Kehlani~
Problematic (yeah)
You know that dick always been problematic (yeah)
Somehow I'm always caught in your dramatics
All in your acrobatics
You know I want the static...
It was that time when Anastasia caught herself looking in the bathroom mirror of ladies room of this floor. Her lips were full and soft as usual and her red rimmed eyes were glittering, yet her whole appearance was screaming 'demure'.
GAHHHHH!
Could she be any more frustrated? It was isn't it what made that Grey asshole call her a 'kitten'?
Looking like that just confirmes what makes him call her out a kitten. She hated that she looked so demure, hated that she had an innocent appeal. She tried many times to alter her shape or form in some way or the other... but. It wasn't her. Just. It wasn't Ana. She had given up on that.
She was all blues, and creams and blushs and browns.
If anything, the bangs framing her too large but soft forehead only added to her attractiveness.
Ask Christian there, because damn! He was her number one fan. That long chocolate brown hair only made her all the more sexy. The visuals that he was attacked with while working in the same office as her!
Damn!
He could only imagine how much he'd love to make her ride him with her long hair fanning her back, her head thrown back as she moaned and rode him again and again...
Shit! Shit! Shit!
This was office! He mentally cursed himself as he was damn near having a hard-on in front of those many business associates walking with him to the Conference Hall.
Her big bold blue eyes trained on him as she pleasured him on her knees. Damn, she'd look scary and sexy if she'd took charge.
Shit!
And he'd have a heart attack too!
Late again! He thought to himself as the most important assistant of his company was failed to reach to the hall again in time.
"Dammit" He cursed. "Where is Ana? Tell her to come straight to the Hall in a minute, Leila!" He barked at the tiny blonde assistant Leila who was worried about losing her job if Ana didn't make it on time to the conference. Christian's word was law.
"I'm sorry, sorry." Quickly mumbling an apology, Ana was trotting as fast as these numbing heels would allow her, taking quick brisk steps to the room at the turn, Leila hot on her heels.
She felt all the eyes boring into her form as she hastily and clumsily made her way into the hall, disrupting the logistics speech for a bit when all the eyes were travelling where she was making her way to sit. Especially those grey ones. Cold and unrelenting. She was gathering her bearings, looking here and there like a lost animal, and flinched when she caught him looking into her soul with those smouldering hot eyes. Ouch! He was angry. Way beyond pissed. She swallowed nervously and tried to follow on to what the head of the logistics was speaking when after a while she felt his burning gaze finally relenting away from her, taking mercy on her.
Around them everyone was seated in their designated places they always took. Mrs. Lincoln was Head of the new jewellery company they were doing business with. She was in the area for business and thus invited as the special representative which she took to her head a bit too much. Her husband was accompanying him.
She was crossing the middle age group now and her overdone botox surgeries were struggling to give her some semblance of youth and were failing miserably. Her thin blonde hair was wrapped up in a boring bun atop her head, and Christian couldn't be more disinterested in every female present in the same room as him and the whole meeting in general. Olivia was sitting next to him which he was purposely ignoring. The girl wasn't that ugly, but her demeanour was all that and beyond. Andrea was his personal assistant and her taciturn attitude and stoic approach to everything couldn't be more beneficial to Christian. He hated nosy skanks like Olivia who ogled and made out with one or another person all the time. Kate was again a blonde and was best friends with Leila and Ana.
Leila was unresponsive 80% of the time and Kate was too chatty and dominating, just like him except for the former, and not his taste at all. Maybe he was well suited to a pussy-whipped boy like Elliot who was a joker himself. No hard feelings.
However there was one girl that had caught his attention since she'd started to work for his prestigious company.
Anastasia Steele.
Simple. That was her name.
As her name was, she was equally beautiful. Her beauty wasn't overdone and pretentious, infact it was an innate asset of her. It was unconstrained. Hell. He'd never met or seen a woman like her. She was cute, innocent and dorky at times too, which made her all the more likeable. He was entranced.
He could feel it, that being with her was so simple and tranquil. Like sitting at the beach shore, watching the waves wash over the land and hearing the soft waves roar at times. It gave the heart that kind of peace that you could only imagine. And if he was with her, she kept her face on his shoulder, giggling at the thing or two that he said in an attempt to make her laugh or smile. It was so easy to make her smile. Her love was so pure and beautiful... it was so easy to be with her. He could just forget about the worldly worries in the time when just the two of them were locked together. How it would feel to be in love with a pure soul like her...
Did he just say love? He was incapable of loving...
Snap out of it Grey!
He was shocked and horrified where his short reverie of Ana had taken him, only to look up and see the meeting had ended.
Either it was love with Ana...
Or sex without feelings. An emotionally detached fuck.
Soft or raw, however she prefers it.
Whatever lets him being in the close proximity of her.
With those thoughts, the blood in his veins started to boil from simmering, the earlier incident swarming in his head, the energy in his body taking an ugly turn.
