Chpt. 42 APOV:
"Are you sure you have to go to New York?" Christian asks over breakfast the next morning.
"Yes, I have to go," I sigh; we had this discussion several times over the weekend. "I'll be back Wednesday afternoon; we'll talk every night and I'll let you know as soon as Taylor and I land."
"I feel better that you're taking Taylor," he admits.
"I'm sure Sawyer would have been fine," I point out.
"I know, but I feel better with Taylor watching over the both of you," he pats my belly which is starting to show a little more. "Once our little one arrives, he or she will have their own CPO in addition to Taylor or Sawyer who will be assigned to us."
"We should begin thinking about finding a nanny too," I say. "I have a list of agencies I can forward to Welsh to start vetting if you agree?"
"Yes, let's do that. Welsh will know exactly what we're going to need from each agency," he says.
"I'm going to miss you," I kiss him deeply as Taylor signals it's time for us to leave. "I love you."
"I love you too," he says.
Taylor and I leave for the airport moments later, the drive takes longer than normal because of rush hour traffic and construction which Taylor tries to avoid by taking a detour but I think it just made the trip longer. I hate like hell leaving Christian, especially since we've only been back together now for just over a week but I have to meet with this author if I'm going to get him to sign with SIP. He doesn't know the other editors as I'm the only one who worked with him when we were in New York so he trusts me. I plan to skype tonight with Christian and I'm sure we're going to email or text each other throughout the day but I know I'm going to miss him terribly when we're apart.
"Ms. Steele, we've arrived," Taylor announces as we pull up to Christian's jet.
Taylor takes my bags from the trunk before following me up the couple of steps into Christian's jet. The fact that Christian owns his own jet is shocking but given the amount that he has to travel for work I suppose it makes financial sense. I've flown a few times and have had several experiences of planes getting delayed causing meetings to need to be rescheduled. A few times my trips have been delayed to the point of seriously wondering if I just should have driven to save time. After being greeted by the flight attendant, I'm shown to a large room with several oversized leather seats. She instructs me to sit wherever I feel most comfortable; I take a seat by the window quickly and pull out my phone hoping to see a text from Christian. It's only been an hour or so since we left for the airport but I find myself missing him terribly and wishing I could postpone this trip at least for a few more weeks. I felt like we were finally reconnecting after everything that happened only to have to leave now.
"Thinking of me I hope," a voice all too familiar quickly pulls me from my thoughts.
"Christian!" I jump up quickly from my seat, hugging Christian tightly. "What are you doing here?"
"Flying to New York of course," he smiles and sits down next to me.
"What? But I thought…." I ask confused.
"I couldn't bear the thought of being away from you even if for a couple of days," he squeezes my hand.
"I'm so happy you're here," I blink several times desperately trying to hide the tears.
"Hey," he pulls me against him, "I didn't mean to make you cry baby."
"Hormones," I giggle wiping the tears from my eyes. "I was just sitting here thinking of how much I hated having to leave you this morning and then you appear as if you knew I what I was needing."
"I couldn't imagine being away from you again," he kisses me deeply just as the fasten seatbelt sign lights up.
"Thank you," I whisper drying my eyes.
"Anything for you," he squeezes my hand tightly.
Christian gives me a tour of his plane once the pilot gives the okay to move around; the plane holds a large bedroom/office combination along with two bathrooms, a small kitchenette plus seating for twelve. I try to convince Christian that we should join the mile high club but he declines not wanting to take any risks. Even though I'm the one that suggested it, I have to admit I'm incredibly tired and quickly fall asleep once we are back in our seats. I pretty much sleep the entire plane ride to New York and only wake when we hit the occasional turbulence and finally when we touch down at JFK airport. Sawyer and Taylor guide us through check out and to our rental car and that quickly we are navigating through traffic to Christian's apartment.
"Taylor and Sawyer will be staying a few blocks away at a hotel," Christian explains as Taylor stops the car. "Taylor will take you wherever you need to go, if we go out jointly both Taylor and Sawyer will be with us."
"Thank you for rearranging your schedule to join me," I squeeze his hand as we take an elevator to the top floor of a large apartment building.
"I just couldn't imagine leaving you," he sighs. "Not when I feel like we've only just gotten back together."
"I was dreading leaving too," I admit.
Taylor checks the apartment before giving Sawyer the okay to allow us inside. The apartment is probably half the size of Escala but still over top for a place that is rarely used. The door opens to a beautiful foyer, the dining room and kitchen are to the left with the great room, office and rest room to the right. The master bedroom is on the second floor along with a spare bedroom. This apartment is easily double the size of my old apartment; I can't imagine what Christian paid for this place given the high cost of real estate in New York.
