All credit to ELJ. I own nothing.
Here is the first installation of CPOV. Though the dialogue is similar, it's not identical. Since this is CPOV, his memory won't be identical to Ana's. I hope you all enjoy this version as much as the origina.
Chapter 5
12/25
CPOV
I look down and see the angelic face of my new born son in my arms. His eyes are closed and his lips are a plump pink. I touch the fine red hair on his little head before I put his hat on. I slowly walk over to the bassinette in Ana's hospital bed, and lay down my sleeping boy.
Our son was due on Christmas Day, and he's proven to be just as punctual as his father. Ana's water broke yesterday morning, and after twenty four hours of labor, she was only dilated 2 centimeters. The doctors felt that it was best to have a c-section before the baby or Ana went into distress. They were also concerned about her elevated blood pressure, so I, along with Grace, Kate, Jose, Ray and Carla, convinced her to have the surgery.
Within an hour, Theodore Raymond Grey was born. He's my spitting image, with the exception of his mother's eyes.
God, what an amazing life I now have. I was the luckiest son of a bitch to have met Ana that night three years ago. If not for that party, I don't know how else our paths could have crossed, but I'm convinced that we would have met because we are destined to be together.
The past three years have been pure bliss. Besides some issues she had with security and my wealth, our relationship has bee seamless. I never believed in soulmates before, but I now know that I'm one of the lucky few on earth who have found their other half.
I pull up a chair by Ana's hospital bed and watch her sleep. I know she was in pain earlier, and she's exhausted from the labor and our visiting family members. I grab one of her hands and hold it to my face before kissing her palm.
I think back to that day we met 3 years ago.
12/23 – 3 years prior at the GEH Christmas party
"Five years, my boy!" Grandpa Theo says as he slaps my shoulder. This is the fifth annual GEH Christmas party and we are doing it big this year with a celebration at the Fairmont. I got a stretch limo so the entire family can ride together. Unfortunately, Ros can't make it because her partner just went into labor, but the entire Grey family can make it this year. Usually the party is in the cafeteria at the GEH building, but since this is a milestone year, I decided to go big.
"We're all so proud of you, honey," mom says, and I see dad nod in agreement.
"Good thing you guys decided to invest," I joke, but I'm so grateful that my parents, grandparents and even bonehead brother decided to invest into GEH when I presented them the business plan.
"You have the business thing down, son. Now you need a personal life too," grandpa says, and I see mom and dad nod in agreement. I don't give them an answer and pretend to look out the window. The truth of the matter is, other than the random one night stand, I've spent all of my time building the company. I don't have the time or the desire to have a woman in my life.
Elliot has a girlfriend every other week, and that brings him nothing but trouble. I guess that's mostly his doing though. He just can't seem to stay with one woman for long, but my issue is that I'm already married. I'm married to GEH.
"Listen to your grandfather, Christian. You work too much. GEH is already successful and you've hired the best executives. It's time you start enjoying all of your hard work. Find a girl, son," dad says.
"Or find a bunch of girls, C," Elliot says with a wink, and everyone in the limo sighs in frustration. I shake my head. Elliot the philanderer, I muse. Someday some woman is going to have him by the balls.
"This family hasn't had a wedding in a while," grandma says. I'm not even going to respond to that. Wedding? Yeah, right.
We soon arrive at the Fairmont and enter the lobby, and walk towards the grand ballroom that we rented. We went all out this year with a band, open bar, appetizers and a full meal. When we enter, I see that the staff has set up the North Pole theme and everyone is dressed as elves.
"This place is so cute," Mia announces eagerly. "We should have all dressed up as elves too. Christian, you should have dressed up as Santa." Like that shit was ever going to happen.
I look around and see that employees have already started to arrive. I stand there and gaze around the room, taking it all in when I notice a movement in the back of the room. It happened so quickly, but it looks like someone was looking from behind the curtain. Strange. For some reason, I have the urge to go back there and see what's going on.
