Just Breathe, Chapter 16 – Building a Relationship
Friday night
Ana's POV
"Christian, I want us to continue your weekly sessions. Ana, you are more than welcome to talk to me, but if you feel I am compromised by my history with Christian...I can recommend two or three therapists for you to interview." John stood and stretched. "Payment for tonight will be watching the two of you depart…holding hands and making sincere efforts for the rest of the weekend to reconnect with one another…and Christian…I'm not just talking about sex."
We walked to the elevator, hand in hand. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at John's statement.
"What's so funny?" Christian asked.
"I was just thinking that when you tell me what you plan to do to me in bed…that's not really communicating."
"Body language, Miss Steele, and…may I remind you, we're in an elevator in a public place, so don't bite that lip."
"Pervert," I whispered to him. We spent the elevator ride to the parking area kissing.
"Oh the things I'm going to do to your smart mouth…" he said, tugging me toward the car when we exited the elevator.
XX
"I want you, Ana," he murmurs as his gaze slides over my body. "Thank you for tonight with John. Thank you for wanting me despite my fifty shades of fucked up."
His proximity is overwhelming, exhilarating. The familiar pull is there, all my synapses goading me toward him; my inner goddess performs a pole dance. Staring at the patch of hair in the V of his shirt, I bite my lip; helpless, driven by desire…I want to taste him there. Someday, Christian, let me touch your chest, my heart pleads silently.
He's so close, but he doesn't touch me. His heat warms my skin. "Right now, after a really long day, I just want to bury myself in you and just forget everything but us."
"I'm going to touch your face," I breathe, and see his surprise reflected briefly in his eyes before his acceptance registers. Lifting my hand, I caress his cheek, and run my fingertips across his stubble. He closes his eyes and exhales, leaning his face into my touch. I am like a blind person, running my hands over his eyebrows, his cheeks and his mouth.
His mouth softly closes on mine, coaxing, coercing my lips apart as his arms fold around me, pulling me to him. His hand moves up my back, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my head and tugging my braid gently, while his other hand flattens on my behind, forcing me against him. I moan softly.
"I want you," I murmur.
His mouth joins with mine again, and I feel his hungry desperation, his need for me.
"You. Are. Beautiful," he says again, his tone emphatic.
"And you're amazingly sweet sometimes." I kiss him gently. "But right now, I don't want sweet, or soft, or slow…"
"We aim to please," he says as he shreds my underwear.
XX
"I need to ask you about something." Christian said, holding me in his arms. "You said you'd never leave, yet you were out the door before you knew your mind."
"When did I say I'd never leave?" I'm astonished.
"In your sleep. It was the most comforting thing I'd heard in so long, Ana. It made me relax. You also said you loved me," he whispers. "Is that now in the past tense?" His voice is low, laced with anxiety.
"No, Christian, it's not. My feelings for you haven't changed," I whisper.
He gazes at me and he looks vulnerable as he exhales. "Good," he murmurs. He kisses my forehead. "Please move in with me. Please, Ana," he whispers, emphasizing both words, pleading. He kisses me sweetly and passionately again before he talks. "I feel your courage, your strength, and your love, Ana. I love you. I'm sorry I wasn't the kind of man who deserved you when we met; but these last few days have shown me that I am nothing without you. I can't live without you."
"I don't want to talk about moving in tonight. It's late and I just want to fall asleep in your arms. Besides, I think moving in requires more mediation from John." I yawn.
XXXXX
Saturday, July 10
Ana's POV
"I want Ana to move in with me, but she says we have to talk about it." Christian replied dryly.
"Talk about it?" John looked at me quizzically.
"You know…rules…mergers…NOT acquisitions." I said. "I'm domestic, he's not. With Gail, I don't need to worry about cleaning the house or cooking every day, but I would really like to wash my own underwear. He thinks that's silly. But if I'm not asking him to wash it, or fold it, or put it away, what the issue? If I cook for us on weekends then I'm cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. End of discussion." I make fruit salad, and clear off dishes and load the dishwasher while John and Christian sit at the breakfast bar and drink coffee.
