HI ALL
ONCE AGAIN THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF OVER SOME OF THEM THAT HAD TO DO WITH GRACE LOL
AS PROMISED HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER AND IT WILL ANSWER 2 THINGS
NUMBER ONE, HER FEET!
NUMBER TWO, WHY SHE LEFT
THANKS FOR READING
CHEERS
LORNA X
CHRISTIANS POV
"Welsh were the fuck Is that background check?...I know it's been less than a day Welsh just fucking put your ass in gear I want it by tonight!" I slam the phone down in frustration. Yeah I know I gave him 24 hours and its only been like 5 but I am frustrated!
I want Ana and I want her now!
I have been thinking a lot since seeing Ana this afternoon. Right from the get go she was different than my other subs. My other subs I treated good but i only tolerated them outside the playroom, Christ most of them annoyed the shit out of me but with Ana, I liked her as not only a sub but as a person, she was my friend, and I think that maybe I even loved her...NO Stop thinking that, love is for fools! If I had loved Ana I would have been devastated when she left. You were devastated Grey! Remember not eating for 3 days? Remember punching the mirror in the play room and needing 12 stitches in your hand? Remember the sappy SONG you wrote her for gods sake? MAN THE FUCK UP!
God I hate my inner voices!
I look up from my desk at Escala were I have been slumped for the last hour or so and I catch sight of the mini model of the Space Needle that Ana gave me after our first time in the play room
FLASHBACK. ANAS FIRST TIME IN THE PLAYROOM
God I can't wait to get back and get Ana in that playroom.
It's been 4 days since we signed the contract and I am on my way home from work. I know Ana is in the penthouse because Gail texted me that she had met Miss Steele an hour ago and showed her around the kitchen and now Gail won't be back until Sunday evening. I've even given Taylor the weekend off to be with her. It's not like I will need him, once I get Ana under me I won't be letting her up for air until shes walking like Bambie on ice!
The second the elevator doors open to my home it feels different, smells different and it sounds different. It's a good different. I think.
I told Ana I would be back a 6:30 but it's a little before 6pm, I just could not wait another minute.
I slowly open the double doors of the foyer which gives me a unhindered view of the kitchen and the great room.
On the kitchen stove there is a couple of pots cooking away and the smells coming from them are heavenly, but they were the second thing I saw.
The first thing that snagged my attention was the brown haired goddess sat at my million dollar grand piano playing the first few notes of an old song.
She is lost in the music as her fingers glide elegantly over the keys, it's not a sad song like I always play, its a slow and sexy version of the old Alana Myles song, Black Velvet
And then something happens that I will remember forever.
In the softest most angelic voice, that has a slight southern twang I didn't notice before, she starts to sing and I get a feeling in my chest like I've been punched by the Hulk, as I listen to the words of a song that I have heard on the radio 100 times in the past and never really liked, but listening to it come from Ana's lips, this song just went in my all time top 10
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Every word of every song that he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, what could
You do?
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
If you please, if you please, if you please
When she sings the last word she just stops, rests her hands on her thighs and whispers something I can't hear. Her eyes open and it's like she has just now realised where she is, she leans back slightly on the piano stool so she can see the kitchen and then she jumps like shes been electrocuted
"Shit! The sauce!" she runs over to the stove and turns a few of the dials and relaxes a bit. I don't want her to know I was watching her so I softly close the door and then make a point of being noisy when I re-open it so it looks like I am just coming in.
"Good evening, Anastasia" I saunter over to her taking my tie off as I walk and I can tell by the way her eyes change that she likes what she sees.
"Good evening, Sir" her head drops down and she avoids eye contact. This displeases me. I know it's in the contract but I like looking at her big blue eyes so i decide to alter the contract right now verbally
"Ana, look at me" Her head snaps up, once again proving she was well trained "I would like to amend one thing in the contract"
"What would you like to change Sir?"
"From now on unless i Tell you otherwise you can look at me, you don't need to drop your head when I enter a room. I like looking a your eyes" shit did I say that last part out loud? What a pussy!
"As you wish Sir" she gives me a small smile and blushes. Cute. As . Fuck!
We sit and eat the best meatballs and spaghetti I have ever had and she tells me about her college days, when I notice she's left a little on her plate I lecture her and I don't know how it happened but I started scolding her and ended up doubled over Laughing.
