He finally switched the main light off and turned on his heel in swift motion, taking long but graceful strides back into his home. Spacious, ridiculously ostentatious apartment which reeked of the money he had the habit to throw here and there.
It wasn't like he was enormous or your cliche and frankly overrated 6'2. He was rather mediocre, reaching to just less than half an inch of 6'0, but the distinctive grace and masculinity that he oozed was enough to make you forget about any of that above mentioned criteria. His eyes pointed in a sexy glare, when he walked, he looked like a runway model ready to strike.
He had that satisfied smirk on his face which appeared to be sinister as much as it did charming.
That was the problem.
Exactly why women fell for him too.
Often exhausted with the endless work deadlines and pent up sexual frustrations wreaked by their obviously dissatisfying partners, they were willing to take any given opportunity to drop their panties and have the ride of a lifetime.
No matter how dire the consequences, the ramifications or the evil incarnation offering the wicked promise... they did not care.
Which was a perfect occasion for a man like him.
It was not a surprise, due to which, that a girl like her worked exactly in his favour. She happened to be exactly the type he was looking for. Everything was perfect and fit into the mould and frankly it was a bit unbelievable too.
And it satisfied him to no end.
He was giddy and gleeful from joy.
Till the point where it often echoed in his mind 'Was this even true?'
He was stepping up the stairs. A subtle golden glow flowing into the otherwise dark and empty house. Modern design and furniture adorned the whole house, minimalistic and tasteful. The interior decoration was very praiseworthy.
His mind drifted to the earlier conversation held between the two of them, when she was arguing about the project he didn't agree to. His steps to the room were short, he was taking all the time he needed. Part of him wanted to be the way she was, so to punish her some more.
He had actually wanted to shout at her some more earlier that day, to shut her up. To finally comply. But she was no broken bone. She had a spine of steel and damn it was flexible!
He would have so much fun bending it to see how much it is before it finally breaks.
Instead, his eyes were flicking again and again to the blood red corset she wearing underneath her white collared shirt. His mind was way too cloudy to listen to her rants. Thankfully he was manifesting, he thought to himself, otherwise she would've been on her knees in his lap, taking his brutal spanking for running her mouth so long.
It was all his perverted mind. All.
But we couldn't blame him solely for that depraved mindset.
He had noticed past times how she would spill his hot coffee all over himself and the floor if he wouldn't pay attention to her deliberate flirting.
How she wouldn't complete the assignments on time if he wouldn't pay her mind when she wanted his attention on her.
She would bat her eyelashes and smile flirtatiously at him whenever she was 'feeling like it'.
If all of this annoyed the fuck out of her, it sure did him too.
If this wasn't defiance, he didn't know what it was. Either way, he wasn't used to it. He was strict about work and that was that.
A fucking sociopath he was. And depraved one. Only few people knew that, if. Only the one to match his energy would know that.
Though all the women he worked closely or remotely with, did that kind of pussy shit. Batting eyelashes, pouting, wearing lingerie underneath that ugly office attire, sticking out asses, stomping. It was simple. If they wanted to fuck, they should come fuck. Straight up ask for it. But no. They need to make these subtle moves, as if that would make them any more alluring than they totally weren't.
And what made her different than all of them? Well, it was pretty evident.
All of them had asses, legs and breasts. Some non existent, some fake and overdone. But no one would pull it off, the way she managed to do. And, innately. Her beauty was natural. It had an innate innocence to it, too, that contrasted with her otherwise rebellious personality. And was it detestable? No. It was strangely refreshing, in the way that the more she resisted, the more he pushed her buttons and brought her closer to him.
Knowing how much it annoys her.
She had a bratiness to her too.
When she damn well pleased, she wanted his ample attention on her.
He didn't. Simply.
So she had no one. Infuriating her to no limits.
But if she wanted to fuck, she could just ask the man to fuck her, no?
Well, if only these women had the guts to do that.