Christian practically growls. "I can hire someone to do that."
"I grew up where if you made the mess, you clean it up. I'm not comfortable leaving a sink full of dirty dishes to greet Gail with every Monday morning when she returns to work. It's rude. John, do I need to do domestic chores in my underwear just so he doesn't argue with me? Besides, you have 25 man dates coming up with Theo, Carrick and Elliott to see Mariners' baseball games. I can always cook or do my laundry when you are gone."
"I thought you would do girl things on those days with Kate, Mia or mom." Christian protested.
"Christian…I don't need to be babysat by your mother, you sister or Kate. I'm an adult woman. We need to spend appropriate time apart to appreciate the time we spend together. If I want to go lingerie shopping while you're at a baseball game; you need to cope. If I want to go see Ray while you're at a baseball game; you need to cope. If I want to spend that time gossiping with Kate, you need to cope. The thing is…you don't get to determine who or what or how I spend my time when you aren't with me."
"Anastasia…I need to know you are safe." Christian retorted.
"Christian…do you want me to start carrying my gun?" I threaten.
"Anastasia…" he said warningly.
"Christian…" I mock his tone of voice. "Wednesday you have a Mariners' night game date with Theo, Carrick and Elliott. I need to go to a salon for a manicure and a pedicure. Now, I am willing to tell you my plans in advance for security reasons. However, you are not my father. I am not sixteen and I will not ask permission to do what I want to do. Now, I have not found a new salon, but I'm looking; and that will be my decision also. I need to do girly things this Wednesday, because I'm asking Ray to come to town next weekend."
"Why…" Christian asked slowly.
"Because if I move in with you, there are things to do next weekend. I want Ray to install a tankless hot water heater at Kate's as my moving out gift to them. I need to pack my clothes. I need to explain that I'm moving in with you to Ray. Plus, I'm not moving in with you until my cast comes off."
Christian started to protest, but I cut him off. "I want to be the one who packs my underwear and clothes to move here. I understand I don't need my furniture, Ray can take it back to Montesano. I want my books, my comforter and my personal stuff."
"There's a lot more going on here than furniture," John noted. "Christian…choose one or the other… Ana gets to wash her underwear or she doesn't move in with you."
"That's not a fair choice," Christian protested.
"Totally fair…you're giving Ana an ultimatum before you get her to agree to move in." John said. "For a brilliant businessman, you suck at negotiation with the fairer sex. Ana, as long as you don't ditch your security detail or compromise your relationship with Christian, I think you get a free pass to do whatever while Christian is on man dates with his family."
Christian's face was thunderous. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
"Ana, what's your policy on bathroom privacy?" John asked.
"Closed door and no guests," I said firmly. "This is not up for discussion. If I want to shave my legs or do other lady parts things, I don't want an audience."
"Then I get to fart around you," Christian smirked.
"I don't know," I countered. "Kate says Elliott's farts practically knock her unconscious or throw her out of bed due to the vibrations."
"Farts….and food " his mouth morphed into a pout. "You have to be comfortable eating around me."
"You can't nag at me about eating. I know how much I can eat without being uncomfortable or getting sick. I know how to eat healthy to keep my body fueled." I said. "Are you a big baby when you get sick? Ray becomes a hermit. Kate is positively social when she's ill because she's trying to give away whatever bug she has. Carla morphs into Mrs. Bennett when she's ill."
"Mrs. Bennett…" John and Christian echo each other.
"Hypochondriac…" I grimace.
"Oh, well…it's been so long since I've been sick. Grey House hosts flu clinics every fall for staff, so I get a shot then. I have regular checkups and dental visits. I eat healthy and exercise." He shrugs. "You'd have to ask mom if I'm a big baby."
John snickered. "You two don't have a clue about the love, honor, and negotiate stuff. You know how much Christian makes an hour; does he know how much you make an hour? I know Christian can take care of you, but I know you want to feel independent. So other than your school loans, is there a no fly zone he should not breach? Do you need to develop a household budget?"
