run my tongue over my bottom lip, stopping myself. I don't want to ruin what they have. "Nevermind. Just PMSing." I shrug.

"Bullshit. It always made you weepy. You're pissed."

I stare at him, shocked that he paid enough attention to know how I am.

"Don't look at me like that. We were together for ten months... and before that, friends for years. I can be perceptive sometimes."

"I'm just in a mood, okay? I'm allowed that." I turn to make my way into the living room to find Christian, but Ethan grabs my wrist.

"Don't leave like this."

I round on him, pulling my wrist away from his grip. "I'll leave however the fuck I want to. Why don't you go entertain your girlfriend." I need her to stay away from my Christian.

"Is that what this is about? Lennon and me? Jesus, Ana. Baby, if you want me, all you have to say-"

"What the fuck did you call her?"

I immediately relax when I hear Christian's voice. When he wraps an arm around me, I lean back against him.

"I was really hoping that fucking Lennon would help you stop pining over what's mine, but evidently the rebound fuck didn't do its job."

Ethan scowls. "Fuck you. Lennon isn't a rebound."

"Oh, is that right? Is that why you were willing to throw her aside the second you thought Anastasia wanted you back? Trust me, it's not what she wants."

Ethan searches my face. "Then what do you want, Ana?"

"Honestly?" I sigh. "I want your girlfriend to stay away from Grey House... from Christian really."

He gives a sardonic laugh. "And what makes you think she wants him?"

"Because she tried to make herself comfortable while sitting and bending over my Christian's desk last month, begging for resources for her department."

Christian's body tenses against me when he hears why I'm upset. We've formed a small audience and I can feel myself reddening. I've managed to embarrass all four of us.

"Let's take this out back." Elliot urges, nodding towards the door. When the others try to follow, Elliot shuts the door on them and shoos them away with a flick of the wrist. "Have a seat around the bonfire."

With Christian's hand in mine, I make my way over and have a seat on one of the benches, my arms wrapping around his so I can rest my cheek on his bicep.

"Nothing happened." I explain to Ethan across the fire. "I just don't like how comfortable Lennon is with him. It is disrespectful to me for her to come popping into Christian's place of work unannounced, taking advantage of him by asking for money while she sits on his desk and shoves her chest in his face. I can't be okay with that."

"Lennon, is this true?" Ethan looks over our shoulders and when I turn, she looks like a deer in the headlights, the fire dancing in her dark eyes.

"I-I hadn't meant- it was innocent. We're just friends. I was teasing him. I hadn't thought about what it looked like until after."

"Hindsight is 20/20, I suppose." I regard her. "I don't want you at GH. I don't want you around him at all really... but I guess I don't get to decide that."

"I don't understand. What.. what did I do that has made you so uncomfortable, Anastasia?"

I roll my eyes. What does she think?

Suddenly, Lennon laughs. "Is it because Christian and I fucked? Shit. You and Ethan fucked for months with feelings!"

"And the fucker still has them." Christian growls.

I close my eyes. Shit. This is such a clusterfuck.

"Ethan? You said you were over it."

"I am."

Christian surges out of his seat. "That's a load of bullshit! Minutes ago you were telling Ana you'd drop Lennon for her! Don't fucking lie. She deserves better than that!"

"Oh, is that so? Shit, Ethan. I guess this is what we get for fucking our ex's exes." My heart aches for Lennon. I feel like she doesn't deserve this. I don't think she maliciously sought out Christian that day, but she still needed to know her boundaries.

"I'm sorry, Lennon." I say. "I should have spoken to you woman-to-woman instead of attacking your boyfriend. I don't want to cause you any heartache."

She snorts. "Don't be sorry, Anastasia. This was inevitable. I'd rather find out now about Ethan's unresolved feelings than later."

"Do you-" I can't believe I'm asking this, "Do you have any towards Christian?"

"I don't know. I'm comfortable with him. Being around him brings warmth to my heart... but it doesn't hurt to know he's with someone else. What happened at GH was innocent. It won't happen again." She shakes her head and turns toward Kate and Elliot, who are hiding in the dark corner on the porch swing. "Elliot... Kate. Thank you for inviting me. I'm so sorry about this mess. I hope I didn't ruin the party."