His grey orbs were intently watching everyone leave, save for Ana who was walking slowly behind everyone like a kitten. The saccharine smile on his handsome face didn't reach his eyes which had a cruel curve to them, making him look sinister. While he softly let out a "Kitten. Wait." To which Ana looked up and halted in her tracks that Christian Grey was calling her, prior to which she was making her way back to her desk minding her own business.
Poor kitten, he thought.
"Why leaving so fast?" A smirk was playing up on his lips.
"Don't call me that." She admonished him, though being her boss, he didn't mind it. Not now. He was in a playful mood. And this was play time.
"Oh. What?" He was laughing now.
Ana's eyes were reflecting his expression, only they were half scary too. Like his mama but only that would be her girlfriend doing it.
"Kitten. Don't call me that." She let out, only half chastising, her face betraying horror. She hated when he called her that. Or... half liked too?
"Did I tell you how interesting you are, kitten?" He whispered seductively while he rubbed his palms together like a bad boy from the wrong side of the town readying up to do something depraved but desirous.
Her eyes were large and shocked by what was playing infront of her, she gulped.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Don't you know? What I mean is... you have these soft bubble lips, that I would very much love to wrap around my cock, pushing you to your knees and watch these big blue eyes locked with mine as you take me the way I give it to you." He rasped while stepping in her personal space, no regard for her discomfort, leaning in until he smelled her skin. His eyes taking up a rough edge.
She froze. Shocked to her system by his admission. I mean... saying that was one thing, but she was in an office with her boss?... Holy smokes.
With everyone gone out and the hall basically vacant, he leaned in more so they were basically attached, and slammed the hall room with his extended hand as it went flying close.
Thumppp!
She jolted at the sudden noise.
"See kitten? This is what I mean when I call you kitten. You look very much like one and act the same too." He was walking her to the wall where she was stepping back until her back pressed to it and his neck was craned right into her neck.
He smelled her, running his pointy nose from her delicate clavicle to her cheeks. Then, he oh so slowly and deliberately licked her, running the tip of his tongue from her neck to the outline leading to her cleavage. Right in there. She could feel her nipples pebble up by the need and desire. With every lick of his tongue, goosebumps raised on her skin in it's wake. Her arms were locked around his neck unknowingly, her head thrown back, eyes closed. He brought her back.
"What I mean is... that we're going to have a bit fun." He murmured darkly.
He locked his eyes with hers. "Take off that dress and show me those full breasts. I want to feast on them." His grey gaze couldn't be more predatory, the more she resisted, the more he twisted her tighter in his hold, the more she got wet by his dom demeanour. Damn. She was a puddle for him. It was as if she'd lost all her control on her mind and body, her brain was hazy and mushy by the dose of drug that was lust, given to her and she was drinking it by her eyes.
He stepped back from her, drinking in her form.
She was aphrodite incarnate. Her long hair was spilling over her shoulders and breasts as she leaned and worked to get that plum dress over and off.
No bra.
He was brazenly watching her naked breasts bounce as she worked.
Her cheeks were red with heat.
"No need to be shy, now, kitten." He spoke softly, when she finally looked down coyly due to the heat between them. "Hold me like this." He lifted her face by her chin and she finally peered into his bold eyes, and put her hands around his neck again. A bit softly since she was shy.
He traced his thumb at the corner of her sexy lips that she was biting and took that lush mouth, attacking with his kisses. His tongue was lazily caressing her between the kisses, and they couldn't drink in more of each other.
Drunk in lust, Christian plucked his mouth off of hers and made his way down. Her gorgeous breasts begging to be eaten. He held one in his hand and slapped his palm down on the milky mound making her yelp. He did the same to the other one, making it red.
Lust and a potent mixture of hunger and somewhat anger was a raging inferno inside the structure that was Christian.
Her eyes went wide when he smoothly swung her around, bending her over so that she was facing the wall and her ass was stuck out in his face.
Huh?! What the hell?
"How could we forget this?" He spoke darkly, answering her unspoken thought while he shimmied her lace thong down her shapely ass and legs, removing it an excuse just to distract her. He'd ignored her tits completely bending her over at the waist so that her tits were hanging down, her face was brutally pressed into the wall and her arousal was amplified, giving her away.
She was needy and wanted him to suck her nipples.
But her glistening pussy was in his face, too.
Her pussy was flooded with juices, drenching everything that touched it. Including that underwear that was now pressed in his nose, sniffing deeply.
"Please... Christian." Ana wailed.
"You smell so good baby." He rasped.
Her pussy lips were sloppy and sticky with wetness, she mewled when Christian was yet relentless and was inspecting it by opening them with his thumbs. She screeched.
"Patience, minx." He slapped his palm down on those ass cheeks again and again, making her flesh red, harder and harder still.
She was panting and squirming in his hold now.
He leaned his weight completely over her back now and cupped her boobs in his palm now, securing them. Opening his mouth wide he suddenly clamped it down on her earlobe, pulling it with his teeth. She yelped and cried out in pain and shock. He mauled her nipples and pinched them between his fingers as she made the sound, slapping her soundly on her ass to quieten her down.
