CPOV
Fuck those panties were fucking awesome! I'm getting hard again, just thinking about them. I guess she got tired of me tearing her panties and destroying them. I do love to rip them off her. I hope she bought more of those crotchless panties. Fuck! I just realized, she wore crotchless panties at my parents house. She met my grandparents wearing, Crotchless. Fucking. Panties! She so unexpected. And she's all mine. Mine. She will be my wife. And I can't fucking wait! I was serious about Vegas. I'd go there now, if she agreed. I know our parents wouldn't be very happy about that but it's not about them and what they want. It's about us. And whatever Anastasia wants. What my baby wants, my baby gets.
I'm in our closet, pulling up my pajama bottoms. I grab her a pair of panties and one of my T-shirts. She should be in satin or silks, but I fucking love that she wears my shirts. Her tiny body in my shirt is such a fucking turn on. Though, I prefer her naked. Easy access. Now, I'm thinking about those, sexy as fuck, crotchless panties again. It's late, and I know Anastasia is exhausted, I better stop my wayward thoughts. Before I go out there and fuck her into oblivion.
I turn around and see another wrapped package. It's just sitting there. Did she forget about this one? I pick it up and take it with me into our bedroom, so I can open it in front of her. I wonder what it could be. Her other gifts were amazing. No way, she could top saying yes to marrying me though. Fuck! I can't fucking believe it! She will be my wife. Mine, forever.
This, so far, has been the best birthday I have ever had. I don't like celebrating my birthday, but Anastasia made it special.
The batteries and her calling me old, made me laugh a carefree laugh. The mini, solar powered Charlie Tango is so neat. The portraits of my beauty are breathtaking. The playroom fun was mind-blowing. The chocolate cake she made me, delicious. Her agreeing to marry me, life changing. The rough, crotchless panty, elevator sex was an incredible finish to my birthday. Now this? What could this be?
"What's this, baby?" I ask her as I walk back into our bedroom from the walk-in closet.
She doesn't answer me so I look at her. She standing near the bed. She looks pale. "Baby?"
"It's nothing." She tries to get it from me but I pull it from her reach. I look at her suspiciously. What is she hiding?
"What is it?" She's quiet. "It's wrapped in the same wrapping paper my other gifts where in. Is it another gift for me?" She's quiet.
"It was. But I changed my mind. I don't think you're going to like them."
"Them?" It's only one package. "There's more?"
"Just open it." She says as she sits down on the bed, crossing her legs. I sit next to her, my back leaning against the headboard.
I open it to see a photo album. I look at her. "Open it." She whispers, knotting her fingers together. She's nervous. Why?
I turn my attention back to the album. I open it. On the first page is a picture of killer heels, panties, and some rope. It's in black and white. There is also a necklace in the photo though it has a blue gem that is not black and white. What the hell is this? I look at Anastasia and she still looks nervous. I'm not sure why. And why would she put this picture in an album. I turn the next page and nearly drop the fucking book! What the fuck?! Oh fuck! I feel my dick twitch with excitement.
A picture. Not just any picture.
It's a photo of Anastasia, putting lipstick on in our bathroom, using the mirror. She's wearing blush pink lingerie. Her ass on full display for the camera. Hair falling in waves down her back, showing off it's length.
I turn the page and now she's naked in our bath tub. Hair in a messy bun. Although, I can't see anything because of the bubbles, I know she's naked.
I turn the page and she is now on our bed in white lingerie and a garter. Hair, wild, looking like she was just fucked. Oh fuck! She looks like she's getting herself off, with her hand in her panties and her other hand on the swell of her breast. And she's biting her fucking lip. She knows what that does to me.
I turn the page and she's sitting behind my desk. She's wearing one of my white dress shirts and black thigh high stockings. Her feet are crossed on my desk and she is wearing a pair of spiked killer heels. They are defiantly not, Ana's heels, but they are fucking hot! She has my shirt unbuttoned enough so I can see her cleavage. I can tell she's not wearing a bra. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing a black pair of sexitary glasses.
I turn the page and now she is on my desk. Wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black lace panties and my fucking tie! Her feet bare. She's holding her breasts so I can't see anything and her hair on either side, covering the swell of her luscious breasts.