Kate comes out of the dark corner and hugs Lennon. "Don't worry about the party, Len. Everyone's half buzzed already. Just promise me you'll be careful on your way home, okay?"

Ethan stands. "I'll make sure she gets home."

"The hell you will. I'll get myself home. Stay with your sister and the girl you're still in love with."

Ethan winces at her words. "We need to talk about this."

"Another time, perhaps."

XxXxXx

My heart is still heavy when we leave Elliot and Kate's a few hours later. I feel responsible for breaking Ethan and Lennon up and I know there is nothing I can do to fix it. I also worry that Christian is angry with me for not telling him that the Lennon thing still bothered me. I hadn't realized that it was still heavy on my heart until I saw her tonight... then my jealous streak came out. This time, it was true jealousy, not just protectiveness like it was in Ireland. I know logically I shouldn't be, but emotionally, I can't help it. Christian loves me, I know this. But obviously, my knowledge of sex is extremely tame compared to what he's had in the past and I worry that he remembers how good she was... and then thinking like that would accidentally lead him down a road he didn't expect to see himself on.

I am trying to be openminded and willing to try whatever he likes, but he doesn't bring it up much. It's been over a month since the last time he really did anything kinky and I don't know how to urge him to do it more often. I certainly don't know how to take the lead... but I don't think he likes that anyway. He seems to like the control and it's less nervewracking letting him have it. I think I need to research.

The sound of the tub filling stops and Christian comes sauntering out in nothing but those torn, holy jeans I cut, riding low on his hips. I stare at the V. No underwear? Did he not have any on tonight?

"I can smell your brain overheating, babygirl."

I startle at his pet name. The only time he's ever called me that was the evening he spanked me. He really does want to play.

He comes toward me with a white wash cloth and when I look up at him, I can feel myself pouting. "Are you angry with me?"

He lifts the washrag to my face and begins to clean the makeup off from the party. The washrag is warm and I find myself closing my eyes.

"No. I'm glad you voiced your concerns."

"I could have done it much more maturely, though. I let my feelings get the best of me."

"But you don't." I open my eyes to look up at him. "You don't voice how you really feel. You try your best to keep your feelings tucked away."

"I don't want to cause drama. I'd rather respond more eloquently."

He cocks an eyebrow. "Communication is more important. You can say what's on your mind without drama."

"But would you have understood? If I would have told you that I didn't want you to see Lennon anymore. Would you have not judged me for that?"

He finishes cleaning my face and sighs. "I would have said that I didn't want you around Ethan either."

I chew my lip for a second and then nod. "I guess that's fair. If it's true... if he really does still have feelings for me... I think it's best that I don't see him. I don't want to make anything worse on him."

"You don't have any feelings for him?"

I search his eyes and see that it's a true concern. "Baby... of course not. You are it for me."

His lips turn up into a soft smile. "We've had a long day. I went to the party. I dressed up. I dealt with your ex boyfriend. Now, it's my turn. I want your attention entirely on me now. I won't stop until your mind is blank and your body is shaking."

Groaning, I rest my forehead against his bare chest, holding him tightly. "Please, Christian. I want that. I want to forget everything, but you."

"Come to the bath. I want you to relax first."

As I relax back against Christian in the tub, I stretch my limbs out and sigh when I hear them pop. So much better. Having my Christian here sharing a hot bath while we relax is just what I need. I could fall asleep so easily leaning against him in this giant tub, but I know I mustn't. He wants to play and honestly, so do I.

He soaps up his hands and begins to rub the kinks out of my shoulders. I can't help but moan and groan as he works his way from my shoulders down my back.

"That's my good girl. Just relax." He presses a kiss to the skin behind my ear and I close my heavy eyelids while he works his magic.

He rinses my shoulders and back and pulls me back against him. Lathering his hands again, he starts on the front. From my chest, to the mounds of my breasts to my nipples, where he plays just lightly enough for me to feel the soft pleasure between my legs.

Moaning, I reach up to guide his hand to do more but he stops me.

"Hands on my thighs, babygirl. You're under my control tonight. I'll play how I want."

Whimpering, my palms find his strong thighs and I get rewarded with a soft nipple squeeze.

"That's my good girl."

I don't know why, but pleasure glides through me every time he says that. "I want to be good for you, Christian. I need you to have the control." I don't know why being submissive in the bedroom is so damn erotic, but it is.

