Chapter 6
The final installment
Christian
PRESENT DAY
Ana's stirring breaks me out of my reverie. I see clear blue eyes looking at me, and my heart nearly stops when I see my beautiful wife smile at me. I kiss her hand again before putting It to my face.
"What are you doing?" She asks. She looks around and when her eyes land on our sleeping, she smiles again.
"Watching the most beautiful woman in the world sleep," I say.
"Sound creepy," she teases. "Why don't you come lay next to me?"
"You just had surgery and I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me. Come on. You're paying for this expensive hospital suite. We mind as well make use of this big bed," she says.
"We're paying for the suite. Stop saying me. Everything is ours," I say to her. The wealth has been our biggest issue. Even after all these years, she still sometimes refers to everything as mine. In the beginning every gift I would give her would turn into a fight, and I'd have to turn dominant and fuck her into submission. Not that I'm complaining. Then we got engaged and the media was speculating on the prenup. When I told her there would not be one, she insisted on signing something to show me and the world that she's not after my money. That was the angriest I've ever been at her. When she said that to me, I had to leave the penthouse for a about an hour to prevent myself from saying something I'd regret.
When I came back we got into a screaming fight. I told her I didn't give a fuck what the rest of the world thought, and I was offended that she would think that I would need her to reassure me that she didn't need my money. She got in my face and screamed back saying she wanted to shut everyone up because for months she's been called a gold digger by everyone.
I took her in my arms, told her I loved her and that if she left me she could take everything because nothing else would matter. She told me I was stupid, and she would never leave me, so I ripped off her clothes, handcuffed her to my office desk and used the flogger on her until her ass turned red. I then turned her over and fucked her hard from behind until we both collapsed from exhaustion.
I told her that I would not start our marriage, preparing for it to fail. After that, she agreed to no prenup, but made it clear that if I ever wanted out of the marriage, she would not fight me for anything. We ended the fight when I told her that I was never going to let her go, so a pre-nup is a non-issue.
"What are you thinking about," she asks after I laid down next to her. I want to pull her into my arms, but I'm reluctant to because of her bandage.
"About us. When we first met and that prenup debacle," I say with a chuckle. " I remember waking up after our first night together to find you gone."
"Well you tracked me down and brought me back to Seattle. It was worth it just for that spanking you gave me," she says, and I feel my dick start to harden. It's going to be a long six weeks.
12/24 – 3 years prior.
"God damn it!" I yell. I take one of the wine glasses we drank out of last night and slam it against the wall, shattering it. "Fuck!" I yell out again in total disbelief that she would run out on me after all we shared last night. Now I'm wondering if I scared her with the spanking and the rough sex. She said she enjoyed it and we fucked two more times, but why would she just leave? She doesn't strike me as the type of girl who engages in one night stands.
"Is everything ok, sir?" Taylor asks as he comes running into the great room. He sees me stark naked and his eyes bulge out of his head.
"Taylor, I need you to run the video feed starting from about 3 am. Ms. Steele was here and when I woke up she was gone," I say to him. I see he's looking everywhere but at me.
"Right away, sir," he says as he starts to walk back to the security room. I follow behind him.
"Do you have a robe, sir?" He asks. I run to my room and quickly put on some sweats before joining him to look at the security feeds. He's fast forwarding our dance last night and I ask him to press play. There's no sound, but I see us dancing together just before I lean down and kiss her. Before the kiss, we never break eye contact from each other and I feel a stirring in my chest.
"Ok, keep going," I say. I don't want him to see our intimate moments.
At 6:37 am I see her walking into the great room and look around. She picks up my suit jacket, smells it and puts it on before she gets on the elevator. For some reason, I feel a sense of comfort at the thought of her taking my jacket. In my mind, that means she wants to keep me close to her.
"Taylor, I need a background check on her ASAP. Her full name is Anastasia Rose Steele. I need her cell phone number within the hour and I need her phone tracked. I know you're off today, so you can delegate that to whoever is on duty today," I say to him.
