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Sins of the Father

Chapter 9

The Candlestick Love Maker

Ana's POV

"A very influential man is coming here tomorrow and forgive the cliché but all hell might be breaking loose. So, I am going to make damn sure all of our T's are crossed and our I's are dotted before we lose both our jobs. As a matter of fact, I think I should be in on this little meeting tomorrow."

"No, Sasha, come on."

"I'll see you tomorrow." She hugs me goodbye and heads for the foyer. "I'll see myself out, Giles."

She says waving him away and like me he stands looking at her as she goes.

Resisting the urge to run after hurricane Sasha, I shake my head at a still standing Giles to let her go and storm off to check on Christian.

"I can walk off in a huff too," I say to myself, stomping up the stairs and into his room. He and Nora are at his desk. She is helping him to write something. "What are you guys up to?"

"Making Mommy a letter," he says with a smile. Shit. That reminds me that I need to find out what arrangements have been made for Leila. Of course, her son would want to know that. Maybe even visit her grave if there isn't going to be a funeral service. I don't know if anyone is going to claim her, let alone pay to bury her.

Nora takes note of my worried expression.

"I hope I didn't overstep in encouraging him," she says.

"Not at all," I tell her. "I think it's a wonderful idea." I lean over and see what he's writing on the thick piece of construction paper. I read the words: I miss you mommy in yellow crayon, next to what looks like a stick figure drawing of she and him in a field of flowers. They are holding hands like they are running through the tall green lines that are meant to be grass.

It is all being done with care. I am impressed with how neat it all is for his age. The image makes me smile. I hope it's a memory he has and not just something his mind created of her.

"She would love it," I tell him and he smiles up at me with pride in himself. "I'm going to be in the other room. You and Nora have fun with your movie and I'll see you in the morning."

"Kay," he says, still looking up at me with bright eyes and big smile. I can't help but lean down and kiss his little forehead.

"If you get scared tonight, come and get me," I tell him and he nods his head, getting back to work on his letter. I secretly cross my fingers that he doesn't get scared tonight.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Miss Steele," Nora tells me, pretty much guaranteeing that he will and I smile knowingly at her.

"Don't each too much popcorn," I tell him.

The devilish giggle that came out with his "kay" lets me know he has zero intention of not eating too much popcorn. Nora has figured out his plan too because she laughs.

Leaving them to their project, I go down the hall to Hunter's room to get ready for his surprise. Thankfully, he is still in his office working, so I have enough time to set everything up.

I take a quick shower, using the sugar 'n cinnamon scented body wash and the flavored lotion he loves so much, before taking out the panties and top I brought a few days ago.

The set is aptly labeled Southern Belle due to it looking like something Scarlet O'Hara would wear to tempt Rhett Butler.

I slip on the lacey baby girl pink thong panties and sheer matching top that bunches tight at the waist in a Little Bow Peep bow. The look is completed by adding fishnet thigh high stockings that ruffle pink at the top. They give just the right amount of slutty innocents I'm going for tonight. I powder myself with sugar 'n cinnamon flavored body dust.

Taking a look around, pleased at the dimed room that is now only illuminated by candles, I hold a specially made red one in my hand when I hear Hunt's footfalls on the marble floor.

I run to the bed, sliding most of the way on my stockings. My ass bounces twice off the bed as I rush to get in a sexy pose, but I just want to crack up laughing at my less than stellar execution. I calm down enough to at least try to pull off the seduction as he opens the door.

The soft light catches him off guard and he as to adjust his eyes to look around the room.

"Holy-," I hear the word from under his breath as his eyes land on me in the center of the bed. I'm leaning back on my elbows, still holding the candlestick in the palm of my hand, rolling its wick between my fingers.

"Are you ready for your surprise," I ask him. He opens his mouth to speak, but it's all he can do to get a word out. None forms, so he nods his answer instead.

I take the finger that was playing with the wick and crook it twice, beaconing him closer. Like a man in hypnotized, his feet carry him forward, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"My God, you are…stunning," he breathes out the last word after slowly eye fucking every inch of me.

"I am all yours," I tell him.

His deep growl when he picks up the scent of cinnamon sends shock waves through me. I know the one I want to play with has finally showed up for the game. I eagerly wait for his instruction. He doesn't disappoint.

