Me and Mr. Grey…. Part 5
It's the next morning, and Brenda is just waking up. She looked to her left, and looked into his piercing gray eyes.
"Good Morning Miss Barrett."
"Morning Grey."
"Did you sleep well?"
She nodded, her eyes darting over at him, and then away.
He noticed that she was acting stranger, than normal. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't act fine."
She sighed. "I've just never slept with...someone, I've only known three days. I feel like a slut."
He laughed. "I guess I'm one too. And there is a first time for everything. Stop with the time obsession." *knock at the door* He got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and came out wearing one of the hotel robes. He looked over at her. "That's our food, I'll be back."
She didn't say anything, her eyes just followed him. A couple of minutes later he pushed the cart in.
"I didn't know what you wanted, so I guessed."
He ordered her a veggie omelet, coffee, juice, and fruit. He ordered the same for himself. She reached over, and grabbed her tank, sliding it back on. She got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. She emptied her bladder, and brushed her teeth.
He downed his juice, and watched as she walked back over to her side of the bed. He thought she looked so incredibly sexy. Her tank barely covered anything, and she had the nicest a**. He felt his body stiffening.
Brenda ate some of her omelet. She really only wanted coffee. But she decided she needed to eat something. She felt his eyes on her. "I guess the morning after, is always awkward."
"Not for me. But forget about that. I want you to come and stay at my place. This is a nice hotel, but I think you'd be more comfortable in my home"
"No. I barely know you."
"After last night, you know me a little bit better."
She rolled her eyes.
He sipped on his coffee. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Roll your eyes."
"You don't tell me what to do."
He looked down at her food. "Finish eating."
"I've had enough."
"Eat Brenda."
"No Christian." Brenda looked at the time. "Don't you have to go to work?"
"Yes."
"What time are you going?"
"You want me to leave?"
"Yes. You're getting on my nerves."
"I'll leave when I finish."
She looked down at his plate. "You look done to me."
"Not that."
"What?"
He started placing the plates, back on the cart. He removed his robe, as she looked on. She was sitting Indian Style in the bed, with a sheet covering her exposed half. He moved closer, and kissed her hard. "I'm going to f*ck you before I leave."
He kissed her again softer this time. He reached down and removed the sheet from her legs. His fingers find her triangle. She moaned, as she felt one enter. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. "Come stay with me."
She moaned again, as he continued to play with her love. She fell back on the bed, and moved her hips to his rhythm. He moved his finger in and out, at a frantic pace. He took his thumb and teased her button, while his finger was deep inside her warmth. She threw her head back and arched her back, as she climaxed. He leaned down and flicked his tongue slowly against her. While licking her, he managed to remove his boxers. He reached up under the pillow, and grabbed a gold packet. His mouth left her, as he tore it open. He found her again, as he slid it on. He moved to his knees, pulling her legs up. His hands found the back of her knees, pushing them back. He positioned himself, and disappeared into her. She let out the deepest of moans. He picked up speed, and Brenda felt his testicles, beating up against her derriere. He was relentless, pushing his love deep into her. His pace never wavered as his hips started moving in a circle, causing her love to grip him tightly. He groaned as he felt and heard her cumming. Seconds later he joined her.
He pulled her feet to his lips, and started kissing them. She looked up at him, still trying to catch her breath. He released her feet, and disconnected their bodies. He jumped off the bed, and went into the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush, then the water. Minutes later he came back out. He started getting dressed. He reached over and grabbed his phone, turning it on. It seemed like he had a hundred messages. It wouldn't stop beeping. He left briefly, and returned wearing his pants and shoes. He stood at the bottom of the bed, glaring at her. "I want you to come stay at my place."
Brenda pulled the sheet over her. "You want?"
He walked around the bed, and sat down. He pulled her up, to a sitting position. Her hair falling free, from the bun she put it in, the night before. Probably because of the friction, from last night, and this morning. He ran his hand up the back of her neck, and pulled her forward…kissing her. "Please."
She smiled. "I'll think about it."
"What's to think about? You'll be comfortable there. You can have your own room if you'd like."
"That's not it. This is crazy Christian, we barely know each other."
"So, if you come and stay with me, you can get to know me better. And I can get to know every inch of you."
She grinned. 'I'll think about it."
"Well, I have to go. I have to go home and shower, and I have a couple of meetings. What are you doing today?"
"I'm going to workout, because I haven't since I left LA."
"I have to do a better job, you should be too sore to walk."
Brenda burst into laughter. "Ok, Christian Starr."
He laughed. "I'll call you." He kissed her and then left.