She looks hot as fuck! I'm so hard. I can not possible get any harder.
I turn the page and HOLY FUCK! She's dressed like a fucking Domme! Sexy as fuck corset, that is missing the fabric to cover her tits. She has black Xs covering her nipples and thigh high fucking six inch high heel boots. And she's holding a fucking whip!
Fuck! I'm so uncomfortably hard.
I shift, as it's starting to hurt.
This is defiantly not my beautiful innocent girl. Red, fuck me, lips. Her eyes scream, fuck me now! I'm so fucking turned on!
I turn the last page and she is kneeled with her hands tied behind her back. Nude panties so she looks completely naked and she has no make-up on, very natural. She has her hair braided down her back and she has her head turned so I can see her face but she's not looking at the camera. That is the last picture.
I close the book slowly.
Nothing was showing. No part of her body exposed that shouldn't be, just sexy and classy photos. Beautiful.
That was so fucking hot! I open the album and look through it again.
I'm looking at these hot as fuck photos of my beautiful girl again and again. I can't get enough of them just as I can't get enough of her. I hope these are her items she's wearing. I'd love for her to wear that corset. Fuck! I admire that picture longer than the others, even though they are all incredibly sexy, this picture is so out of the ordinary for her. She did this for me. And I love it!
I'm looking through it another time... Wait just a fucking minute! Why the FUCK was she nervous to give this to me?! Surely she knows I love her body and would love the photos. So why be nervous? Who the fuck took these photos?!
JOSE?!
She's close to fucking naked in all these photos, wearing sexy as fuck lingerie and these are defiantly for my eyes only! I understand he's a just a friend. But he's also a fucking man! She's right to be nervous. I. Am. Fucking. Furious! Livid!
I look at Anastasia and she still looks fucking nervous. So she should!
"What the fuck, Anastasia?!" I roar out at her. She flinches.
"I knew you wouldn't like them. That's why I changed my mind on giving you the album." She says quietly.
"The photos are not the fucking problem, baby! Who the fuck took these pictures?!" I run my hand through my hair, I need to calm the fuck down. I count backward from 10.. 9.. 8.. 7..
"Kate." I hear her whisper. 6..5.. Wait. Kate? Kavanagh?
"Katherine. She took these pictures?" I ask to confirm.
"Yes. Kate and I took these pictures all last week during our lunch break."
I take a deep calming breath. "Fuck, baby. You had me worried Jose took them." I run my hand through my hair again.
"No. We just borrowed his camera and I deleted the pictures we took from his memory card before I returned it to him. I even printed them here in your office. I'm sorry they're not the best quality, but I didn't want to get them developed anywhere."
I kiss her head. "Good girl." And very, very smart.
I open the album again, to enjoy her sexy- Wait. Then why wouldn't she give this to me? She said she knew I wouldn't like them. Why wouldn't I?
"Why wouldn't I like these photos of you, baby? You look hot as fuck!"
"I know they're not anything like you're use to. They're too tame compared to your other photos."
Tame? Did she not see the outcome of these photos. Hold on. "My other photos?"
"I was looking for a place to hide your gift and found your other photos." What is she talking about? "Of the girls. Um. Your previous submissives?" Oh. Those photos. My little insurance policies, against exposure. I forgot they were in there. I haven't looked at them in months.
"It's not what you think. Those pictures are not for recreational use." She raises her brow, not believing. "Okay, maybe at the time they were taken they were. But not now. I honestly forgot they were in there. I haven't looked at them in months. They mean nothing to me. They are my past. You are my future."
I put the sexy photo album on my night table and reach for Ana. "I'll destroy those photos, tomorrow. I don't want them anymore."
"They're your photos, Christian. Do with them as you wish." She gets out of bed and puts my T-shirt and her panties on. "Although, I don't particularly like the idea of my future husband having those types of photos of other women." I can tell she's upset I still have them. She probably thinks they turn me on. They did. But not anymore. Anastasia is the only one for me.
"I don't want that life, anymore. I want our life, now." I tell her as she gets back into our bed, settling under the covers.
"How would you feel if I had revealing photos of other men? Not only other men, but men I've been with. Sexually. Hypothetically speaking, of course." WHAT THE FUCK! I clench my jaw.