"Do your morning schedules clash? Is Ana responsible for setting an alarm for you? Are you responsible for waking her? Do your night schedules clash? Do your weekend schedules clash? Ana, do you have something to do when Christian's being a workaholic? Everyone needs their own personal space sometimes…where is Ana's personal space in your penthouse? Have the two of you ever spent several hours in a confined space like a car, when you travel? That tells you a lot about a person. Are you music habits compatible; are your TV habits compatible? Are your exercise habits compatible?" John continued, stopping to sip his coffee.
"I know you both said maybe to kids, but before you have kids…I want you to spend an extended weekend with children…all ages and all stages. Is Christian going to be the kind of father who changes diapers? Is he going to hire a nanny? Who is going to be in charge of washing dirty sheets and towels? Who will be the disciplinarian? How about pets? The children will want pets. What kind, how many, who cares for them, who takes them to the vet? Who buries them in the back yard? Who is going to have the circle of life talk with the children?"
"Are you always going to have a housekeeper who cooks? Is Christian going to learn to cook at least one meal? You need to grocery shop with one another at least once, and I don't mean a quick run to the wine store while out on an impromptu picnic. Do either of you have food allergies? Likes, dislikes, and habits other than Christian nagging at you to eat." John was on a roll, there was no trying to answer questions at this time.
"You have to talk about holidays. Christian hates celebrating his birthday. Do you have holiday traditions? Do you know how to deal with one another's obnoxious relatives? Is he snoopy? Is she snoopy? Can you hide a present in the house without it being found early? Can you shop for a present without getting found out? How do you feel about having sex at his mother's house, her mother's house? Are public displays of affection allowed or encouraged? There are so many things to work out when you move in together." He finally paused.
"I just need four assurances from Christian. One… I've been freaking out that Elena is abusing some boy in her dungeon because she's pissed off at you about me. I'm asking, for the sake of my sanity in this, have someone watch that woman and keep her away from children. Two…back off on trying to control me. Before you go making a decision for my life and expect me to live with it; you have to talk to me. Three…promise to give me space to think and breathe. Please understand you're overwhelming. Four…you have to learn to let me touch you. I can move in with you if you give me those four assurances."
"I can do that but I need four assurances from you." Christian countered, "Talking, gun, security, birth control." He ticked them off on his fingers. "When you are upset you have to tell me, even if it is locking yourself in a bathroom and texting me. I can't go through another week of not talking. Two; I hate guns. Will you consider giving Ray your gun and letting him take it back to Montesano when you move in with me?"
"Yes, but you have to allow Taylor to show me where guns are kept here. If someone gets in and Taylor is incapacitated, I want to be able to defend us. I have been taught respect, safety and correct use of weapons to defend myself and those I love."
"Does that mean you will accept 24/7 security?" Christian asked.
"I won't fight about having security if you agree to the terms I specified before," I said. "No one in my office or conference room when I'm working. No one follows me to the bathroom at the office. No one comes into the bathroom with me at the office. No bugging my office. No bugging my work spaces. No bugging of any kind…especially not GPS trackers on my phone. If I go shopping, no one follows me into a dressing room. NO CCTV in the bathrooms here! NO CCTV in the bedrooms here!"
"I can deal with those terms, as long as you agree my IT and security can weed out emails, messages, mail and packages delivered to Grey House or Grey Annex or Escala that are designed to hurt or harass you. Also, Taylor and Sawyer need to have four hours of your undivided attention. They want to do some basic security training with you. Things like not exiting the car until they open the door, etc. No going to lunch at places they haven't had a chance to secure."
"Agreed," I smile. I would put up with security guards as long as he loves me and wants to be with me. I didn't need assurance that we were forever, but I want more with him. I also know if we end this relationship; it would be a long time for my heart to heal. "I need a female security guard," I informed Christian. "I need to find a lady parts doctor. I don't feel like hauling Sawyer into a waiting room where he's either going to get hit on or get hit by PMSing women."