"Let's go get a drink, C," Elliot says as he grabs my arm and pulls me away from where I was standing. They're passing around champagne, but I guess Elliot wants something stronger. Instead of going to the bar, I just ask one of the waiters to bring us each a scotch.
The entire family continues to stand at the entrance of the ballroom so that we can greet the guests as they arrive. Soon the ballroom is filled, and the band has started to play Joy to The World. Mia convinces Elliot to dance with her and I order me another Scotch.
I look around the room and see a petite woman dressed in what I think a Mrs. Claus outfit, complete with the white wig. Her back is turned towards me, but I see she has a drink in her hand. She's not shy about eating either because everything a server walks by with an appetizer tray she helps herself. I still can't see her face. At best, I got a small glimpse of her profile. She's quite petite, but she has no stilettos and her Mrs. Claus dress is quite short. Are those fishnet stockings? What kind of Mrs. Claus is she? I can't seem to look away. I don't see her interact with anyone at all. She doesn't talk to anyone, but only eats and drinks.
The band starts to Play Hark and to my shock, Mrs. Claus starts to dance by herself, right there at the bar. At first, her back is still towards me and I watch as she shakes her little ass. I almost get up and go dance behind her, but I'm enjoying the show too much.
"Do you see Mrs. Claus over there, C? I think I'm going to take her home tonight," Elliot says. When the hell did he get back to the table? No way in hell is that going to happen.
"Don't mess with my staff, Elliot. I don't need a sexual harassment suit on my hands," I say. I don't know if she's an employee. I'm guessing she's not since she doesn't seem to know anyone else here, but Elliot doesn't know that.
The song continues, and Mrs. Claus finally turns around towards me and I get the first look of her face. She's wearing little round glasses, but that doesn't detract from her clear, porcelain skin and absolute beautiful face. I almost drop the glass out of my hand because I've never seen a more perfect human being in my life. I assess her body, and she's a tiny little thing, with long legs and a slender little body. She continues to dance and swing her hips from side to side, and I notice she's also mouthing the words of the song, between sips and bites of food of course.
I take a sip of my drink as I assess her from head to toe. She's just perfect. What I wouldn't give to be closer so I can see the color of her eyes and hair.
"Go ask her to dance, Christian," grandpa says. I didn't even realize he was there.
"Ask who to dance?" I decide to play dumb.
"That pretty girl over there. The one you can't stop looking at," he says pointing to her.
"You know I never dance at these things, unless it's with mom, Mia or grandma," I say. I never look away from Mrs. Claus. I just can't stop watching her. She takes a small break from dancing and I watch her down her drink in one last gulp, order another, and grab a bunch more appetizers. She still has not talked to anyone. Who is this woman?
Joy to The World starts to play and she starts dancing and singing to herself again. This time, she's facing towards me and I look at her face again. From here, she looks to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I wonder if that would hold up up close? Is her face covered in makeup? No. This woman is a natural beauty.
She starts to swing her hips from side to side again, before she turns towards the bar and I'm greeted by her backside. My eyes are glued to her ass as she shakes it while tapping one foot to the beat of the music. What I wouldn't give to spank her little ass for daring to tempt me right here at my own party.
"I'll be right back, son," grandpa says as he gets up and starts walking towards the bar. I barely pay him any attention when I have my own show to watch.
He reaches her just as Let it Snow starts to play. What the hell is he doing? He taps her on the shoulder and see him bow. She says something back and curtsies just before he takes her into his arms and they start dancing. Grandpa has always been gregarious, and the life of the party. I watch as he leads her around the room. For a man in his seventies, he is light on his feet and has some rhythm. Mrs. Claus certainly does too because she's able to keep up with him step for step.
They are getting closer to me and I get more glimpses of her face. She's even more beautiful than I imagined. It doesn't look like she's wearing any makeup. Her face is flawless, and her skin appears to be smooth as silk. I wonder if the skin under that dress is just as smooth. I throw back the rest of my drink as they continue to dance right in front of me. I wonder how much more time I have to give grandpa before I can cut in. The closer she gets to me, the more I want to touch her.