APOV
Christian suddenly gets out of bed, startling me. He walks down the short hallway to the walk-in closet. When he comes back out he has the black box of submissive photos and he walks to the bed. What is he doing?! He reaches for me and grabs my hand, pulling me to stand up.
"Come with me, baby."
"Where are we going?"
"To destroy a part of my past. Now."
He says walking down the hall to his office. We enter his office and he lets go of my hand, walking to his shredder. He turns it on and opens the box. Taking out the photos, he shreds each one. He starts talking as he shreds them, one by one.
"These women are my past. This is going to sound harsh, but they've never meant more to me than a fuck. A way to get off." That does sound harsh. "It's only ever been you, baby. I have never made love before you. But with you, making love could be the only kind of sex we ever have and I would be satisfied. I never even had sex in my bed. I have never slept with a women before you. You bring me comfort and chase away all my bad dreams. You're my talisman, baby. I would gladly sleep next to you for the rest of my life, even if you do steal all of the covers and snore. That quiet sound you make when you're in a deep sleep and your mouth is popped open, is so fucking adorable. I've never dated. I want to date you until we are old and gray. And even then I will date you. I've never introduced a women to my family. I want to start a family with you. I will only want all that with you. Only you. It will only ever be you, Anastasia. You're it for me." He says shredding the last one.
He turns off his shredder and looks up to see the tears running down my face. I quickly wipe them as best I can. He walks over to me and holds my face between his hands, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.
"You, are my future. I wont do or let anything jeopardize that. You, mean everything to me. You, are my everything. To the world you may be just another girl, but to me, Anastasia. You are the world. My world." He kisses each of my cheeks, kissing my tears away. He then kisses my lips.
"Oh, Christian." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. How this man makes me feel.
The next morning we're laying in bed, cuddling.
I can't believe how fast this has all happened. And to think I could have ruined it. If Christian wasn't so persistent, I wouldn't be here laying in his arms, in his bed, sharing his home, wearing a huge diamond ring. I was such a total bitch to him.
How in the world, am I laying here right now?
"I'm a horrible person." I say out loud.
"You're not a horrible person."
"Not anymore. I was, though."
"What are you talking about?"
"I was so mean and rude to you when you showed interest in me. I can't believe I'm here now. With you. That my bitchiness didn't keep you from me. I was so awful."
"You were like that because of your past, baby. I don't blame you for that. I have a horrible past myself, I'm glad you don't hold that against me."
"You were very determined." I say, remembering his stalkerish pursuit.
"I was. I knew I wanted you and I when I want something bad enough, I don't take no for an answer." He kisses my head. "I have to get some work done, after we eat."
"Okay. I have to call my mother anyway." This is going to be interesting. They haven't even met yet.
APOV
"Mom, say something." My mom is stunned into silence.
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
"No. No. Nothing like that."
I know that is going to be everyone's first thought. It was at the Grey's. But it still hurts to hear. It will either be she's pregnant or she's a gold digger. Either way, people are going to talk and comment about our rushed nuptials and have their opinions. Christian and I know the truth. I wouldn't marry just because I'm pregnant, anyway. Right thing to do, or not. There's such thing as co-parenting. I love him for him, who he is as a person. Not his money and what I can get out of him. I know I shouldn't let it bother me what people think, but I can't help but feel the hurt hearing it from our family.
"Then why so soon, Ana? You've not known this man long. You're so young. You should live a little before you settle down."
"Mom, can't you just be happy for me? I love him. He loves me. We want to get married no
"Of course, I'm happy for you. I just need to get this through my mind. It's a shock, to be honest. I mean, I haven't even met him. Ray said there was something special between you two... but marriage?" I stay quiet, not wanting to repeat myself during our whole conversation. "Does Ray know?"
"Christian asked his permission to ask me. He's happy for us." He too, thinks we're moving too fast. But he's happy I'm happy.
"Oh, that's sweet and traditionally. Have you set a date yet?"
"Well... Christian would like to get married as soon as possible. So...Um... We're getting married in a month."
