Chapter 3
Ana POV
When I get home I take a nice hot shower and I just can't get over how intense everything was with Christian. We had earth shattering sex in the back of his SUV. I will never forget the look in his eyes; his beautiful eyes that shine so bright were dark and stormy filled with such desire. I keep remembering the feel of his soft lips crashing onto mine with his strong hands and lips all over my body. Every touch making me feel on fire, I had told myself that he is obviously a Dom and I need to stay away from him but I can't I'm so drawn to him. After I've got a taste of the pleasure he can provide there is no going back. I'm craving my next fix already.
I have a high tolerance for pain so I think I can handle most of what he wants to do. The part that upsets me about the lifestyle is that the Dom thinks because he is given sexual submission that he gets to control every other aspect of his sub's life, well I never agree to that part. I have trouble sleeping but for once it's not because of the nightmares. It is because I can't stop thinking about Christian Grey and all of his greatness. I get out my vibrator and use it while replaying this evening in my head.
The following day I have a hard time concentrating on anything. The whole day drags on and on. Finally when it gets closer to time I get ready choosing to wear a white lace tank top with a short black skirt with black stilettos. I style my hair down in wavy curls. I'm a lot lighter on my make-up just putting a little mascara and lip gloss. About 5 till 6pm there is a knock at the door.
I open it and it is Taylor, "Good Evening Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey requested I pick you up."
"Hi Taylor, thank you for picking me up." He nods politely. I ask, "How are you doing?"
As he opens my door, Good Ms. Steele. How about yourself ma'am?" He asks.
He gets into the driver's seat and we take off to Christian's. I laugh, "I'm good, please call me Ana…. None of this Ms. Steele or Ma'am stuff.. It makes me sound old and so formal."
He half smiles, "Noted. However, Mr. Grey won't like that so in his presence I will address you as Ms. Steele."
I smile, "Of course, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with the boss man now."
He lets out a low chuckle, he actually laughs I'm shocked. He is definitely Ex Military, he reminds me so much of Ray. When we get to Escala Taylor escorts me up to the penthouse and disappears to his headquarters.
Christian looks edible in jeans and a tight white t-shirt, his messy hair with the face and body of an Adonis. He should be on the cover of a GQ magazine. When he sees me his eyes darken and I know that I chose the right outfit for this conversation he wants to have. When we reach each other he grabs me softly pushing me into the nearest wall. Kissing me fiercely like it will be our last kiss, my hands are in his locks and his hands are roaming to my breast.
He finally pulls away catching his breath while I catch mine. "I apologize Miss Steele. I have been waiting for what seems like forever to kiss you again."
"No need to apologize except for calling me Ms. Steele. I thoroughly enjoyed everything else. Your place is very nice." I smile.
"Thank you." He glares at my outfit, "Do you always dress like this?"
"Do you like it?" I ask cheekily.
"Yes, I do very much. Too much… But I don't like everyone else getting to see what is mine, and that outfit is very revealing." He states.
"I don't usually dress like this Christian, I did it for you. But let's be clear, I'm an adult who decides what I wear." I reply annoyed with his comment.
"Let's take this conversation to the dinner table, everything is ready." He guides me into the dining room. We both take our seat and the tension is off the charts.
He digs into his spaghetti and meatballs. I take a few bites and drink my water. The silence is killer I keep hoping he will say something. I push my plate aside, "I'm not that hungry."
He stares into me with his darkened eyes, not with lust. It looks like anger. "Anastasia, you will eat."
"Yes Christian I will, whenever I am hungry. Can we just have the conversation you wanted to have please? "
"I have an issue with wasted food. Eat and then we will discuss it." He states with authority.
"Fine Christian, if that will make you happy I will eat." I say not realizing that I rolled my eyes.
"That's it! I warned you last night Anastasia what would happen if you rolled yours eyes at me again." He growls putting his fork down.
I'm strangely turned on by his threat to punish me but still a little scared, what if he hurts me like Ben did.
Looking down I say in a whisper, "You said you would take me over your knee."
He pats his leg inviting me over to his lap, "Come here, I've been waiting to turn the color of your perfect skin bright pink."'
I hesitate nervously, I'm turned on but still nervous. He looks at me blankly, "I'm not a patient man Anastasia."
I walk over to him and he swiftly places me onto his lap giving him access to spank me. I feel his erection through his jeans digging into me and it arouses me even more. He puts his leg around mine encasing me, I feel the cool air hit my bottom as he lifts up my skirt and pulls down my panties. He groans, "mmm I can see you are wet already." He sticks a finger inside my wet core and I hear him suck his finger. "You taste so sweet." He firmly rubs both of my butt cheeks, squeezing them.