She had decided to wear that prominent red corset, out of the blue, growing tired of that usual white bra of hers that she wore every day of the week underneath her office shirt. Her stockings were in place. The usual boring charcoal skirt hugging her ass like a baby. Her lips were parted, the tip of the pencil always in that sinful mouth of hers. He found the shape and outline of her lips to be just so sexy, he was lost in his own reverie that involved using those to his own advantage. And it was quite hardcore.
It was also obvious that she reeked. Whether it was sweat due to the long working hours and growing worked up over the projects. It wasn't a surprise that the employees got rather sweaty, even after showering regularly.
While he was rolling his eyes in absurdity of thinking women being privileged of forgoing the suit jacket while working in the office, as a company's policy, he couldn't help but notice how deep her cleavage was when she popped open another two buttons of her shirt too. Hell. Her bra was visible, whatever it was. Her tits too. Looking every bit of scrumptious and delicious, a delicacy rare to afford.
Fuck.
She was sexy like that.
Very very much.
And to top it off, her attitude.
Nah.
If you're thinking I'm talking about her being any ounce of compliant or submissive here, you are sadly mistaken. And frankly, it was quite boring for Christian, had she been.
She often ran her mouth way too loud or too much for his liking, whether it be conversating with the other male employees too brazenly or generally having a laugh or two. And it angered him to no end that she was having casual conversations and giggling sessions with other employees so loudly. She was working under him. HE was the boss. He was arrogant enough to think that them other boys he employed were no match for him.
And as usual his anger knows no bounds when it comes to her so he orders her to get herself right start working right away or else he is not to blame for the job threatening decisions he has to make.
What had kept him from firing her right away when her first shortcoming had took place?
This.
This what he walked into.
What he had done to her.
A bound and gagged Anastasia Steele thrown on the floor of his second storey living room.
Ugly right?
Even he had to admit this was pretty Serial Killer-ish, masochist of him to do.
But he was excited.
Her seemingly innocent face was smeared with tears, her eyebrow strewn together. Her lips were leaking saliva and her cries were muffled. She was struggling constantly, though they had evidently died down with the passage of time.
And he walked into the big room, his boots making those crisp clipping sounds. Every bit of the king of his world that he looked and felt in that time.
Oh God... it was coming true. He thought.
Her bangs were sticking to her soft forehead, her nose pink, cheeks pink.
He squatted down on the floor and gently removed the hair away to show her face.
He did see those blues of her big beautiful eyes that he'd come to love while they had worked together, too.
And he did like that. He did like looking in them.
So maybe it wasn't depravity all in him.
'Mmmm... youuum..." she was mumbling, incoherent.
He removed the gag.
'You...' *pants* 'Asshole' *pants*
She was heaving. Her breaths were shallow, chest rising and falling.
Surprisingly, or rather sadly, she wasn't in her slutty office fuck-me attire. He had kidnapped her in the evening, when she had changed into a flimsy shirt, a boring looking cardigan and some tights.
"You kidnapped me, you jerk!'
She kicked her leg in his way because her hands were still tied.
'Yes, I did. But I'm having so much fun. Aren't you?'
'You are an abductor, asshole. How could I have fun?' She hollered.
"This is what you wanted didn't you? From all the subtle looks to all the stubborn attempts to burn my pants and fuck me alive."
"What? You are a psycho!" She was scooting back, trying to get into a corner with the help of her ass, firing baseless come backs.
He grabbed her shirt and tore it down from the middle where parted away easily, leaving her exposed and open to let the humiliation take over her. She hung her head down and it lolled to the front, her forehead almost touching his. She remained like this for a few beats, when her shame was slowly ebbing away at the sight of her breasts visible under her cardigan, her arms tight against her back. She knew he was watching her.
Why would she be the culprit here?
If the opportunity is handed to her, she damn well should use it to her advantage.
And he wanted nothing more than to bite and nip at the delicious nipples of her mounds, erected and ready to be eaten. They were begging to be sucked and she was ready to bounce until her tits shook with force.
But he waited. Gazing patiently into the hidden eyes of hers, his sexy lips parted with need, grey orbs darkening with arousal at the sight of his own handicraft.
