I feel terrible for not updating in a long time! But I hope this chapter makes up for it, as it has plenty of lemon and long. So enjoy this chapter!
As soon as I arrive in my apartment, I kick my kitten-heel shoes off and slump down onto the black cushioned sofa, sighing in exhaustion. Kate and I's apartment is the perfect size for the both of us. It's fresh and modern, rising three stories from the Seattle streets, which allows me to sit at the window and watch the world and its people go by. Thank God Kate's out for the night, so I can have peaceful night in.
After a long, hot shower, I finally feel refreshed and relaxed- no longer clinging onto the day's stress. I walk over to the box on my bed that Christian sent me and open it, before laying out each garment one by one on top of my purple satin bed sheets.
I sit on the edge of my bed and take one of the stockings in my hand, rolling it carefully, before pulling it up my right leg. The material glides effortlessly along my newly-shaven skin, and I can't help but squirm as the top of the stocking teases the skin of my inner-thigh. After pulling the left one on, I take the French panties into my hands and step into them. A perfect fit. I put the suspender belt on and fasten the suspenders to my stockings, then slide the bra straps up my arms and hook the clasp. Again, a perfect fit.
As I look back at myself in the mirror, I notice how well each garment fits to my skin and accentuates my curves. I take in my appearance as I skim my fingers up the sides of my waist, running them over my body.
The sharp vibrating of my phone grabs my attention. I take a deep breath and sweep my fingers through my hair, before reaching for my ringing phone from the bed. I instantly warm inside as I see Christian's name on the screen.
"Mr. Grey." I tease.
"Miss Steele, how was your day?" he asks, his voice deep and sexy.
"Long and stressful." I groan. "Nothing I need to bore you with."
"Perhaps you need a good spanking." I smirk at Christian's forthrightness and my pulse immediately begins to accelerate.
"Oh? And I suppose you'd like to be the one to do it?" His breathing deepens noticeably on the other end.
"So did you find the gift I left you on your desk?"
"They're beautiful, but you didn't need to buy me anything." I mutter.
"If I want to buy you something, Anastasia, I will." Christian says, his tone serious and commanding.
"It's not that easy, Mr. Grey." I defy him. "Although, I'm curious..."
"Always curious, Miss Steele." he laughs softly.
"How did you know my sizes?"
"I have my ways." I roll my eyes and I smile. "So, do they fit then?" I glance at myself in the mirror again as the lingerie hugs each curve of my body with precision.
"Perfectly."
"You've got them on?" I smirk.
"Yes." A low noise sounds on the other end of the phone. It's sharp and breathy and sounds as he was in pain at the mere thought.
"I'm coming over."
"Don't you have business dinner thing tonight?"
"I'll blow it off."
"You can't do that, Christian. Isn't it important?"
"I'll call you back."
"Christian!"
Without warning, a small noise beeps in my ear and Christian is gone. I roll my eyes and I laugh to myself before walking to the kitchen. I reach up to the cabinets and pull a glass out, placing it on the counter, then pouring myself a glass of water. Within a minute, Christian's back on the phone.
"It's done."
Wow, that was quick." I laugh, taking a sip of my water, before I walk over to the couch and sank back into it. "And what if I said I was busy this evening?"
"Then I'd say un-busy yourself because I'm coming over now."
"You're very persistent tonight."
"I want to see you and I want to spank that perfect little ass of yours." Christian's voice is clipped and hoarse; very much different to the warm and humored tones that I'd just been listening to. Excitement instantly pulses through me, awakening each nerve-end in my body. If I was this aroused by his words alone, then I don't dare imagine how I'd react to him in the flesh. I take a deep breath as I compose myself.
"Is that all you have to offer me, Mr. Grey?" He stays quiet, but I'm sure that he's grinning at my witty remark.
"I'll see you in about half an hour."
"I look forward to it." Just as as I'm about to hang up, Christian's voice catches my attention.
"Oh, Anastasia..."
"Yes?"
"Don't take them off." And with that, he's gone; leaving my mind flustered and body needy.
I run my fingers around the cool rim of my glass, while watching a re-run of Friends. As I take a final sip from my water, the harsh buzzer of my apartment rings out, startling me. I pull my body up from the couch and walk over to the intercom that's on the wall, I push the button.