"Take your pretty little panties off," he says. "I want to see what I'm eating."

Oh, yes. yes. yes.

I just want to yank the damn things off at his words, but I know that won't do.

Bending my knees, I spread them apart, lifting my ass high off the bed. I reach beneath me and pull my panties. The string of the thong coming out from between my ass cheeks. I slowly slide them down my legs.

Hunter's eyes follow them as they go. I dangle them over the edge of the bed and let them fall to the floor.

With my legs still spread open for him, even in the dim light I can see the aroused amusement on his face as he sees his other surprise: a landing strip of hair.

"Did you leave that sexy little strip for me," he asks of my wax job.

"Yes," I giggle a little at the thought of him needing a landing strip to show him where to go. He grabs my hips and yanks me down to the edge of the bed. I'm thrown back off my elbows and I lose the candlestick when my arms drag above my head.

"Mmmm," he says, bending to run his nose down the strip of fine hair that leads him to my clit. "I like this. I like seeing my cum in your hairy pussy."

I nearly jump out of my skin as he presses a kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it ever so softly. He means to torture me tonight. That much is clear.

"Hunter," I moan his name.

We haven't even started yet and already I'm treading much too close to my orgasm.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

"Yes. Please don't stop."

"I have no intentions of ever stopping," he says, licking and sucking my clit. His nose tickling the landing strip. I grab his head, fisting his hair in my hands. I lift my hips, grinding into him as he laps me up, flicking my nub before sucking on it again.

I try to hold on, to stave off my release, but I don't have that much self-control.

Stilling myself, I breath through the waves of orgasm that are violently assaulting me. The contracting of my leg muscles and my arousal dribbling out of me are the only signs of me cumming.

Hunter groans in satisfaction as he laps me clean.

I squirm underneath him as the final wave recedes, leaving my clit exposed and sensitive to his tongue. I take my hands out of his hair and push his head back. I try to slid up the bed away from him before he can lick me again. He laughs at me, grabbing hold of my waist, pulling me back down to the edge.

"I'm not through with you yet," he says, kissing my inner thigh. I can feel the softness of his lips through the holes of my stockings before they are replaced by the sharpness of his teeth nipping me.

"Don't I get a turn," I ask, finally calming down. He allows me to slide up the bed.

"What do you have in mind," he says, crawling up with me.

I pat his side of the bed and he shifts on his back next to me. I get on top of him as he toes off his shoes. I unbutton his shirt, kissing my way down to the last one before he sits up to slide it off.

It's my turn to growl as I run my hands along the curves and ripples of his arms, up along his chest. I push him back down on the bed to take off his pants. I carelessly tug his belt loose before undoing his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing me room to slide them, along with his boxer briefs, off. They are thrown somewhere in the far corner of the room.

"I want to make you cum," I say, settling between his legs and taking his dick in my mouth. I suck the tip, cleaning it of its pre-cum and swallowing the semi-salty cream. He pulls my hair back from me so that he may watch with an unobstructed view. He gets off on watching me suck him off almost as much as feeling me doing it.

"Mmm," is his only response as I slide my lips down his shaft, my heading bobbing as he holds my hair for me. I pop him out to jack him off with my hand. It slides over him easily now that he is wet with a mixture of his pre-cum and my spit. I grin up at him as I pump my hand hard and fast the way he likes it. "God, Sweetheart, I love the way you do that." He lifts off the bed when I lick my tongue out and flick the sensitive vein that is now bulged out under his shaft. "Sssss," he hisses as I dip my head down to suck on his balls.

He calls my name and I pop his nuts out of my mouth, opening wide, waiting for him to shoot his cum inside. He calls my name again as his load cums out in spurts, hitting the roof of my mouth. I quickly take him in, capturing it all and swallowing him down along with his thick cum. I don't stop swallowing until he is balls deep in my mouth.

His head is now thrown back and his hips are pumping into me as I suck the orgasm out of him. He collapses on the bed completely spent. His dick falls to his side flaccid as I lick him one last time.

"How was that," I ask him, sucking his sperm off my fingers like it was the best damn thing I ever tasted.

