CPOV
I slept well, I always sleep well with her, granted this is only the second time we've slept together, but every time it's been peaceful. I have no night terrors with her. It's like she's my talisman, and keeps them away. There are advantages to sleeping with her; we could wake and fuck before we even get out of bed. Definitely advantages. If I wasn't late, and we didn't over sleep, I would have taken her again this morning.
I couldn't believe it; this beautiful girl was a virgin. If I hadn't of saw the evidence for myself, I wouldn't have believed it at all. I mean, she was tight, but a virgin? A Virgin?! How was someone, as beautiful as she, still a virgin? She's never been touched, apart from by me. Me! She's mine! Only mine! The thought is pleasing and my dick twitches in excitement as I recall how she looked during her orgasm.
I want more, more with Anastasia, and if more means a strictly vanilla sexual relationship, then I'm willing to try. After all, vanilla last night was beyond my expectations. I didn't think vanilla would have any appeal, however, that was the hardest I've ever come, and it was during vanilla sex!
Yes, vanilla, I'm willing to do just that for my beautiful girl, for Anastasia. Only for My Beauty.
This morning, as Taylor drove me to work, he asked if I wanted Anastasia to sign an NDA, but I told him no. I trust her. Trust. That's rare for me. There's a certain amount of trust in a BDSM relationship, but never enough to proceed without the protection of an NDA. I guess trust is rare for her as well.
I wonder if she trusts me?
I'm in my office, with the door open, waiting on Anastasia. We're going to have lunch together today.
"Are you Anastasia? " I hear Ros ask. "The Anastasia?"
I stand from my desk and walk to my open door.
Ros was on my case this morning with why I was late to the meeting, since I'm never late, and then Anastasia called. I never told Ros anything, but she heard the pet name I was using towards Anastasia and my one-sided conversation.
I lean against my door, listening to their conversation since they haven't noticed me yet. Anastasia looks sexy as hell, wearing the clothes I had Taylor arrange for her, and my dick is in agreement. This lunch might end up turning into more.
"Um." Anastasia looks confused. "Yes?"
"Oh my god!" Ros grins. "You're real."
Ros surprises Anastasia by pulling her into a hug, causing Anastasia to huff out do to the force.
"Yes, I am." Anastasia tells her. "Um... Who are you?"
"Let her go, Ros." I finally make myself known.
"Pardon me, I got a little excited." Ros finally releases Anastasia. "I just wanted to meet you, I didn't think you existed, I thought he was bullshitting me when he took a call with an Anastasia at the meeting this morning."
"Anastasia, this is Ros Bailey, my COO." I introduce them. "Rosalyn, as you can see, this is my Anastasia."
"It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Bailey." Anastasia smiles politely.
"Please, call me Ros, and it's lovely to meet you as well, Anastasia."
"Just Ana, please."
"She's a looker, Grey!" I know.
Anastasia blushes at the compliment.
"If you'll excuse us, Ros." I tell her, putting my hand on Anastasia's lower back. "We'd like to have lunch."
"Of course, I just wanted to meet the woman that put that creepy ass smile on your face."
She leaves us, walking towards her office.
"Anastasia." I escort her inside my office.
...
Curious as ever, during our lunch, Anastasia asks about my introduction to BDSM.
"You said you never had vanilla sex before. Not even your first time?"
"No, not even my first time." I admit to her. "You're my first vanilla conquest."
"Wow! You lost your virginity in a BDSM scene. That's pretty kinky. How did you go about finding BDSM?"
Should I tell her about Elena?
"One of my mother's friends. I was her Submissive and then later her Dominant. Our relationship lasted for 6 years."
"Wow! You stud!" She playfully punches my arm.
She's taking this better than I thought she would. Well, she did take me being involved with BDSM well. She's very understanding.
"Going after cougars." She continues, teasing, "Then what are you doing with a kitten like me?"
"So you're a kitten, are you?" I make my voice husky. "I bet I could make you purr."
"I'm sure you can." She giggles.