"How often do you use this place?" I ask in awe.
"A few times a year," he replies. "Mia and Elliot have used it on occasion as well. My parents used it once when my mother attended a conference in New York."
"Why not just get a hotel room when you come to the city?" I ask.
"I did at first, but never really found one that I liked," he shrugs. "Here I have a full office that is set up and ready to go the moment I enter. When I stay in hotels, I end up having to use their outdated equipment if I need to print, scan or fax documents. If something goes wrong here, Barney is able to work on it remotely which isn't possible from a hotel."
"Makes sense," I say still in disbelief that he would own an apartment that is rarely used.
"Sir, ma'am, will there be anything else?" Taylor asks.
"I don't think so," Christian answers. "Ana?"
"Nothing for me," I say.
"Be sure to call if you need to leave the apartment tonight," Taylor reminds us. "Ms. Steele, I will be here at 10 to pick you up for your appointment as we discussed earlier."
"Thank you Taylor," I say as he leaves.
"There should be food in the fridge and cabinets, Taylor arranged with the building manager to have some delivered this morning," Christian says. "I thought we would stay in for dinner tonight, maybe go out tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'll find something to make in a little while," I reply.
"I need to get some work done, I have several calls scheduled tomorrow that I need to prepare for," Christian sighs.
"I have a few things I need to review as well, I think I'll use the great room," I say.
Except for dinner, Christian spends most of the remainder of the day in his office preparing for the calls he has scheduled tomorrow. I was so surprised when he walked onto the jet this morning, I was dreading leaving him even though it was only for a couple of days. I still feel like we have been making up for the time we were apart so the last thing I wanted was to spend more time apart from him. I know it wasn't easy for him to rearrange his schedule, even though he says he could work from here I'm sure there were meetings he was scheduled to attend in person that he had to reschedule.
"Come to bed with me baby?" I walk into Christian's office where he is still pouring over reports.
"I still need to finish reviewing this report," he sighs heavily.
"Can't you finish it in the morning?" I move his chair away from his desk before climbing onto his lap so I'm straddling him.
"I really should finish this…" he says reluctantly.
"How about a break then?" I whisper while nibbling on his ear.
"What do you have in mind exactly?" he smirks.
"Oh I don't know," I say grinding against his hardening dick. "I'm sure we can figure out something to do…"
"I could think of a few things," he moans.
"Take me to bed Mr. Grey," I request.
"As you wish Ms. Steele," he quickly stands up, holding me against him as his lips find mine.
Moments later, carrying me as I weigh nothing, we are upstairs in the large master bedroom where he gently sets me down. I immediately start taking Christian's clothes off; I don't know what it is but lately I can't seem to get enough of Christian. I've read in books that a woman's sex drive can heighten during the second trimester, but this is almost unreal. Christian and I always had a very active sex life before I became pregnant, but now it's almost all I can think about.
"You're the only woman I've ever had here," he moans as I grasp his erection.
"I love you Christian," I say as he pulls me closer taking my mouth in his.
Within minutes, Christian has me screaming his name in pleasure as we both find our release together. I fall sleep on top of Christian, my head on his chest with our connection still intact and Christian's arms wrapped around me holding me close to him. I wake up several hours later hearing a whimpering sound coming from beneath me. I can't make out what Christian is saying but I'm pretty sure he is having a nightmare or at least starting to. With Christian's arms tight around my waist, I am limited as to what I can move. I bring my lips gently to his, hoping that he doesn't react and push me off of him although I don't think he would because it's never happened before. After a few minutes he hasn't responded, I slowly glide my tongue over his lips and almost immediately his body relaxes around me. I run my fingers through this hair, slowly working my tongue into his mouth. Christian gasps in surprise giving me full access to deepen the kiss as his hands run all over my body reaffirming that I am indeed here. I feel Christian twitch inside of me which immediately arouses me despite the orgasm only a few hours before. Christian's hands find my hips and push me down as he thrusts deeper inside of me. As many times as I have woken up with Christian inside of me, I don't think I will ever get used to feeling him harden within me.
"Thank you," he pants.
"You okay?" I ask.
"I'm buried inside of you right now, how I could I not be okay?" he smirks as he thrusts his now rock hard erection deeper into me.
"Hmmmmmm" I moan as his lips find mine again.