The song ends and Santa, Baby starts to play. I see grandpa stop and grab his back. Other than a mild heart issue, grandpa is in perfect health. He has no issues with his back whatsoever. What is he up to? I watch as they have some dialogue, and I stand up. I need to get closer so I can hear what they're saying.
"Christian," grandpa says to me as I walk over to them. My eyes are glued on Mrs. Claus' ass as I walk over there. "Would you mind cutting in? I need a few minutes," grandpa says as he clutches his back, but I see a hint of a smile on his lips and mischief in his eyes. Just then, Mrs. Claus turns around and almost collides with him. I hear her gasp and see her eyes widen in shock. I stand right in front of her, invading her space and I get a whiff of vanilla. I close my eyes and slowly inhale her scent.
"Oh, that's ok mister. I can go back to dancing by myself," she says. I don't think so, Mrs. Claus. You're mine now, I think to myself.
"None of this mister stuff. I'm Theo Trevelyan," he says.
"Anastasia Rose Steele," she says back with the sweetest blush across her face. She looks up at me briefly, and her eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen. She bites her bottom lip and I want to pull it out from between her teeth and bite it myself. I continue to stare at her, willing for her to look at me again.
"Hurry up, Christian. This is her favorite song," grandpa says. Before Anastasia Rose Steele can run off, I pull her into my arms.
"Well, let's dance, Ms. Steele," I say as Santa, Baby starts to play. I sense her hesitance and I pull her closer towards my body. She looks back at me and our eyes meet. We continue to lock eyes as I lead her around the room. There isn't an inch of space between us and I feel her pert breasts on my chest. During the entire song we never break eye contact. I look into her eyes and she stares into mine, lost in each other. I don't even hear the words of the song, I just feel her body against mine and inhale her sweet scent. What I wouldn't give to grab her by her little ass and pull her hard against my growing erection.
The song ends, and we just stand there, gazing in each other's eyes. That blush is still on her cheeks, giving her a special glow. She then takes her hands and attempt to fix my crazy, unkempt hair. My heart starts to race at the feel of her hands on me. She realizes what's she's done and quickly removes her hand from my hair and places them on my chest. I inhale sharply, as a wave of desire hits me. Before I can ask her for another dance, she pulls herself out of my arms and walks away from me. I stand there and watch as she goes and sits down at the bar.
I look around the room and everyone is looking at me. Elliot has her eyebrows raised and grandpa winks at me and gives me thumbs up. I turn away from them and follow little Ms. Steele over to the bar, and take the seat next to her.
"Why'd you walk away?" I ask.
"The song was over," she says without even looking at me. Well that won't do.
"Is that so? But you've been dancing all night. First by yourself, then my grandfather and me. Why did you run away from me?" Is it because you felt the attraction as strongly as I did? Did it scare you too?
"I didn't run away. I got thirsty and came for a drink. Besides, your grandpa forced you to dance with me. The song is over, and you don't need to feel obligated anymore," she says to me. What a smart ass.
"You need to understand one thing about me," I say. She starts to drink her water, not even giving me the time of day. "Look at me," I say sternly. She turns towards me and raises her eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. "I don't do anything I don't want to do." And I want to get you back in my arms, I think to myself.
"I bet you don't," she says under her breath. I don't think I was expected to hear that and chuckle to myself.
"You're right. I don't."
"Well I don't imagine someone in your positions lets others tell him what to do."
"What position would that be?"
"Aren't you Christian Grey? Founder of GEH and master of the universe?" She challenges, looking me directly in the eyes now.
"Yes, I am, Anastasia Rose Steele," I say and continue to ask her if she crashed my party.
The mystery of how she got to be here is solved when she says she's best friends with the photographer. I remember the photographer. He took pictures of me for the WSU article and he's as gay as an Easter basket, so I don't have to worry about him being more than just her friend.
"Well in that case, I think you owe me another dance. You've eaten lots of my food, drank lots of my alcohol. I think it's only fair that you dance with me," I say, and just for good measure, I give her my most charming smile.