"I'll ask Taylor to find someone." Christian said.
"About that..." I paused. "Could I have Prescott?"
"Who is Prescott?" Christian asked.
"Female, security guard, Grey Annex, works out mornings in the gym. I don't know her, but I liked the look of her. Ex-military, mid-thirties, Amazon. Also, she runs, which is a reason I want her. I would have someone to run with at Grey Annex when my friends and co-workers can't run."
"Taylor can do a background check on her and then talk to her and offer her a position." Christian said. "Do you have a doctor for your lady parts?"
"Not here in Seattle. I just used the campus clinic before." I admitted.
"So, if I got a doctor to come here..." Christian offered.
"Not going to happen," I said. "I don't want a doctor making house calls, or running a gauntlet of security guards, media, etc., and I would prefer that you didn't ask your mother for a reference."
"Where ever you go, it will have to be vetted by security and they have to sign an NDA." Christian noted.
"Deal. I'd rather have a private doctor/private practice than go to a big clinic where paparazzi can stalk me." I shudder.
"Will you feel I'm going overboard if I turn one of the bedrooms into a workout room for you?" Christian asked.
"You mean home gym for us…dual treadmills for running, dual weight machines for him and her?" I sigh. "I know you need to use the gym downstairs or the gym at Grey House when you kick box with Claude. I like running with you, but right now, with the media, I'm not comfortable about running in public. I can use the gym at Grey Annex unless you don't want me working out there in front of your Grey Annex security guards." I give him a look.
"I just wanted you to be able to work out without having security. If there was a home gym here, you could…." Christian started to suggest.
"I can't run in the park like I used to, so Grey Annex solves problems. I'm going to use the gym at Grey Annex with coworkers. It beats paying for a gym membership somewhere where the showers are open to the universe and there are no private dressing rooms. Sawyer can watch the gym; Prescott can run with me; you can tell the guys watching my six to work out some other time. Although, if I have a really tight schedule, it would be nice to have the option to run here at night or on weekends."
"Done, I will get Elliott to put a home gym in the large guest bedroom upstairs." Christian smiled. "I promise I won't nag at you to use it. Is there anything else to change before you move in?"
"Could I have the library as an office? Move the billiard table to the media room? Put in a desk, file cabinets, etc. for me?" I ask.
"Can do – Elliott can complete a home office for you at the same time as the home gym. So, I get two weeks to effect changes?" Christian smirked.
"I'm not moving in until the cast comes off, and only after I have the conversation with Ray." I reiterate.
"So is there something else we should be discussing?" John asked. As neither of them said anything, he continued. "Here's the list of questions I asked, you have to work on answering them with one another. Additionally…no moving in until you go away for a romantic weekend with one another," John said.
"Are you serious?" Christian snapped.
"As a heartbeat," John said. "You drag me over here on a Saturday to mediate your moving in negotiations when I should at home helping Rhiann with sick boys…you're going to pay the piper. Just consider yourself lucky that I'm not making you go camping with Ray to ask his permission for Ana to move in. I would give him strict orders not to do anything but fish. You would have to figure out how to get where you are going without asking for directions or using a GPS, put up the tent, build a fire, grill dinner, fetch water and make comfortable sleeping arrangements. Taylor and Sawyer would be under strict orders not to help you out. So…are you going to do this my way, or the hard way?"
"Romantic weekend it is," Christian agreed.
"Good, how are the journals coming?" John asked.
"Haven't touched it," Christian said.
"Started it," Ana said. "I'm devoting one page to each issue, writing down the questions and issues. Additionally, I've decided I want my own therapist. Of course…Christian wants it to be a woman, and vetted and she has to sign an NDA."
"I can deal with that," John promised.
XX
Lunch was over. Christian helped me make sub sandwiches and he liked the fruit salad. Once we cleaned up, he sat on one of the stools and pulled me close. "So…are we going to play 20 Questions or play with each other?"