She finally looked into his big wary eyes, taken aback slightly seeing the concern in them, when her own arousal amplified and hit back in full force that she wasn't able to control herself. She latched her mouth onto his and bit his pounting lower lip so that the burning heat inside of her could soothe a bit.
He quickly worked on the ties of her hand, before he tore of that excuse of a cardigan, which would rather look suited to an old celibate lady.
A sexy flower like Anastasia should only look in silks and lace.
He slowly brought the undiscarded tie closer between them when Ana's soft breath got caught in her throat to make sense of what Christian was trying to do.
He was tying the lace securely around her both breasts, so that they were pressed and squished together and her nipples were more pronounced and puckered and more offered to Christian himself.
She was helplessly moaning and fidgeting due to the constant pussy juice leaking out of her and was closing her eyes by the hotness of the erotic situation.
'Ahhh...' a soft unbidden gasp escaped her when he tied the bow, so the whole set of her breasts were showcased to him like a present to a little boy on Christmas eve.
Fuck!
'Baby you look so sexy like this' he murmured to her slowly, his voice so deep and husky that she immediately bit her lip in thoughts of it reverberating on her aching pussy.
'So you finally kidnapped and locked me up in your penthouse, didn't you Mr. Grey' she was peering into his smoky, sex-laced eyes coyly, while brushing through his silky hair slowly as he bit and sucked her nipples on her tits like a 1 year old.
She couldn't help but gasp and moan in pleasure. This was all she wanted after all.
Getting her nipples bitten could turn her deserted vagina into a whole gushing waterfall in a matter of split seconds.
And when it was coming from a sex god himself, PHEW!
'This was all you wanted didn't you? To torture me? Punish me? Ahhhh.'
He went on about it his way. Biting her chocolate nipples whenever she was caught off guard, enough to make her near scream, and then sucking, flicking and kissing around. Kissing her pale, creamy flesh around her breasts and neck and the soft, squished fat boobs themselves. She was helpless, oh boy. Taking his delicious doings as he did. And she was loving every bit of it. Every bit of her wicked fantasy coming true.
He released her boob with a long pop, biting the edge, seeing a shiver running through her.
'Oh no. Baby, you love it. The minute you don't, you can say to me to me and I promise I will stop. You have all the reins here.'
He looked wickedly at her and saw her eyes closed in agony. He could see her nipples had been chewed on well and she wanted some relief or soothing, but no. No. He wouldn't give that to her. Even if her mouth had been contorted in a silent cry.
Suddenly something shifted inside of her.
Like the insides of her mind melting away, mushy and liquefied.
What were those? Tears in her eyes?
Why was she getting so emotional? Embarrassed perhaps?
As the reality of the situation settled in her brain, her cheeks started to heat automatically. The seriousness and consciousness of her situation settled and spread in her face like hot molten lava, heating everything in its wake.
This Anastasia was no longer up for a fight. No. She wouldn't fight him now. Not in this situation.
She wanted everything he could give her and she wanted to serve him too.
Would this make her weak? Hell no! Rather the opposite actually.
More in control of the situation than he was.
Lust and need settled in her belly as she saw him rising on his feet slowly, his gazed fixed upon her gloriously naked self.
Her pants and panties were long removed!
Her was biting her lips, her blues fixed upon something, deep in thought. Shy and unable to react. She was unable and unwilling to move from her knees. Her whole form mimicked the look and feel of a kitten who'd been recently handed to her master. That straight brunette mane of hair was a halo around her innocent appeal.
And her breasts were still protruding. They were still securely tied.
"Tell me Anastasia. What do you want tonight. What do you want me to do to you? I might've kidnapped you and thrown you, but you can have full choice here. Do as you please tonight." His one hand was in his slacks pocket and he was patiently waiting for her answer. Demanding. Yearning.
"I... I want to..." Her voice was surprisingly tiny. He was unable to figure out why such a flirtatious brat for an employee was being so shy and confused right now. She had no reason to be especially when she was as much as needy as he was and they both knew it. But she was no ordinary employee. Rather the one he had taken a liking to.
