Me and Mr. Grey…..Part 6
Brenda woke up and found Christian gone. She stretched, and looked around the large room. She sat up, holding the sheet up against her naked body. She looked out of the large window, it was raining. She fell back onto the pillow. She could sleep all day, but she needed to workout. She was trying to play catch up, since she only managed to workout once, since leaving LA. Christian had a gym, Brenda remembered seeing it when they were touring, and that's why she brought her work out clothes with her. She pulled herself out of bed, and headed to the bathroom, to go and freshen up. She threw on a sports bra, some sweats, slid on her tennis shoes, put her hair in a ponytail, and set out to find the gym...
It took her awhile, but she finally found it. She got on the treadmill, pressed the incline button, and start walking. After awhile she was running full speed. She had been on the treadmill for about thirty minutes, when she saw Christian enter.
"I've been looking for you."
"Here...I...am."
"How long do you have?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Christian sat down, and started going through his blackberry. He took a couple of calls, while she finished up.
He was actually on a call, when she got off the treadmill. She walked over, grabbed some weights, and started doing squats. She did about two hundred. She then completed some light arm work, and then did some weighted sit ups. She wrapped it up, by doing ten minutes of stretching. Christian was still on the phone, when she finished. She didn't bother him, she just left….
She walked into his room, and headed straight into the bathroom. She stripped and got into the shower. The shower had a huge glass door. She saw him enter. He sat down on the tub, and continued talking, while watching her shower. She watched him too.
Christian was younger than her, but he was smart, and extremely confident. She found that attractive.
After finishing her shower, she got out, and started drying off her body. She was about to rub lotion all over, but Christian came over, and took the bottle out of her hands. He squirted some in his hands, and started rubbing it all over her legs, while still talking business. After he finished rubbing it over her entire body, he handed the bottle back to her. She smiled, leaned over, and kissed him. She opened her bag, pulled out a pair of underwear, and slid them on. She didn't feel like drying her hair, so she piled it on top of her head. She pulled on another sports bra, a tank, and some wide legged sweat pants. Christian must have needed something from his office, because he rushed out of the bathroom.
Brenda was a little hungry, so she made her way to the kitchen. She was surprised, when she saw an attractive middle aged woman, sitting at the counter. She stood up when she saw Brenda. She must be the house keeper.
Brenda smiled. "Good morning."
She smiled. "Morning Miss Barrett. What would you like to eat?"
"Call me Brenda, please. And I'll eat whatever you have."
"I have many things."
"Whatever Ch-, Mr. Grey had."
She nodded.
Brenda looked on as she made her an omelet. She gave her a cup of coffee, and juice, along with some fruit. Brenda thanked her and she left. Brenda ate, cleaned, and washed everything she had used. She hated treating help, like help. She always cleaned up after herself, she's been doing it since she lived with the Quartermaines.
After finishing, she set out to find Christian. He was in his office. He was still on the phone, but now he was looking at the screen on his laptop. She walked over, grabbed a pen, and a piece of paper. She wrote him a note, and slid it to him. (Are you going to work?)
He replied. (Working from home. Don't leave, make yourself at home.)
She nodded, then left. The one thing she hadn't seen was a TV. He didn't have one in his room. Then she remembered he had a TV room. It took her awhile to find it, but she finally did. She flipped threw the channels. She settled on a Friend's marathon. She curled up on the couch, and watched a couple of episodes, then Christian walked in and sat down beside her.
"What are you watching?"
A stunned Brenda looked over at him. "You've never seen Friend's?"
"No, I don't really watch TV."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, since you don't have one in your room."
"It just isn't my thing."
"How many people live here?"
"Just two others. Miss Jones and Taylor. They live on the other side. You met Miss Jones?"
"Yes, she cooked me breakfast."
"I told her you were here, so she waited for you."
Brenda turned her attention back to the TV. She was watching the one, where Ross and Rachel finally get together. She teared up, when he returned to the door, and Rachael opened it.