"A month?! Anastasia Rose! This is so rushed! A month? Seriously? You know I've had my fair share of weddings but a month is no time to plan a proper wedding, especially your first. And you say you're not pregnant?" What does she mean my first?! Christian will be my only husband! EVER! I wont be like her! "Well, I hope I'll get to meet my new son-in-law before the wedding."
"Of course, you will." I say irritated. Upset with her 'first wedding' remark.
"Well, if this is what you want to do, Ana. I will not stand in your way. You two need time together first, plenty of time for kids later."
Kids?! "Thanks, mom. I'll let you go, now. I'll call you another time." I'm too angry to talk with her any longer.
"Alright, Ana. Don't forget, I want to meet him before the wedding. And not the day before, either."
"Okay." I say frustrated.
"Love you."
"You, too, mom."
I hang up with my mother. Christian is still in his office so I go to the library.
CPOV
I'm working on a deal that will get Paul fucking Clayton out of Anastasia's life forever. She said he hasn't bothered her and she hasn't seen him since that day she went to visit him in college. I wonder, if Elliot never asked me to look into hardware stores, if he would have shown his face. Would I know who her ex was, if that night hadn't of happened? Would she of told me? I hope so. It doesn't matter, because I found out who he is either way. I don't like that he's in Portland. That's too fucking close to my baby. Mars is too close to my baby, if you ask me. I took his family's business. They have nothing. Though, he can still get a job anywhere. Seattle. That's not going to fucking happen.
I had Ros look at hardware stores in Alaska. Cold fucking Alaska. I purchased a store there and had her offer the Clayton's a job there. I'm giving them a limited amount of time to decide. The pay is defiantly not as good as it should be. And I'm offering no benefits. I'd be surprised if they took the offer. So I had to throw in a sweetener. Six months of paid rent in Alaska. They've lost their home, so that should win them over. He better fucking take this deal. It's the best he's going to get. I don't give a fuck what he does in Alaska as long as he's away from my Ana.
I hear my office door open. I look up and H-O-L-Y F-U-C-K! I swallow. Hard.
APOV
I've finished reading a book, I just couldn't put down. It left me hot and bothered, and wanting my man. I leave the library and go to our room. In the walk-in closet, I pull out the suitcase of my lingerie bags and sexy heels. I get out my most daring. Christian stared at the photo of me wearing this for a long time. It is beyond out of my comfort zone, but it made me feel unbelievably sexy and very confidante, while I was wearing it.
I take out the black corset. The one that doesn't have fabric covering the breasts. I get the X pasties, to cover my nipples. Kate took her boots back so I grab a pair of black sky-high killer heels. I know he loves me in stockings so I get a black thigh-high pair. Instead of the black panties I wore with this outfit in the photo, I grab the black butterfly, crotchless panties.
I take it all into the bathroom to change. Wearing this outfit, I wont have to take anything off before we have sex. I put everything on and look into the large bathroom mirror. I look sexy. I really like this look. I can't believe something so out of my comfort zone can make me feel like this. I quickly put on some mascara and lip gloss and grab a robe. I wouldn't want to give the security or Mrs. Jones a fright.
I walk out of our bedroom and towards Christian's office. I hope he's not too busy. Somehow I think once he sees me in this, he wont be busy for long. Still I'd hate to disturb him. I peek inside the room. He hasn't noticed me and is engrossed with his laptop, typing like crazy. I take a deep breath and remove the robe, before I open the door completely. He looks up noticing the movement and immediately stops what he's working on and stares at me, desire in his darkening eyes. I bite my lip. Now what? He usually initiates our sexual interactions, but he's quiet. What do I do? Wait for him to direct me? Or-
I slowly walk in and shut the door. It bangs, loudly, shutting behind my back, as I lean against it. The noise made me jump. I reach my hand behind my back and lock the door. Christian shuts his laptop slowly. He has, yet, to say a word. I can see he is panting already, anticipating with wonder, at what I will do next. He licks his lips, as his gaze runs up and down my body, not stopping. I can see the bulge in his pants from here, so I know he's hard. I slowly walk towards him. He shifts in his chair and moves it following me. Not wanting foreplay and just wanting him, now. I reach for his pants and undo the button, then the zipper. I pull his beautiful, hard erection free from his pants. I stoke him a few times. I look at Christian through my lashes and his eyes are completely black, showing his desire.