"Are you stalking me? Out of everyone here, how is it that you know how much I've eaten and drank?"
Now she's given me the opening I need.
"Maybe because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on and I could do nothing but stare at you all night," I say without breaking the eye contact. I see her blush and look away.
"You have a Mrs. Claus fetish?"
"Only when she looks, smells and feels like you," I say as I stand up and pull her from her seat. Thankfully the band decides a slow song as Silent Night starts to play. I pull her into my arms and look down into her eyes. Our eyes remain locked at we continue to dance closely together, with our hips aligned. We move together in perfect rhythm. I long for her to touch me again. To put her hands either in my hair or on my chest, but she doesn't. We just continue to stare at each other as we dance. After a while, I put her my head in the crook of her neck and inhale her smell. I try to pull her closer into my body, but she's already pressed completely into me.
The song ends, but we continue to just dance to our own music for a few seconds. I see her look around and come out of her trance. She seems embarrassed when she realized everyone is looking at us. The last thing I feel is embarrassment. I want everyone to know that she's with me. She looks like a deer in the headlights right before she turns around and walks away from me. This time instead of the bar, she goes and hides behind the curtains.
I know this damn woman didn't just run from me again. Most women go out of their way to get my attention, and this one just keeps running away. I watch as her friend runs behind her, and wonder how the hell that conversation will go. I'll give her two minutes to come out before I go get her.
"That hot little number you were dancing with is the one I told you I wanted to take home tonight, C. You cock blocked me," Elliot says.
"Don't talk about her like that," I warn him. He just smiles, nods his head and walks away.
"Why are you still standing here, Christian? Go get that girl," grandpa says. "Don't make all my hard work go to waste."
Just as I'm about to respond, I see the photographer come from behind the curtain. He looks around the room until he sees me, and starts to walk towards me.
"She plans on hiding back there all night, and is stubborn enough to do it. If you want her, you better go get her," he says and walks away before I have time to respond. What's with everyone running from me tonight?
"Isn't that her friend? You better listen to that young man. If you saw what I saw while you two were dancing, you wouldn't still be standing here. Get your ass back there now," grandpa says. He was going to say more, but grandma called him over and he went running. I smile knowing that all the married men in my family were run by their wives.
I decide to take my grandfather's advice and go find my little runaway.
"It's about time, Jose," I hear as I step behind the curtain. She's sitting in a chair with her back toward me. "Did you bring me some food too? I guess I am a little hungry." Are you kidding me? How can she possibly be hungry after all the appetizers I saw her put away? I actually love that she eats. The few dates actually had, the women would barely eat anything. I love the idea of her having such a big appetite. I'd love to take her home and feed her.
Are you going to hide here all night?" I ask as I start walk towards her. I almost miss a step when I see her before me. She took the wig and glasses off and she has beautiful, long brown locks that fall to the middle of her back. Her blue eyes take me in and I hear myself say wow at how beautiful she is.
"I'm not hiding."
"It's the second time tonight you ran from me."
"The song ended. That's usually what happens after a song end," the little sassy spitfire says to me.
"You have a smart mouth, do you know that?"
"So, I've been told," she says.
"Come," I say as I grab her hand. I'm tired of you running from me.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You said you were hungry. I'm a sucker for a girl with a good appetite so I'm going to feed you," I say and have to practically drag her through the ballroom to the table. When we arrive, no one is surprised to see Anastasia there. I learn that she graduated from WSU last May and works for SIP as an editor's assistant.
As dinner is served to our table, I watch as Ana eats prime rib, mashed potatoes, vegetables and about three rolls. I don't think I've ever seen a little itty bitty person eat so much. I had the urge to start feeding her from my plate, but thought better of it. She might bite one of my fingers off. Even Elliot mentions her eating, and that little blush came back.
I'm surprised to learn that that shrew who had the nerve to interview me for the WSU article, and asked me if I was gay is actually her best friend. If only I had made the graduation a few months ago, I would have met her then. This beautiful woman could have been in my life months ago.
