APOV
It's hard to concentrate on telling him anything when he looks like that. He's dressed in a charcoal suit with a light grey shirt and black tie but it's not his clothes I find distracting, it's his mouth. He's listening intently and running his perfectly manicured index finger over his lips again and again. I wonder who manicures his nails. I'm hoping he doesn't notice the blush creeping up my neck or the way my eyes keep drifting to those long fingers. Get a freaking grip on yourself!
Jack hasn't called me today and he usually does by noon so maybe Christian's tirade worked. It feels strange to me to have to report to Christian about something so personal but I see him relax when I inform him and I wonder if maybe I wasn't taking Jack's obsession seriously enough. I've been living on my own for five years now and while I've never had to deal with a stalker lunatic I've also never had to answer to anyone. It's an unsettling combination of wanting to scream about being a feminist while at the same time wanting to hide under his huge frame and let him take care of me.
Lunch is nice, we don't talk about the Chinese deal one time even though that's the reason we're out, but I think he needs the break more than anything so I don't bring it up. Working so close to him as given me a rare glimpse into his day to day life and the amount of anger and frustration this man deals with is ridiculous. Half the time I want to roll my eyes and remind him that life isn't meant to be lived with such tension but I'm afraid he'll rip my head off like he does to everyone else. His behavior towards me, while at times a little domineering, is nothing like what he dishes out to everyone else.
I realize that you don't get to be in his position, with his wealth and power at 28, without raising your voice a few times. The problem is, Christian does it all the time. I've seen him yell at Olivia, who, I admit is an idiot, over being handed the wrong file. I've seen him yell at Taylor for security issues that he has no control over, I've seen him yell at any number of his staff over things that to me, appear to be nothing. I wonder at what point in our friendship it would be appropriate to suggest a shrink. Earth to Ana, he's talking to you.
"Before I forget, my parents host a summer kick off party each year the first weekend of June. Now that you've met them I was hoping you'd come. I know Kate is coming and of course Mia will be there. It's mostly family and a few of my parents colleagues. BBQ, swimming, a few games and of course, alcohol." He winks at me and I can't help but roll my eyes and take a sip of my wine.
I bet he thinks I'm a drunk.
"What day is it?"
"Saturday the 4th, starts around 2pm and goes until whenever. I'm usually gone by 4 but if you're coming we can stay later. I can pick you up." I love spending time with him and I really want to go so I quickly say yes. A man like Christian can't possibly be interested in a girl like me for more than a few weeks, even just as friends so why the constant invitations? Does he see me as a charity case or something? Obligation?
"You don't have to invite me to everything you know."
"I know that, Ana. I want you to go, my mother called this morning to ask if you were going, I had forgotten all about it. I told her yes, you were, so you can't back out now. Speaking of which, she mentioned that you were, in fact, going to the Coping Together event." Deep breath, Steele, he flew off the handle on this topic before so tread lightly.
"Yes, I am. It was kind of her to invite me and I'm sad you won't be there but it's such a great cause and I'd love to be a part of it. I won't be in any danger, I promise. Where are you going that weekend anyway?"
He takes a bite of his lunch and answers, "Tokyo. We've been involved in the takeover of two small manufacturing plants and have been trying to merge them with a larger conglomerate we've already got established over there. It's been our biggest project over the last two years and this is the end of the line so I can't cancel now or I would. Everything's in limbo, including about 2500 jobs until we close this deal."
He lays his black AMEX card on the table and the waitress immediately takes it and disappears. I cock my head to the side, cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. This whole, 'I pay for everything crap' is getting old fast.
"I'd like to pay for lunch every now and then, Christian. I'm uncomfortable with you always paying, it makes me feel like a loser."
His laugh is hearty and fills the room, captivating the tables of women around us. Those that haven't been blatantly staring at him the entire time begin to now and even I admit that he is, hands down, the most attractive man I've ever met. He's immune to the stares and leers around him and reaches out to touch my hand, joy surging through me at the tiny contact. I want to waive his hand on mine around and shout, "look at this bitches! Now back the hell off!" but I sit still and grin like a loon instead.
"Anastasia, you are the furthest thing from a loser. But you will never pay as long as you're with me, under no circumstance will I allow you to even take out your wallet so just let that go now." He's still chuckling when he leans in and says in a low voice, "I'm a fucking billionaire. I made enough money to pay for lunch in the first half second of sitting here doing nothing so just stop, ok. I don't want money for the clothes or for lunch, not now, not ever."