"I'll take care of it myself before I go, sir," he says.
I head back to my room to shower, but am reluctant to remove her scent from my body but I don't think my grandparents would take kindly to me showing up for Christmas Eve smelling like sex, so I reluctantly shower and dress.
"Sir, Ms. Steele's background check is right here," Taylor says as he hands me an envelope. "I've written her phone number down on the first page. You should be able to track her phone, but it appears she's at home in her apartment for now. I took the liberty if sending Reynolds to watch over her apartment, and he's across the street now. It looks like her and her photographer friend are loading up a very sketchy looking van," Taylor says. This is why I pay him as much as I do. He knows what I need before I even have to ask.
"She's headed to Montesano for Christmas," I tell him. I look at my Rolex and curse because I have to be at my grandparent's house in an hour. I have to spend the entire day and most of tomorrow with my family. Fuck! All I want to do is go after my girl.
"Thank you, Taylor. I'll be driving myself for today. Have Reynolds come back and just monitor the cameras. You have a good time with your daughter and Gail," I say to him, dismissing him.
I quickly study the background check and notice that it's pretty unremarkable. Recent college grad, lots of student loan debt, no criminal record and the name of one ex boyfriend. I get angry just thinking about this asshole being with my girl. I look at the name and refuse to even acknowledge that this bastard exists. As far as I'm concerned, he has no name. Fucking asshole!
I've already made up my mind about what I'm going to do. I'm going to call my girl and beg her to come back tomorrow. I pack a small bag. I'm going to surprise Grace by spending the night at home tonight. After what I experienced with Ana last night, I don't want to come home to an empty apartment.
I grab my keys and jump into my R8. Thankfully the gifts were delivered to my parent's house yesterday so all I have to do is drive myself to Bellevue to my grandparents' house. On the way there, I call Ana's phone several times only to have it ring and go to voicemail. She's going to be in for quite the spanking when I get her back to Seattle.
Christmas Eve in Bellevue is the same as every year. Mom, Mia and grandma cook an elaborate meal. Elliot attempts to help them cook but he annoys them so much that they chase him out of kitchen every year. Then he proceeds to get drunk with me, dad and grandpa. The only difference is this year, I don't get drunk. I want to be sober when I finally talk to my girl.
"Hey, Christian," Elliot says. "Is that a hickey on your neck?" I freeze, and everyone turns to look at me. I jump up and run to the bathroom to check but find nothing there. I'm slightly disappointed because a part of me really wanted to be marked by Ana. When I come out, Elliot is standing outside the door.
"Sike! But now I know you didn't spend last night alone. I came back to look for you, only to find you and Mrs. Claus both missing," he says.
"Fuck off, Elliot," I say and shove him out of the way. Everyone else is looking at me, waiting for me to elaborate. Fat chance of that happening. I don't want anyone thinking of my Ana in a sexual way. The secrets of her body are for me only. Grandpa catches my eye and winks at me. I wink back, and he cackles, understanding my meaning.
"You don't have to tell us, but we already know," he says as he hands me a beer.
"Leave him alone, Elliot," mom says but I see the smile on her face.
Thankfully Christmas Eve doesn't drag and before I know it, it's Christmas day. We exchange presents first thing in the morning, and mom served dinner promptly at 1. Ana is still not answering her phone and my palm is in full twitch mode. What is the fucking point of having a cell phone if you're not going to answer it. Damn woman! She won't be able to sit down for a week after I'm done with her.
I'm anxious to leave and I'm happy when we have dessert around 3. Just as I'm sitting down, enjoying a piece of chocolate cake, I hear a commotion in the kitchen.
"You ladies are going to have to leave," I hear my mom say. That's surprising because I don't think my mother has ever kicked anyone out before. Christmas at the Greys has always been an open door affair. I walk into the kitchen to see what was going on and I see two blondes glaring at each other, and Elliot standing there like a deer in the headlights.