"How about both," I nibble on his ear. "You go collect a couple of toys from the playroom, and I'll meet you in the bedroom. John doesn't need to know how creative we get when conversing with one another. How many pieces of clothes are you wearing?"
"Shoes, socks, jeans, boxers, t-shirt, shirt – six." He counts off. "How many are you wearing?"
"Shoes, socks, jeans, undies, bra, t-shirt – six. How about we count shoes and socks as one piece of clothes? I ask a question – if you answer it to my satisfaction – I take off one piece of clothes. I ask, you ask." I explain.
"Strip questions?" His eyes gleam. "You are a surprise, Miss Steele. Is there a bonus round for the toys?"
"No; they are the incentive for honesty." I smile.
XX
"Toy time…" He says. "Trust me?" he asks softly.
I nod.
He holds out his hand, and in his palm are two round, shiny, silver balls, linked with a thick black silky braided thread. "These need to be warmed up, which I'm going to do by slipping them into your bra. When you lose your bra, I want you to put them in your mouth to lubricate them. I am going to put these inside you, and then I'm going to spank you, not for punishment, but for your pleasure and mine." He pauses, gauging my wide-eyed reaction.
Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. He's asking my permission! Breathlessly, I nod. I'm incapable of speech. He reaches up under my t-shirt, and caresses and cups my breasts while he slips the balls into my bra. His arms go around me and he pulls me close. "You are so fucking beautiful. I want you so much. But…it's question time." He withdraws and steps away to admire my body.
"Question one…" I pause and decide what to ask. "Was Elena ever in your playroom?"
"No, not as a guest or a participant," Christian says. "I swear on Mom's never finding out about Elena and me."
"Fair enough," I sit and take off my shoes and socks.
"I remember getting a picture of those toes," his eyes darken. "Do you like foot massages?"
"Yes…" I smile. "What a waste of a question."
He slips off his shoes and socks. I admire his feet. "Come here," he says, and stands me so my toes touch his toes. "I promise not to touch your body, but my toes like your toes. Because of the nerve endings in the sole and toes, the sensations produced by massage or sucking feet and toes can cause pleasurable sensations in your girly parts. The part of your brain that gets pleasure from your toes and feet is a neighbor to the part of your brain that gets pleasure from your girly parts." He smirks.
I sigh. "Next question, if I asked you to redecorate your playroom so that I don't feel the ghosts of the women who were in there previously, would you be offended?"
"No, I wouldn't be offended, but since I don't know if you want to be in there at all, I'm not sure you want me to redecorate it or dismantle it." His voice is surprised.
"Fair answer," I step back and shimmy off my jeans. "It's just that I won't move in until my cast comes off and you don't want to take me in there until it does. So I'm wondering if I need it to be redecorated to feel comfortable in there."
"But you're not sure," he asks.
I shake my head no.
"Toy time," he announces. "I need the balls." He holds out his hand.
"Come and get them," I challenge him.
His eyes darken. "We aim to please, Miss Steele." His hands reach for me, one arm circling my waist, one hand snaking up under my T-shirt. He kisses me, plundering my mouth while his hands cup my breasts and then slowly remove the balls. He rolls them over and over my nipples, making them harden. "Oh Miss Steele, you like that don't you?" He kisses me again and I moan.
"Open your mouth." He whispers wickedly. "Wider, like you plan to take all of me in your mouth," he smirks.
I comply.
Very gently, he puts the balls in my mouth. "They need lubrication. Suck," he orders, his voice soft.
The balls are warm, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and metallic tasting. My dry mouth pools with saliva as my tongue explores the unfamiliar objects. Christian's gray gaze does not leave mine. Holy hell, this is turning me on. I squirm slightly.
He moves me over to the bed. He throws the duvet aside. He puts his thumb on my chin and opens my mouth to retrieve the balls. He sits down on the edge of the bed. "Come here and turn around, bend down, spread your legs and grasp your ankles."