She puts our plates in the sink and turns to look at me, she knows whats coming up
"Mrs Jones showed you where the playroom was today, correct?"
"Yes Sir"
"Go up there now, and wait for me on your knees by the door in just your panties and you may put some heels on, no socks though" i chuckle
"Yes sir"
She walks gracefully out the room and I go to mine and to put on my playroom jeans. Ive had these jeans for a few years, they are light blue and they have a fair few rips in them, infact they look downright ratty now I look at them, they are frayed the fuck up! Ana deserves more than ratty, ripped jeans. I throw them to one side and find another pair. I pull out a dark blue pair that i have never worn, they have a few patches that look distressed but it adds to the over all look. I put them on but leave the top button undone. Gotta have easy access for Ana.
I practically run up the stairs I am so excited! When I open the door and first catch sight of her I have to stop! I have seen a fair few women in here, all in this pose but seeing Ana like this does something to me. The beast inside my rises but so does something else that I can't pinpoint, somthing deep in my chest.
I walk over to the chest of toys with out saying a word to her. My normal M.O for new subs is
Bind them
Spank them
Have them blow me
Tie them to the bed face down
Fuck them
Strap them to the bench and cane them
And then fuck them again
Eat, sleep, fuck, repeat!
Ive done this with every single one of my subs, but as I go to reach for my favourite cane my hand stops mid air and Ana's medical history flashes through my mind. When I turn to look at her she looks so small and I think that back then when someone was beating on her she would have been even smaller.
A lump comes to my throat and I have the hardest time trying to push it back down. I can't hurt her, even if she's a masochist and likes the pain, I just can't do it. Fuck what is wrong with me?
Fuck what do I do? I can't do vanilla obviously but I cant hurt her either...what to do...what to do...I KNOW! I can't punish her which is how I take out my frustration on subs but what I can do is give her pleasure overload! Having the ultimate control over her body! I've never not punished with a cane or belt but I can punish her by making her come over and over and over again!
I grab the soft flogger instead and a blind fold. As much as i like looking at her eyes, I don't want her to know I'm nervous about this.
Over the next 2 and a half hours I make her come 7 times! A new personal best for me. We are both wringing in sweat. My hair is stuck to my forehead and Ana's hair is well...it's fucked! Shit I forgot to braid it. Oh well next time, beside i like her looking like she had the ever loving shit fucked out of her. Because she has!
That's 2 things that I have never done before. Number one I've never forgotten to braid a subs hair before and number two, I've never had a women on top before because of the fear that even with their hands tied the might of fallen on me. It was even a hard limit when I was with Elena, not that she really listened to those things but that is the one she respected.
But today while I was taking Ana from behind I had the sudden urge for her to take me. Why I dont know, but i flipped us over and shackled her hands to some chains that I have hanging from the roof of the bed and I just laid back and...well I don't know what happened, I came so hard I almost blacked out.
The only slight stutter we had was when Ana first saw my naked chest and my scars. She completely froze up and I had to actually wave my hand in front of her face to get her attention. When people have seen them before I always get the same look. Pity. But with Ana she looked at them and all I saw in her eyes was pure fear. I need to know why.
"Ana"
"Yes sir"
"We are breaking the scene for a minute because I want to ask you something and I want you to be truthful so you can call me Christian"
"Okay,,,what would you like to know?"
"When you saw the scars on my chest earlier you froze up and I saw fear in your eyes, why was that?" she goes stiff as a board in my arms and she holds her breath. She doesn't say anything for a while and at one point I don't think she will but then she let's out the breath she was holding and turns around and sits on the bed in front of me with her stiletto clad legs stretched out in front of her. She drapes the sheet around her and leans down to unbuckle the ankle straps on her shoes. She never took them off during our scene and I made sure to stay away from her feet with the flogger or my hands and mouth.
She takes both her shoes off and puts them on the bed beside her and then she slowly holds her feet up so I can see the souls of them.
"This is why Christian"
When I look at her feet anger floods my system. Who ever did this to her is a dead person when get my hands on them!
3 perfectly round scars from a cigarette burn on each of her feet, they look just like mine only hers are deeper. One on the ball, one on the arch and one on the heel. All in a line right down both of her feet. It must of been agony to be burned on her feet, she must not have been able to fucking walk for days like that!
