He's frustrated and brooding. It's barely been two weeks and his pent up aggression is not waning. It's no longer masking itself as anger, though. For the past few days he has woken up with an angry purple hard-on and no beautiful pregnant Ana. Through their facetiming, Anastasia has slowly been returning to her old self, making him need her every second of every day. In the beginning, their conversations were short and awkward. Neither of them knew what to say. But as the days ticked by and they became more and more aware of their separation, their personalities started to naturally show themselves again.
The way she'd giggle when he teased her, the fiendish delight in her eyes when she teased him... the way she would yawn and snuggle into bed at night, placing the laptop on his pillow as if he was laying right there... more than once she fell asleep without saying goodnight and he laid there most of the night watching her until her computer would die.
He started having dreams. Very vivid dreams of Anastasia. Of her being bound and blindfolded. Her begging to be touched. Of him forcing her to ask to come and denying her until her center throbbed and convulsed around him. Her coming when and only when he commanded her to.
These dreams took ahold of him and he found himself unable to concentrate on much else. He remembered how her body would react to him swatting her backside. Even when they were just friends, she wouldn't notice it, but he would. The blurry look in her eye and that little lip bite. She liked the sting and wanted that connection; it was intimate and bold all at once. If she was open to that, maybe she was open to more.
Would she let him take out his aggression on that sexy little body of hers? Would she give him her submission...at least in the bedroom? He could rock her world... he knew he could... if only she'd give him the control. Her submission would earn her more pleasure than she would know what to do with. Is that too much to ask?
He didn't know if he could make it another week without her. The two weeks have been helpful-for his business and for their relationship-but now that his emotions aren't so raw and has worked out how to handle it better, he's ready to go home.
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Anastasia has had a long, trying day at work and she is thankful it's Friday. "No work for you this weekend, Ana." She promises herself, placing her workbag on the hook by the door. She didn't want to look at that thing all weekend.
The publishing house has had a flurry of new authors reach out to them that even the transcripts that reach her are piling up. Every chance she gets she is reading, meeting new authors, going over contracts... all while trying to keep her original authors happy and moving along. A part of her is honestly relieved that Christian stepped away for awhile. He's distracting...a welcome distraction, but still a distraction. After being off work and unable to work from home after the Hyde incident, she needed every minute she could to get caught up.
On top of the massive pile of work, Anastasia has been going through intensive trauma therapy... a sort of therapy bootcamp... while he's been gone. She had been seeing Dr. Flynn 3x a week and she absolutely hates it, but absolutely needs it. Therapy sucks. It's painful, emotional, and exhausting, but it helps. She never loved and hated something so much in her life.
Dr. Flynn has made her realize that the Hyde incident does not define her, nor does Christian struggling to come to grips with her mistake. She had her reasons and she did what she felt was necessary. All she can do is do better from here on out but be damned if she is going to let Christian dampen the fire that's in her. She has always been independent and will continue to be that way. Dr. Flynn also reminded her that there is a fine line between independence and stubbornness. She needs to be aware that her safety comes first and some safety precautions are needed, but on the flip side, she cannot allow Christian to keep her imprisoned and under his thumb. A delicate balance.
It's been a whirlwind the last couple of weeks, so this weekend she is hanging up her work and refusing to pick it back up until Monday. Her brain feels like mush. Kicking her flats off her feet, she groans. Her feet are swollen and sore, her hips hurt and her neck is stiff from pregnancy and being stuck in her desk chair. She wants a nice hot shower and her bed.
She makes her way to her bedroom while she rubs the back of her neck, trying to rub the ache out of it. Reaching her door, her hand falls to the handle and she stills. Didn't she leave her bedroom door open this morning? She never shuts her door. Her heart jumps, nervous someone has broken in, but there is no evidence of a break-in.
"I'm going crazy." She shakes her head, opening her bedroom door. The fragrance hits her first and her footsteps slow. Her bedroom is full of roses of all colors and sizes, Candles lighting up every corner, nook and cranny. The bed is covered in silk bedding; handcuffs, a blindfold, and a leather crop sitting in the middle.
The door closes behind her and she spins on her heel. "Christian!"
He looks absolutely delectable standing there in nothing but an old pair of button up jeans, the top button undone, dipping low and showing his trail of hair. His sexy chiseled chest and abdomen seem even more defined with the candlelight dancing on his skin. Her stomach clenches deliciously.
He's to her in an instant, his lips on hers and his hands in her hair, pulling lightly forcing her lips up to meet his. She's completely consumed by him within a fraction of a second and her hands cling to hair, pinning his head close to hers. When he finally releases her lips, he groans, nuzzling into her neck. "Fuck, Ana. I've missed you so fucking much. You smell incredible."
She sighs as he bites softly against her neck and she hooks her fingers into the loops in his jeans, trying to pull him closer. Her whole body is on fire for him. Her prior aches and pain are suddenly forgotten, her hormones jumping into overdrive. She feels like if he doesn't get closer, doesnt do something she might short-circuit.
"I felt like you were never going to get home." He kneels down and lifts her shirt, exposing her round stomach. "Today felt like ages. God, your stunning. You've grown so much already." Nuzzling into her stomach, he kisses it. "I've missed my girls."
"Oh, Christian." She slides her fingers through his hair. "We've missed you, too."
"I bought us something." He stands, reaching for the leather riding crop. "When you told me about it, I couldn't get it out of my head. Is this what you had in mind?" He hands it to her and she takes it, her cheeks tingeing pink. She knows she's the one that confessed about her little vision, but she feels shy now that it's in her hands. "If you've changed your mind..." He notices the change in her body. He doesn't want to scare her.