"I know I can, baby." I did last night.
"You seem pretty confident."
"I am." I wiggle my eyebrows playfully.
She shakes her head, laughing at me.
"Now I don't feel so left out."
Huh?
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if your first time was with your mother's friend in a BDSM scene. You must of been older than 18."
"Actually, I was 15."
"What?! 15?! Oh my god! Christian! You were abused? How awful!"
"It wasn't like that, I wanted it. She helped me."
"She didn't help you! She's a pedophile! She abused you!"
I knew it was too good to be true that she would understand. No one does.
"You wouldn't understand, I was a very horny and angry teenager who couldn't stand to be touched. I got into a lot of fights, kicked out of so many schools, drinking. I was out of control and headed down a very dark path. She helped me, taught me to control my anger, my grades improved, I stopped drinking, all because of her."
"There are other ways to help a troubled teen. She's sick."
"Anastasia." I say in warning tone.
"No, Christian." She defies me. "Is it not the motto of BDSM. Safe, Sane, Consensual ?"
"It is." Where is she going with this?
"What she did to you was not SAFE, it was abuse. What she did was not SANE. No sane adult would take advantage of a teenage boy like that. What she did was not CONSENSUAL. You were 15, legally you couldn't consent. Does your mother know about this?"
"Of course not! My parents don't know it started when I was 15 and they don't know of my involvement with BDSM, but they found out about our sexual relationship when I was 21, an adult. Her husband caught us and told my parents."
"She was married too?! Oh this just gets better and better. Gees, do you still have contact with her? That would be like the icing on this fucked up cake."
"Yes." I say defensive, and almost regretful. "We're friends and business partners."
"Friends and business partners?!" She screeches out. "Oh god. Please. Please, don't tell me she's the lady that just hugged me. I'd seriously need a detox."
"No." I say to her relief. "Ros and I have no sexual involvement. Business only. She's just my COO of GEH. She's happily married to her wife, Gwen. Elena gave me the start up money I needed to begin my business when my parents wouldn't, in turn, I help back her salons."
"Salons?! OH MY GOD! It's that creepy insecure salon lady?!"
What does she mean, creepy?
"What are you talking about?"
If Elena is fucking this up for me, after I warned her, I will ruin her.
"Before our date," Anastasia explains, "Kate suggested we get our hair professional done, so we went to the Esclava Salon near our apartment. This blonde lady gave me the creeps because she kept looking at me like I was her last drink of water."
"That's why she's the creepy salon lady?"
"Not just that. She totally creeped me out on another level Monday, when she stopped me outside of GEH after work, wanting to talk to me about you. Saying she can 'help me', that she knows what you like. She even said I wouldn't be enough for you. She's obviously threatened by me, afraid and insecure, thinking I can and will take you from her. She's right though. I normally wouldn't tell anyone who they can and can't be friends with, but Christian, you absolutely cannot be friends with someone who abused you! You can't be associated with a pedophile!"
"What the fuck?!" I shout outraged.
I talked to Elena Monday morning and she approaches Anastasia Monday after work?!
"I'm sorry." Anastasia begins, but I ignore her. "I didn't mean to upset you and I don't want-"
"TAYLOR!" I interrupt her, standing as I message Taylor to come to my office.
This bitch is going down! I warned her not to fuck with me that morning! I warned her!
"You don't need to call him." Anastasia stands with me, getting the wrong idea of my outburst, "I'll leave willingly."
"You're not going anywhere." I let her know, grabbing her arm and making her sit back down. She's not leaving me.
"Christian-" She starts just as Taylor walks in, but I interrupt her and speak with Taylor.
"Taylor, Ms. Lincoln approached Anastasia after I warned her not to. She's to be put on my no call/no show, proscribe list, effective immediately. Let Sawyer know she's not to get near Anastasia as well. I warned that bitch to stay away!"
"Yes, sir." He says and walks out with a hint of a smile.
I stride to my door and throw it open so I can speak with Andrea.