I want him! I stop stroking him and place my hands on his shoulders. He puts his hands on my hips. I kneel on his chair, my knees on either side of him, straddling him. We're looking into each other's eyes. He moves one of his hands to line up his dick with my sex, then puts his hand back on my hip. I look at him the whole time, as I slowly sink down onto him. My mouth opens in pleasure but no sound escapes. His head falls backward onto the chair. I start to ride him. Bouncing and grinding on him. He flexes his hips meeting me. It feels phenomenal. I will never get enough of him. I can't believe this man is my future husband.
Suddenly he stands, lifting me with him. In one swift motion he swipes all the paperwork off his desk and lays me next to his laptop. He continues to thrust into me. He reaches up and pulls off the pasties covering my nipples. He starts sucking my nipple. Hard. I moan loud, and grab his hair in my hands. My insides clench tight. I feel and here him growl in response. I can't control my orgasm that rips through me. He groans with my nipple, still in his mouth, as I scream out. Christian stands, still inside me, moving. He's clenching his jaw tight, grunting and groaning, holding off his own release. Continuing to thrust into me, letting me ride out my orgasm, prolonging it.
Once I've finished coming, he continues his sweet torture. Since he's no longer prolonging my orgasm he really starts to move. More than before. Slamming into me harder than before. Pounding into me at an intense pace. He holds my hips down so I can't meet his thrusts. I feel more, when he holds me down. It's intense. This is why I love being tied up.
He grabs my leg and puts it on his shoulder. He puts his knee on his desk, going deeper inside me. He leans down, and if possible, increases his pace. Thrusting into me over and over, faster and faster. He kisses me with so much passion. I moan into his mouth. It's so deep this way. He lifts my other leg putting it on his other shoulder and climbs all the way on his desk with me. He puts his hands, one on each of my shoulders, holding me. Continuing to fuck me. I scream and moan uncontrollably. It feels... there are no words. No words to describe this feeling.
He sits up and lifts my ass higher, and starts fucking me like crazy. Really going at it.
I'm moaning louder than I ever have. Screaming out uncontrollably. I am so loud. I can't keep quiet. Oh god! This feels...!
I feel another orgasm starting to build. He puts my legs back down on either side of him. My heels flat on his desk so my knees are bent. He pushes my thighs apart, holding them wide open, watching his dick go in and out. Christian starts playing with my clit, rubbing it faster and faster. And it doesn't take long before I come, crashing down. I come so hard, I squirt all over him. This is the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It feels beyond amazing. I scream out, louder than before. My head is tilted so far back and my back arching high off the desk. I dig my nails into Christian's forearms, clawing. Screaming.
OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, MY FUCKING...
Christian growls out, sounding animalistic. He puts his hand that he was playing with my clit with back on my thigh. Holding both my thighs down and open. He starts to pump, slowly and deeply into me, as he comes, but just before he's done coming, he pulls out and finishes on my exposed breasts. His sperm covering them.
Holy shit! That's fucking hot!
It's a lot of semen and he even came inside me. He must have super sperm! I am panting as I watch him rub my breasts with one of his hands, spreading his sperm so my breasts are completely covered with his seed. Marking me. When I look at him he is watching me. He leans down and kisses me, biting my lip.
He gets down off his desk, putting his dick back into his pants. Then reaching his clean hand out to help me. I sit up with his help, on his desk and he sits in his chair. His elbows, on the arm of his chair. He runs his finger along his bottom lip and he looks at his other hand, palm flat. The hand that he used to spread his sperm all over my breasts, then to my exposed, semen covered breasts. They are bouncing as I pant, trying to catch my breath. My arms are stretched out behind me, causing my breasts to push out further. My sexy heels, one on each side of his chair, so my sex is fully exposed. My breasts on full display, covered in his sperm.
I am surprised, as this is the first time in my life... I. AM. NOT. BLUSHING.
"You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot. I can not believe you'll be my wife." He shakes his head. "How the fuck... did I get so lucky?"
I'm the lucky one, Grey.
A/N: I got 'Alaska' from FSoG. In an email Anastasia sends Christian, she tells him she would run to Alaska.