When he stands I take his proffered elbow and give the women around me a sneer. If he wasn't watching me, I'd flip them all the bird and stick my tongue out at them too.
On Thursday I have a scheduled meeting at noon with Christian in his office. It's just Ros, the two lead acquisition managers, Christian and myself but I have a few questions I want to run past him first so I head to his office a few minutes early. Andrea is at her desk on the phone and beckons for me to go in and wait while at the same time I get a text from Christian himself.
Running a few minutes late, I've got the team with me here but we'll be over in 5 minutes.
-ok, here now-
I walk into his office and sit down at the conference table near the windows. Being alone in here offers me the luxury of really looking around and I walk over to study the pictures from Jennifer Trouton that we'd spoken about when I interviewed with him and Ros. The paintings are unique in their symbolism and finding them here in his office surprised me then and still does now. Nothing about this space speaks to who he is. There are no pictures, no notes, no awards or write ups, no kitch anywhere. Instead the office is large, foreboding, colorless and cold.
"And just what the hell do you think you're doing in here alone?" The trill and coldness of the voice behind me raises the hair on the back of my neck and I turn on my heel, surprised to see the blond woman from last week.
I debate whether or not I need to answer her but my good manners and inbred politeness win out in the end.
"I'm waiting for Mr. Grey, we have a scheduled meeting."
"What kind of meeting? Aren't the negotiations over with by now?" she's sneering and walking slowly towards me, her beady blue eyes scanning me from head to foot. I'm instantly regretting the feminine floral blouse I have on, I'd rather have on a leather jacket and steel toed boots right now. My natural instinct is to back away from this predator but I refuse myself and instead square my shoulders and meet her slitted eyes straight on. Bring it blondie.
"How did he find you? Do you have an agent? He's only ever used me before. I'd know your face too, he's very specific with his….type...so I would think that by now I've seen every brunette out there. Do you work for an agency or are you a private referral from the club?" What the fuck is she talking about?
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're referring to. I've been contracted by Mr. Grey to help him with a project for GEH." Her eyes open a tad further and her lips close into a thin line. She's actually not that pretty now that I've seen her close up.
"Well, sweetheart, maybe that's your play but let me clue you in on something. Unless you can handle his demands, you'll be out on your ass quicker than he can flick his whip. He should know better than to go around me." Maybe she's on something, this entire conversation is so weird and so out of left field that I can't help but wonder if she's crazy, she's definitely got the eyes for it.
I take a step forward; she's surprised but doesn't move so I take another step until we're only a foot away from each other. "I don't know who you are or what you want but if you're not here for GEH business, then I don't care what you have to say. I don't have a 'play' and I'm certainly not worried about being thrown out on my ass so you can take your botoxed face and back the fuck up."
"Elena!" The boom of his baritone startles both of us but it's she who blanches. My face is on fire as is the rest of my body but I refuse to look away from her. She slants her eyes again at me and a chill runs down my spine but I. will. not. move. I make a mental note to start up with my Krav Maga classes, something tells me this wack job is going to be making repeat performances.
"What the fuck are you doing here and what the fuck are you saying to Anastasia?" He literally stomps over and stands between us, his face is flushed, his jaw tense and his eyes wild but Elena just flicks her wrist in his direction and rolls her eyes. I look down in time to see the clenching of his fists and the flex of his forearms but she doesn't seem concerned at all, in fact, she seems...amused.
"Calm down, Christian, I was merely asking…Anastasia…how you found her. I'm disappointed that you didn't come to me first, that's all." His eyes widen but he stands his ground, the small vibration in his jaw the only indication of the rage boiling within him.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. And. Don't. Come. Back. Without. An. Appointment. Andrea!" His towering height and the broad expanse of his shoulders do nothing to intimidate her and she stands perfectly still, willing him to say more but he's silent as stone and just as still.
Andrea runs in, clearly flustered, she's the gatekeeper to this office and I know, just know, he's going to rip her apart. "I want you to remove Mrs. Lincoln from the approved guest list at GEH and I want the code to the elevator changed. Is this something you can handle without fucking it up?" His eyes haven't left Elena's face but to her credit, she hasn't looked away either. Maybe I've underestimated her.
"Yes, sir, I'll take care of it right away."
"You're removing me from your guest list? How childish, Christian. After all we've been through, all we've done together, this is your reaction to a few harmless questions?" The way she says those words make it clear to me that their relationship is personal and with a sick feeling I think I know just how personal. He suddenly seems gross to me, foreign even but I don't dare let her see me cringe. Instead I take a slow deep breath and force my face to be as impassive as possible.