He places his hand reverently on my backside and very softly caresses it with his whole hand. With my eyes open, I can see his legs through mine, nothing else. I close my eyes tightly as he gently moves my panties to the side and slowly runs his finger up and down my sex. My body braces itself in a heady mix of wild anticipation and arousal. He slides one finger inside me, and he circles it deliciously slowly.
Oh, it feels good, my inner goddess moans.
His breathing halts and I hear him gasp as he repeats the motion. He withdraws his finger and very slowly inserts the objects, one slow, delicious ball at a time.
Oh my. They're body temperature, warmed by my breasts and my mouth. It's a curious feeling. Once they're inside me, I can't really feel them – but then again I know they're there.
He straightens my panties and leans forward, and his lips softly kiss my tailbone. "Stand up," he orders, and shakily I straighten up.
Oh! Now I can feel them… sort of. He grasps my hips to steady me while I re-establish my equilibrium. The balls pull downward and involuntarily I clench around them. The feeling startles me but not in a bad way.
"How does that feel?" he asks.
"Strange."
"Strange good or strange bad?"
"Strange good," I confess, blushing.
"Good." There's a trace of humor lurking in his eyes.
"My question. Will you, after you move in, come to Grey House for lunch one day so I can introduce you to my PA, Andrea and my second, Roz?"
"I will do that if you give me a tour of your office. We can plan where you're going to hang those pictures of me you bought from José." I reply.
"Acceptable," he smiles and strips off his shirt. I admire how his t-shirt molds his chest and biceps. "Do you like what you see, Miss Steele?"
"Yes," I murmur, feeling my inside clutch against the balls causing a warm feeling to cascade through my insides. "My question…why do you workout so much?"
"Exercise chases some of the demons from my head. Sometimes it calms me. Sometimes it helps me sleep. Sometimes I formulate plans of action." He shrugs. "Does my strength and physical fitness bother you?"
"No," I look him over from head to toe. "I like your body." I strip off my t-shirt and feel the balls move inside me. My insides clench around them, caressing them.
Christian stares at the pretty blue bra and panties I'm wearing. I swear his eyes smolder. "Very pretty." He clears his throat. "My question was about my strength and physical fitness. I liked your answer." He strips off his jeans and I can see his erection outlined in his black boxers.
"I think you're in a hurry, Mr. Grey." I sigh and formulate my next question.
"Actually, I think you should go get the bottle of wine chilling in the cooler and a couple glasses. There's no one out there to see you in your underwear." He suggests.
As I leave the bedroom, it becomes abundantly clear why he wants me to walk around – as I do; the balls weigh down inside me, massaging me internally. It's such a weird feeling and not entirely unpleasant. In fact, my breathing accelerates as I stretch up for glasses from the rack and the wine from the cooler. I gasp. Oh my… I may have to keep these. They make me needy, needy for sex.
He watches me carefully when I return. "Thank you," he says as he takes the wine and glasses from me. "You forgot a corkscrew," he smirks.
I don't say a word; I go back to the bar and find a corkscrew. Personally, I'd drop it on the floor and have to go back for another one just to enjoy the sensations but he would call me on it.
"Thank you again," he smirks. He takes the corkscrew from me and places it next to the wine on the nightstand.
I won't scowl at him, I'm enjoying his toy too much; but I won't act stupid either. I know he did that deliberately. "My question right?" I ask innocently. "Why do you like to watch me sleep?"
"When you are sleeping you are so pretty, and cuddly, and it calms me to watch you sleep. My nightmares go away when you're in my arms." He admits.
I smile at him and slip my bra off – tossing it across the room. His eyes light up with interest.
"My question," he says, not taking his eyes off my breasts. "Were you serious about doing housework in your underwear?"
"If that's what it takes to make you let me do household chores," I say. "You might warn security to keep the cameras off and stay out of the main living areas while you are gone. We wouldn't want them seeing me in my underwear."
His eyes darken at my answer. "I don't like your answer but that's not the rules of the game. Honesty wins you my T-shirt." He pulls it off and tosses it at me.