Christian looked at the TV, then over at her. "I take it you like this."
"Yes, I always cry on that part. It is so romantic."
"You like romance?"
"Of course."
He pulled her feet onto his lap. "Candy and flowers?'
"No, I'm not a flowers and candy kind of girl."
"What kind of girl are you?"
She grinned. "To you? Easy."
He laughed.
"Christian, don't you want to know how old I am?"
"No, it doesn't matter to me."
"If you're wondering I'm...old enough."
He smiled. "I'm having dinner with my family tonight, I want you to come."
Brenda eyes widen. "You want me, to have dinner with your parents?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because, I'm going and you're here, so you can come too."
"No, I will go back to the hotel, or I could stay here, until you come back."
"Brenda, I want you to come with me."
"I understand that, but I decline. Have you ever took a girl to your parent's house?"
"No."
Brenda threw her hand up. "Now, I'm definitely not going! Your parents are going to think we are serious. Any parent would."
"They don't get in my affairs, they won't say anything out of line to you."
Brenda shook her head. "You can kiss me or my vagina, anytime you want. But I am not having dinner with your parents. That's going against everything we are. We don't even hold each other after sex."
"Would you like me to?"
"No, that's not the point. The point is, you haven't known me a week, why on earth would you think I'd want to meet your parents? I hardly know you."
"And you have already met my parents. And what would you like to know?"
"We sat at the same table, at a charity function. It's not the same thing as going to their house. You cannot compare the two."
"Whatever, I still want you to come. And what would you like to know?"
Brenda sat up. "Ok, I'll play this game. What do you do for fun?"
"I play the piano, fly, and work."
"You think work is fun?"
"How do you think I became successful. I love what I do."
"What do you fly?"
"Helicopters. I could take you anytime you want. Have you ever been flying?"
"Not in a helicopter, but a plane. My ex fiancé took me. He even let me fly a little."
Christian didn't want to talk about her ex, so he changed the subject. "Anything else?"
"What do like to eat?"
"As long as it's healthy, I don't care."
"Red or white wine."
"Doesn't matter, as long as it taste good."
She smiled. "Top or bottom."
"Top. I like control."
"Don't think I don't know it. Will I ever get to touch you?"
"No."
"Even with my lips?"
"I don't know."
She nodded. "What would you like to know about me?"
"What do you like to do?"
"I'm a girl's girl, and I love to hang out with my girl friends. I love working out. I like reading cheesy romance novels, it takes me back to my youth, when I believed in happily ever after. I actually enjoy watching TV. Old movies are my favs. And I love giving back."
"Have you ever been tied up?"
Brenda smiled. "No."
"Would you be open to it?"
"It depends on the person, who's doing the tying."
"What if it were me?"
"I don't know. Do you want to tie me up?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you'd like it."
Brenda laughed, but he didn't. The smiled left her face.
"Brenda, I need to talk to you about something."
"What?"
"I have to get you to sign something first."
"Sign what?"
"A NDA"
"A non disclosure agreement?"
"Yes, how do you know what that is?"
"My ex was...is a top business executive. And my last boyfriend is a huge movie star overseas, so it came with the territory. But why would I need to sign that?"
"I just would like to be able to talk to you about anything, and I wouldn't want you to repeat any of it."
"You haven't killed anybody have you?"
"No."
"Anything illegal?"
"No."
She shrugged. "Ok."
"You'll sign it?"
"Yes, I don't blame you. I have been saying it all along, we hardly know each other, and you are a wealthy and powerful man. You have to protect yourself. I get it. My feelings aren't hurt."
"Ok." He left briefly then returned, carrying some papers. "You can look it over."
"I plan on it." He handed her the papers, and she quietly read them. After reading them, she signed her name. She handed them to him, and He left briefly.
Christian walked into the TV room.
"So, what do you have to talk to me about?"
"I don't want to tell you now. I would prefer to talk to you, after we get back from my parents' house."