With his hands on my hips, he urges me to move against him allowing me to set the pace. I lift myself up a little, giving me more control as I slide Christian in and out of my throbbing sex. I gasp when Christian's mouth finds my nipple when I lift my chest above his. I nearly scream when he bites my nipple, the sensation immediately causing a gush of liquid to coat his dick.
"AHHHHHHHHH" I moan as he bites the other nipple roughly.
"You feel so good….the way you grip me like that," he moan before latching back onto my sensitive nipple.
"Christian! OH GOD! Don't stop!" I scream and begin thrusting against him harder.
Screaming his name, I come moments later when he applies the slightest pressure to my clit while sucking hard on my nipple. My orgasm triggers his and he comes while deep inside of me just as the alarm goes off on my phone telling me I need to get ready for my meeting. We both giggle at the sudden interruption; at least it waited until we finished. Christian gently rolls us over before slowly slipping out of my still throbbing sex. Immediately I feel disappointed and empty, my body clearly gearing up for round two which unfortunately I do not have time for.
"Later," Christian whispers as he gently smacks my ass as I get out of bed.
I giggle at the realization he knew what I was thinking and make my way to the enormous attached bathroom. By the time I finish showering and getting dressed, Christian is out of the bedroom and in his office working. I make a quick breakfast, bringing a plate and cup of coffee into Christian before I leave.
"Be sure to keep Taylor with you at all times today," he instructs.
"I will, don't worry," I smile and kiss him goodbye.
"If you need anything, just call my cell, no matter what it is," he says.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours," I reply.
"Take care of both of you," he kisses me deeply, placing his hand lightly on my belly before we leave.
"I love you," I squeeze his hand before leaving his office.
"I love you too baby," he replies before returning to his stack of paperwork.
Taylor and I drive to a small café that is only a few blocks from Christian's apartment where I meet Jose Rodriguez, an author I worked very closely with a few years ago. He ultimately decided to sign with another publishing company when his contract was up with me; the other company promised him all sorts of perks that I was not able to offer him at the time.
"Ana, how are you?" Jose kisses me on the cheek when I arrive at the table he is already set up at.
"I'm good Jose, how are you?" I ask sitting down and taking my notepad out of my bag.
"I could be better," he sighs.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Greene Publishing is the matter," he whines. "They don't give me any feedback, they just kick my manuscripts back and tell me to rewrite chapters. I don't know what they are looking for! How am I supposed to rewrite something if I don't know what they are looking for?"
"Have you tried asking them?" I suggest knowing that Jose has a tendency to not as direct questions when feedback is given.
"I did!" he exclaims. "Would you believe they had the nerve to suggest that I change the gender of the main character in my last book? I refused, it would have ruined the story! I just can't work with them!"
"When is your contract up?" I ask.
"At the end of next month, but I need to let them know in the next two weeks if I'm interested in resigning," he sighs.
"Jose, I'm not into bad mouthing other publishing companies," I point out. "But, I think you likely need a little more guidance than large publishing companies can often provide because they have so many other authors they are working with."
"You're right," he admits sadly. "I missed the time you would spend with me, the feedback you would give me, I really felt like you got what I was trying to convey with my characters."
"I'd be happy to resign you with Seattle Independent Publishing Jose," I offer. "However, you need to understand that we are located in Seattle and will not be traveling to New York to meet with you. This was a one time trip; if we move forward you will either need to come to Seattle or at least agree to meet via Skype with the editors periodically."
"You wouldn't be my editor?" he asks surprised.
"No," I answer. "I will have the ultimate decision as to what manuscripts are published by I have several competent authors one of which will be assigned to you."
"I'd rather work with you," he sighs. "Can't you somehow still be my editor?"
"Jose, as much as I would like to I can't," I say gently. "I have too much on my plate right now and I don't think it would be fair to you."
"I suppose," he replies.
"I don't know if you are aware but SIP has an electronic publishing division and we have now been able to publish books in both electronic and printed formats simultaneously which has increased sells drastically," I point out.
"Hmmmm," he pauses. "That's interesting. Greene publishing has only published one of my books electronically but it was when they didn't approve it for print publishing. I'd love to have something published in both formats."
"Sign with SIP and I promise you it will happen," I suggest; I'm familiar enough with his work to know that he will have something strong enough to support both formats.
"So Seattle huh?" Jose asks.
"Yes," I smile.
"Maybe I'll move out there," he says half to himself.
"Here's a copy of our current contract," I hand him a thick packet. "Why don't you take it with you and look it over tonight. I'll be in town for another day or two so if you decide to sign I can pick it up before I fly back to Seattle. If you need more time just let me know."