"You have many infractions today Anastasia, I'm going to spank you twice for each of them. First one is that little skirt you are wearing, second is not eating, third is talking back to me on issues 1 and 2, and fourth is rolling your eyes at me after already being warned. Your safe word when you are close to reaching your limit is yellow; your safe word when you have reached your limit is red… Do you understand?"
"Yes." I say out of breath.
"Yes what?" He asks spanking my butt hard.
"Yes Sir." I take a guess at what he might like.
"Good Girl, I want you to count them out Ana." He sounds pleased so that must be it.
The first hit comes down and it stings a little "One", the next one comes shortly after a bit harder "Two", I whimper out of breath. In between hits he squeezes my cheeks firmly. My juices are sliding down my leg, I'm so turned on. They are getting harder with every blow but it feels so good. It is a delicious burn that makes my core want him so bad. I feel him bend down and start licking the wetness dripping down my leg. The last hit comes down and is the hardest. I cry out, "8".
He quickly moves our dishes out of the way and lays me flat on the table lying on my stomach where I'm perfectly at the edge so he can take me from behind. I hear him taking off his jeans and he enters me raw without a condom. He growls, "You drive me so fucking crazy." as he pounds into me hard. I moan in pleasure "Ohhh Christian."
He pulls out and I wince.
"What did you say?" He growls.
"I'm sorry Sir, please don't stop." I plead and he shows mercy on me by plunging back inside me.
"That's right, You… Are… Mine… Anastasia…"
I cry out almost reaching my orgasm, "Yes Sir, I am yours."
"You will not cum until I tell you, do you understand me?" He growls while plowing into me harder and harder.
"Yes Sir." I whimper trying to make sure I don't explode.
"Good Girl, cum for me now!" He demands.
Just like that my orgasm rips through me knowing to obey her master. As I'm finishing he pours his load into me groaning, "Fuck!"
This experience was like no other, it is so animalistic when we are together.
We both get cleaned up, I giggle, "Would you like me to heat up our dinner, Sir?"
"Ana, you only have to call me Sir in scene. Yes that would be nice, thank you."
"You're welcome Christian." I say still in the afterglow of what just happened.
After eating Christian gets out some manila folder and takes out some documents, "First I need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. I can't have the press finding out the details of my personal life."
"Fine, I would never talk about things with the press or anyone. The only one that knows I'm into BDSM is Kate so I hope you don't mind that I talk to her. She would never tell anyone." I ask.
"No one Ana, if you need someone to talk to you can talk to me or I can arrange for you to talk to one of my previous subs if you would like?" He states like he just said the most normal fucking thing in the world.
"Are you being serious right now? You want to talk to my Ex-Dom for him to give you pointers on what I like?" I hiss without even realizing what I'm saying.
He glares at me, "Don't you ever bring him up like that again. Be careful Anastasia or after this conversation we are going to head into my playroom for a punishment."
"You can only punish me if I let you Christian and right now I'm too pissed to let you near me. You bring up your subs like I want to hear about them or talk to them; it is only fair you get a taste of your own medicine." I say through tears.
"I didn't mean to upset you Ana, please don't cry." he looks sincere.
"Fine, I'm sorry about what I said." I apologize then sign his document.
He sighs, "You can talk to Kate just be careful about it." He says playing with my hair.
"Next we have the contract." He states handing it to me. I read over it real quick and it makes me sick to my stomach, I've heard of the hardcore people in this lifestyle having arrangements in writing but with Ben it was all verbal and felt more like a relationship and not a business deal.
First thing I notice is the contract is for 3 months, "So in 3 months you are done with me?" I whisper feeling the urge to cry.
"No, it is just to start out to see if we are a good fit together. Then we will talk about extending it to make it longer."
I frown, "What is the point of the contract? I'm sure we can get out of it at anytime."
"I get that but it is the way I do it, I like to have records of everything agreed upon in print." He states.
"I don't want the clothes. I can buy my own clothes."
"Why must you argue about petty things, I have lots of money and want to spend it on you." He states looking smug.
"It would make me feel cheap, like a whore." I spit out.
He laughs, "That is ridiculous. You are not; I like to take care of what is mine. Plus I might require you to go somewhere you would need to dress accordingly."
"In that case then you can get me something for that evening. Other than that, no thank you."
He growls, "Fine, you are very challenging."
"Food is a deal breaker, no one can tell me what and when to eat. Or how much." I state.
"I only want you to be healthy and nourished, ready for the things I have planned for us." He pleads.
"And you will have to trust that I will do a good job of that."
He grabs the contract out of my hands and rips it up, "Fuck the contract."
Not too many reviews yet, kind of wondering if I should just scratch this a come up with a new idea... If i do continue what do you think will happen next? Or what do you want to happen next?