"I'm not going."
"Yes, you are."
"Am I not the ruler of me?"
"Yes, but I want you to go."
"Why Christian?"
"I just do, and if my parents get the wrong idea, that's their own fault. And Brenda it is just dinner. You are here, and I want you to come along. That is all."
She sighed. "Christian, if you had done it before, I would go, but you haven't. Unless you are lying?"
"Brenda, I've never lied to you, or anyone. I'm honest if nothing else."
She looked into his eyes. "Ok."
He smiled. "Good girl."
"Should I hump your leg now?"
"If you want."
She grinned. At that moment his cell phone rung. He looked down at it.
"I need to take this in my office. I'll be back." He got up and left.
Brenda turned her attention back to the TV. She yawned. She was so tired. She really hadn't relaxed since she got to Seattle. She could hear the rain beating up against the building. Her eyes started getting heavy, and minutes later she was asleep...
Brenda woke up and the found the TV off. She stretched. It felt like she had been sleeping forever. She got up, and walked out of the TV room, and headed to Christian's room. She went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, and set off to find Christian. She headed to his office. There he sat, looking over some papers. He didn't see her at first, but then he looked up and smiled.
"You finally decided to make an appearance? You've been sleeping all day."
She walked over to the desk. "What time is it?"
"A little after three."
Brenda's eyes widen. "I guess I was tired." She threw one leg over him, and straddled him. She leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. "What time is this dinner with your parents?"
"Six."
She pulled away. "I need to go back to my hotel room, I don't have anything to wear."
"Your clothes are in my closet."
"What?"
"I sent Taylor to get them. You're pretty neat, so he didn't have to do much."
Brenda was the type of person, who never really unpacked, and if she used something she just put it back in her suitcase, after she finished. "All my clothes?"
"All your clothes. He couldn't check you out, so we'll have to do that tonight on the way in, or tomorrow."
"You should have asked me."
"You were asleep."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked tired. Are you angry?"
"Honestly no. I am more comfortable here."
"As I knew you would be. When are you leaving Seattle?"
"Friday morning."
"Stay till Sunday. My private jet can take you back."
She could stay through the weekend so she agreed. She struggled to get off him.
Christian was confused. "Where are you going?"
"I have to find something to wear."
"We could go shopping."
"That won't be necessary, I brought and bought plenty to wear."
Christian had to admit, she did have a lot of luggage. "Why did you bring all of those clothes?"
"Because I'm a girl."
Brenda was on the way out, when Christian stopped her. "There are sandwiches in the fridge. Go eat."
"Still giving commands. I'm not hungry, I'll eat at your parents."
"Brenda, you haven't eaten since this morning, you need to eat."
"Maybe I need to, but I'm not going to." She hurried out of the door, before he could respond...
Brenda was sitting on the floor, in Christian's massive closet, looking through her clothes, when he walked in.
"Should I dress up or down?"
"Up, I think they are having other people over."
"Ok." She didn't want to wear black. It was summertime, and she wanted to wear something with a little more color. She decided on a pale yellow dress. It was short, with pleats, and a skinny patent leather belt sat at the waist. It had no sleeves, and the top of the dress was fully covered. It looked so lady like. She pulled out her nude heels, and pearl accessories.
Brenda was so busy looking through her clothes, she forgot Christian was there with her. He was sitting in a chair looking down at her.
"You wear glasses?"
Brenda had forgotten she put them on. "Yes."
"You are so damn sexy. So sexy, I want to f*ck you in this closet with them on."
Brenda looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "I would love for you to that, but we have to get ready. It's four thirty, and I need to shower again."
"We can kill two birds with one stone."
He stood up, and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He broke the kiss, and removed her glasses. "Too bad you can't shower with these on." He sat them on, one of his shelves in the closet. And in one swift move, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. And headed to his bathroom.