"Hello?"
"It's me." My stomach flips at the sound of his voice; it's so deep and gravely, and he sounds ever so slightly out of breath.
"I'll buzz you up."
I straighten my dark gray, silk robe that I slip on as I walk to the door. I leave on minimal make-up with a little bit of mascara and blush, and my hair in waves.
As I pull the door back, Christian's standing before me. He's wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that's tight enough for me to see his abs through the thin material under his black coat. Accompanying the shirt and jacket are a simple pair of black sweatpants, and I can just about make out the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking above them. His dark copper hair is pushed back and messy, his cheeks flushed.
He flashes me a panty-dropping grin that has my body instantaneously weak. Despite his casual approach, he looks insatiable.
"You look a little flustered." I laugh. In all fairness, I'm probably much flustered then he is.
"Paps were on my tail."
"Did they see you come here?" I tilt my head and step aside, ushering him in.
"No." he smiles. "They were in a car but Taylor took a quick turning and parked around the corner and I then I ran."
Christian steps inside and hangs his jacket on the coat hanger in the hallway, before making his way over to the couch. He sits down, and I can instantly tell that something is bothering him.
"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting down across from him. He looks at me with apprehensive eyes and a slight frown sets across his brow.
"I don't want them following me when I'm seeing you or with you." Christian begins. "I like this. You. What we have." He pauses to take a breath and this is my chance to reassure him.
"Me too." I haven't even really given the paparazzi and tabloids a second thought. I guess that's because I never had to deal with them, or the repercussions of speculation. Christian looks up and catches my line of contact.
"I don't want them to mess everything up, with their lies and rumors. Right now, I just want it to be you and me." Christian smiles and my insides warm.
"It's okay, Christian. Really. Don't worry about them." The smile I give him is sincere but he still looks anxious.
"I just don't want you to be one of those speculative girls that they insist on reporting me with every week."
"How about one of those girls that you enjoy spanking?" I joke, trying to relieve some of the obvious tension that Christian's feeling. His lips quirk and he arches his eyebrow.
"Now, I think the enjoyment's mutual, don't you?" Despite my silent agreement, I can't stop myself from blushing, and he continues to smirk at me with amusing eyes.
"But on a serious note." he continues. "I enjoy your company and I'm very much enjoying spending time with you." He pauses and his lips twitch upwards. "In every sense of the word."
Christian settles back against the couch, stretching his legs out...and apart. He's been here less than five minutes and he's already unintentionally marking his territory...and managing to turn me on.
"I couldn't agree more, Mr. Grey. Would you like a drink?" I smile, attempting to disguise my internal upturn of what little composure I have left.
"Yes, Miss Steele." I walk over to the fridge and open it up, scanning the contents.
"We have...beer...milk...water...or some weird pina colada thing that has been in here for about ten years." I laugh.
"Beer's good."
I take the chilling glass bottle out of the fridge and put it on the side while I reach to the top cabinet for a glass. As I reach, Christian's fingers swiftly lift the hem of my robe, exposing the tops of my thighs to him. I jump, tensing up completely. I didn't even hear him approach me. His front is flat against my back, trapping me between his body and the counter-top, barely allowing me room to breathe.
My breath hitches in my throat as I remain on my tiptoes with Christian holding my robe up, just high enough for a view of the tops of my stockings and suspenders.
"These suit you," he whispers into my ear, before twisting my body around to face him.
The look on his face has me instantly aroused. It still shocks me how quickly his eyes change from light gray to lustful black. They go from soft and warm to 'I'm going to absolutely ravish you' in less than a second. He's magnetic- physically and emotionally- and I'm compelled.
Within seconds, he manages to rip my robe from my body, dropping it to the floor below as he takes a step backwards. His eyes devour me from head to toe, not missing an inch, and my entire body comes to life.
"Lead us to your room, Miss Steele."
I freeze, completely overcome with his arousal as well as mine own. Christian's hands are on my waist, squeezing tightly. My breathing begins to shallow and as he takes small steps backwards, he pulls me with him; not rush, no haste. So controlling.
Once we reached my room, Christian releases me. He switches the side light on, giving the room a dimly erotic glow, before he walks back over and stands behind me.