"Andrea, get me a meeting with my team to end my backing and business relation with Elena Lincoln and the Esclava Salons."
Without waiting for her reply, I shut my door and walk over to Anastasia.
She stands seeing me come for her.
"I warned her not to fuck this up for me! You are what I want, if I wanted a drone, I would get a sub. I want you. Only you." I let her know.
I'm lucky Anastasia is such a strong beauty.
I grab her face and kiss her hard.
"I thought you were angry with me." She admits.
"No, not with you. I'm sorry if I frightened you."
"It was kind of sexy seeing you in your CEO mode." She bites her lip.
What's this?
I raise my brow intrigued.
"Was it now?" I say in my Dom voice.
"Yes." She breaths out. "Your demanding voice got me very wet."
Fuck! I'm instantly hard.
"How wet?" I need to know these things.
"Soaking." She whispers with want.
"FUCK! Baby!"
She giggles. This is no time for giggling!
"I have to get back to work soon. My break is almost over." That's not going to work for me.
"Not before I fuck you, Ms. Steele." I demand in my Dom voice.
Her eyes widen then darken before she playfully bows her head submissively.
"Yes, Sir." She says peeking at me through her lashes.
"You want to play?" I ask gently, cocking my head with a smirk. This just keeps getting better.
"If... If you don't hurt me, I could try. I don't want to be a good girl any longer. Perhaps, we could enjoy a little kinky fuckery together."
"Kinky fuckery?" What a weird phrase.
She giggles.
"Alright, do you trust me?"
"Yes." She says without hesitation.
I immediately change my stance. Dominant.
"Strip." I demand.
This causes some slight hesitation but eventually she gets totally naked.
"Bend over my desk." I instruct her. "Hands behind your back."
I watch her walk, her fine, fine ass to my desk as I pull off my tie.
She does as she's told, and I stand behind her, restraining her hands behind her back with my tie.
"If it's too much, let me know and I'll stop."
"Like the safewords I read about?" She sounds slightly nervous and turned on at the same time. Interesting.
"No. If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll stop."
"Okay."
I bring my hand down, slapping her gorgeous ass without warning.
~SMACK~
"Ahh!" She cries out.
"Are you okay?" I ask in a strained tone. "Did that hurt?"
"I'm fine." She's panting. "It was okay."
I rub her ass. Fuck! I'm uncomfortably tight in my pants.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes, Sir."
~SMACK~
Fuck! To hear that word come out of her beautiful mouth! I could explode in my pants and I haven't even touched her pussy yet.
"Ah!" She cries out again.
"Again?" I'm panting now.
"Yes!"
~SMACK~
"Yes, what?" I demand.
"Yes, Sir!"
~SMACK~
She moans loudly when I hit the apex of her thighs.
After a few more spanks to her glorious ass, turning it a delicious shade of pink, I check to see how she's doing.
I reach around her, my fingers are only on her inner thigh and I can already feel her wetness.
"Fuck, baby. You're dripping!" I play with her clitoris.
She moans loudly, pushing back against my hand.
"Feel it, baby. Feel it for me."
She starts to quiver, and before she finds her release, I take my fingers away.
I close my eyes, moaning when I suck them clean. Fuck! She tastes incredible, just like I knew she would.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Ms. Steele." I say unbuckling my belt.
I get out a foil packet from my pocket and wrap myself before I line the head of my erection at her entrance.
After I'm positioned, I hold her hips.
"This is going to be fast and hard." I tell her, thrusting into her without warning.
Oh, fuck! She tightens around me and cries out as she comes. Fuck!
I smack her ass again for cuming so soon and without permission.
I grit my teeth and fuck her hard, riding through her orgasm, pounding into her again and again.
She's just coming down from her high, when moments later I feel her quiver once more.
Come on, baby! Again!
"Cum for me, Anastasia! Cum again!" I growl, demanding her, and she doesn't disappoint.
"Thank fuck!" I cum with her.