"What are your plans for the holidays, Ms. Steele?" I ask. She turns to answer me and our eyes lock. Everyone and everything else fades away as we continue to stare in each other's eyes. I break eye contact only to stare at her full, pink lips. What I wouldn't give to taste those lips, and such on that tongue of hers. I'm brought back to the here and now when Elliot clears his throat.
"Uh, oh. My plans for Christmas," Ana says. Ms. Steele is from Montesano and plans on spending Christmas there with her dad. She makes no mention of her mother and my interest is piqued. I need a background check ASAP.
We talk more about the Grey family Christmas traditions. The photographer comes over and wants to take some family photos. Before he starts, I notice that he and Anastasia are having some sort of argument with their eyes. I almost laugh because she's looking at him like she's going to kill him, and he's just laughing at her.
Ana starts to get up when she hears about the family photos, but we make her sit back down and take pictures. I plan on hiring this photographer for every GEH event when he takes some pictures of me and Ana.
After the pictures are taken, dessert is brought to our table and this little lady eats a huge slice of cake and tiramisu. I get an instant hard on when she closes her eyes and moans over the tiramisu. Grandpa catches my eyes and wiggles his eyebrows at me. When she opens her eyes, our eyes lock again and she freezes. Her fork is full of tiramisu and is stopped halfway to her mouth. I take it and put it in my own mouth, and moan as I look at her. This brought the blush back and in that moment, I know that she wants me.
I'm irritated when I have to leave and give a damn speech, as well as give away the prized for the raffle. I see her walk out of the ballroom and for a few minutes I don't know where she is. I know her friend is still here, but did she just leave? I know her name so it won't take me long to find her, but I'm irritated that she just left me again.
I feel immediate relief when I see her come back into the ballroom. She starts to walk back towards that damn curtain, cut I catch her hand right before she gets there. I pull her into my arms at First Noel starts to play. Just like before, I hold her close and we dance in perfect sync.
"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," I tell her and she blushes.
She doesn't believe me, but I remind her that I've been watching her all night. We exchange some more banter, and I tell her that if we had met sooner, she'd be my date tonight. It's true. I just feel this pull towards this woman. I know I would have noticed her six months ago at the graduation. I would have talked to her, maybe asked her out for coffee. I know coffee wouldn't have been enough. I would have wanted more. We didn't meet six months ago, but fate brought her here to me tonight, and I'm not going to waste the opportunity.
I gaze into her eyes again and lower my head. I press my lips to hers and she opens her mouth. Our tongues touch and I taste her for the first time. The kiss continues, and I do everything in my power to keep the kiss gentle when in reality I want to be anything but gentle. I pull her closer towards me and I put my hands in her hair, pulling her as close as possible, deepening the kiss. I feel myself harden and I press my erection into her stomach. She breaks the kiss, and we both stand there gasping for air. She looks around, and I see that blush again, right as she turns around and walks away from me again.
I take a minute to control my breathing and to bring my body back under control. I start to walk back to get her just as I see her friend peeking from behind the curtain.
"Stop running from me," I say to her.
"I didn't run away," she says. I ask her friend to excuse us and want to laugh as I see him scurry away.
"Come home with me," I say, as I grab both her hands.
"I'm not that type of girl."
"I just want to get to know you. I'm not asking you to sleep with me. I have lots of food and drinks at my place," I say. It's true though I would want nothing more than to undress her and take her to bed. She's the sexiest and most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but most of all, I just don't want the night to end. I just want her with me.
After some back and forth she agrees. Before she can change her mind, I lead her out of there and into the car that Taylor has waiting. I'm in such a hurry to get her out of here that I don't even talk about how she came here with no jacket. Now is not the time for a lecture on how she needs to take better care of herself.
I hold her hand the entire car ride, but no words are exchanged. Once we finally make inside the Escala elevator, the electricity and sexual tension is exacerbated. It takes all of my willpower not to fuck her in this elevator.