"Get your bag and go, Elena. Any further contact will be through my attorneys or Tony, now get the fuck out."
She rolls her eyes once more and struts to the door before turning her ice blue eyes back to me. "Remember my warning, Anastasia. You can always come to me when you find yourself" but I don't hear the last of her statement because Christian is yelling at her to get the fuck out and stomping towards her, effectively pushing her into Taylor who's appeared out of nowhere. Taylor lifts Elena out of the room, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and I hear her yelling as he carries her to the elevators. Christian slams the door behind her immediately coming back to where I'm standing by the conference table.
"I'm sorry, Ana, I didn't know she'd be here, I'd never have left you alone with that woman." He's holding onto my shoulders and bending down to look me directly in the eyes. "Did she harm you? Touch you?"
"No, she just said some really bizarre things and warned me about how demanding you are. What was she talking about anyway? Or is she certifiable?" He looks pained, nervous as all hell and I feel bad for him. There's something between them that is way beyond me and I have nothing to do with so I retreat from him physically and emotionally. He looks confused but I'm in over my head here. I'm not an idiot, I know scorn when I see it and she has it written plain as day on her perfectly surgeried face. She wants him and from what I can tell, she wants him back. Which means she's had him.
I sit on the chair for a minute while Andrea holds the rest of the employees out in the lobby and try to process what's happened over the last few minutes. It's past time to start the meeting and as much as I hate to admit it, she's gotten to me. She's had him. I feel ill and search his face for confirmation but he's only seeing me and my confusion. Nothing else matters to him right now. What the hell is going on? What the hell just happened? I gather myself together and fix the pile of papers in front of me, shrugging my shoulders and huffing out as if I'm merely annoyed.
"Christian, I'm fine, really, and Ros is here now. Let's just have this meeting, I don't want to spend another minute on that vile creature."
He laughs and unexpectedly pulls me against him in a hug of sorts. I just want him off of me.
"You always surprise me, Ana." He shakes his head and turns, chuckling "vile creature" under his breath. Soon enough we're assembled around the conference table and updating each other on the latest movements on the project. Christian sits there, his fingers rubbing against his lips, a small satisfied smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. God only knows what he's happy about, the Chinese are reneging on a good portion of the original contract and I was just attacked by one of his ex-'non girlfriends'. Ugh. I want out of this office and now.
On Saturday Kate and I spend the morning cleaning the apartment and catching up on each others lives. For Kate, dating anyone for more than a hot minute is newsworthy and I'm thrilled for her. I wouldn't go as far as calling her a whore, she did her best to avoid men who were otherwise attached and she did choose her...dates...carefully. It's just that she chose often.
"You're inviting him to Bermuda with your family? Wow, that's pretty serious, Kate. Has he even met your parents?"
"Not yet, he'll meet Ethan today of course but I want to hold off on introducing him to my dad for a little longer."
She had dinner at the Grey's home last night and helped Grace to prepare some food in advance for today but apparently, Christian wasn't there. I wonder if he was with her.
"Wait, did you just say that you cooked? Food?" I'm standing there, yellow rubber gloves on as I scour my bathroom and she just laughs.
"Can you freaking believe it? He's got me cooking with his mom already. I actually enjoyed it, she's a really nice person. She asked about you too."
"Me? Why?"
"I'm not entirely sure but I think her questions were more of a fact finding mission. Christian hasn't ever brought any friends around so to have him show up with you and allow his picture to be taken with you last weekend was apparently a huge deal." Kate is doing her very best to be nonchalant as she tries to gauge my reaction but I offer nothing more than a shrug.
"I wonder why he's been so closed off, he's a really nice and fun guy." There's an awkward pause so I raise my eyebrows in question.
"Ana, you don't get the feeling that there's something about him that's just, I don't know, suspicious?" She rushes to add, "I like him, I do and I don't feel threatened or afraid of him but I can't help but feel like he's hiding something."
Inside I'm flustered because lately I've felt the same thing. I know he'd never hurt me and I'm pretty sure he's not doing anything illegal with GEH but I do get the impression that he's actively hiding something. Could the rumors be true, could he be gay? I really don't think so, I'm not an expert on men but Christian being gay seems ludicrous. Jeez, the energy between us in enclosed spaces is enough to eliminate his being gay, the guy reeks of sexual prowess.
"I mean, come on. He's 28, gorgeous, a freaking billionaire and he's never had a girlfriend." Oh Kate, do not ask me to talk about this. He never said I couldn't repeat our conversation but I wouldn't take that liberty anyway. "Do you think he's ever had sex? Elliot says no. How is that even possible?"