"Thank you Ana," he takes the packet glancing at it quickly before putting it into his bag. "I appreciate you flying out here to meet with me. I know you're very busy…"
"It's not a problem Jose," I assure him.
"How about some lunch?" he suggests.
"Sure," I reply.
Jose and I enjoy a nice lunch together before parting ways a couple of hours later; I am confident that he will call me before the night ends agreeing to sign with SIP. I worked very closely with Jose for a couple of years as his exclusive editor before he decided to sign with Greene Publishing. I knew it wasn't a good fit for him, but they offered him a very large sign on bonus and increased his potential profit amount from each publication which was something I couldn't do considering we were a substantially smaller publishing company. I've followed his work since he signed with Greene publishing and was surprised when he only published two books, one of which never made it to print. Jose has a lot of potential, but needs someone strong to guide him in his writing which requires a lot of time for an editor. I have a couple editors at SIP that I think will work well with him, of course the distance will be a challenge but with technology available I don't think in person meetings would really be necessary. As Jose and I finish our lunch and say goodbye, I gather my belongings and don't even take a step away from the table before Taylor is by my side.
"Ms. Steele," Taylor says taking my bag.
"Thank you Taylor," I smile. "I hope you weren't too bored waiting for me."
"Not at all ma'am," he replies. "Where to?"
"Christian's apartment please," I request.
It takes a little longer to get back to the apartment because of traffic; as Taylor and I approach the door to the apartment I can hear Christian screaming from inside. I glance at Taylor worried but he doesn't say anything and opens the door setting my bags in the foyer. Once we are inside I realize Christian's screaming isn't because he is hurt but because he is pissed off at someone at GEH.
"Will you be needing anything else?" Taylor asks.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you Taylor," I answer.
"No problem, call if you need to leave please," he reminds me.
"Of course," I assure him.
"What do you mean the numbers are off?!" Christian scream as I poke my head into his office door.
I hear someone on speaker phone stuttering trying to come up with answers as Christian paces across the floor. I go to the kitchen and pour him a large glass of brandy before bringing it to him in his office. He smiles at me as he takes the glass, mouthing the words thank you before returning to screaming at the person on the other end of the phone. I grab a glass of cold water and set up my laptop in the great room, checking emails from the office before deciding to google Jose's latest book. I purchase the one that was only published electronically, throw a blanket on and start reading the book. Almost immediately I can tell this is not Jose's work, the character development that he usually spends so much time on is minimal and the angst that is normally in his books is missing. If I were the publisher I don't know that I would have even agreed to publish this book in the first place. I make a few notes and suggestions for the editor that I will assign to work with Jose as they need to get him back to his original writing style.
"You need to fucking fix these reports now!" Christian screams pulling me from a manuscript I started reading.
I can hear the commotion of his conference call through the apartment; his blood pressure must be going through the roof right now. I hear a loud thug from the other side of the wall and can only assume Christian has thrown something as a frustrated groan comes from his office. In the past when one of us is stressed, especially like this, we would have a scene which almost immediately helped that person feel more in control of whatever is going on. Since everything that happened, Christian and I haven't engaged in a scene although we both have talked about it with Dr. Flynn. I doubt Christian would initiate a scene right now as he is probably uncertain if it's something I would want. The mere thought of giving him complete control combined with the pregnancy hormones has my juices flowing.
I quickly check that the apartment door is locked, return to the living room and strip down to my thong, bra and black heels. I take a deep breath, desperately trying to gain the confidence to be this forward as I approach Christian's office. From outside the door, I can tell he is still on a conference call and although he is talking quite loudly he doesn't seem to be screaming any longer. I quietly open the door, closing and locking it behind me as I stroll over to Christian's desk. His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees me walking towards him with so little clothing on. I kneel in front of him, eyes on the floor waiting for him to make the next move. I can hear the person on the other end of the phone call his name several times before he quickly recovers and responds to the person. I can feel his eyes on me as he discusses some financial report with the person on the other line. I hear him quietly move about and seconds later see his pants and boxers fall to his feet. I quickly remove his pants and boxers, tossing them to the side while waiting for him to make the next move. I want him to understand that right now I'm giving him complete control, hoping that it will help him like it has in the past. Christian must sense what I'm doing as moments later his hand is on my head urging me to move closer to him. He opens his legs apart allowing me to kneel between them before he guides his erection into my mouth.
"These reports need to be fucking fixed before you leave for the night!" he says angrily, his hand gripping my hair tightly.
"I don't give a fuck how late you need to be there! There is no excuse for the data to be this far off from our projections. I want you to explain line by line what each charge is right now so we can figure out where the fuck up is," he grunts before I hear him hit a button on the phone.