"Elliot maybe if you stuck to just one woman, this kind of stuff wouldn't happen. Your father and I raised you better than that," Grace says as she glares at him angrily. Elliot grabs each girl by the arm and walks them out. I run to the front of the house to look out the window and both women look like they are giving him hell. One of them even slaps him across the face before she shoves him and stomps through the front lawn to her car.
"Maybe you should pay more attention to who you're fucking than my imaginary hickey," I say to him as he walks back to the house. Asshole.
Grandpa is standing in the entryway shaking his head at Elliot. "Find just one woman, boy," he says and gives him a gentle slap upside the head. I see Elliot make his way over to my parents to apologize.
I go back and inhale my cake before saying my goodbyes to everyone.
"Go find that pretty girl, Christian," grandpa says. "I expect her over here for our New Year's Eve party," he says.
"She'll be here," I promise as I leave the house and make my way to Montesano. Since I can't get her on the phone, and I can't go another night without seeing her, I decide I'm going to go to her father's house and track her down. Hopefully her dad won't shoot me. Am I really doing this? Am I driving 90 miles out of the way on Christmas Day to go find a girl I just met two nights ago? I quickly think through every moment we've spent together. Hell yes, I'm going to find her.
After making a wrong turn, I finally find my way to her father's modest sized ranch style house. My R8 looks out of place in this neighborhood, but I don't care about that now.
I ring the bell and after a few minutes, the woman who's occupied my every waking thought finally opens the door, and our eyes look. I take her in, relieved to see that she's ok. She's looking at me completely stunned, as if she can't believe that I'm really here.
"Can I help you?" a man who I presume is her father asks.
Ana introduces me as her friend, and that doesn't sit well with me at all. We're more than friends. Friends don't slow dance while drinking wine, and friends definitely don't come in each other's mouths. She's my woman and before the night is over, she's going to know it.
Ray is very welcoming and invites me inside, before leaving to go back to the other guests.
"I told you to stop running from me. You've done it four times now. Don't do it again," I say to her firmly.
"I tracked your phone here," I say to her when she asks me how I knew where she was. She then proceeds to tell me that she didn't answer my calls because they were from an unknown number. I palm really twitched after hearing that.
"Why did you leave without waking me up?" I ask her.
Her blue orbs look at me and I become lost.
"I assumed it was just a one night thing," she says, biting that lip. I let out a breath. Is this woman obtuse or what? How can she possibly thing that after that night we spent together?
"It was not a one night stand. Do you think I just take random women to my apartment? Last night was so much more for me, Ana. Didn't our night together mean anything to you?" I say as I kiss the palm of her hand. I know we only just met, but how can she not know how much she means to me? Did I do a good job of showing her?
"Yes, last night was the best night of my life. It meant everything, but," all of the tension leaves my body when she admits that last night was the best night of her life. I don't let her finish talking, I just take her face in my hands kiss her. When she opens up her mouth, I put my tongue inside, tasting her. This is what I've been longing for since I woke up yesterday morning to a cold, lonely bed. I pour all of my feelings into that kiss, and only stop when I hear her father clear his throat.
I'm introduced to the rest of the guests and look at the pictures from the party. There's a picture of Ana and I looking at each other as if we are must mesmerized by one another. I give Jose my business card and ask him for prints of all the pictures that include Ana. I plan on putting all the one of us staring in each other's eyes on my office desk.
Thankfully everyone makes up an excuse to leave the house and I'm left alone with Ana.
"I thought they'd never leave," I say against her mouth, right before I deepen the kiss. I pull her to me and grab her butt. She retaliates by grabbing my own ass and grinding into me.