She watched him leave, and collapsed onto the pillow. "Oh my God!" She was actually too tired to workout, she'd do it later. She pulled the comforter up, and went back to sleep….
Brenda slept for another three hours, it would have been longer if she hadn't heard her cell phone ringing. She grabbed, and looked down at the number, it was Diana. She answered. "Hello."
She heard Diana yelling through the phone. "Are you still in bed?!"
"No." She lied.
"What are you doing?"
Brenda sighed. "Ok, I'm lying. Yes, I am still in the bed."
"Hangover?"
"Yes, my head was still spinning this morning." Brenda didn't want to tell her Christian had been there. She didn't feel like fielding questions.
"So, what are we getting into today?"
"I thought you had to work?"
"I did, I went in early, and now I'm done. I only booked one client. I want spend more time with you. So, what are we doing today?"
"I need to workout, I haven't since I left LA. Why don't you come over, we can use the hotel gym."
"No, we can go to mine. I'll come and pick you up. I'll give you a half an hour."
"Ok, I'll meet you in the lobby."
"Cool, bye."
Brenda pulled herself out of bed, and headed to the shower. She couldn't go to the gym smelling like sex, and Christian...
Brenda was in the lobby waiting on Diana, when she noticed the guy at the desk looking at her. He was trying to pretend like he wasn't, and he was extremely busy. She decided to go up, and say hi. She walked over.
"Hello."
"Hello, Miss Barrett."
"Call me Brenda." She looked at his name tag, it said Emmanuel. "I like your name."
He smiled. "Thanks."
"I just wanted to come over and say hi. I've seen you everyday since Saturday, and we have never spoken before. How long have you been working here?"
"For about a year. I'm in school, and this job works around my schedule."
"What are you studying?"
"Chemical engineering."
"Wow, sounds hard."
He smiled, and she can tell he was relaxing. "What do you do?"
"Model...sometimes."
"I didn't know that, but I thought you should."
She smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment." She looked up and saw Diana pull up. She looked over at Emmanuel. "See you later."
"Bye Brenda."
She grinned and left...
She jumped in the car, and headed to the gym.
Brenda and Diana are both on the elliptical.
Diana looked over at Brenda. "David and I are going to dinner tonight."
"Who is David?"
"My high school sweetheart."
"Oh, what is his friend's name? Because I don't know that either."
"Josh, Brenda. You don't remember?"
"No. I was a little tipsy. But he was fun and a real gentlemen, I remember that much."
"Well, he thinks you are really nice too. He is coming to dinner too, and I didn't want him to be the odd man out, so I said I would bring you."
"Diana!"
"What? Do you have something else planned?"
"No." And she didn't.
"Well, come on! Just a couple of hours. Please!"
Brenda sighed. "Ok, ok. I'll go. You better be glad he's nice."
"I said we'd meet them at six."
"That's fine."
Diana's face lit up. "We could go shopping again."
"I'm all shopped out."
"You can never be all shopped out."
Brenda laughed. "You're right. I think a new pair of shoes, would make me feel better, and you can buy them."
Diana smiled. "Deal."
Their machines beep, and the head over to the weights...
Brenda and Diana have spent most of the day together. Brenda returned to the hotel around three. She looked at the desk, but Emmanuel was not there. There was a red haired female. She smiled at her, and she smiled back, and Brenda headed to the elevators...
Brenda plopped down on the sofa. She was so tired. She stretched out on the sofa. As soon as she closed her eyes, her cell phone rung. She looked at the number, it was Christian.
She answered. "Hello."
"You sound tired."
"I am. I've been hanging out with Diana. We worked out, then went shopping."
"Are you coming to stay with me?"
"I don't think it's a good idea. I like my privacy."
"You can have it at my place, it's huge."
"I know."
"Well, what's the problem?"
"I hardly know you, and you hardly know me.
"Brenda, stop with the excuses. You know me well enough, to let me see you naked."
(I guess he has a point.) "Maybe I can try a night."
"Tonight."
"Ok."
"I'll pick you up, and we can have dinner at my place."
"Well, I already have plans for dinner. I have dinner plans with Diana and her new boy friend, and his friend."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, I don't want to leave her hanging."
"You should have. In fact, you need to call her, and tell her you can't come."
"I'm not going to do that."
"Why? Would you like to see me?"
"I promised my friend. And I'm not going to back out."
"Do you know anything about this guy, you're meeting."
Brenda sarcastically replied. "Yes, daddy."
"What do you know about him?"
"I met him last night...at the bar."
"Really?"
