Lemons, Lemons and more Lemons. Happy readings everyone.
Anastasia's POV:
I didn't want to get out of bed last night after Christian and I had sex. Oh my god, was it amazing. After I've showered I go into the closet and put on my black ponte knit dress, white scrunch sleeve jacket, and ankle boots. I go down stairs and see that Christian is sitting at the breakfast bar and Gail has my breakfast set out for me—pancakes, eggs and bacon with a strawberry and banana smoothie.
"Sleep well?" I ask as I sit next to Christian.
"Very."
"So will you be picking me up after work?"
"Yes, I will be, but if my plans change, I'll call you."
"That is all I ask."
"Raymond Steele Inc."
"What is the first thing I should do?"
"Get an assistant."
"Maybe I should ask Charlie."
"I'm sure she'd love that. I think when you leave and just start up, you should base yourself in Grey House."
"Thank you." We drive to work together and he drops me off first. Charlie meets me outside my office with my tea.
"Can you come into my office?"
"Sure"
"I want to talk to you about becoming my assistant. I am starting my own company and you will get a raise."
"I would love that." That was easier than I thought.
"Nothing is set in stone yet, but I'm happy you said yes."
"Is that all you need?"
"Yes. Also no one knows about this, so please don't tell anyone."
"My lips are sealed."
"Good." She leaves my office and I get to work reading manuscripts. By the time lunch rolls around, I have three piles of twenty manuscripts between them. Yes, maybe and no. I go to the café nearby and get a sandwich and a latté. I usually go straight back to the office and eat there, but not today. I decide to sit and eat watching people rush by. It's nice to just sit and watch. I wonder what all these people do with their days. I finish my lunch and toss out what's left of my coffee. Once I'm back at the office, I review more of the manuscripts I've been sent. When the work day is over, I give the manuscripts to Charlie for her to deal with accordingly. She will contact the authors tomorrow.
"How do you do this so fast?"
"Well I read the first five and last five chapters. If the writing is good and seems consistent, It's a yes. If the story is good, but the writing not so good, it's a maybe. If the writing is poor and the story is poor, it's a no."
"That's a very smart process."
"Thank you" I smile and walk towards the elevators.
"See you tomorrow." I shout and she smiles.
Christian has made good on his promise and is waiting downstairs for me. Usually, I meet him the car, but again here is waiting in the lobby. He grabs me and kisses me hard. I don't know if seconds, minutes, or hours pass as we kiss, but when he pulls away, I am disappointed.
"Rough day?"
"A deal fell through."
"Well, why don't we get home then?" I look up at him and bite my lip.
"What have I done to you?"
"Nothing bad." I wink and grab his hand leading him to the car. We make out in the back seat like a couple of horny teenagers. When we get inside and are alone, I turn to him.
"I have an idea." I look down shyly.
"What is it?"
"I read something about TPE."
"Yes, total power exchange."
"Well I thought we could do that tonight." His eyes widen in surprise.
"Is this a joke?"
"No, I'm sorry I suggested it." I bite my lip nervously.
"Don't be!" He says enthusiastically. "I want you to meet me in the playroom in five minutes. Wear what you want, but be in your submissive stance."
"Yes, Sir." I scurry upstairs and run into the closest. I look through the lingerie and pick a hot pink number. I put it on as fast as I can, but I have some trouble attaching the garter belt to my stockings. Once I'm done, I throw on a pair of black pumps and run into the playroom. I get into my submissive stance and wait. A couple minutes pass and Christian still hasn't arrived. I wonder what he's doing. I want to get up and search for him, but I know this is part of his plan. Anticipation does wonders. I wait a couple more minutes until he walks into the room.
He strolls right past me over to the chest. I hear him open a drawer then close a drawer. He places something on the chest opens another drawer placing it on top of the chest. Once I hear the drawer close Christian walks towards me.
"Stand" He says in his Dom voice. I do as I'm told and I look up at him.
"Naughty girl did I say you could look at me?" Oh shit.
"No" I look down at the floor.
"No what?"
"No, sir."
"I was thinking you were going to be a good girl. You really took me by surprise when you mentioned TPE, but you have already broken two rules." I don't speak knowing I shouldn't speak unless he says I can. "You are really starting to enjoy this, aren't you?" Christian circles around me and grabs my arse hard and I moan.
"Answer me."
"Yes, sir."