"Where's your bedroom?" I ask. She leads me up the stairs into her childhood bedroom. As soon as the door closes, her lips are on mine. She pulls down my pants to my ankles and forces me to sit on the bed. I watch as she pulls down her panties and hike up that tiny little skirt. I wait for her to sit on my hard cock, but she stops, and I realize that I don't have on a condom. Luckily, I have one in my pocket and I quickly put it on. I touch her folds and she's wet and ready for me. I lick her hands and watch as she straddles me, burying me deep within her. She wraps her legs around me while I sit on the bed as she begins to ride my dick. I start to thrust my hips upwards as she rides me. Time is not on our side, so I increase my pace. She follows my lead and starts to ride me with fervor, all the while licking my neck and nipping on my ear. I turn her face towards me and kiss her again, wanting to taste her mouth.
As soon as I bite on her bottom lip, she loses control and comes. I feel her orgasm start to leak out of her. I thrust a few more times and find my own release. She hugs me close to her body and puts her face in the crook of my neck, letting me feel her hot breath.
"I'm glad you found me," she says against my neck.
"I don't want you to run from me ever again. I was hysterical when I woke up and you weren't there. It didn't help that I had to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with my family. Promise me you won't ever run from me again. I can't take it," I say.
"I promise. I'm sorry for leaving the way I did. Can you forgive me?" She asks with a mischievous grin as she grabs my face with her hand and peppers light kisses on my lips. How can anyone say no to that?
"Yes, I suppose I forgive you," I say, pretending to be annoyed. She claps her hands and hugs me again and we both laugh.
We go back to the kitchen where Ana prepares me a plate of the delicious dinner she cooked. I can't wait to have her back at Escala so she can cook a meal just for me. With the way she eats, I'll have to tell Gail to get three times the groceries.
"So, you just left your family to come find me?" She asks.
"Well we were together since yesterday morning," I say to her. I look at her, and grab her face forcing her to make eye contact with me. "I wanted to come and see my girl," I say to her, hoping she gets my meaning. I see her swallow, but she doesn't break eye contact.
"Your girl?"
"Yes. Since I first saw you shaking your little ass at the bar, I knew you would be mine. You were mine before I even knew your name. Tell me you feel the same way." I can feel my heart beating against my chest as I wait for her answer. She looks at me and smiles, and I know that I'm going to like her answer.
"I do," she says. "We're a couple?" She asks and laughs, covering her mouth with her hands.
"We've been a couple since that first dance," I say, and she throws her arms around me, holding on to me for dear life. She grabs my face again and peppers kisses all over my face and mouth. I sit back and enjoy it, realizing that I love when she does that.
"So, you're my boyfriend?" she asks and laughs again. I simply nod.
"The Christian Grey is my boyfriend?" she asks again. Again, I simply nod.
"Holy shit!" She yells out.
"Let's get one thing straight, Ms. Steele. I'm the one who made out in this deal. I get the most beautiful girl in the world to agree to be mine. I'm the lucky SOB in the situation, but you already agreed to be mine, so you're stuck with me." She smiles at me and lays her head on my chest.
"You're definitely the lucky one," she teases.
Just then, everyone comes back with more dessert and we spend the next hour eating and talking. I get Ray and Jose to tell me tons of stories about Ana as a little girl, and I realize that my girl is just as protective over the people she cares about as much as I am. I watch her, and Jose and it looks like they are having a conversation just with their eyes.
Ray gets up when the doorbell rings and I take that opportunity to kiss Ana. She doesn't hesitate and kisses me back in front of Jose, who just rolls his eyes at us and says I told you so to Ana. I take her hands in mine when she attempts to fix my crazy hair.
"It's untamable," I tell her.
"Ana will tame it," Jose says and his boyfriend cackles. Ana starts to laugh but stops abruptly when a woman enters the room. I take a closer look and I realize right away that this must be Ana's mother. She's the spitting image of her, right down to the small frame, blue eyes and chocolate colored hair. The temperature in the room drops and everyone freezes, not saying a word.
"Ana," the woman says, looking at Ana with the same blue eyes. I see tears starting to pool in her eyes, and I automatically feel bad for the woman. Those are the same eyes as Ana that I'm looking at, and they're in pain. I put my arm around Ana, bringing her closer to me.