She giggled as he placed her down on her feet. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. Brenda started removing her clothes, and she watched as he struggled out of his. He grabbed her and kissed her again, but softer this time. He made his way down to her neck, then chest. All of a sudden he took one into his mouth, and sucked on it hard, while flicking his tongue across. Brenda moaned at the combination of pain and pleasure, it was mind blowing. His hands slid down her body, until it found her slit.
His lips left her breasts, and moved back up to her lips. He tugged on her lip, then started sucking on it. She felt his finger slide into her. He mumbled into her lips. "You're so wet. I need you now."
He left her briefly, reached down, and pulled a gold packet out of his pants. He ripped it open, and he was about to put it on, when Brenda took it, and squatted down. She pulled him into her mouth, teasing him with her tongue. She took the condom, and put it in her mouth, rolling it down onto him. He pulled her back up, kissing her hard. He lifted her up, and sat her on the counter. And with their lips stills attached, and one thrust of his hips, her love was wrapped around his. Brenda let out a loud cry. He pressed his body against hers, as his hips continued to grind into her. He reached down, and started rubbing her, as he felt her muscles tighten around him. She yelled his name, as she came. He reached down, and put his hands up under her derriere, and increased his speed...groaning, as he got his release.
Christian sighed. He leaned over and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and they kissed each other passionately. He pulled out of her, and helped her down.
"Who knew vanilla sex could be this good?"
Brenda looked confused. "Vanilla sex?"
"Just a term, that means straight sex." He kissed her hand, and lead her to the shower.
They soaped up, as they continued their talk.
"If you call this vanilla sex, what kind of sex do you normally have?"
"I don't want to talk about that, not right now. Later, ok." He kissed her nose, and they continued to shower...
Brenda wondered what Christian meant, when he said, who knew vanilla sex could be so good? What kind of sex did he have? She was in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her hair. She loosely curled it, and wore it half up and half down. She put on her makeup which was subtle. She wore a nude lip and nude eye makeup. She decided on pearl stud earrings, with a chunky pearl bracelet. She walked out the bathroom, and straight into the closet where her dress was hanging. Christian was already dressed and ready, he was on the phone as usual. She slid on her shoes, and took off her robe. She then stepped into her dress, she reached around to zip it up, but felt a hand on hers. Christian slid the zipper up.
Christian looked her over. Her legs looked so good in that dress. It was a nice balance of sweet on the top, and sexy at the bottom. He didn't say a word, he just stared at her.
She was busy transferring things, out of one purse into another. "Ok, I...am...almost." She closed her purse. "Done!"
"You look beautiful."
She smiled, and caressed his cheek. "And you look handsome."
Christian thought she looked more than beautiful. He didn't want to go to his parents, he wanted to bend her over, lift the hem of that dress, and f*ck the sh*t out of her.
They walked towards the door, and headed down to an awaiting car. Brenda had never seen this car. It was a huge black Mercedes. Taylor was driving. Brenda said hello, and he nodded, as usual.
Brenda started thinking out loud. "I can't believe, I am going to his parents' house, I barely know him."
Christian looked over at her. "Brenda, I can hear you."
"I don't care. I'm mad at you, because you shouldn't have talked me into this."
"I am not your employer, I can't make you do anything remember?"
"Yes, I remember." She smiled and looked into eyes, reached over and touched his face. "I just couldn't say no, because you are so damn hot."
She reached into her purse, and pulled out a mirror.
"Brenda you look fine, better than fine. If heaven had a face, it would look just like you."
Brenda looked over at him, and patted his hand. "Christian you don't have to say things like that, I'm a sure bet."
"I know I didn't have to, it's just the truth."
"Well thank you."
He grinned. "You're welcome..."
They eventually pull up to this huge house, and the landscape surrounding it was breathtaking.
Christian looked over at her. "Are you nervous?"
"Hell and yes. I should not even be here."
"Too late, you're here now." He got out, and walked around the car.