I pull out a fruit platter and some with wine. I'm relieved when that seems to be enough. I don't have anything already prepared and I'm completely useless in the kitchen. We eat fruit, and I notice that pineapple is her favorite. Since I know she'll be spending lots of time here, I'll be sure to put it on the shopping list for Mrs. Jones.
I can't be away from her for another second. I put on some romantic music, and I say a silent prayer of thanks for Mia for putting all of these sappy songs on my sound system. Adele starts crooning about love and I pull her into my body and caress her back with my hands. I see her close her eyes and lay her head on my chest.
I turn her around and put her back to my chest just as Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me starts to play. I have my arounds round her and I press my erection into her ass. She turns around and I have to kiss her. I can't wait another second, and capture her lips with mine. I kiss her slowly, deeply, allowing myself to taste her. She puts her hands in my hair again and I hear her moan into my mouth. I kiss her neck and work my way up to her face and eyes. I capture her mouth with mine again as we continue to kiss.
I'm breathing hard as we break the kiss. She looks up at me and gives me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I brush the hair back from her face as we continue to dance.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I haven't been able to look at you since I first saw you dancing by yourself at the bar," I say to her. I kiss her again, and lift her off the ground, and spin her about the room. I set her down, take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. I didn't invite her here with the intentions of sleeping with her, but I've never wanted anyone as much as I want this woman, and I know she wants me too.
"This is my bedroom. Do you want to come inside? If you say yes, I'm going to undress you, kiss every inch of your body and make love to you," I say. Please say yes, I think to myself.
She nods.
"Yes? Say it. I need to hear you say yes," I say to her.
"Yes." Yes!
I quickly open the door and we step inside. I take her lips again briefly but I need to get her naked now. In no time at all, I have the dress off, taking off her underwear and bra. I touch her breasts and her back. Her skin is as soft as silk, and just how I envisioned all night. She returns the favor and undresses me, touching me all over my body in the process. I get goosebumps at her touch. What this little itty bitty woman does to me.
She gently grabs my hard dick, wiping the pre-cum with her fingertips. She licks it while giving me a shy smile, and I almost combust at the site.
"I'll die if I don't have you soon," I say to her.
"So, have me."
I take her and lead her to the bed, laying her on her back. We kiss again for what seems like hours. I feel her hands all over my body, moaning and calling out my name. I kiss her neck and grab a nipple in my mouth. I bite and nip it and she moans. I kiss my way down he body. I kiss her naval, all the way down her legs and work my way back up. I stop at the apex of her thighs and spread her legs open. I see her wet, slick pussy laid out in front of me and my mouth practically waters. I slide two fingers inside of her wet flesh and she arches her back, as I rub her clit with my finger. I quickly remove my hand and put my head between her legs. I take in her scent and I slowly start to lick her pussy. I tease her clit with my tongue, and bite it gently. I need more so I stick my tongue all the way up her pussy and start to fuck her with my tongue. I can count on one hand how many women I've gone down on, but this is the first woman where I've put my tongue inside a pussy, and she tastes so good. I increase my pace once she starts tugging on my hair. Soon she comes in my mouth and I lick her clean.
I quickly grab a condom and before I know it, I've sheathed myself completely inside her tight wet pussy. I know I won't last long, so I start at a punishing pace. I pound into her pussy, giving her hard thrust after hard thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist and I feel her grab my ass. I kiss her again, sticking my tongue in her mouth, letting her taste herself. I give her a few more hard thrusts and before I know it, I've exploded inside of her, calling out her name. I feel her tighten around me as she has her own orgasm. I shudder on top of her and pull out.
I pull her on top of me and hold her close, kissing the top of her head. She rolls off of me and we both lay on our sides, staring into each other's eyes. I take her hand in mine and intertwine our fingers.
"You're so beautiful, and so soft," I say to her. And you're so mine but I don't say that, fearing I might scare her away. I'll wait until tomorrow to tell her she's mine. Now that I've had her, I'm not letting her go.
"Wait right here," I tell her as I run out of the bedroom to get the rest of the fruit platter. This time I pour us a glass of Cristal and put a raspberry in each flute. I think Mia told me she saw some shit like that on Pinterest.