"Did you know she was coming here, dad? Did you invite her?" Ana accuses Ray. All the warmth has left her body and she's rigid in my arms now. What the hell went on between this mother and daughter? Mia can't go a day without Grace, even when they are mad at each other.
"No, Annie. I wouldn't do that to you. I'm just as surprised as you are," Ray says. I'm good at reading people and I believe what he's saying. I see Ana's mother looking at her, desperate for Ana to just give her the time of day. She takes a step towards us, but Ana shuts her down.
"Stop. Do you dare take another step, mother," Ana says angrily. She buries her head in my chest to avoid looking at this woman. I hold her close, shielding her.
"Carla, now is not the time," Ray says.
"I just wanted to see you, Ana. I figured you'd be here celebrating Christmas with Ray. Please, baby. Just give me a few minutes," she says to Ana. The tears are falling down Carla's face now I don't know what happened between them, but she's here and wants to make amends. That should count for something. I think of my own birth mother and how we'll never have the opportunity to talk.
"No. Please be gone by the time I get back down stairs," Ana says as she grabs me by the hand and leads me upstairs to her bedroom.
As soon as we get inside her bedroom, Ray knocks on the door and tells Ana again that he didn't invite her. As I listen to their conversation, I have a small inkling about the rift. Carla left Ray for another man, married him, and basically abandoned Ana for the past ten years. Now she's seeking forgiveness and possibly a relationship with her daughter.
Ana starts to kick the dresser with a vengeance and starts talking to herself. I think she mentions me because I hear her say something about her new boyfriend. I smile as I pull her away from the dresser, sit her down on the bed, and take off her boots to inspect the damage. Her little feet are fine so I just massage them in an effort to calm her down.
"Talk to me, baby. Maybe I can help."
She spends the next twenty minutes telling me about Carla leaving Ray for someone named Stephen, but not only did she leave Ray, she left Ana too. My heart just breaks for my girl when she tells me that her mother abandoned her around the time when she hit puberty, and would need her mother the most. She starts to cry when she tells me she's only seen her mother about six times in the last ten years, and how she was absent for birthdays, holidays and graduations.
The first four years of my life were horrible, but I was so lucky to be adopted by the Greys. They've been there for me at every milestone, even when I didn't make it easy. They made sure I had access to a mental help professional to help me with my issues. They've been there for me through everything. I can't imagine the feelings of abandonment that my angel has endured for the past ten years. I pull her to onto my lap and hold her close.
"It seems like she wants to make amends now, baby," I say. "Maybe you should listen to your dad and hear her out."
That was the wrong thing to say, because she gets off my lap and wraps her arms around herself, effectively putting distance between us. I get up and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into my chest. She accuses me of not understanding what it's like to have a mother abandon you, and I take that opportunity to tell her about my birth mother and how I came to be adopted by the Greys.
"I don't think I can forgive her, Christian. How am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to just forget about what happened?" she whispers to me.
"Nobody is asking you to forget anything. Baby. You can never forget it, but forgiveness is not for her. It's for you. It's a way for you to find peace because right now you're in pain. Carla is controlling your emotions and forgiving her would free you of that. Think about how many decisions you've made that were based on Carla's actions. Think about it." She leans into me and tells me she'd think about it.
"She did leave you, and she has to live with that every single day for the rest of her life. She's in her own personal hell for that. She's the one who has to look in the mirror everyday and look at the face of a mother who left her twelve year old daughter. She missed out on you becoming the beautiful woman that you are, and she has to live with that. She has to answer to that. That's her punishment. Listen, your dad asked her to leave and you don't have to decide anything today. Forgiveness doesn't mean you forget or that you erase the past. It's just a way for you to move forward with your own life. Trust me. It took me years to realize that my mother was a young girl, with no family and substance abuse issues. It didn't erase the past, but I was able to look at things from her point of view. I don't know what your mother was thinking or what she was going through, but you still have the opportunity to ask her. Not everyone gets that chance. Yell at her. Tell her off. Tell her how you feel, but at least she's still here and willing to hear it from you. If after you talk you decide you still don't want her in your life, at least it will be a decision you will make after hearing what she has to say."