"Ana, look at me," he instructs pulling me from his rock hard erection. "Are you sure you want to this? You don't have to…."
"I'm sure, sir," I say with confidence.
"If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop just say," he stands up before me pushing the chair away to just behind him. "Hands behind your back."
I quickly clasp my hands behind my back and kneel up so his dick is inches from my face; he strokes it bringing a drop of precum just to the surface. The sight of him stroking himself arouses me even more and it takes everything in me not beg Christian to fuck me but I need to remember right now is about giving him the control.
"Suck me," he instructs as me moves my head closer to him. "Keep your eyes on me."
I pause for a moment at his request, which is something new but quickly recover when he guides my head to his hard dick. Keeping my eyes on him is more difficult than I thought it would be as he slowly urges me to take more of him in. Whoever Christian is on a call with is continuing to talk, however I doubt very much that Christian is paying any sort of attention to the call as his eyes are glued to me. His hand remains on my head, gently guiding me to suck him setting a pace that he needs right now. He takes a large gulp of brandy while gently moving himself in and out of my mouth.
"Yes I understand, continue," he says after taking the phone off of mute. "Line by line until we find the problem."
He keeps a very slow, steady pace up for quite some time guiding me to slowly take himself in and out of my mouth.
"God, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth," he moans while looking down at me.
His words cause another gush of juices to flow from my sex; I can tell my thong is nearly soaked at this point. Seconds later, without warning, he pulls me hard against him while thrusting his dick deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. I immediately gag and struggle to accept the sudden intrusion, my body anything but ready given his slow pace since we started. He tightens his grip on my head, not letting me pull back instead pushing himself past my gag reflex.
"Swallow," he instructs.
I try to move back even just a little but he holds my head firm against him, his balls at my chin and finally my body complies and I swallow around him. He immediately groans as this forces my throat to relax and allows him to slide even deeper.
"Look at me," he says.
I open my eyes which are filled with tears from the gagging; his eyes find mine – they are wild with desire.
"I've missed you….this…." he moans as he gently moves my head back before thrusting hard and deep back into my mouth. This time I'm prepared for it and don't gag; the moment he hits the back of my throat I swallow around him causing him to moan in pleasure. He continue this pace for some time, each time he thrusts into my mouth he hits the back of my throat. Within minutes his breath hitches; I can tell he is getting close to finding his release when he movements become more erratic and less controlled.
"Eyes on me….I need to see you," he grunts and starts thrusting faster into my mouth watching himself move in and out of my mouth. "So (thrust) fucking (thrust) hot (thrust)."
He tightens his grip on my head more, thrusting harder and deeper into my mouth than before. I give him complete control, letting him use my body as he wants right now as he starts to fuck my mouth hard. His eyes don't leave mine; seeing the desperation in his eyes motivates me as I try to suck him harder while he moves me as he wants.
"That's it….Oh fuck…." He brings me forward, his dick hitting the back of my throat and I immediately swallow. He pushes himself further in, holding me tight against him as I feel him try to push himself even deeper into me. Without warning his grip tightens on my head and I feel him swell against the back of my throat before he screams out my name as he finds his release. In this position I can do nothing except swallow everything he has to offer; after the last burst comes from Christian he pulls himself back slightly from my mouth. He leaves himself in my mouth though and I continue sucking, milking every drop of his release out of him since he has not indicated he wants me to stop. He moves the chair that was behind him, closer to him and sits down while urging me to move with him.
"Keep going….we need to get to the bottom of this tonight," he says to the person on the phone before placing the call back on mute. "God….that was so hot….How did you know that's what I needed?"
"You sounded really stressed when I came home and it didn't seem like anything was helping sir," I answer when he pulls me from his now softening dick.
"Are you wet right now?" he asks suddenly.
"Yes sir," I whisper and blush deeply.
"I thought as much," he smirks. "Here's what we're going to do. See, I told his idiot on the phone that he had to explain every line of a large spreadsheet even though I already know the error is in the last line. So I can't hang up until he finds the error, until then we're going to have some fun if you are okay with that."
"Yes sir," I say breathlessly, eager to know what he wants to do.
"Until this idiot finds his error, you are going to continue sucking me until I get nice and hard keeping me there once I do. While you are sucking me, I want you to be playing with your clit keeping yourself nice and wet for me. When the idiot finally finds his mistake, I will take you over the couch and fuck you if that's what you want at that time," he explains.
"Yes sir," I gasp as the fluids flow from me even more.