"Hush, kitten." He said harshly.
"Now show me these tits." He turned her back up and walked her to the small comfortable sofa in the room, waiting for them to be used for their sexual activities for the next hour or more.
He was determined to make her ride his thick cock to the hilt.
He made her sit with her legs tucked under her knees and her chest sticking out, on the sofa, while he himself sat on his knees on the floor to level up with her.
Without saying another word, he leaned in and attacked her soft boob and bit her nipple hard. He licked and bit her nipples again and again while she was moaning and screaming, losing herself in the sea of lust. The more he was biting, the more she felt herself getting wetter for him.
"More" She croak out, and despite having her breasts assaulted enough, she couldn't get enough of that. The bite of his mouth was bringing her a heady combination of both pain and pleasure.
He knew that her nipples were sore as much as they were red and sensitive now, so he decided to ignore her and readied up to fuck her hard and sexy.
"You want to get fucked, my sweet sweet little kitten?" He asked devilishly.
The intent behind his sweet wording was crystal clear. He was going to have his wicked way with her.
"I'm going to have so much fun wrecking up that slippery pussy." He whispered, an edge to his deep voice. "Be careful when you ride it, I don't want you to slip off." He chuckled.
He was standing to his full height now, her innocent face peering up at him with those longing blues. Her face level with his throbbing cock.
He leisurely stroked his cock over his dress pants, long fingers rubbing and moving up and down. She looked at him, startled when a rubbery tip touched her full mouth and when she gasped at it, Christian slipped it in her mouth, taking her by surprise. She was shocked to see the erotic display of his cock hanging out of his suit pants, thick and veiny. When he had opened up his pants to take out his member, she didn't know. The more she took in her mouth, the more shocked she got over his sheer size because he was too big to fit in completely, making her gag. And his sheer strength. The more she gasped, the more he pressed inside, taking her by shock, relentlessly bobbing her head at his own rhythm.
"Pop" He plucked it out and the ribbons of saliva leisurely spilled from her mouth onto her tits and down his cock when he looked at it, fueling both of their desire and need. He loosened the grip on her hair completely, letting her go.
She hated that he'd put his dirty as fuck cock in her mouth and wanted to slap it away when he was about to, but he was quick and forced it in anyway.
Due to which there was something so erotic about his thick cock hanging out of his pants, his sexy-as-sin masculine hands hanging by his sides, his adroit fingers working gracefully. Now that she was huffing from the forced assault given to her, she was raging with something primal and destructive. Whether it accosted herself, she just wanted to see him getting destroyed in the process. Her eyes were filled with a burning rage.
"You want this disrespect?" He asked in unbridled depravity that was all consuming and Ana was wanting to be devoured by it all. He moved her up and plopped down on the sofa, tugging her hand to make her sit astride him.
"When I fuck you balls deep, I want you to mewl like a kitten. Ready?"
She nodded her head.
He made her straddle him and then sunk her down on his cock deeply, pushing in.
She let out an ear piercing shriek.
Damn!
The action made him grip her ass harder reflexively, fueled by her screams, his fingers digging in her flesh painfully, while he sank her deeper and deeper onto him.
"Ahhhhh..." She cried out.
"Hush kitten." He said in a sing song voice before he caught himself singing her a lullaby the way she was squirming.
When she was fully seated on his balls, he threw her up and down forcefully since she was being lazy at first with lust. But as he did this motion, her pussy stretched to the point of pain and she screamed with the pleasure it brought her. This filled the rage inside of her, needing to destroy everything, him and her, in process.
She wanted to fuck him as much as he was fucking her, even if it got her pussy destroyed in the process.
So she began to hop up and down forcefully, while grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head carelessly.
He eyes went wide, fueling his ego and turning him into a beast. He knew where she was going and began to fuck her deeper and harder, with controlled but irregular movements.
"Ahhhhh..." They couldn't stop moaning.
She practically started to mewl like a kitten when bit her neck.
He was making her ride his thick length down the tip to the balls up.
In and out.
Over and over again.
To the point when her pussy was stretched to the hilt and was splitting open again and again to accommodate his girth.
She was feeling the pain of the stretch, but she was also feeling the pleasure where he was drilling into her and she'd never felt sexier.
He rubbed her clit again and again when she ended up squirting over him, drenching his cock, thanks to him taking his pants off before he sat down. He got angsty when her pussy squirted but he couldn't also blame her the way he had brutally fucked her non stop.
Her sensitive pussy came don't know how many times, since he was ruthlessly drilling into her again and again. Finally, he erupted and slowed his pace to an erotic laziness as he filled her spellbinding cunt with his warm cum. The slowness giving sometime for her twitching pussy to recover from the exercise her friend gave to her.
Finally he let her get up from her horseriding session, slipping out of her, when she let out a calming sigh.
His stormy grey eyes met hers and as much as he was still hungry for her, he was also satisfied and rejuvenated. He walked around to her and her hands wrapped around his neck while they shared a scorching smooch, intending on eating each other again as his hands were playing with her soft as bun ass.
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