Brenda looked at Taylor through the rearview mirror. "I hardly know him, and he wants me to have dinner with his family. Odd, isn't it? Pray for me, I'm going to need it. Just nod if you will."
She heard him respond. "Good Luck Miss Barrett."
She smiled. "Thank you Taylor."
The door opened, and she stepped out...
Christian grabbed her hand, on the way up to the door. Brenda pulled away. "Why would you pick this moment, to hold my hand?"
Christian was about to respond, when the door opened.
Brenda saw a very pretty girl brunette standing in front of them. She had on a really pretty fuchsia colored dressed. "Hello big brother." She looked over at Brenda, and back at Christian. "You brought a date?! I think it's about to snow."
Christian glared at her, as if to say, shut up. "Mia this is Brenda. Brenda this is my sister, Mia."
Brenda smiled. "Hi, nice to meet you. You're really pretty."
Mia smiled. "And you are gorgeous."
"Thanks."
"And I love your dress!"
"I feel the same way about yours."
Mia grinned. "Thank You."
Christian and Brenda make their way inside. There were already people inside. It looked to be about fifteen in total. They turn when they see Christian.
A pretty middle aged woman walked up to them, Brenda knew it was his mom, she remembered her from the charity event.
"Hello, welcome to our home."
"Thank you Mrs. Grey."
"Call me Grace."
"Only if you call me Brenda."
"I remember you, from the charity event. It's hard to forget a face like yours."
Christian's father walked up. "Hello Christian, and you brought a friend." He recognized her too. "The charity event, I remember you. Miss Barrett?"
"Yes sir, and please call me Brenda."
He smiled. "Brenda it is."
They make small talk, and then they excused themselves.
Christian looked down at her. "See, that wasn't so bad."
"Not to you." Brenda lowered her voice. "I feel like everybody is looking at me."
"They are because you are gorgeous. Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, just bring the bottle."
He smiled and touched her nose, which did not go unnoticed by his family. Their eyes were glued to them. Christian left her briefly to grab a couple of glasses of wine.
He returned, and handed her one. She thanked him, and sipped on it.
"What time are we eating?"
"You're not hungry are you?"
"It's all this nervous energy. I need some food in my stomach."
At that moment, a blonde guy walked in, with a cute Red head. He was louder than everyone else. Not obnoxious, just a little livelier. He was very attractive. Not on Christian's level, but again who was. He looked directly at them, released his date's hand, and rushed over.
"Broooother." He looked at Brenda, then Christian, then back at Brenda.
She smiled. Hell he was literally gawking at her. "Hi, I'm Brenda."
"Hello, I'm Elliot. Did you come here...with him?"
Brenda nodded. "I think….We rode in the same car."
He looked at Christian, smiling from ear to ear. "I can't believe you actually brought a date. And not just a date." He looked back over at Brenda.
Christian glared at him. His siblings were different from him, Brenda could see that already. But he was close to them, she could tell that too.
The red head walked up, and Elliot kissed her on top of her head. "Brenda, this is Clara."
Clara smiled. "Hello."
Brenda returned the smile. "Hi."
At that moment a middle aged blonde walked over. She was really pretty, and dressed impeccably.
"Hello, Christian."
"Elena, how are you?"
"Great. I just had to come over and meet your beautiful date."
Brenda smiled. "Oh thank you. I'm Brenda."
Elena extended a hand. "I'm Elena."
Brenda shook it. "Nice to meet you."
Grace came out, and announced that dinner was ready...
They all took their seats. Brenda was sandwiched between, Christian and Mia. Everyone was talking and making small talk. There had to be several different conversations going on at once. It was really a relaxing atmosphere, until Elena asked how Brenda and Christian met. Then the table got quiet.
Brenda heard herself answering. "In a beauty salon."
Elena seemed really shocked by that answer. She looked at Christian.
"Yes, it was one of ours."
At that moment, Brenda remembered Christian mentioning Elena's name.
Elena continued. "How long ago was that?"
Christian answered. "Awhile ago."