"Ana...who...who the fuck did that to you?" her head falls when I ask her and I know she won't tell me. Sometimes it's not the physically reminder of the pain that hurts the most, it's the emotional reminder.
"I...I don't want to talk about it Christian...maybe one day, but not now"
"Ok I understand. But May I ask how old you were when it happened?"
"15"
Motherfuck it all to fucking hell!
"Ana I want you to..."
"Red"
"You're safe wording?"
"yes because I really don't want to get into this right now, please sir"
"Ok Ana I will leave it for now"
We each got up and took separate showers and then I went to the kitchen where I found Ana making sandwiches
"Thank you Anastasia"
"You are welcome Sir"
"Did you enjoy our first scene?" I smirk at her while I bite into my BLT. I know she did. She screamed like a fucking banshee!
"Very much so Sir. Although I'm thinking of sueing the Space Needle"
"Huh? What?" why would she sue the space needle? And what's it got to do with us in the playroom? She walks over to the sofa where her purse is and I see her pull something out. She walks back over to me and places a miniature model of the iconic Seattle landmark I front if me
"I went there a few days ago for the first time ever and the tour guide said that you would never get another head rush as the one you would get from seeing the view from the top, so I bought the little model to remind me of the head rush I had when I reached the top...but the head rush I got in the red room upstairs...well let's just say the space needle should be sued for false advertising...the best head rush in Seattle is the one you get from the penthouse of Escala"
FLASHBACK OVER
Shit! Thinking of our first time together has left me hard as stone! Shit I need to get out of the apartment. I'm going fucking crazy...but first I need a shower, a very cold shower!
I dress in a pair of jeans and a red polo shirt and a pair of sneakers grab my Aston keys and head out. Taylor wanted the afternoon off for some reason so it's just me. Its rare I go out without a CPO but we haven't had any direct threats for a while now so I'm not worried about being on my own, besides I'll kick anyone's ass who tries to approach me!
I drive around for a while just listening to the music and then I stop at the drive thru Starbucks and grab a coffee. I check my watch and see its only 5:30 so I decide to head on over to Elliott's so I can say goodnight to Ava and maybe read her a story.
I love my niece and I love being an uncle but I know if I had a kid of my own I would probably be the worst dad on the history of the world. The good thing about Ava is I can give her back to Kate and Elliott and walk away, I'm never in a bad mood around her and I make it a point to leave work behind when I'm with her, but if I had a child around me 24/7 I would cause them to have a baby breakdown. I'm the first to admit I swear more than anyone on the planet and when I'm at home I'm in my office until past midnight most nights, how would I give a child the attention they need?
Kate and Elliott have been trying to set me up with women for years but I just wasn't interested, they even brought a man to dinner one night thinking that was the way I was swinging.
I pull up on their driveway and notice Elliot's truck. He's normally not home until 7pm during the nicer weather because 99% of his construction work is out side he prefers to make hay while the sun shines.
I open the front door with the key that Kate gave me and let myself in and make my way to the living room where I find my niece in her playpen playing with her dolls
"There's my best girl" I reach down to pick her up and she gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek
"unck Cwistin play" she hands me a doll and I pretend to talk to it making her giggle but we both stop when we hear Elliott screaming at Kate from their bedroom. What the fuck? I put Ava back in her playpen and slowly make my way to their room. Memories of the pimp screaming at my birth mom come to mind and those aren't things that Ava needs in her head. As I make my way closer I hear what they are saying and I freeze when Elliott mentions me
"HE'S MY FUCKING BROTHER KATE!"
"Elliott I swear I didn't know! I promise you baby"
"How could you not know? shes your best friend for fucks sake"
"Well obviously she didn't think she could trust me"
"HOW THE FUCK COULD SHE DO THIS!"
"Elliott stop screaming you will wake the baby...look now you see what you have done?...it's ok baby..Auntie Katie is here" what? They have a baby in there? And why is Kate saying auntie Katie? Ethan doesn't have kids.
I push the door open and they both whip their heads around. Elliot's hair looks like he's been trying to pull it from the roots but right now I couldn't give a fuck because in Kate's arms is a baby!
A small brown haired little girl who looks to be maybe a year and a half old.
I am frozen on the spot.
There is no doubt in my mind that this is Ana's daughter shes the spitting image of her.
And when her head lifts and she pins me with a stare from her big grey eyes...
There's no doubt in my mind who her father is!