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I looked up a him and couldn't help but to melt in his arms, I unknowingly bite my lip and I heard him gasp but didn't take my eyes away from his. I couldn't break eye contact just yet, I barely get to look at these beautiful eyes.
"You are so beautiful..." He says, "Do you know how badly I want you? How much it hurts me to see you with another man?"
"Yes, sir."
I knew going to hang out with Jose was going to came back on me. Isn't that what you wanted? There was no way I could get away with him not finding out, I saw Sawyer following me this morning, but I kept walking with Jose. Not even thinking of the repercussions.
"I don't think you do, when I saw you this morning - you looked so happy and free. I wish I was different to allow you to be that way with me...but you broke the rules, Anastasia. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." He was with Sawyer? So he saw first hand.
"Then you won't be surprised by your punishment..." His hands went to my hair, gripping it so I couldn't move my face and he slowly pressed his lips to mine. The kiss started out slow and sensual, but quickly moved to passionate. He shoved his tongue past my lips and I couldn't help but to moan in pleasure.
I could probably have an orgasm right now.
I moved my fingers through his hair, taking in the feel of it, loving that he is letting me touch more than his shoulders. Christian is running his hands up and down my body, cupping my ass every other time, making me want him so much more. I start to run my hands down his neck, massaging as I go... I start to mess with his shirt pulling down a little so I can run my fingers through the little patch of hair thats there.
I guess I go to far, because Christian becomes as stiff as a board and doesn't move. He grabs my wrists and forces them together behind my back, swinging me so I am up against he window... Pushing me so hard against it I feel like its going to break. His grip is so tight around my wrists that it's making my shoulder blades hurt with all of his pulling. All of sudden Christian is off of me, pulling back so far away from me so I can't even reach out and touch him. He is breathing hard and his eyes look dangerous.
"Wha..." I couldn't even make out a word before he turned away from me.
"Don't." I could see his muscles moving throughout his cotton tee due to his heavy breathing. I knew I had just struck a heavy nerve.
Gah! What was I thinking?
"Go to the playroom..." and when I don't move, he turns around and stalks towards me. Grabbing my arms and shaking me, "What did I say? Go to the playroom! Now!"
He lets me go and I couldn't help but to stumble back and fall on my ass...of course. I immediately get up and run to the playroom, I undress and try to hide my nerves. But I can't help it, I am scared shitless. I have never even seen him this mad before.
I get in position and all to soon I hear the door open and I see his bare feet in front of me.
"Get up, and go stand in front of the cross, facing it." he says, and I know he is all Dom mode now.
There is no coming back with this Christian.
I get up and walk fast over to the cross, hanging my head the whole way. Not even bothering to look up when I get there.
I just stand there, in my black lace long...waiting for my punishment.
I can feel him moving around me, but he has yet to touch me. I hear one of the drawers open and close and then I can hear him walking towards me, "Arms up, Anastasia."
I throw my arms up hastily and lock my elbows so they wont bend, I know he hates that. Now I'm thinking about what he hates? Look at what got me into this situation...
He ties my already sore wrists to both ends of the cross, making sure that when he moves around me he doesn't touch me one bit. Although I can feel him standing right behind me, its killing me that he isn't touching me. He pulls my hair into a braid until its to his satisfaction; I winced a little when he pulled on it to make sure it was snug.
"I should lock you in here and never let you out, Anastasia. Imagine all of the things I could do to you..."
His voice is so dark and filled with venom, I'm surprised he doesn't notice how nervous I am. I can hear the rattling of the cords against the wooden cross as my body is probably shaking with fear.
"Breathe, baby...Do you know why you are getting punished?"
"Because I touched your chest, sir."
"That's right, and what else?"
"Because I spent time with another man, sir."
"That's right." He placed his hand on my lower back and traced a finger up and down my spine, "who do you belong to, Anastasia...?"
I couldn't think, I could only focus on his hands on my bare back. SMACK! His hand came down on my ass hard and I couldn't help but to yelp.
"QUIET!" I clamped my mouth shut and bit the inside of my lip.
"Now this time, answer me - who do you belong to?"
"You, sir. I belong to you."
"That's right, and you will receive ten spanks with a cane for spending time with that photographer and another ten for touching my chest. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" I couldn't help but to force my answer.
"What are your safe words?"
"Red, sir."
"...and?"
"Yellow, sir."
"Red and Yellow. Alright, I want you to count for me, do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
SMACK! "One!"
SMACK! "Two!"
SMACK! "Three!"
...and it continued until he got to twenty. As soon as the last smack came down he slammed into me. "AHH!"
He didn't say a word. I heard the tear of foil and he gripped my hips so he could thrust into me hard, only stopping once to let me know this wasn't going to end good for me. This was part of my punishment and I needed to realize it. This was for him.
That force that he caused when ever he was inside of me was running throughout my body. I couldn't help but to move my hips a tad here and there so I could get some sort of friction. I just had to make sure I wasn't going to cum. But the way he was holding my hips I just couldn't help moaning once or twice.
Christian didn't say anything about me moaning but he did tighten his grip on my hips after each one.