"I can tell you're soaking through your panties." I bite my lip and he walks around and stands in front of me. "You look really good in this. I love the heels too. I rather enjoy fucking you in high heels."
"Do you understand the process of TPE?"
"Yes, sir."
"I should hope so." Again, I do not speak "If you are a good girl, I am going to let you Dom for me in the playroom. If you're a bad girl, I want to do a full weekend of TPE. How does that sound?" My inner goddess perks up.
"Wonderful, sir."
"Good. You may look at me." I look up and can see the excitement in Christian's eyes. I am not going to mention the fact that he already owes me one playroom session, but I better be on my best behaviour.
"I am going to spank you, Anastasia. This is a punishment, but is going to be pleasurable as well. After all, you suggested this." He gives me a wink. "I want you to walk over to the couch and stand there." I do as I'm told and he stands there watching me for a minute before coming over and sitting on the couch. In one swift motion, he pulls me over his knee so my arse is sticking up in the air.
"You will count each strike do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." He pulls down my underwear even though I'm still wearing the garter belt.
"One." I gasp. The first strike took me off guard. He pulls his hand back and comes down on the same spot. "Two" His hand comes down hard again. Pain and pleasure. I yelp in pain and moan in pleasure. "Three"
Christian kneads the skin for a moment before his hand comes down again. "four"
Ten strikes later and my arse is stinging. Each strike gets harder and sends a shooting pain through my body, but I like it. "Fifteen" I yelp and he is done.
"Good girl, Anastasia. Part your legs" I don't give his orders a second thought and I awkwardly part my legs. Without any hesitation, he sticking a finger inside me and I moan.
"You are so wet. I think you like being spanked." I don't answer because it wasn't a question. He pulls my under wear fully off. "Stand." I do as I'm told.
"Bed over and grab your ankles." I hesitate for a moment and do as I'm told. I grab my ankles with ease.
"Do you trust me Anastasia?"
"Yes, sir."
"These are luna beads." He holds out his hand, and in his palm are two shinny silver balls linked by a black thread. I do my best to look up questionably. Where are those going to go?
"Open your mouth." Mouth? Very gently, he puts the balls in my mouth. "You need to suck." He says like it was obvious. I don't get this. I do as I'm told.
"Alright that's good." He tugs them from my mouth and sits down on the couch again. He places one hand on my backside and I flinch. He better not be putting those in there.
"Relax, Anastasia." He trails his finger over my sex and I relax. He slips one finger inside of me. He withdraws his finger and slowly inserts the two silver balls. I am thankful that he had me suck on them because they would be rather cool otherwise. I am surprised because I can't really feel them inside of me. He pulls up my underwear and gives me a pat on my behind.
"Stand up straight" He commands. Once I am fully upright I can feels them. They're weighted I think. "Turn around." I do as I'm told, but while I move the balls pull downward and I clench around them.
"How do you feel?"
"A little strange, sir."
"Is it good or bad?"
"Good I think."
"Good I think sir." He corrects me. "Well now I have a good reason to spank you with those in." My hand instantly rubs my backside, which is still a little sore. Christian finds it hilarious.
"I think it's time for dinner." I narrow my eyes at him. "Your idea, not mine." He grabs my hand and I walk with him to the kitchen. Thankfully, no one is in here. I guess Christian told them to stay away though. Every step I take causes the balls to weight down inside me. This is definitely strange good. My breathing accelerates and I see Christian smirk. Yeah, I know you're loving this, Fifty. Our dinner is laid out for us and Christian takes a seat. I just stand there not sure what I should do.
"Anastasia, could you grab us some water?"
"Yes, sir." I walk over towards the cabinet and reach up grabbing two glasses which I almost drop. I gasp. I turn around to face Christian placing the glasses on the counter before grabbing the water from the fridge. I pour some for the both of us and place the glass in front of Christian and another by my plate. I stand and wait for my orders.
"You may sit and eat, Anastasia." Christian just stares at me while we eat. Doesn't say anything just watches. When we're both done, he says "Wash the dishes and the wait for me in the playroom."
"Yes, sir." He goes into his office and I clean the cups and plates before loading them into the dishwasher. I quickly drink another glass of water before going upstairs. I play it safe and get into my submissive stance. Again, I wait a couple minutes and when he returns he doesn't hesitate to give me orders.