"Stand up and take that thong off, show me how wet it is," he instructs.
Embarrassingly, I stand up and step out of my thong handing it to him before I kneel before him again. He smirks feeling how wet it is but doesn't say anything as he guides my mouth back to his completely soft erection. I don't think I've ever had him in my mouth when he wasn't at least semi hard so this is a new feeling, although it lasts only moments before I feel him begin to grow. I explore his semi soft erection with my tongue, easily taking all of it in without struggling.
"You need to look at where the spreadsheets where the data is coming from! There is an error on one of those links causing the error in the equation. Now find it!" he screams into the phone before once again hitting the mute button.
"Ana, play with your clit," he reminds me.
I moan around his hardening erection, slowly bringing my hand down my body my fingers easily finding the hard nub that is begging for attention. I barely touch it, the feeling going straight through me as my sex begs for attention. The more pressure I apply to my clit, the closer I get to the edge of no return…I don' t know how long I will be able to hold back my orgasm; I silently plea for Christian to allow me to have a release soon.
"Hmmmmmmmmm" I moan loudly when he pulls my head against him suddenly which thrusts his now fully erect dick to the back of my throat. I struggle with the intrusion, my focus clearly on my own needs and not on Christian which I assume is the reason he reminded me what I was also supposed to be focused on. With my fingers dancing lightly on my clit, Christian moves my head against him; glancing up I see him watching himself slide in and out of my mouth. The sight of him watching me nearly makes me combust, I'm moaning loudly and desperately trying to beg Christian for a release.
"Stand up," he orders moments .
As soon as I stand up he turns me around, laying me over his desk which is somehow now clear of any papers that were there moments ago. I'm laying right next to the phone, listening to some guy ramble on and on about equations, data entry and bottom line figures. Christian pulls my ass to the edge of the desk before sitting back in his chair.
"Don't stop," he holds my fingers against my clit urging me to continue.
I feel the heat rush to my face and close my eyes knowing that he is watching as my fingers continue to tease my clit. I can feel how wet I am right now; I'm sure he can see it. He says nothing, but moves my hand down slowly inserting my own finger into my throbbing core. It's not enough to send me over the edge, but it pushes me closer to it.
"Christian…" I moan as he presses the heal of my hand against my clit and immediately I feel my walls grip my finger tightly.
"You look so hot, so fucking hot right now," he says.
"Please sir," I beg as the need quickly becomes too much.
"What do you need?" he asks.
"I….please sir….." I stutter.
"Tell me," he requests.
"I….I need to come sir," I moan loudly as he pushes another finger inside of me. "Please sir, can I come?"
"Fuck your tight pussy; show me how you want me to fuck you later," he instructs. "I want to watch you make yourself come."
I should be embarrassed by his request but instead it fuels my desire even further as I feel the juices coating my fingers. I start moving my fingers in and out of my throbbing sex; my own desire quickly takes over and I forget about Christian sitting watching my every move. I thrust my fingers in and out, harder and faster desperately trying to hit that spot that Christian seems to easily find every time he is inside of me. I'm moaning, whimpering and crying out as I chase the orgasm that is so close.
"CHRISTIAN!" I scream in pleasure when he pushes a third finger in me, filling me completely.
"Do you want me to play with your nipples when I fuck you later?" he asks.
"Hmmmmmmmm" I moan, the image of it nearly pushing me over that edge as he guides my hand to my breast.
I feel so full; I can feel every movement as I thrust harder and faster into my begging core. My other hand quickly takes my breast out of the bra and finds my hard nipple; I pinch at it harshly which is just what I need; I scream Christian's name as I finally find my release. My back nearly comes of the desk as the orgasm rips through my body; the walls of my sex throb and grip my fingers tighter than before. I moan in disappointment when Christian suddenly pulls my fingers from my core; my disappointment is short lived as his mouth quickly finds my sex.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moan as his tongue thrusts inside of me.
My entire body is on fire, still desperately trying to come down from the intense orgasm moments ago while Christian's mouth keeps me just on the edge. He laps the juices flowing from my core while completely ignoring my clit which is begging for more attention.
"YES! OH YES!" I scream when Christian quickly stands up and thrusts his hard erection into my throbbing sex without warning.