Grace chimed in. "Before or after the charity event?"
Christian looked over at his mother, who was seated at the head of the table. "Before."
Mia interrupted the borage of questions. She looked at Brenda, her eyes wide. "Now, I know where I've seen you! I've seen you in magazines."
Brenda nodded. "Yes, I model, but not as much anymore."
"You're even more beautiful in person."
"Thank you."
Grace could tell Christian was getting aggravated, with all the nosiness that was going on, so she put a stop to it. "Ok, enough questions. Leave Brenda be."
Mr. Grey started talking about something that was happening in the news. Everybody took the hint and moved on. Brenda could still feel eyes on her, she looked over, and saw Elena staring directly at her. She grabbed a glass and took a sip of wine. (Why is this woman staring at me? Maybe I should just stand up, and really lay it out there. I just met him not even a week ago. We are just f*cking! We don't even hold each other afterwards. Chill the f*ck out!)
Christian whispered in her ear. "Are you finished?"
She looked at him, their faces almost touching. "Yes."
"Let's go, I'll give you a tour." Christian stood up, and Brenda followed. They excused themselves, and eyes follow them out of the room.
After they left, Mia blurted out. "If they have babies, they will be the best looking babies, like ever."
Mr. Grey spoke up. "Calm down Mia, they might not even be dating."
Mia smiled. "Their dating…..and Christian likes her. I can tell."
Grace looked over at Mia. "Enough of that. Let's mind our business. New topic please." And they moved on...
"This home is so beautiful. I love the way it's decorated. It's a big house, but it doesn't feel like I'm in a museum. It feels like a real home."
"That is exactly what my mom was going for."
"Well she did a wonderful job."
They started going up a set of winding stairs. Brenda was in front of Christian. He was close, he could see up under her dress. She had on a pair of nude lace underwear. Her a** looked perfect.
"Christian stop staring at my booty."
"You know me so well."
"Actually I don't."
They reached to top of the stairs, and he lead her down the hall. She looked at all the paintings on the wall. Christian showed him, his old room, as well as other rooms. After showing her the inside of the house, they went out into the garden. The smell was intoxicating.
"These flowers are amazing."
There was a lake on the property. They walked down to it. It was a good distance from the house. There was bench. They sat down, and stared out into the water.
"This is so peaceful."
Christian agreed. "So, how are you? Those questions didn't get to you did they?"
"No, not really. Elena seemed really interested. Who is she to you?"
"Friend...business partner."
"Oh, she seems very fond of you."
Christian shrugged. He moved closer to her. "I'm fond of you." He started kissing her neck. And his hand moved up her leg.
She clamped her legs together. "No."
"Why? No one is around."
"I don't want to go back up there, with wet panties."
"You could take them off. We don't have to have sex, I just want to touch you."
"No, this dress isn't long. I can't do that."
He removed his hand. "Ok." He stood up, and she followed. "Let's go back up to the main house, so we can get this over with. I need you." He grabbed and kissed her, and they head back up to the house...
Brenda and Christian stayed another couple of hours. And after his family got over the initial shock, of Christian bringing a date, they calmed a lot. Well, everybody except Elena. Her eyes were glued to Brenda and Christian, practically the whole night. Something was up with her, but Brenda didn't care, she doubted she'd ever see her again. Brenda and Christian said their goodbyes, and headed back to his place.
They are in the car. Brenda leaned back in the seat. She was so tired. She curled up next to Christian, and rested her head on his arm. He reached over and rubbed her head, he liked having her close.
They finally made it back to the Penthouse. As soon as they were inside, Brenda kicked off her shoes, picked them up, and walked to his room. She went straight into the bathroom. Christian heard the water, as he started undressing. A couple of minutes later, she walked out the bathroom, and headed into the closet. She removed her dress, and slid on a silk teddy. She piled her long hair on the top of her head, put it in a bun. Christian watched as she scurried about. He was already, naked and in bed...waiting. He was lying flat on his back, when she walked over, and climbed in. She straddled him. And he could feel that she was naked underneath the teddy. She leaned down, and started kissing him. He grabbed both sides of her face, and kissed her hungrily.