"Yes really, he was the perfect gentlemen. He drove me home, because I drunk a little too much."
"You didn't tell me this last night."
"You didn't ask either."
"What restaurant?"
"I don't know."
"Find out."
Brenda shook her head. "Stop with the commands. I don't work for you. And I'm not going to tell you. I'll drive, and come over to your place afterwards."
Christian's office phone beeped. "Don't hang up Brenda." He answered. "Yes."
Brenda heard, what she assumed was his secretary's voice. "Mr. Lithim to see you."
"Ok, I'll be with him in a moment." He released the button, and turned his attention back to Brenda. "Ok, Brenda, I'll call you later."
"Ok...bye." She disconnected the call. "This could never go passed a fling. He is much too controlling." She closed her eyes. But she had to admit, she didn't mind him controlling things in the bedroom, he was a machine. She grinned to herself. "I'm a bad….bad girl."
Brenda relaxed for another thirty minutes, before getting up, and getting ready for dinner. She called Diana to see where they were going. Should she dress up or down? She found out, that it was going to be casual. Brenda was happy about that. She pulled out a pair of jeans, and a corset top. The top was white, and Brenda absolutely loved, what it did for her bosom. She packed an overnight bag, because after the dinner, she would be heading over to Christian's.
She took a shower, and got dressed. Her hair had gotten so long. She decided to just flat iron it straight, with a part in the middle. She called Diana to get directions.
"You won't be needing them?"
"Well, how am I going to find the place?"
"You'll find it."
"Stop talking in riddles Diana!"
"Josh is in the lobby waiting on you."
"I have to drive my own car, I'm...I just have to drive my own car."
"He can bring you back. The restaurant is not that far."
Brenda sighed. "Ok, see you soon." They both hang up. Brenda looked down at her overnight bag. "I can't take it now, he'll think it's for him. Damn it Diana! Damn it all to hell! I planned on crying tonight, well at least trying. I'll just have to come and get it later."
She grabbed her cross body Gucci purse, and headed out of the door.
When Brenda got down to the lobby, there Josh stood. He had blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. Josh was an attractive guy. He wasn't on Christian's level, but who was. Brenda He had a nice built too. He looked like he played football.
He smiled when he saw her. "Hello Brenda."
"Hi Josh."
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Shall we?"
"Lead the way."
His car was parked out front. It was a White Cadillac Escalade. He opened the door for her, and he helped her in.
They made small talk on the way. It turns out, that he was a football player. He played for the Atlanta Hawks, but Seattle was where he lived during the off season. It is where he grew up. He was thirty two, and he'd never been married. He also didn't have any children.
They pulled up to Hooters. Brenda laughed.
He looked over at her. "You don't like Hooters?"
"Of course, I just wasn't expecting this. I am pleasantly surprised."
He grinned. They parked the vehicle, and he got out, and opened her door for her. They walked in and the place was crowded. They spotted Diana and David, who already had a table. Diana looked Brenda over.
"You look hot, they just might try and hire you."
Brenda laughed and sat down...
It was late when Josh dropped Brenda off. He wanted to walk her to her room, but she told him it wasn't necessary. He watched as she entered the hotel, she turned and waived, walking over to the elevator. She pulled out her cell phone, and looked at the time. It was a little after eleven. They elevator opened and she got on.
After making it into her room, Brenda kicked off her shoes. At the moment her cell phone rung. She pulled it out of her back pocket. It was Christian. "Hello."
"Where are you?"
"Back at the hotel."
"So, you don't keep your word?"
"Yes, but it's late, I figured you'd be sleep."
"I'm not."
"I'm on the way."
"Good. And I'll send you the codes."
"Ok." She disconnected the call. She slipped her shoes back on, grabbed the overnight bag, and headed out the door...
Brenda pulled up in the parking lot, exited the car, and headed to the elevators.
After entering two sets of codes, Brenda was taken up to his apt. He was waiting as she exited the elevator. His eyes quickly look her over. He walked over and took her bag.
"You wore that?"
"Yep. You like?"
He ignored her. "Did you drive to dinner?"
"No, Josh picked me up."
"Did he try to kiss you?"
"No. Any more questions daddy?"
He shook his head. And started walking, she followed him.
They were heading to his room, she remembered the way, from the tour. They walked into his room, and he placed her bag in a chair.
She looked him over. "How old are you?"
"Twenty seven, problem?"
She shook her head. "No, but you're young. I was actually scared to ask."
He chuckled. "Why?"