"Shit," he says, gasping for air. "Bloody…shit." I giggle. I don't think bloody shit is quite the right phrase he was looking for. "I think I just got the better end of that surprise."

I reach over him and grab the candlestick that lay discarded on my side of the bed.

"Make it up to me," I tell him, holding up the candle.

I catch the lust filled flicker of his blue eyes in the light right before he shifts his weight, laying me down on the bed underneath him. Slowly he pulls at the bows on my top, loosening it just enough to drag it up over my tits, exposing them. I arch into his mouth as it latches on to a nipple

"Mmm, you taste so good," he says, licking and sucking the powder off me as he makes his way to the other nipple. He leaves a wet trail, licking up my neck, taking my top off and tossing it. Straddling me, he reaches for the decanter of tiny ice cubes I had set up earlier.

The chill from them being placed on different parts of my body makes me shiver. I watch as he uses the flame from one of the mini candles on the night stand to light wick of the candlestick. A drop of the red wax hits the shiny dresser top with a splatter.

He moves the candle over me holding it upright over my stomach, then slowly titling it. I gasp when the hot wax spatters on my skin, heating it up. It runs into the tiny ice cube, melting it, sending a pool of cooled red wax and water in my belly button.

The hot and cold on my skin is indescribable. It makes my senses go haywire.

He repeats the ritual again, this time dropping the warm wax on my chest, letting it melt the ice cube, sending the liquid over my hardened nipple before doing the same to its twin all while tweaking the one he just left, making it swollen and soar.

"Hunter," I moan out his name, unable to take anymore. I want desperately for him to fuck me and I tell him so.

"Not yet," he says of my request, before taking one last ice cube in his hands and placing it on the top of my landing strip.

My eyes dart up to the candle and before I can say a word, it drips on to my skin running into the ice cube and melting it.

I watch with my mouth agape as the red mess goes traveling down to my clit.

"Oh God," I moan at the feel of the glob of warm red now covering it.

Hunter's thumb rubs the wax all over my clit, making small circles. The way its encased in the redness of the wax as he works my clit over and over again fascinates me.

I want to watch, but him winding me up into a tight knot is making it difficult to focus on anything else but my impending orgasm.

All on their own, my eyes drift close when I feel the coil that is my clit finally release its pressure. It all but takes me over and I collapse with a thud on the bed, calling for Hunter as I cum so hard I feel it all the way down to my tippy toes, making them curl up.

I press myself into his hand, fucking it. His thumb doesn't stop until I'm done.

He puts the candle in the canter of ice before cleaning me up with the edge of the sheet. I try to come down from the high he has me on.

"Now, sweetheart," he says. "I need to fuck you."

"Yes," I tell him. I'm not sure how much good I'll be at this point, but I'm still in the game. With my eyes still closed, I feel him slide into me.

He always does this part slowly, never in haste. There is nothing he likes more about our fucking than sliding into me, so he doesn't want to rush it. It's like he is memorizing the feel of me, savoring it, making it last. I don't think he knows just how insanely hot that makes me for him.

He moans when his balls hit my ass. I constrict around him. My pussy is trying to get used to the large foreign object that has invaded it.

"Ana," he says my name in warning. He lost his load the first time I gripped him like this.

"I can't help it," I mewl at him.

"Mmmm," he says, then pulls out of me, only to slam into me this time. It was meant to ward me off, but damn it felt good.

"Shit," he moans out as I grip him even tighter now as he fucks me. I grab on to his shoulders, pulling him down on top of me. I shudder at the change in position. It allows him to go much deeper.

"Hunter," I call out grabbing on to his ass feeling the muscles tighten in my hands.

He brings my legs up to my chest and pounds into me hard three good times before flipping us over so that I am on top.

I quickly straddle him and fall down on top of him, burying him into my pussy.

His hands are at my hips setting the pace and controlling how I grind into him.

"Don't stop. Keep moving," he grunts out to me, moving his hands up my body, raking his fingertips down my back.

"Hunter," I moan. My orgasm is building fast.

"You are so damn hot, so sexy. I love watching you ride me like this," he says, bringing his hands around to smear the red slushy wax all over my skin, kneading my breast in his hands.

"Hunter, ohhh, God."

"Yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Squeeze my dick. I want to feel you cum." He plays with me, goading the orgasm right out of me. "Are you cumming for me?"