"Brenda, I need you now." He stared into her passion filled eyes.
He reached under the pillow, and grabbed a gold packet, tore it open. She shifted, so that he put it on. He kissed her again, reached down, and placed himself at her opening. Brenda sat up, and eased herself onto him. She reached behind, and placed her hands on his thighs, leaning back, as she started working her hips. He closed his eyes, and moaned her name. Her movements were slow and deep. He could feel her muscles contracting around him. She was massaging his manhood, with her love.
"Oh Sh*t, Brenda. That feels so good."
"Yes, it does baby." She started mixing it up. She bounced on him, grinded her hips into him, while still using her muscles. She fell forward, and really started working her hips, while she sucked on his neck. She moved to his chest, her lips barely grazing the top, before he flipped her over, pinned her hands above her head, and starting driving himself into her. Brenda threw her head back, and moaned loudly, as she felt herself coming and fast. Christian latched on to her neck, and sucked like a man possessed, and then he moaned, collapsing on top of her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him. And started milking his love with hers. They both fell asleep, with him still inside of her...
A couple of hours later, Christian woke up, and realized he was still in her. His body stiffened quickly. He needed another condom, but there was no way he was pulling out. He started slowly moving his hips. Brenda let out a soft moan, her eyes still closed, but she was waking up. He could tell, because she started meeting his thrusts. He pushed her legs back onto the bed, with her butt raised, and started f*cking her silly. She let out the most high pitch love cry. Something felt different...better...natural, he started to moan just as loudly as her. He felt her clamp down on him, and grab at the sheets…tensing. He followed, and came seconds later. Brenda felt full and warm. She felt something trickling down her a** cheeks. And that's when she knew, the condom broke...
Christian pressed his body against hers.
"Christian….I think the condom broke. I can feel you."
He shifted his hips, and pulled out. They both look down, and the condom did indeed break. Christian assured her, that he didn't have anything.
"Me either, I haven't had sex in a year. And I've been tested within that period, and Murphy and I always wore protection. But I'm not on any type of birth control."
Christian rolled off of her, and sat up. "As long as you aren't ovulating we should be fine, are you?"
Brenda looked at him, like he was crazy. "I don't know. Look, I'll just find a pharmacy in the morning, and get a Plan B. I've seen the commercial a hundred times, supposedly it prevents pregnancy."
Christian got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. Brenda heard the toilet flush, and he climbed back in bed. "I'm sorry, I should have put a new one on."
"It's ok, thank God for Plan B."
Christian smiled.
They were facing each other, he reached over and rubbed her leg. "Ok, Christian now you can tell me what you were talking about earlier."
"Refresh my memory."
"That whole thing about vanilla sex."
Christian nodded. "Oh."
"I thought we were having pretty good sex, I wasn't bored."
"Me either. And if I remembered correctly, I did not say that it wasn't."
"So, tell me, what you normally do."
"Do you have an open mind?"
"I like to think I do."
"Have you ever heard of a dominant and a submissive."
Brenda nodded. "Yes."
"What do you know about it?"
"Two people in a consensual relationship. One gives the commands, and the other obeys. There is a safe word, that's used just in case, things get out of control. Or the submissive can't take it. Is that what you like?"
He nodded. "You know more than I thought you would."
"Christian, I work in the fashion business. And I've met so many people over the years, so I've heard it all."
"You're not freaked out by that."
"No. And I'm not all that surprised, you are controlling. If you like it so much, why did you have, I guess regular, or vanilla sex with me?"
"Because I wanted you, and just from observing you, I don't think there is a submissive bone in your body."
"I've submitted to you, on a number of times. So what do you do, just find random people, or how does that work?"