I hold it to my nose, close my eyes and breathe deep. "It's probably a good thing that Mrs. Jones does your laundry. I like the way you smell…I like your body wash…I like your cologne…I'd probably lose hours from my life standing in the laundry room smelling your clothes. God knows just walking into your closet makes my head spin. Clean linen and Christian…" I smell the shirt again and toss it into the pile where my other clothes have landed.
"Your last question," he said. "Make it count."
I put my arms behind my back and cock my head, ala Christian, examining his face for a minute or two.
"Should we have put a time penalty on the questions?" He asks.
"I have my question. I just don't know how you plan to answer." I said.
"Just ask," he sighed and shook his head.
"Can I touch you?" I asked.
"How…where?" He asked.
"Maybe I could keep my hands behind my back and just press my breasts against your chest? Or maybe you could walk over here and hold my arms and touch as you feel comfortable?"
He gazes at me for a minute and walks over to a chair and sits. He holds out his hand to me. I cross to him and he helps me straddle his thighs. I almost gasp at the feel of those damn balls moving inside me. I put my hands behind my back and close my eyes.
He pulls my mouth to him and kisses me over and over again. He wraps his arms around me and gently pulls me against his chest. He moans as he begins rubbing against me. My nipples harden and as they brush against his warm skin it causes involuntary clenching in my core. He gasps and pulls me immobile against his chest; plundering my mouth. "I want you so much," he murmurs. "I want to fuck your breasts." He pushes me off his lap and strips off his boxers. He pulls me to my knees and wraps his hands around my breasts which encircle his aroused cock. The repetitive motion sets off tremors in my core and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I put my hands on his and slow his thrusts. Eventually I move my breasts away from him and take him in my mouth. Just a few hard sucks to the back of my throat and Christian's body trembles as he empties himself in my mouth. I keep sucking and swallowing until Christian moans and thrusts one more time, trying to get to the back of my throat again. His hands fist in my hair one last time before his hips stop thrusting and rolling. He sighs as I slip him out of my mouth. I sit back on my heels, my hands behind my back. He stares at me hungrily before he moves.
He gets up and opens the wine, pouring glasses of the cool crisp wine. He offers one to me but I shake my head and indicate my hands against my back. Gently he holds the glass to my mouth and offers me a sip. I hold it in my mouth for a moment, appreciating the coolness, the crisp taste. He sips his and offers me another sip which I take.
"I owe you my panties," I finally say, looking up at him though my lashes.
I owe you a question for my boxers," he said. "Are you ready to play?"
"Yes…sir," My reply slips softly through my lips. Christian rises and helps me to my feet. He pulls me over to the bed where he sits with his hands on my hips. He kisses across my body from one hip bone to another. My core tightens again and I just feel soaked from his toy massaging me internally. He removes my panties gently, helping me to step out of them. He tugs me down, over his knees. I fall instantly, and he steadies me as I land in his lap. His hand gently strokes my behind. I'm angled across his lap so that my torso rests on the bed beside him. He brushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. Once he's done, he clasps my hair at the nape to hold me in place. He tugs gently and my head shifts back.
"I want to see your face while I spank you, Anastasia," he murmurs, all the while softly rubbing my backside. His hand moves down between the cheeks of my behind, and he pushes against my sex, and the feeling is… the sensation is exquisite. "This is for pleasure, mine and yours," he whispers softly.
He lifts his hand and brings it down in a slap against the junction of my thighs, my behind, and my sex. The balls are forced forward inside me, and I'm lost in a quagmire of sensation. The stinging across my behind, the fullness of the balls inside me, and the fact that he's holding me down. I sigh, attempting to absorb all these foreign feelings. He caresses my backside again, trailing his palm across my skin at the top of my ass.
Then his palm disappears, and he brings it down again. I groan as the sensation spreads. He starts a pattern: left to right and then down. The down ones are the best. Everything moving forward, inside me… and in between each smack he caresses me, kneads me – so I am massaged inside and out. It's such a stimulating, erotic feeling and there is no pain…just mounting desire.