"YES."

"Shit, Ana," he moans as I cum, making him cum along with me.

I collapse on his chest, the slush of wax feeling squishy between us, but we pay it no mind as he warps his arms around me.

"I really needed that," I manage to mumble before falling into a deep sleep.

...

I awake with the alarm and quickly turn it off before it wakes Hunter up. I disengage from his arms, careful not to disturb him, cursing myself for falling asleep and wondering if Christian came in at some point during the night before I notice that our door is locked. I breathe a sigh of relief that he wasn't able to wander in here.

The last thing he needs is to be traumatized with Hunt and I lying naked, wrapped around each other.

Disaster averted, I pad my way to the bathroom to relieve myself, looking down at the red wax covering my skin as I pee.

Last night it was sexy, but now I look like a damn murder victim. I scrap most of it off, but I can't help but smile as I relish in the memory of last night. My body still humming in the afterglow of it.

It has been a few weeks since we fucked using candle play, or since we've done any type of fucking for that matter. It's been purely lovemaking. But that speech he gave me about not being able to fuck me the way he wants the last time we were in my kitchen inspired me to do something more.

The last candle was used on Hunt with the promise that he would get to play with me next time.

When we first started to become serious, I hinted to him about my sexual urges. I have always liked things a little kinky and I wasn't sure how he would take the idea. He didn't bat an eyelash, thank God.

I soon came to realize that me being so free in bed with him really turns him on. I also came to realize that he is a talker in bed and that really turns me on. I was used to getting fucked hard. But never have I felt cherished in bed, so thoroughly made love to and worshipped.

It gave me the confidence to explore more of my own sexuality. That's how the whole candle thing got started. Who knew I would like this type of stuff so much?

I reenter the bedroom.

Hunter is still sprawled out on his back, but there is now a very large tent under the sheet from his morning wood. I am so tempted to make good use of it, but I dare not chance my luck. If there is one thing I know about young kids, it's that they rarely sleep in late. I also know Hunter is awake. I can feel his eyes on me. His arms are bent back behind his head as he watches me move about his room like its part mine. The contented sigh I hear coming from him lets me know he is in the same sexual afterglow I'm in.

I know he likes to see me comfortable here. He purposely puts away some of the things I bring over when I spend a few days. I find myself doing the same thing to him when he stays over at my place. I have a drawer filled with his shirts that I sleep in when he's not with me.

I riffle through his underwear drawer until I find what I am looking for and slip on the white T-shirt. It only covers mid-thigh but it's enough to go and peek in on Christian.

I creep out of Hunter's room and down the hall. I smile when I see him fast asleep in his bed. The little blue car he got from his happy meal is clutched in his hand. I gently take it out and place it on his bedside table so he will easily find it before covering him up and leaving him to sleep.

"Miss Steele," Nora says, meeting me in the hallway. "Good morning. I was just going to go in and check on him."

"Good morning, Nora. I appreciate you looking after him last night."

"He was no trouble at all," she says. I nod my head, realizing that I am standing in front of her in nothing but a T-shirt. Her boss's T-shirt at that, and still wearing the damn fishnet stockings. I try not to appear awkward but I am failing. "I'll go and get breakfast started." She gives me a reprieve. "Is pancakes okay with you this morning?"

"Perfect, Nora, thank you," I say over my shoulder, rushing back to the room. Hunter is sitting on my side of the bed looking at my phone. "What's wrong?"

"Apparently Christian just landed," he says, handing me the phone so I can see the text message. "He's asking when you can meet."

"Hunt-"

"We need to talk about what's going to happen in this meeting, Ana. Because I plan on being there."

Our afterglow of great sex has just taken a nosedive thanks to the notoriously perfect timing of Christian Grey. I swear its like he knows and he is doing it on purpose. Will I ever stop wanting to kill that man?

Author's Note:

I had to divide this chapter in half. It just didn't feel right to me combining Hunter and Christian in one chapter. One would have surely taken away from the other.

Also, I am still getting questions about an A and C HEA. Truthfully, that is still up in the air. I won't know until the words come out of my fingers. I wish I could give you all a guarantee but that's not how I write. Boxing in an HEA would take the fun out of it for me.

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