"Stand" I shakily get to my feet and don't make the mistake of looking at him again. "I want you to bend over the bench." He commands and I walk over and bend over the smooth leather. I hear him pick something of the wall—either a whip, crop, or flogger. He stands at my side and runs something along my back and I rule out a riding crop. It is soft suede with small beads at the end. It's a flogger.
"I am going to spank you with this Anastasia. It is for your pleasure and it not meant to be painful. It might break the skin a little, but nothing bad I promise." Nothing bad? I think Christian and I have very different understandings of that meaning. He runs the flogger down my back again before pulling down my panties. "You won't be needing these." I can hear the excitement in his voice which is enough to turn me on. He helps me awkwardly step out of my panties. I am still wearing my heels, which is shocking. Before I met Christian Grey, I couldn't wear heels for twenty minutes and not I'm having kinky sex wearing them. A lot has changed since May.
"Hand behind your back." He orders and attaches cuffs to my wrists. Soon enough he pulls a blindfold over my eyes. I can't move and I can't see. He walks away and comes back slipping something over my ears. "I am going to play some music." Scratch that. I can't move, see or hear.
Abruptly soft music fills my ears and I can no longer hear him. This is pure trust, which I think is part of his motive. One angelic voice sings a long sweet note, and it joined another voice and then more voices. It's beautiful. Note to self ask Christian who sings this. Christian drags the flogger over my back again and pulls away as the sweet music fills my ears. Suddenly the flogger lands on my behind sending a shooting pain through me.
I cry out as it hits me again taking me by surprise. Christian was right it doesn't hurt exactly. There's a sharp almost bite when it hits me, but the second it's gone I am left with a tingling feeling. I almost forgot about the beads, but as I jolted from the flogger I could feel them moving inside me.
"Aghh" I cry out again. The pain soon turns to pleasure. I am enjoying this. Another strike. The music stops and Christian pulls away or so I thought. The song continues and another strike. I wonder how he timed that so perfectly. The anticipation and the build up for each strike is nerve racking and rush at the same time. My breathing has changed once more at the strike continue. I am entered a very carnal place. I am needy for him. I want to reach out and grab him, but I can't move. Christian pulls off the head phones and I can still hear the music. Clever.
He helps me to my feet and undoes unclasps the cuffs from one another. He helps me out of my shoes and clothing. I am fully naked unable to see. I want to reach out and find him, but I don't. I try and see past the blindfold and sense where he is, but I have no clue. The music is too loud to hear where he is. I need release. I feel his presence beside me before he touches me. He leads be over to the bed and makes me grab the bed post with both hands so my back is almost straight. He places the headphone on me once more. He spanks me behind before pulling the thread pulling them out of me suddenly. I almost climax. That felt amazing. There are no words for the sensation going through me. Not a second after Christian plunges into me filling me. He grabs my hips and he thrusts in an out of me. I feel my climax getting closer and closer as he thrusts into me over and over again and again. I am lost in quagmire of sensation. The balls, flogger, music, darkness and Christian.
I grasp the bed post tightly as a delicious yet savage orgasm rips through me. When I am coherent enough, I feel Christian behind me as we lay side my side on the floor. Oh my goodness!
He pulls of the headphones being carefully not to tangle my hair and next he pulls of the blind fold. I blink rapidly adjusting to the light in the room
"I really enjoyed that, Miss Steele." He says propped up on his elbow with a wicked smile. He kisses me sweetly on the lips. "Me too, sir."
"I think we should get you in the bath and then tuck you into bed."
"That sounds wonderful, sir."
"Anastasia," He scolds "I am your boyfriend now, not your Dom."
I clear my throat and respond "Fiancé" I correct him and he smiles.
"I will never tire of you saying that. Maybe we can just stay engaged forever so you can always call me your Fiance."
"That would be counter productive don't you think?"
"I guess your right because I'd never hear you say this is my husband and I'd never be able to call you my wife." I smile at him. He can be such a sap sometimes. We stand up and I collect my things as Christian runs a bath. I grab a robe from the washroom and run into our room. The water is absolutely amazing and having Christian wash me is even better. I sit back and relax as all the tension leaves my body. Once we are clean and dry, we curl into bed together and I fall asleep with my head on his chest.
I promise I'm going to make Ana Domme soon. Please review and thank you for reading. :) I love you all! If it weren't for you I wouldn't be writing anymore.