"I don't know. Because you look younger." Brenda kicked off her shoes. She then started unhooking the claps on her corset. He walked over and removed hand, and started doing it. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, letting her know, he wanted her. He removed her top, and started massaging her breasts, and lightly playing with the tips. Whatever he was doing was driving her crazy. It was the faintest of touches. His lips left her mouth, and found her breasts, flicking his tongue across each one. His hands moved down to her jeans, unbuttoning them, slipping a hand inside. He felt her slickness on his fingers, as he pushed one into her. Her head rested against his chest, as he fingered her. Her moans grew louder, as he started to play with her button too. He increased his speed, as he felt her on the brink.
"Cum all over my fingers." And cum she did.
She was out of breath as he slid her jeans down her legs, removing her panties at the same time. He trailed kisses up her body, and up to her mouth. She reached down and slid his lounge pants down his legs, breaking the kiss, moving down with them. She started kissing his legs, as he rubbed her head. She started stroking him, and he started instinctively pumping his hips. He closed his eyes, as her hands moved up and down him. And then he felt her lips on him. He groaned. She ran her tongue down his length, and then took him fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, as she continued to bob her head up and down his stiffness, while her hand massaged his jewels. "Oh, Brenda." Her mouth left him, and she pulled each one into her mouth. "Damn it, Brenda." He pulled her up, he had to because he wasn't ready to cum, and if she kept doing what she was doing, he was going to cum in her mouth.
He kissed her lips hard. "I want you now. Lay on that bed face down, and a** up."
She winked. "Yes, Sir."
Brenda walked over to his huge bed. It looked bigger than a king. It had satin sheets, and it felt good against her naked body. She heard him stirring behind her, and the fumbling of paper. And then he was in her. He caught her off guard, and she moaned loudly. His strokes were long and quick. He grabbed a hold of her hips, and pulled her back, meeting his strokes. He growled. And smacked her on the a**, thrusting harder.
Brenda encouraged him. "Oh Christian, just like that."
He smacked her on the other cheek, causing her to moan louder. He reached around, and started playing with her button. Brenda grabbed the sheet, as she felt her self going over the edge. He sped up, driving himself into her, until she yelled his name. He drove into her one more time, then released himself.
He slowly pulled out. "Don't move."
"I don't think I can."
He got off the bed, and seconds later she heard the toilet. She heard him return. He slid up under her, positioning his head up under her love. He then started sweeping his tongue back and forth. Brenda moaned again. "Christian...it's too...sensitive."
"I know." And he continued his tongue lashing. She sat up, and her knees on either side of his head. He grabbed her derriere, and coaxed her to grind her hips. She really couldn't help herself, because his mouth felt so good, so she started to move against his face. She felt his tongue enter her, and she knew she was about to cum again. He just kept up an intense rhythm until she moaned louder, and shook. She moved off of him, and rested her head on the first pillow she saw. He reached over and grabbed her foot, and kissed it hard. She smiled a weak smile.
He moved to the pillow next to her. "Does your a** hurt?"
"No, why? Were you going to kiss it?"
"If you want me too?"
She grinned. "No, it's fine. You like rough sex?"
"Yes."
"I can tell."
"Don't you?"
"I don't mind it."
"What do you prefer?"
"I like a little bit of everything. But nothing beats making love." She stretched.
"I assuming you've been in love?"
"Hasn't everybody?" She looked at him and smiled. "Excluding you."
"With who?"
"Three people. Two I almost married."
"What happened?"
"Ready for this, I got left at the altar, and twice. One was a mob boss, and someone threaten to kill me. And the other one, saw me kiss the mob boss and said no." She shifted. "See we are all a little screwed up."
"Are you still in love with them?"
She shook her head. "Of course not. That was years ago."
"And the third?"
"Third?"
"Guy you were in love with."
"Oh, he was a actor. We dated for almost five years. He was the last guy I loved."
"What happened?"
"He wanted to get married, I didn't."
"Good."
She smiled. "Good?"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't be here."
"Yeah, like you'd be hard up."
"I wouldn't be hard up, but I would have never met you. Aren't you happy you met me?"
She smiled. "Yes I am." She pulled her legs up, and got up under the covers. "Good night Grey."
"Good. Night Miss Barrett."
She closed her eyes, and drifted off. He didn't go to sleep, he studied the planes of her face. Christian was not the type of guy, who dated a woman based on looks alone. He worked around pretty women all day. But this one he never got tired of looking at, and he loved f*cking her. She felt as if she was made for him. He felt himself rising again. He reached over, grabbed a condom, tore it open, and slid it on. He moved over her, moving her legs apart with his. He kissed her lips, her eyes open, and he was in her...again...