She finally decides that she would hear Carla out, but in the future. Definitely not today. When we get back downstairs, Carla is gone. I see Jose goes and hugs, Ana, and we all go back to eating, talking and laughing like nothing happened.
Ray offers me his guestroom and I accept. Ana slips into the room and tries to tempt me by sticking her hand in my pants, but I resist. I don't want her father to come and shoot me, but when she lays down and puts her hand on my chest, I feel such a sense of contentment, peace and completion. I grab my iPad and put on our song.
PRESENT DAY
I gently put my arm around my wife, careful not to touch her bandage.
"Remember when you tried to break up with me?" I say as I kiss her neck.
"Why must you always bring that up? If I remember correctly, that day worked out well for us both. We admitted our feelings and I moved in with you the next day. You couldn't even wait the month until my lease was up," she reminds me.
"Are you kidding? I would have moved you in that afternoon. And you're such a cheapskate that you didn't want me to pay the few hundred dollars to break your lease. But you know I was petrified when you said you wanted to end things. For a second I thought maybe you'd thought about it and decided you didn't want to be with me, but I looked in your eyes and I knew there was something else. You looked so beautiful and a bit wounded, I just had to make love to you to tell you that I loved you with my body. I had knowns for weeks that I was in love with you, but I was so scared to say the words. I thought maybe I had screwed up by not telling you I loved you before, and you were done with me."
"I felt your love. I had a weak moment. I probably would have begged you to take me back," she says as the takes me hand and kisses it.
"Like I was going to let you go in the first place," I say to her. "You've been mine since I claimed you that first night."
"You're such a chauvinist. You're lucky I let you to continue to claim me despite all the sneaky shit you did. Don't make me remind you about the lengths you went to to make me accept that car, or the bodyguard that you never bothered to tell me about." I smile at those memories. Those early days were quite interesting.
"I did do all those things," I say with a laugh. "And I don't regret a single one, and that raffle idea was genius. I'd do it all over again today in a heartbeat because it got us here. Admit it. You loved it."
"Or maybe I stayed because of the hot sex."
Yes, the sex. The most incredible, fulfilling sex. Our sex life is nothing like I could have ever imagined or hoped for. Soon after we got together, I started to dominate Ana in the bedroom. She loved it, and so did I. We never talked about it, but we both had an understanding that when we were in the bedroom, I was in charge. She lets me spank, blindfold, handcuff, flog and dictate what she does in the bedroom. I tell her when she can talk and when to look at me. She lets me punish her for breaking the rules. I think it's only fair because Ana is pretty much in charge of everything else, but I control her body, her pleasure, her orgasms and she freely let me have that control. She must have sensed early on that I needed to have that, and she gave it to me freely.
ABOUT A MONTH AFTER THEY MOVED IN TOGETHER.
I was on the most boring conference call discussing a new possible acquisition. Ros and I were supposed to fly out to Denver for this meeting, but the owner had a family emergency and we arranged a conference call instead. I was relieved because I didn't want to leave Ana alone for the two nights I would be gone.
While one of his attorneys was droning on about the contract, Ana walks into my office. I'm totally surprised by her appearance because I was not expecting her. She's wearing the white Prada overcoat that I got her, and sucking on a lollipop . It was an impulse buy. I was on a business trip and I saw it as I walked by a Neiman Marcus. The whiteness reminded me of my sweet, little girlfriend and I had to buy it for her. She loved it, but had to remind me that she didn't need gifts. We ended up making love in the closet after I spanked her for making a fuss.