I writhe on his legs, not because I want to escape the blows, but I want… more, release, something. His touch against my sensitized skin is all sensuous tingle. It's overwhelming, and he starts again. A few soft slaps then building up, left to right and down. Oh, the downs, I groan.
"You are so wet," he sighs, and his breathing is ragged. He spanks me twice more, and turns me over on the bed. "Toy number two, restraint and blindfold. He slips a black satin blindfold on me and ties my hands with a black satin tie, anchoring them over my head. He pulls me down on the bed and spreads my legs. He pulls at the thread attached to the balls and jerks them out of me suddenly. I almost climax – the feeling is out of this world. Moving swiftly, his mouth licks and sucks me while his fingers thrust into me. In less than a minute I am detonating around him. His touch gentles until my climax subsides and then he starts again. "Don't move…and don't talk. Concentrate on how you feel…"
I'm moaning out my pleasure a second time when he stills again…waiting for me to stop moving, stop climaxing…then he begins again, harder…more demanding…I try not to react to his touch, but I can't. "Please," I beg him; "Please, I need you."
His hands caresses my warm ass and he eases himself onto me, into me, sliding slowly, filling me where the silver globes have been.
I groan loudly feeling his hand massage my ass, tilting my pelvis up to meet his while he fills my channel over and over.
"Oh, baby," he whispers as he moves back, forward, a slow sensual tempo, savoring me, feeling me. It is the most gentle he has ever been, and he slides into me over and over until I spiral into a delicious, intense, exhausting orgasm. As I clench around him, it ignites his release, and he slides into me, stilling, gasping out my name in desperate wonder, both his hands grasping my ass and holding me in place.
"Ana!" He quiets and presses against me, pinning me to the bed. Finally, his hands leave my ass, and he removes my blindfold and restraints. He rests on his forearms; staring down at me. "I enjoyed that," he whispers, and then kisses me sweetly over and over, lingering inside me while my core continues to contract around him. "Don't go anywhere," he murmurs, disappearing into the bathroom.
On his return he carries a bottle of white lotion. He sits beside me on the bed. "Roll over," he orders, and begrudgingly I move on to my front. "Your ass is a glorious color," he says approvingly, and he tenderly massages the cooling lotion on my pink behind.
"Mmmm," I moan. I liked the warmth, but the lotion and his hands feel so soothing and feel so good.
"I'd better stop…you might make me horny again, and you should rest." He sighs, slides in bed beside me, and pulls me into his arms. He spoons me and covers us with the duvet. He kisses me very softly beside my ear. "I love you…I enjoyed playing strip questions with you." His arm slides around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I wouldn't mind doing that again."
I fall asleep while he kisses my hair.
XX
I wake up, melting under the heat of Christian. I slip out of the bed and go to the bathroom. I brush my hair and braid it, getting it away from my face. I'm getting ready to go find a book to read and let Christian sleep; when there is a knock on the bathroom door. I open it and Christian pulls me into his arms; wrapping one arm around my waist and the other cradling my head. He pulls me against his chest and stands there until his breathing evens out. "What?" I whisper to him.
"I dreamed you left me; I woke up and you were gone," He says. "Before I went berserk, I realized the bathroom door was shut…which meant you were in here."
I looked up at him through my lashes. "I love you…I didn't leave."
"I love you, Ana," his hand leaves my head and finds my braid. He tugs it, tipping my head up to him. His lips sought mine, passionate and needy. I held on to his biceps, reveling in their strength. His kiss dominates my mouth before he kisses my jaw and throat, and that little hollow beneath my ear. I swear my knees buckle. Before my senses are overwhelmed; he pressed a final kiss to my forehead as our breathing slowed. After a moment, his eyes met mine. "I will keep you safe, my love. Whatever it takes, I will protect you. I will support you as you seek out your dreams. I will cherish you the way you deserve to be cherished."
"You have given me more security, comfort and peace than I knew in times I lived alone with Carla. You've also given me more restless nights than I have ever known. But, you're so been worth my loss of sleep." I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
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