She quickly shakes her head. "No, no I haven't. I don't know why I'm feeling embarrassed."
Tipping her chin with his finger, he urges her to look him in the eye. "There is no reason to be embarrassed with me. I want to explore. I'm hard and aching at the thought of us doing so."
She bites her lip. "Then kiss me, Christian. Don't let me think on it."
A groan escapes his lips and he kisses her hard. "Do you want me to take control, baby? Are you submitting to me?"
She holds his gaze, trying to read his dark, stormy eyes. "Is that what you need, Christian? Submission in the bedroom?" She has noticed that lately he's slowly starting to become more direct in the bedroom and she's been finding it so damn sexy.
"Is it too much?" He asks, worried to scare her away.
She shakes her head. "I like this domineering Christian... in the bedroom I mean."
The right side of his lip turns up into a grin. Her blue eyes are hazy and her chest is rising and falling in a pant. "You need it, too. You're panting, Anastasia. I bet if I check, you're dripping...isn't that right?" The back of his knuckles graze over her soft cheek as she whimpers. "I'm going to tear these clothes off of you and bend you over the bed, and use our little toy to make your ass pink... just like I did when my hand came in contact with that sweet little backside the first time."
Her knees go weak as she squeezes her thighs together. "Christian..." She whines his name, "Please.. please, I need you."
He nips her ear, growling into it. "If it becomes too much, you tell me. Tell me to stop and I will." Giving her one more hard kiss, he kneels down and gets to work, keeping his promise.
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"Damn Christian, that was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me." Anastasia clings to her chest, trying to catch her breath as she lays like a limp noodle on the bed.
Christian is leaning up on one elbow, breathing heavy himself. "Yea? You liked it?"
She nods. "Phenomenal."
He pulls her towards him and kisses her soundly. "That it was. It's never been so good. Fuck, Ana. I felt so alive! I feel amazing."
She giggles at his excitement, glad that his little experiment went well. "I like you like this." She plays with his hair. "You were so sexy, Christian... so confident. I've never been so turned on. I would have done anything and everything to keep you that way."
"I was worried you would hate it. Letting aggression out on your body in that way has me more satisfied than I think I've ever been. I feel so content right now, baby. The pressure on my chest and in my heart is gone." He relaxes into her, cupping her stomach.
"So... when we argue about your controlling ways outside of the bedroom, it means we can just get naked and get it out of your system?" She asks, giggling.
He frowns. "I'm sorry you think I'm so controlling, Ana. I don't realize it." He has been having Skype therapy sessions with Dr. Flynn and he is just now starting to dive deep into his subconscious need to control.
"Oh, no, don't. I'm a big girl, Christian. I can take it. You're need is just to keep us safe. It's endearing really, but I'm glad you're working on it. I'm working on my stubbornness as well. We'll find a good middle and then like you said, you can take out some aggression in the bedroom. I like Dom Christian in the bedroom. We're equals in our relationship, beau, but I don't mind being a little submissive in the bedroom. Tie me up and bend me over. As long as you take care of my O's, I'll take the aggression."
He hops up on his knees and grabs her wrists, holding them above her head. "You are so fucking perfect." He whispers into her neck, rubbing his scruff against her sensitive skin, causing her toes to bite into the mattress. Her limp body hops to, suddenly on fire.
"Again?" She breathes out, begging him. "Please touch me, beau."
He hums in satisfaction. "So polite, my girl is." Holding her wrists in one hand, his other slips in between her thighs, his fingers slipping in easily from the mix of both of them still coating her, he pumps his fingers. "Is this what you want, love?"
Whimpering she nods, pressing her pelvis into his hand. "Don't stop." She's already throbbing for him again. She isn't sure if it's her hormones or if it's the fact that her boyfriend is the sexiest man alive, but she's ready for another round. She needs to blow off some steam.
"I wouldn't dream of it. You deserve every touch, every thrust, every ounce of pleasure I can give you. You've given me so much, baby. It's my turn. Let me hear you."
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"Man, Christian, I don't know what's gotten into you but you've even got the baby bouncing around." Anastasia lays limp on the bed, feeling their 20 week fetus move around like she's a damn bounce house.
He grins. "Baby Grey is active?" He purposely uses that nickname, all though he knows Anastasia has not decided on the baby's name yet. He can hope.
Reaching over, he places his hand on her belly and he can feel the movement. "Holy shit, Ana! I can feel her." Their baby. He finds himself getting teary-eyed and moves, settling down against her stomach. "Hi, my baby girl. It's Daddy! I love you so much. I can't wait to-" He gasps. "She kicked! I felt her against my hand. Oh, baby girl. You can hear me can't you? You're Daddy's girl. You are such a blessing, you know that?" She continues to kick for him and he chokes back a sob. "Mommy and Daddy wanted you so bad. You are so loved, baby."
Anastasia finds herself getting teary-eyed watching him communicate with their little one. The baby is moving like crazy. "She loves your voice, Christian. She's missed her Daddy." She runs her hand through his copper locks, smiling down at him.
"I've missed my girls." Kissing her naked stomach, he nuzzles into it, enjoying the feel of their baby beneath him.
The two weeks have done so much for them. The separation, the therapy, and a few days of independence to clear their minds did so much. They'll start anew, continue individual therapy, and move forward. The second part of the pregnancy will be even more busy than the first, but they're ready.