I go back in and we eat, drink champagne, touch each other, and kiss.
"Stay the night with me," I say.
"It's Christmas Eve and we both have obligations," she says. True but I want her to stay tonight and come back after we do our duties and spend Christmas with our families. I'd ask her to come with me to the Greys, but I know her dad is expecting her.
Before I can tell her any of this, her phone rings. Thankfully she tells me the caller is her mother, and I don't make a scene with my jealousy. That's another new feeling. I've never felt jealous of a woman before tonight.
"Maybe you should answer," I say to her when she tells me she's estranged from her mother.
"No," she says.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I look in her eyes and I see some hurt there, but she shuts me down. She climbs on top of me and all thoughts but her leave my mind. We spend the next several hours exploring each other. I eat her pussy so much, I don't think I'll ever get her taste out of my mouth.
When she took my dick in her mouth for the first time, she took me all the way to the back of her throat. Her mouth was so hot, and wet and she sucked me so deeply that I came down her throat in just two minutes. Afterwards, I just laid there for several minutes while I recovered. When I looked at her, she was looking at me shyly and asked me if it was ok. I could do nothing but snort.
I sat up and grabbed her and put her across my knee.
"You're such a dirty little girl, Ms. Steele. You did such nasty things with your mouth, that you made me lose all control. You need to be punished for that. I'm going to spank you for making me come so quickly," I say to her.
"I'm so sorry, sir," she says as she plays along.
"I did not give you permission to speak. You just earned three more hits. Put your head down. You may count. I will smack each cheek 3 times," say to her.
I start by rubbing each cheek. Just like the rest of her skin, her ass is smooth as silk. I kiss each check about three times before I can pull away for the spanking.
I kiss and rub between hits. I get hard again immediately when that sweet, round ass turned a light shade of red. She moaned every time I hit her, and she kept biting that damn bottom lip. I stuck a finger inside her pussy and found her to be drenched.
"Get on your knees," I says, and she obeys. I've always had the fantasy of dominating a woman in the bedroom, but I've never done it, but she seems to be so responsive. This is something we are going to explore in the future together.
I quickly grab another condom and put it on. I grab her hips and slam into her hard. We both moan in pleasure. I don't make love to her this time. I fuck her, and I fuck her hard. I grabbed her hair, wrapped it around my hand and pulled it as I continued to pound into her from the back. She calls out my name and I smack her on both ass cheeks with my free hand, turning them a deep red this time. My dick gets harder and I continue to punish her with my dick. I feel her pussy squeeze my dick and I see her orgasm ooze out of her already wet cunt.
I pound into her for several more minutes before I find my own release, and we both collapse on the bed.
"Are you ok?" I ask, nervous that I might have been too rough with her.
"I'm great. That was amazing," she says, and I breath a sigh of relief. I turn her around to face me and I kiss her cute little nose. I look down at her and I run my finger tips across her breasts. She smiles at me and I feel like time has just stopped.
"You're so beautiful," I say again and intertwine our fingers together. I pull her closer and we intertwine our legs under the covers. We spend the next few minutes just staring at each other, stealing little kisses between gazes.
I don't know how we found the strength, but we make love again two more times before we fell asleep wrapped around each other.
When I wake up again, it's 9 am and daylight. I never sleep past six, so I'm surprised and a bit disoriented. To my disappointment, the bed is empty and cold. I look around the room, and she's nowhere to be found, but I see discarded condoms everywhere and I smile remembering our passion filled night.
She's not in the bathroom, then I remember her huge appetite. She's probably in the kitchen eating. I run out there completely naked in my haste to find her.
"Ana!" I yell as I walk into the living room, only to find it empty.
"Shit!" I say to myself. I can't believe this damn woman walked out on me again. "God damn it!"
I combined the first two chapters. I hope you enjoyed CPOV. I can technical leave it here since you already know how it ends, but let me know if you want more. Thank you all for your response to this story. To everyone who celebrates, Merry Christmas!