"I have a type, that I normally go for. And we enter an agreement. It's a type of relationship I guess. We don't sleep with other people, because of health reasons. No blood is involved, nothing that would involve marks. I normally see them on the weekend. They don't sleep in here, they have their own room down the hall."
"The girl at the salon?"
"Yes, Leila."
"She was your submissive?"
"Yes."
"Where is she now?"
He shrugged. "Home, maybe."
"But wait a minute, you were with me Sunday, so what happened with that situation?"
"It's over. It was ending before I ever laid eyes on you. It just ran it's course."
"When was the last time you two were together?"
"Saturday. I didn't have sex with her."
"What did you do?"
"I f*cked her with other things."
"Why tell me anything? I mean, I'll be gone in a couple of days."
"Because I want you to stay."
"And do what? You already know that won't happen with me. I like sex, just like the next person, but some things just don't interest me." She looked around his room. "Do you do all of those things in here?"
"No."
"In their room?"
"No, I have a playroom."
Brenda eyes widen. "A playroom, where? You didn't show that to me."
"It's down the hall. Would you like to see it?"
"I guess."
He got out of bed, and threw on some boxers. "Come on."
She got out of bed, and followed him out of the room. They walked up to a door, and Christian opened it with a key. They entered, and if her mouth could have hit the floor it would have. "Whoa."
She looked around, the room was blood red, and there were all types of contraptions, hanging on the wall, and from the ceiling.
There was a huge bed in the middle of the floor. It had red satin sheets.
Christian watched her closely. "You can move away from the door."
"I don't know if I want to."
"Brenda, I thought you had an open mind."
"I do, but damn Christian." And she continued to look around. Her feet felt cold on the dark wood floor.
"Are you scared?"
She continued to take the room in. "Yes."
"Don't be, I would never harm you."
She moved away from the door, and walked into the room. She didn't touch anything. She didn't want to. She saw a set of drawers. Did she really want to look inside? Christian walked over and pulled a couple open.
"They won't bite."
She saw all types of vibrators, some she owned. Beads, she was familiar with those. Some type of nipple contraction, she remembered seeing it on TV. And whole bunch of other things.
"Brenda, you aren't saying much, do you have any questions?"
She pointed at something in the draw. "What in the hell is that?"
"It's for the a**. Stretches it out. Are you into anal sex?"
Brenda looked up at him. "Christian, would you let someone screw you in your a**?"
"No."
"Well, we are in agreement."
Christian laughed. "Well, would you be open to any of this?"
"I mean vibrators are fine, I have quite a few myself. Beads are fine. But I would never let you torture me, for your pleasure."
"It's not torture, and it wouldn't be just for my pleasure, but for yours too."
"Whatever, I'm not interested. I don't mind toys, but none that were used on other people."
"They're clean."
"Well, good...for the next person."
Christian grinned. "Let's go back to my room, you non submissive woman you."
He grabbed her hand, and led her out, locking the door behind him.
They made it back to his bedroom, Brenda slid in bed. He slid in right behind her. "Are you freaked out?"
"A little."
"Don't be. It's consensual, nothing is forced. You're not interested so that's that." He started kissing her back.
"I'll be gone in a couple of days, and you can get back to being dominant Christian." She felt his hand slide in between her legs.
He whispered in her ear. "Open your legs." She obeyed, giving him room, to touch all the right spots. He pushed his finger into her. She closed her eyes. He removed it, and put himself, where his finger was.
"Aaaaah, Christian."
He reached around and started massaging her breasts, as his hips grinded into her a**.
She reached down, grabbing one of her legs, pulling her knee to her shoulder, sending him deeper. They both moaned, as the sound of their lovemaking filled the room. Christian pushed her on the bed face first, while still holding her leg up, as his strokes got deeper and wilder, and then they both came...together. Brenda felt that familiar feeling, of warmth seeping out of her.
She struggled to catch her breath. "Christian...you didn't use a condom."
"We'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow."
She giggled, as he pulled her closer, and they fell asleep...