"You look absolutely breathtaking in these." he purrs, running his hands around my hips, stroking the very tops of my thighs. "But I knew you would." My entire body becomes stiff as I forget to breathe, focusing all of my attention onto his touch.
"Will you bend over for me?" Christian's lips come so close to my ear. "Slowly."
He takes a step backwards and I finally let out a long breath. Jesus Christ. As I begin to bend at my waist, my suspenders pull and draw my silk stockings further up my thigh. The feeling is so subtle and delicate, yet it has my lower region warming with pleasure instantly. I reach forwards until my hands are on the metal frame at the foot of my bed and my torso is parallel to the floor.
Everything about this feels so erotic and I bite my lip as I watch Christian come into view; until his body is pressing against mine and his breathing is hot and heavy against my ear. His hand comes around my front and lays across my abdomen with an exquisite pressure, pulling me even closer to him.
"I'm hard from just looking at you." Christian whispers, gently stroking his fingertips along the eclipse of my left cheek with his other hand.
He slides his hand from my abdomen to my breasts and pulls my body upwards so that my back is flat against his chest. The feeling of his clothes against my bare skin is so sensational and I can feel heat radiating right from his crotch.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes." I don't hesitate.
Christian's body leaves mine and I listen intently as something rustles behind me. Within seconds, the heat of his body returns. Something silky runs down my spine, igniting goose-bumps over each of my limbs, and he tucks it carefully into the back of my suspender belt.
Christian takes a step backwards and turns my body to face him. His pupils are dilated so much that his usually gray eyes are almost black, burning with primal lust that have my heart instantly racing. Christian's hands cup my backside, squeezing the flesh beneath his palms, before sliding upwards, so tantalizingly slow, making sure that he touches each area of bare skin, until his fingertips are in my hair and gently massaging my scalp. I relax my head back against his touch, sighing in quiet relief.
"I'm going to blindfold you."
He drops one hand to my waist and slips the mask from my lingerie, before holding it just over my brows. Christian searches my eyes and I silently give him permission. I'm so aroused and exhilarated that I can barely think before he lowers the mask over my eyes and is tying it at the back. Everything goes completely dark and I'm suddenly so aware of the sounds and smells and space around me. As I adjust to the loss of sight, I focus on Christian's soft breathing and the sweet scent of his skin and aftershave. He's so warm and so close and I can't help but outstretch my fingertips to find him.
"Is it comfortable?" I nod slowly, parting my lips, but I can't bring myself to speak.
As I carefully move my fingertips over the tops of his thighs, he takes them in his own hands and brings them upwards to his body. He pulls my against his chest, guiding them over his closed torso, until he eventually lets them go to explore for themselves.
"You're letting me touch your chest?" I ask, surprised he's allowing me to, even if he has a shirt on.
"I trust you. Take your time." he whispers, standing completely still, allowing me to really feel him and get to know his body without my primary sense.
I stand before him, more helpless then I've ever been in front of anyone, yet more alive then ever. I feel more intimately bound to Christian then before, sightless and yielding before him. For him. My heart flutters and breathing is shallow as I gingerly press my palms to his chest and slide them upwards slowly, until my fingertips are brushing against the exposing skin covering his collar bones.
Even with his t-shirt on, I can feel the warmth of his skin and the definition of his muscles, and with my sight gone, the feel of him beneath my fingertips was comforting. As I move them across, I hold my right hand against his heart beating wildly against his ribcage. It's beating even faster than my own. Still ascending, I caress the skin at the base of his neck, and then either side of his jugular, until my fingertips are running along his sculpted jaw.
Christian's face is smooth despite the fine stubble brushing my fingers, and as I hold his face, I imagine how it must look as I give myself up to him and blindly explore his body. He keeps completely still the entire time as I build him up in my mind. I lazily draw my fingertips down the center of his chest and then his torso, until they are at the lower hem of his t-shirt and teasing the hot skin above his sweatpants.
My legs feel like jelly as I begin to slide my hands up beneath his t-shirt, picturing each area of his body that my fingers touch; imagining that I was Midas turning him to gold. His skin is so hot and tense and I can swear that I feel his muscles tremble with delight as I pass his ribcage. Everything about his body is so male; from the hardness of his chest to the hair across his stomach. As I hold my hands against him, I can sense his lips nearing my own, and then for the first time tonight they are on me, so soft and gentle. Christian takes my hands from his body and holds them at my side as he continues to kiss me; now deeper as his tongue claims mine.