"Thank you for your honesty, babygirl. It's freeing, isn't it?" He continues down to my abdomen, kissing the top of my head. "Release your worries and relax your mind. I'll take care of you. Enjoy that inner peace and the pleasure I'll give to you for it."

I want to ask if it's ever too overwhelming for him. If it's a burden to deal with a woman whose mind never turns off on top of the crazy amount of stress from owning and operating his own company and being a single father... but my mind is already turning to mush. He's massaged me into submission already and it's only been a few minutes.

When his legs come up over mine and his heels pull my legs open, pinning them against the tub walls, I don't even care to question it. I'm drowsy and relaxed, my eyes closed while my cheek rests against the front of his shoulder, my forehead against his jawline.

"Just relax, babygirl. I'm going to edge you for a little while."

I nod against his jaw even though I have no idea what he means.

I feel his fingers on my clit and I breathe out long and slow. His fingers caress my bundle of nerves leisurely and it takes a few minutes to build up the pleasure between my legs, but neither of us are in a hurry. I start to pant while I concentrate on his fingers.

He presses a kiss to my forehead, but remains quiet. When my thighs start to tremble, his fingers stop and I breathe out quickly. Damn. I find out real quick what edging is.

"Just relax, babygirl. Nice and relaxed for me."

I nod again, letting out a cleansing breath.

"Good girl."

I smile as I try to stay in my meditative state.

His fingers start again and I let myself concentrate on them again even though I know he'll stop before I can come. When I begin to pant and he stops again, my hips raise up, but his free hand comes up and presses down on my lower stomach, keeping me in place.

"Easy, baby girl. Relax." He presses another kiss to my forehead and leaves his mouth there this time.

His fingers start again, slower than before. I can't even think straight. I'm so relaxed, but so aroused and so full of affection for the beautiful man wrapped around me. My whole body is buzzing. I've never felt so full of pure affection and love before. He has me complete putty in his hands.

"I love you so much." I whisper to Christian. I'm so overcome with emotion, a tear leaks out, but I don't bother to wipe it. I'm incapable of moving. I've lost all sense but at the same time, my senses are in overdrive.

"I love you." He whispers it back against my skin, where his lips are resting.

He edges me a few more times before my body starts to tighten up and I can't relax anymore.

"Now comes the fun part." I feel him grin against my forehead.

Christian

Anastasia whimpers and tries to close her legs, but I keep them pinned open. I've made her come six times with my fingers and she swears she can't take anymore but I know she can. I want her to push through that mental block that is telling her she's hit her limit and break right through that. Her body can handle more pleasure than she realizes and I want to show her just how extraordinary her body truly is.

I move from her clit again to her center, thrusting two fingers into her hard and fast.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck! Christian...Christian!" When my name comes out of her mouth she hits her peak, causing her thighs to shake wildly while she comes.

I move back to her clit and her head rolls back and forth while her legs shake with every stroke of her clit. "Last one babygirl. Give me one more."

"I don't know if I can."

"You will. Then I'll let you decide if you want to use your hand, your mouth, or your tight little cunt to pleasure me."

It takes a couple minutes, but I get her to orgasm one more time before I release her legs.

"Good girl." I press a kiss to her forehead. "You did so well, babygirl. I'll give you a couple minutes to catch your breath and then I'll let you decide how to thank me."

She sits up and I help her as she turns, making sure she isn't too weak.

She surprises me by straddling me and shimmying forward so she can ride me.

"Take your time, baby. You're going to be clenched tight. Try to relax as much as you can before you take me."

It takes her a few tries even though she's soaked, but her center finally relaxes enough to allow me entry.

Her arms wrap around my neck and rest on my shoulders, her forehead pressed against mine.

"I'm feeling really vulnerable right now, Christian. I need to be close." Her admission warms my heart.

"I'm here, baby. I've got you. I won't let go." I sit up straight and hold her tightly against me while she works to get me off. "You feel so fucking good, Ana. So close already, baby."

When we finish, I lift her out of the tub and dry her off before carrying her off to bed to cuddle and drift off.

My Ana is almost asleep, but I can't help but press a kiss to her lips. "Thank you, Ana."

She gives me a drowsy grin before her heavy lids finally close and she succumbs to sleep.

Teaser? Just ask.