Now here she was wearing it with a pair of stiletto boots. We make eye contact, but I say nothing. I just continue to watch her. She stands about 3 feet from my desk and starts to dance, a slow seductive dance right there in front of my desk. I raise my eyebrows at her and she flashes me a sexy smile. She continues to dance, swinging her hips from side to side just like she did that first night we met. She slowly opens up her coat revealing her completely nude body. My body reacts automatically and I nearly drop the pen I was holding. Now I don't hear a word of that conference call. She throws the coat on the floor, pulls the lollipop out of her mouth and circle the top with her tongue. I think this woman has come to my office to kill me. I lock eyes with her and continue to watch her every move, never saying a word, but slowly licking my lips.
Her seductive dance continues as she walks over to the couch and sits down, spreading her legs as far as they would go, revealing her beautiful, pink pussy for me to see. My dick gets even harder and my mouth is now starting to water. She tosses the lollipop on the floor and starts to play with her pussy. She sticks two fingers inside her moist flesh, pulls them out and slowly licks her fingers. First by licking her finger tips and then by sticking them in her mouth completely, and slowly pulling them out.
I take my phone and text Ros, telling her I'll need her to answer any questions during this conference. I put the phone on mute and go to my girl, who was back to playing with herself. I go and kneel in front of her, remove her hands from her pussy and take her fingers in my mouth, sucking them dry. I spread her lips and start to lick her sweet pussy from back to front, making her squirm. I become a greedy man and put my entire face in her pussy, rubbing my entire face in her flesh. I feel her fingers in my hair as I continue to taste her desire. I put extra pressure on her clit and continue to lick, suck and bite. She soon starts to shudder against me and comes in my mouth. I smile at my victory.
"I didn't give you permission to come. You know I'm the one with the control in here," I chastise her.
"Wrong," she says, challenging me. "I have the pussy, so I'm in charge." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Where has this woman been all my life?
"You have the pussy, but I own it. This pussy," I say as I put two fingers inside of her, "belongs to me. It can only be tasted and touched by me. It gets wet only for me. It comes when I tell it to come. Now you've earned yourself a punishment. Tsk, tsk, little girl." I say as I pull my fingers out of her pussy and gently slap it, making her moan and squirm. She bites her lip, taunting me even more. She knows what that damn lip biting does to me.
"How shall sir punish me?" I don't answer as I pull off my tie. She puts her hands together thinking I'm going to bind her wrists. I shake my head at her. She closes her eyes and leans into my, assuming I'm going to blind fold her.
"Open your eyes," she obeys. "That's your problem. You think you know how things are going to go. You think you run things," I say as I tie the tie around her neck, like a leash. I make sure it's not too tight, before I get up, holding the end of it.
"I'm going back to my desk. Crawl," I command as I start to walk slowly. She climbs off the couch and goes on all fours, letting me lead her back to my desk by my tie. I turn to look at her and she looks up at me. I can see the desire in her eyes, and I fall in love with her even more.
"Kneel at my feet," I tell her as I sit back on my desk. I stroke her hair and occasionally squeeze her hardened nipples, while I get back to listening to that conference call. I tell her to unbuckle my pants and take my dick out right as the call is about to end.
"You know what to do," I say right before she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. She works her magic on my cock, pulling me all the way in and out, while stroking my balls. Just like every other time she sucks me, I only last a couple of minutes before I erupt in her mouth. I watch her as she swallows. She knows the rules. Not a drop goes to waste.
"Good girl. Now go get on the couch and lay on your back. I'm not done with you yet," I say to her. I watch her ass sashay over to the couch. After a couple of minutes, the meeting ends, and I hang up without saying a word. I simply pull my pants down, not bothering to take them completely off, and lay on top of her. I kiss her deeply and slowly, going from dominant to loving boyfriend. I feel her open her legs for me, and I sink into her waiting, wet body.
I had to end it here before it got too long. There is still one more chapter left. I hope you enjoyed it. I didn't want to just rehash the same story, so I changed things up a bit. Thank you all for the taking the time to read and review. I hope everyone had a great Christmas.