"Ahh, baby. God, Ana you're so tight..." He kept thrusting until he got his release, "you are mine. Do you understand me?"
I whimpered a little bit but I forced out, "Y-Yes, Sir." I definitely wasn't standing on my feet anymore, the cords were pulling on my wrists and they were the only things holding me up. It hurt so bad but I didn't care. I couldn't, all the fight was drowned out of me and I couldn't stand anymore.
When Christian finally noticed me leaning against the cross and not on my feet, he quickly pulled me against his body with one arm and undid the cords with the other. He picked me up and placed me on the silk covered bed, "I'm going to get you some cream and Advil."
He left the room, and I curled up into a ball. I could feel my skin burning from the cane and it felt like fire ants running over my whole body. I had to will myself not to burst out crying, my tears were threatening to fall any second.
What am I doing?
I heard Christian come back in and the bed dipped when he sat down. As soon as his hand touched me I curled more away from him until I was on the opposite side of the bed.
Then it dawned on me, I need to leave. I needed to get out of here...away from him.
He moved towards me some more and I couldn't stop myself, "No...", and there were the tears. Falling and falling fast, just like had with Christian. I fell for him, and I fell fast and hard.
"Ana...stop being silly, come here." He came forward towards me again and my body started to shiver, I felt like I was having a panic attack.
"R-Red." it was just above a whimper and I don't even know if he heard me.
"Wha-"
"RED!" I flipped around, my body stinging in pain, "I said, RED!" The look on his face was of pure agony and betrayal. He looked like he had just seen his life flash before his eyes, pale and mouth hanging wide open.
Ana I-"
"No. Don't talk to me," I wiped my tears and flung the excess at him, making him jump. "Do you feel that Christian? Huh? Do you know what that is?"
I didn't even give him a chance to speak, "that's what it feels like when someone you love beats you with a cane twenty times!"
I get up fast, wincing in pain and move quickly to the bathroom. I slam the door shut and turn on the light - afraid to look in the mirror. managed to get a glimpse at my back and I could see the red welts already forming, and some dark bruising but I'm really hoping that's not the case.
As soon as I got a glimpse of my ass the tears started falling like a dam being reopened; I sank to my knees and kept crying until I started hiccupping. I tried to fight back the tears or stop them some how...but they just kept falling.
I hear movement behind me by the door, the shadows casting around the bottom. Someone, and I can only imagine it being Christian, falls against the door. Mainly at the bottom, like he's leaning against it for support.
"...Ana?" said a strangled sob.
He's crying? What for?
"...baby, please answer me...Ana, please. Open the door. Do something so I know you're okay," he kept saying my name over and over again. I moved over to the door and leaned my forehead against it- listening to his muffled sobs through the wooden door. Making sure I make the least amount of noise possible - I want him to know that he fucked up.
Those muffled sobs set my water works off again, I tried to fight them but they started coming down harder. I placed my hand against the door, praying that he would go away so I could leave without his notice.
Ha. Yeah right.
"Baby, please...talk to me."
Nothing. Silence.
"Anastasia, if you don't answer me I will break this door down!"
I struggled to talk for a moment, but then I forced out a powerful ,"No!" Followed by my tiny fist banging against the door.
Even through the door I could hear is sigh of relief and leaning back against the door, "thank God..."
"No. No. No." I kept pounding on the door harder and harder until the side of my hand was bright red. Well, might as well match the rest of me. I can only imagine what my make up is doing right now.
After what seems like hours, I finally manage to pull myself up and take a hot bath. I didn't stay in to longer, for the fact of Christian barging in whenever he wanted. I actually am surprised that he hasn't broken the door down or even unlocked it.
I wrap myself in an oversized towel and take a deep breath before I open the door, just enough for me to peek out and make sure Christian is gone. I walk out further because I still don't see anyone. I manage to put my close back on, sans underwear and hold my heels in my hand for my escape. I make it all the way downstairs to the kitchen until I was spotted by Gail, her hands flew up to cover her mouth and her gaze turned into understanding and pissed off at the same time.
Probably at Christian.
She waved me over and put her finger to her mouth, we didn't say one word to each other. Gail handed me a bag that had some comfortable clothes in it and rode down in the elevator with me as I quickly changed out of my dress.
Once we got down to the parking garage, she pulled me into a gentle hug and quietly whispered, "You were and always will be the best thing that has ever happened to him. Even if he doesn't realize it right now. Take care of yourself, sweet girl. I won't say a thing."
END FLASHBACK
Alright guys, we have to talk. I got WAY too many PM's and REVIEWS telling me that if I made this a cheating story...they wouldn't be able to continue. FACT: I may have dangled the possibility of cheating in front of you guys the wrong way but I didn't read in the rules and regulations that I had to send out a play by play of future plans with this story.
I'm going to say this only once, this is my story and if I want to write that Christian was with another person while THEY weren't even TOGETHER, than I will. Because it wouldn't be cheating - GASP! Say what? That's right. It. Would. Not. Be. Cheating.
However. I won't.
Because I love each and every one of your faces. Your faces that I have to imagine while I write this.
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Madss