He thrusts several times hard and deep into me, before pulling out completely leaving me wanting more. He says nothing as he gently lifts me off of his desk, placing me before his chair as he sits back down. I quickly drop back to my knees in front of him, surprised to find a soft throw blanket now on the floor beneath me. He guides me to his glistening erection which is covered in the evidence of my orgasm. I quickly take him into my mouth, pausing momentarily when I taste myself on him but the hand on my head urges me to move passed it. With my focus on his erection, my body begins to finally come down from the strong orgasm moments before. Christian seems to sense what I need, letting me set my own pace as my breathing finally begins to return to normal. I've only ever played with myself with Christian; this was the most satisfied I have ever felt from masturbation.
"We need to wrap this up soon, let's go," he says into the phone as he pulls me down against him a few minutes later.
He moans loudly when I swallow against him, letting him slide into what I think is one of his favorite spots.
"Ana….your clit…." He says breathless. "I want you….need you ready."
I moan around him as my fingers once again find my clit; minutes later my arousal has returned and my body is desperately begging for another release despite the one moments ago.
"Take your bra off," he instructs.
I pull my head back slightly as I try to sit back to take the only remaining piece of clothing off, but Christian has other thoughts as he pulls me closer to him again. Sensing Christian's need, I focus on sucking just the head of his hard erection while slowly taking my bra off. He quickly pulls my head down, thrusting himself deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat again. I swallow around him, this time he holds me in place rather than pulling me back.
"Listen, you're wasting my time tonight. If you value your position, you will find the error, fix it and submit the report to me before you leave the office today," he grunts into the phone his hand firm on my head. "I don't care if you sleep at the office tonight, you are not to leave until this report is fixed."
"Yes…Mr. Grey…I-" the voice on the phone says before Christian disconnects the call.
"Look at me," he requests.
I look up, immediately finding his hungry eyes. He pulls my head back, letting only the tip remain in my mouth before slowly moving me closer to him so I take all of him in once again. He repeats this several times, constantly watching his dick go in and out of my mouth. The final time he pulls my head back, urging me to suck on just his head. He is breathless above me, moaning as my tongue flicks the head of his erection. He groans, pulling me forcefully closer to him as he thrusts hard into my mouth. The change in movement surprises me and I gag as he thrusts himself into me. Like earlier, he pulls me closer to him pushing past my gag reflex until he hits the back of my throat. As soon as I swallow around him, my throat relaxes and I take him a little further.
"Stand," he pants as he slowly takes himself from my mouth.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yes sir," I meet his eyes so he can see that I am truly fine with everything that is going on.
He must see what he needs because seconds later his lips find mine, his arms wrapping tightly around my body pulling me close to him. His mouth takes possession of mine, his tongue thrusting in and out as his hands find my ass gripping it tightly as he moves me against him so his erection rubs against my clit.
"Tell me what you want now," he requests as he sucks on my neck just below my ear.
"You sir….Ohhhhhh," I moan.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks, nipping at the last word.
"Christian," I whisper in embarrassment.
"Whatever you want baby, just tell me what you want," he says gently, grinding his erection at my clit.
"I need to come Christian…please," I beg shamelessly, the constant pressure on my clit has me on edge again.
"How do you want me to make you come?" he sucks hard on my neck increasing my arousal even more.
"Please….Ohhhh…..please fuck me sir," I moan.
"With pleasure Ana," his mouth quickly captures mine as he leads me blindly to the couch. He tosses a pillow onto the cushion before bending me over the arm. He grips my thighs tightly, pulling me closer to him rubbing his erection through my wet folds. I desperately try to move closer to him, trying to him take me but he doesn't keeping his erection just at my opening.
"Do you want this?" he pushes just the head of his erection into me.
"God yes!" I beg.
"I want to hear you, I want to hear how I make you feel," He says sliding into me a little further.
"Christian….please….I need you," I moan.
"Tell me if it's too much, I don't want to hurt you baby," he says as he finally slides completely into me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I moan at the incredible full feeling.
"You're so tight….I love the way your grip me," he gasps.
Christian starts thrusting slowly in and out of me, nearly pulling all the way out before thrusting deeper into me. I'm constantly moaning, when he pulls out I want him back in when he thrusts back in I feel incredibly full.
"Play with your nipples baby," his hands firm on my hips holding me close to him as he looks down at me.
"Hmmmmmm" I moan in ecstasy as my fingers tease and pinch my nipples while Christian begins to thrust harder and deeper into me.
"Come when you can," he grunts, his eyes watching our connection as he thrusts hard into my throbbing sex. His words are my undoing, I come around him gripping him tightly as my orgasm takes over. He slowly moves within me, prolonging my orgasm even further.
"Wrap your arms around me," he leans over which pushes himself deeper into me and applies added pressure to my clit.