I'm breathless and weak at the knees when he pulls away.
"Right now, I'm going to spank you." he speaks softly into my ear. "You know why, Anastasia?"
"No." I whine.
"For hanging up on me, earlier, and defying me." I breathe slowly. "Turn around."
Christian holds my hips as I take small steps to turn around, until I face the bed. He slides his palms from the base of my spine to the nape of my neck, applying pressure as he pushes me down into the same position that I was in before, holding onto the frame of the bed. His fingertips move around the backs of my thighs, lightly stroking the skin that peeks above the stockings.
With a soft click, Christian unclasps my right suspender, and next the left, stroking the newly accessible skin, before moving around to the front of my thighs and doing the same. I feel my stockings shift down my thighs slightly as Christian tucks back two suspenders into the belt, while leaving the front two hanging loose.
I squirm in anticipation, the submissive inside of me craving the possession. When Christian's hand came down on me for the first time those few nights ago, my mind is blank and I'm his. I want to give myself up to him. I want him to take control of my body and mind and release me from everything and everyone around me.
I'm brought back into the moment as the first hit comes upon my right cheek, burning fiercely. I squeeze the mental railings in front as I steady myself.
"You okay, baby?" he speaks softly, stroking my hair from the nape of my neck. I whimper as he slides a single finger between my legs, quickly drawing my attention away from the burn across my backside. "Again?"
"Yes." I breathe, tensing my cheeks as I prepare for the next blow.
With my sight gone, everything is so much more intense and the anticipation that I feel between blows has me trembling with an inexplicable thrill. This time his hand takes me by surprise and strikes the opposite cheek; then the right again, then left, all in quick succession. I draw in air and wince as Christian's palm carefully strokes my hot flesh.
"I like you like this." Slap. Oh god. "Stripped." Soft stroke. Slap. "Mine."
"Yes." I gasp for air.
Each time his hand hits my skin, my core muscles clench and my arousal swells. As his fingers move slowly inside of me, I know that he can heel and see and how how aroused I am. His breathing is hoarse in my ear and I whimper as my muscles roll and waver around his fingers, trying to draw him in and keep him there until I come. Then they are gone and he forcibly strikes the very top of my left ass, leaving a sharp sting and slight trace of my wetness.
Hot and shaky, Christian's hands slide around my waist and he pulls me up towards him, as his lips run along the side of my neck.
"Small steps." he whispers, leading me. "Slowly."
I'm completely disorientated as he moves me around, and he holds tightly to my waist and arm as his body directs me downwards, until I sit on the mattress of my bed. My heart begins to pound as he lets go, and for the first time, I feel nervous and can feel my body beginning to tremble.
"I'm still here." Christian whispers, stroking his thumb along my jaw. "I'm going to take this off now."
He brings his hands to my face and slide the mask from my eyes. As I adjust to the light and open my eyes up to him, he leads me back against the bed, removing his sweatpants. Suddenly, he slowly slides inside of me, until he stretches and fills me completely. He keeps still, holding my gaze. His eyes are so big and dark and full of wonder. Everything feels so warm and tight; so perfectly full. Resting on his elbows, his hands pin mine either side of my head, and with desperate sigh of his name, he begins moving inside of me.
Christian begins to move with more fever, with every part of him on me; his hips, stomach, chest...lips so close that I almost taste him. His hair hangs loosely from his head, brushing against my forehead as he keeps my gaze. He continues to move with hard precision, and I close my eyes and thrash my chest upwards against him as pleasure swells from deep within.
"Open your eyes." he demands, letting go of my left hand and sweeping my hair from my face.
I squeeze them shut tighter as he pushes his hips right forwards and stills, filling me to my absolute limit, before slowly fluttering them open for him. I'm so close, tightening around him more and more as he drives me to my end. My toes tingle with warmth as my body gives itself up to pleasure and I come with a desperate cry of his name and gentle waves of pleasure roll through my, consuming my entire body. Christian follows right after me, his lips finding mine and releasing his weight from his arms so that are bodies merge in a hot and worn out embrace. We stay locked together like this for a while, kissing and touching one another, relishing in the aftermath of our highs.
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