She was gasping, looking here and there like a lost litten. Before he could lose his patience, she spoke firmly.
"I have a fantasy to be fulfilled Sir." Her silken voice travelled straight to his groin. His impossibly large greys widened in lust and curiosity. He nodded wordlessly, eyes fixated.
"I have imagined your brutal cock hanging out of your slacks several times in my mind. I want you to pull your monster out of your suit without taking it off." She bit her lip before her mouth opened as she breathed hard.
The hot blood running through her veins was very rapidly boiling to dangerous extremes. He could not have thought this of her!
What she just requested to have of him he couldn't even have thought she was such a girl. She had such dirty and graphic fantasies, an even dirty mouth to pair. Give her a cock and she would ride the life out of it. Hell. Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out of his twitching mouth.
"Such a slut." He growled, eyes narrowing.
He did not know, that it could alot of effort for her to say it. She had mentally chastised herself for vocalising her true dirty fantasies but in the end her irrevocably horny side won out, even if it made her look like she offered her cunt to people easily.
It was as her mind was FROZEN. She could not come back at him for the derogatory remark he just gave her. She willed herself to speak but she could not insult him back in the way he did, to get even. The rationality was sucked out of her.
Her seductive blues were fixed on the grey bulge forming in his slacks, while she sat patiently on her knees, willing for him to give her some relief.
All the while his mouth was contorted in a disapproving snarl that made him look more like Lucifer rather than a sweet boy his mother raised him to be whatsoever.
A devil in disguise.
His brought his thick masculine veiny hands out for her to see them, slow in his movements. He massaged his bulge before getting started on the zipper without touching the button. "Eyes on here!" He barked enough to jolt her. He had narrowed his eyes on her in disapproval. Something she didn't understand why. Frankly, that made her mad at him too. What was he thinking?
Fresh thick veiny cock was pulled by his adroit fingers as he kept pumping it up and down. Slowly. Eye porn. His breaths coming out in short pants. Jaw slacken. Eyes widened.
It was hard as steel. Thick like a goddamned tree trunk. Sinister and loathsome like a snake. And it just hanged out of the hole in his slacks.
And there she was feasting on the recreation of her fantasy infront of her eyes. Her reality. She was taken aback by the sheer size of his girth and the mere thoughts of how he used it, made her wet her pussy some more. Her eyes were big, and just on his member, mentally fantasising him.
And his cruel gaze was on her.
When he walked, it bobbed.
He stopped right infront of her beautiful deceptive eyes, too large for her face and grabbed her hair in a lightening speed.
"Ahhhh." She gasped confused.
"Lick it." He was able to say.
She then brought her tongue out to lick his cock at the side of his seemingly endless length. Licked and licked. She just licked him here and there. He was closing his eyes and opening them again in frustration. When he reached the verge of annoyance, she closed her mouth tightly of the crown of his head sucked it tightly in her mouth like popsicle on a summer day. Saliva dripping on her tits and lazily dripping down his cock.
All she was busy imagining was how she wanted herself impaled on this beautiful girth.
His muscles were overworking, bulging and flexing. Coiling and uncoiling. He was penting up with frustration and desperation. She never really took the whole thing, just repeating that licking and sucking, just spreading her saliva around.
He gripped her hair hard enough to have her break there, but she absorbed the pain and shut her eyes, her movements stopping completely.
"I'm not a slut, jerk." She said monotonously.
"Oh yeah? Tell me then how many fuckers you've opened your legs to?" His accusatory tone was low and full of threat. Malicious intent. He was angry.
"No..." She struggled as he kept on gripping her hair and tossing her around but she didn't get up from the floor.
He finally picked her whole body up to throw her legs open, bent over the desk.
She gazed behind her as he kept shifting her to his level, searching for she didn't know what.
Was he searching for treasures in her vagina? Well, he was in for a surprise then.
"Are you searching for treasures in my vagina? Stop looking in there as if you're going to find a goddamned money in there!" She snapped. Her attitude back in full force as her mind cleared.
"That's not what I'm doing!!!" He snapped back louder.
"Arghhhh" He finally grunted, defeated.