It takes me a few seconds to comprehend what he just said with the added sensations keeping me right on the edge and not letting me come down from the orgasm. I wrap my arms around his neck, he in turn wraps his arms around my back and waist pulling me towards him before standing up our connection still intact. He walks to the front of the couch, holding me tightly as he sits down and rearranges my legs so I'm straddling him. He pulls me close to him, thrusting himself deeper into me so I feel his balls against my sex.
"Ride me baby," he moans, gripping my ass tightly urging me to move while holding me close to him.
I slowly move against him, taking him nearly all the way out before sinking down fast on him. In this position he is hitting that magical spot inside of me each time. I am in complete shock as my body quickly gears up for another orgasm, the constant hitting of my g spot nearly sending me over the edge. I start to move faster against Christian, taking him harder each time I pull him out. His hands remain firm on me but he lets me set the pace to meet my needs.
"Christian," I gasp as I find myself right on the edge, desperate for a release but needing something more to find it.
"I got you baby," his fingers quickly find my clit, pinching it gently which is just what I need as the orgasm rips through my body.
His hands move back to my ass, moving my body as he wants which only prolongs my orgasm even more as he continues to rub that spot deep inside of me. I put my head on his shoulder, my arms gripping his hair tightly as the orgasm just seems to continue with the constant attention to my g spot. I'm panting and moaning loudly, Christian's breathing matches my own and I can tell he is close to finding his own release.
"CHRISTIAN!" I scream out as he slips a finger wet with my juices just into my ass.
"God you feel so good when you grip me like that," he groans and I realize my throbbing sex is holding him so tight it's difficult to move.
"I'm so close…." He moans, his hand gripping my hip tightly urging me to move against him. "Ride me baby….please…."
Hearing Christian beg makes me want to focus on nothing but his needs right now and I quickly move against him mimicking the pace from moments ago. He continues to hit that spot deep inside of me every time I thrust down on him once again preventing me from fully coming down from the orgasm moments ago. My body remains on edge, but I focus on Christian hoping once he finds his release my body will come down from the orgasm and finally let me find relief.
"Ana….Oh fuck….Don't stop," he moans.
"You feel so good Christian," I pant.
"Come with me baby, " he begs.
"Christian….I….it's too much," I plea, my body begging for relief now; I don't think I could come again even if I wanted to.
"You're so close, you're gripping me so tight. I want to feel you come again, I love the way you feel when you come on my dick," he says bluntly.
"I….I don't know if I can," I reply honestly.
"You can….ride me baby, hard and deep like before," he instructs.
"I….OHHHHHHHHHH" I moan as he slides his finger deeper into me.
"Hard and deep, make us both come," he requests.
Doubting that I can come again, I start riding him as he wants….lifting myself up and until only his tip is in me and thrusting myself down hard against him. He hits that spot each time, my body is quickly burning with desire and I'm no longer sure that another orgasm isn't likely.
"Fuck..." he moans, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist moving me against him.
The need for a release quickly takes over for both of us; our breathing is heavy and I can't tell which of us is moaning louder. Each time I lift off of him, his arm pushes me back down quickly against him while is finger mimics his movements in my ass. I don't know if another orgasm is coming or if this is a continuation of the last one but within minutes of the new pace I'm right on the edge and desperately need a release.
"Ana….baby come with me….please I need to feel you come with me," he begs.
"Yes….I'm there….OHHHHHHHHHH CHRISTIAN!" I scream as the orgasm finally washes over me this one harder than the others.
"FUCK!" Christian screams moments after I feel him grow even larger inside of me. He pulls me down hard against him, thrusting himself deeper into me as he finds his release.
I collapse on Christian as he continues to move me against him, riding out his own orgasm as I feel his warmth through me.
"Are you okay?" he asks kissing my neck as we both come down from our orgasms.
"That was…..there are no words," I sigh.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks concerned.
"No, baby," I assure him. "Not at all."
"And you….you enjoyed it?" he asks.
"I just came more times than I can count, yes I enjoyed it very much Christian," I point out.
"I just wanted to be sure after….well what happened," he says obviously not wanting to bring up the kidnapping at this moment.
"I'm fine," I assure him. "I knew we both would still want or need a little BDSM at times, that's why I didn't want to give it up completely. Did you enjoy it?"
"More than enjoyed," he kisses me deeply. "It was so hot…the way you came in here wearing almost nothing and just kneeled in front of me. Watching you suck me, watching you fuck yourself….God it was all so arousing."
"Hey," I gasp as I feel him twitch within me. "There will be no more of that tonight."
"Then we should probably go wash up," he smiles.