I collapse on top of her, panting so hard. We're both trying to calm our breathing.
Still laying on her, I grab her hair, pulling her head up.
"You're mine, all mine. Do you understand?!" I hiss.
"Oh, yes." She moans out. "Yes, Sir!"
I kiss the corner of her open mouth and run my teeth along her jaw as I pull out of her.
I stand, take off the condom, and put my dick away, before we fall into my chair.
She's sitting on my lap, hands still tied behind her back, and gloriously naked.
"Welcome to my world, baby." I kiss her head and wrap my arms around her.
My office door busts open and Elliot walks in.
Fuck! Fucking Elliot! I forgot to lock the fucking door! Well, I wasn't expecting office sex.
"Shit!"
I feel Anastasia tense and try to move her hands, but she can't. I quickly cover her sex and breasts, since her hands are tied behind her back. I can feel how wet she is, my fingers are close to sliding inside of her, and it just makes me hard again.
"Fuck, Bro!"
"Get the fuck out Elliot! Now!"
Andrea comes running in right behind Elliot. She blushes a deep shade of read and looks on with wide eyes when she sees the position we're in.
"I-I- I'm so sorry, Mmmr. Grey. I-I-I tried ssstopping him, sir." Andrea stutters. She never stutters.
Andrea doesn't look in our direction again, instead she grabs Elliot's arm and pulls him out of my office, shutting the door behind them.
"I'm naked." Anastasia giggles.
"I'm sorry about that. I guess we forgot to lock the door."
I so badly want to move my fingers inside of her and take her again, but unfortunately, we can't. Instead, I untie Anastasia.
"Get dressed." I kiss her head.
I walk to my door, locking it, so nobody else can come in while she's dressing.
Once she's dressed, I kiss her lips softly, thanking her for an amazing lunch break.
"Since it's the weekend, and you don't work tomorrow, will you stay with me tonight, perhaps the weekend?"
"I'd like that." She smiles.
I can't resist, I kiss her again before we walk out of my office, hand and hand.
Elliot does a cat call and whistles as soon as he sees us.
"Way to go, Bro!" He shouts from the chair he's sitting on.
"Elliot!" I warn him.
I walk Anastasia to the elevator and push the call button for her.
"I'll see you tonight." I tell her, putting some of her just fucked hair behind her ear.
"I just have to go home first to pack some clothes."
I lean to whisper in her ear, "You wont be needing clothes for what I have planned."
She blushes, biting her lip to fight the grin threatening to break through.
"Laters." I softly kiss her lips.
I watch as she boards the elevator and pushes the button for her floor.
What is she doing to me?
Once Anastasia is gone I turn to Andrea.
"Anastasia Steele is to have full access to me."
"Yes sir." She blushes, trying not to look at me.
I smirk at her discomfort.
Now to deal with my brother.
"So. Ana, huh?" Asks, shaking his head. "It's always the quiet ones."
"Elliot." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "What the fuck are you doing here? And why are you walking into my office unannounced?"
"Nice to see you to, bro. Maybe you should lock the door if your going to be having office sex."
I gesture for him to follow me into my office, so he can tell me what he wants.
Elliot chuckles when he sees me pick up the condom wrapper off the floor and put it in the trash.
"What can I do for you?" I ask, finally sitting behind my desk.
"Just an idea." He sits across from me. "I wanted to run something by you. I'm not in business, but I'm thinking of investing in a hardware store. It'll save me money with my construction company, and I think I found one. I wanted your advice."
"Sure."
We discuss his business venture, and I agree to invest and help him get started.
After Elliot leaves I get a text from my beautiful girl.
Kate's back from Aspen. I guess you already know since Elliot is here *cue blush*
She's going to pick me up and take me home so I can pack my bag. I'll see you later tonight, Mr. Grey. xx -A
I told you, you wont be needing any clothes. ;) x -C
*giggles* You are insatiable. xx -A
Only with you. If you insist on packing, pack some lingerie! x -C
Like I said. Insatiable! xx -A