I know he's had sex before, that much he's told me but it's not my place to tell Kate. I thought he and Elliot were close? And then there's Elena. I know that they have some sort of sordid history, I'm not that naïve despite what everyone thinks. Ugh, the vision of him and her together grosses me the hell out and I hope I'm wrong about them but deep down, I know I'm not. I remain silent while Kate prattles on.
"Anyway, she seemed quite keen that you had come with him and asked all about your family and what you did, where you went to school. You know, the basics. Hey, is it cool if Ethan stays here for a few days? He'll be heading to my parents sometime next week but I'd love to have him around for a few days if you're cool with it."
"Of course! I'm so glad he's back! Are you nervous for him to meet Elliot?"
"A little, I guess. He's always been so honest with me and if he didn't like Elliot or thought Elliot was bad news for me, I'd be crushed. He just texted that his plane landed an hour ago so he should be here any minute. His friend is dropping him here and then we'll all go over together once he changes. I can't believe I'm nervous for them to meet, is that ridiculous or what?" She scoffs at herself but I smile. Katherine Kavanagh is in love.
CPOV
I am so fucking angry with Andrea right now but I will sit through this meeting and play the part of CEO for Ana's sake when all I want to do is throw Elena from the roof of this 20 story building and fire Andrea, in that order. Instead I sit here, amused as usual by Anastasia and her reaction to being verbally attacked by Elena. I'm yet again surprised by her and also impressed with her grit in the face of that bitch. I've seen well-seasoned men cower in Elena's presence but Ana, Ana met her head on, both literally and figuratively. She is something else.
I shouldn't have hugged her, it was totally out of character for me but I couldn't help myself she just looked so damn adorable. That and I was beyond relieved when she didn't ask me who Elena was or what our 'relationship' was. I wouldn't even know how to answer that. You're going to have to tell her eventually, Grey if you want this to go anywhere. How could I have ever found that 'vile creature' to be attractive?
I'm actually pissed as hell that she provided my auditor the necessary files for him to begin his work, I was so looking forward to severing our business relationship but that will have to wait. I am absolutely sure he'll find something that will be a breach of contract so until then, I just need to bide my time. Today, however, will be my catalyst to expedite that process. I can never let a conversation like that happen again.
I only heard the tail end of what she was spouting off about but I know enough for the content to be clear. She thinks Ana is a submissive of mine and that somehow she's been kept out of the loop. When I rip into her after this meeting I will clear that little error up, I don't want anyone thinking of her like that, especially Elena. I snort, Ana as a submissive. That little woman doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. And what a body it is.
Look at her, sitting there in her flowered navy blue blouse and her pencil skirt. She's not even trying to be sexy and she just is. I've got a good vantage point at the table, I planned it that way and I can't help but envision those white platforms thrown on my bedroom floor next to that tight navy skirt. Fuck! Concentrate!
The second the meeting ends Ana is walking out of my office without a glance behind her. I know she's rattled and I can see the wheels turning in her head but I let her go. I'm afraid she'll question me further and I can't risk it right now. I watch that fine ass sashay through my office and out the door to the elevator. Knowing Ana, she's leaving to get herself a coffee and a Reeces cup.
"Andrea!" I bellow and she appears, contrite and apprehensive. I walk behind my desk and sit, gesturing for her to sit in one of the chairs opposite me. She thinks she's getting fired but there is no way in hell I'd be able to operate without her as my assistant. She rarely messes things up and knows me as well as anyone has been allowed to. She's also an excellent employee and not one time has she tried to fuck me. I appreciate the non-gesture.
"Sir, if I may explain and apologize." She stutters a bit but I let her go on. "You've given me explicit instructions to allow Ms. Steele into your office whenever she requests to do so and that's why she was in here. As to Mrs. Lincoln, I cancelled your lunch as you had requested but she showed up here demanding to see you and rather irate. I asked her to leave and explained that you weren't in your office but she didn't believe me and came in where she found Ms. Steele. I immediately called security but they didn't arrive until Taylor was 'escorting' her to the elevator."
Deep breath, Grey. This girl has gone way above and beyond hundreds of times for you over the last five years. And why did it take so long for security to get here? I count to ten twice before I respond.
"Andrea, I value your employment here and I do not take lightly the number of times you've been called upon to do something out of your job description. Part of what is in your description is to be the gate keeper to this office. You can never, ever, allow Mrs. Lincoln into this office again. I don't care if you have to have Olivia tackle her to the ground."