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, on the way to his bedroom.
It was the same, sexy dim-lit room, like the rest of his house. It just looked more masculine and less decorated.
He threw her on his bed.
"Perfect submissive and a perfect whore."
"You're a perfect son of a bitch." She spat.
Moving away from him, she found herself on her feet when he pounced on her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting my panties so I could leave."
He picked her up, only to throw her again on the bed. He closed the room door and returned in a lighting speed.
His first act was to push her back while he latched onto her soft supple skin. Her sucked and licked her neck while her own nipples grew into hard points. "Open my breasts." She demanded softly, her voice that he yearned to hear in moans and screams.
She wrapped her silky legs around his now naked butt, clothes shredded from his adonis-like body an eternity ago.
He gazed longingly into her eyes. This time, he was more soft.
"Has anyone else been there except for me?" His eyes were gentle and demanding the truth from her soft lips.
"No." She simply nodded her head. "There's only ever been you I've lusted after. Everyone else just fades into insignificance." She spoke slowly but surely, every work laced with sincerity. Her words cajoling her. His silence was enough of an agreement.
He found her soft lips and his thick fingers found her fleshy pussy. He was brutal with his mouth, taking as much as of her as he could, but he was really soft and teasing with her pussy. Subtle strokes, in the same manner she'd been to him.
She was gasping.
He wrapped her silky legs around his waist as he entered into his personal heaven between them.
Over and over he pushed inside her as she quaked and whimpered while her pussy was forced to take his cock as he pleased. She was on a ride.
A ride of getting her pussy fucked.
"Oooooh." She screeched when her twitching pussy finally erupted on his still hard rod. Her attempts at keeping herself silent were almost impossible when he made her feel her so fucking good. So she was panting and huffing from coming down her high.
He picked her up and set her on a chair, finally when this warm up session was over.
This was only the beginning, he thought.
"I'm going to wreck your pussy, Anastasia Steele, you vixen!" He snarled, his teeth coming in full view.
He placed her on this chair and positioned her open in such a way that her leg was propped up at the side and overall it was a very uncomfortable position for her to be in while she was taking a heavy cock. It didn't allow her to move without falling, so it was dangerous.
Her legs could get tired, or even best, she could squirt!
He was already ready behind her when he plunged into her still moist heat. He saw stars. He started to take her roughly, very roughly.
So rough that her face barely escaped the chair's handle colliding in her face. She was very screwed, bent like a pretzel.
"CHRISTIANNNN...!" She screeched, losing control.
"Call me Sir!" His predatory gaze was on her back, while her tits were bouncing so much that she thought they might come off.
"Ahhhhhh... I'm..." She barely managed to crane her neck behind to see him screwing her, while he was having a perfect clear show of his monstrous cock wrecking her bent up pussy so brutally.
"Ahhhh..." She was very tightly bent up and it was very difficult for her to keep her position still on the chair now. She was growing uncomfortable and sweaty and Christian was aware of that.
Just this one time... she was close if he kept this up.
He picked her ass off of the chair and started to piston in her so deeply that she lost control over her whole worked up body and started gushing all over him. She squirted uncontrollably, whimpering and aching. His cock and legs were drenched in her pussy juice and pee.
Her twitching and overused pussy was still clenching, her mind trying to make sense of what happened. Her cheeks heat up in this wild act of vengeance and lust, bruising what left of her pride but fulfilling her wicked desires too. She was still moaning when hot spurts of Christian's seed came on her pretty back, drenching her hair carelessly.
Christian then forcefully turned her around and lopped her arms behind her back so that her bare tits were exposed to take the rest of his hot cum on them. He wanted to mark her his. He got so goddamn horny in her proximity; naked like that he wanted to do every bad thing he could desire, to her.
"I want to fucking destroy you for any other possible human being, you naughty dirty girl." He took the tip of her cream coated nipple in his teeth and bit her hard, squeezing her boobs.
"Ummhum? Let's see if you can actually follow through your threats, Mr Grey." Her finger toyed with the crown of his cock as a knowing grin plastered on her face.