She hiccups a laugh and I surprise us both by smiling at her. She did what she could; my real issue lies with Elena and my security team.
"Now, get me Mrs. Lincoln on the phone immediately and then block all of her numbers. You've changed the codes and put her name on the proscribed list?" My eyebrow rises as I await her answer.
"Yes, sir, it was my pleasure. Thank you for your consideration of the situation, it will not happen again, you have my word. Would you like me to apologize to Ms. Steele?"
Would I? No, it would only make Ana uncomfortable. Knowing her she'll do an extra hour of Pilates to work out the tension after her coffee and chocolate. I love that I can predict her reaction but I've got a better idea to relieve that built up tension.
"No, thank you. Just get me Mrs. Lincoln on the line and block her numbers going forward. I'll want to see Taylor in here in ten minutes as well."
Less than one minute later my intercom buzzes and I see line one blinking. "Sir, Mrs. Lincoln is on the line for you."
"Elena. What part of lunch is cancelled did you not understand? Again? And what the fuck were you telling Anastasia?" My voice is cold, flat and angry but I'm simmering inside, the heat of my anger flowing over me in waves.
"Darling, I hate that you've cancelled our weekly meetings, I so looked forward to them and hoped that if I came by you'd change your mind. As to the girl, you have to know she's not going to satisfy you. My god, Christian, she's hardly a submissive!"
Somehow I remain calm, I'm looking at my computer and scrolling through the pictures the paparazzi took of Ana and I at the Sea Hawks reception. Finally the fuckers are useful. We look good together.
"I mean, what are you thinking? Showing up in public with her Saturday night? Someone is going to recognize her and then your secret is out, you have got to show some restraint!"
"Elena! Enough!" I yell, the calm from a moment ago swept away by the thought of someone thinking Ana is nothing more to me than a sub. "She's not my sub, she's not anyone's sub, she's not in the lifestyle at all so stop with the bull shit and leave her the fuck alone."
She grunts out a laugh, "You mean to tell me that you're dating her? Because if you think I believe that you hired her for a 'project', I've got a bridge to sell you. Oh come on, get real, Christian. A man like you is never going to be satisfied in a normal relationship. It's laughable!"
"Shut the fuck up, Elena. I'm not dating her, we're friends, nothing more. But if you ever come near her again, I will make your life hell for as long as I can." Why am I explaining anything to her?
Again she laugh grunts and again I find myself questioning what it was I ever saw in her, in this…vile creature. "Well, in that case, maybe you haven't totally lost your mind."
"I don't want you calling here or showing up, those days are over, am I clear?"
"Yes, yes, of course. Should I arrange for you to meet some prospective subs then? I know you, better than anyone else and you need it. Let me set up meetings with two girls I have that fit what you're looking for. You are so lucky that Shayla is still available, she's perfect for you. Does Monday of next week work for you?"
"For fucks sake, Elena, I don't want a fucking sub. Don't set anything up, it's not going to happen. You can't possibly have what I'm looking for at this point since I'm not looking for a sub. To reiterate, do not, under any circumstance, approach Anastasia. She is off limits to you, have I made myself clear?" I don't wait for her to answer, I just hang up. She doesn't have what I'm looking for because what I'm looking for, is Ana.
Friday night I find myself alone in my apartment. Mrs. Jones is gone for the weekend and Taylor has been given the night off since I'm not going anywhere. I work a bit in my office and then head to the gym to burn some energy off. Normally a Friday night is the start of my weekend with a submissive but it seems that part of my life is either on hold or over. I'd never really thought past the present when it came to my sex life. Subconsciously I guess I knew one day I'd be finished with it but I thought it would be because of old age, not because it had lost it's appeal. Had it lost it's appeal? The question rolls around in my head while I punch the bag and ride the stationary bike at top speed.
Two hours later my limbs feel like lead and I take a shower, pour myself a glass of brandy and sit in my great room. It's unusual for me to be doing nothing but I'm so conflicted that I feel restless and unfocused. I'd try to get some work done but my thoughts drift to what I want and what I'm willing to do for it. After another glass I wander the apartment, noticing things like the brand of detergent Mrs. Jones uses and the notepad she writes her grocery list on. These things all indicate that someone lives here but nothing points to who it is. There are no personal effects anywhere. How have I not noticed that before? I feel like a visitor in my own home, wandering from room to room, looking for any sign of me within these walls. Eventually I wind up in front of my playroom door. It's been months since I've been in here but the second I open the door the scent fills my head and I assume my Dom stance. I love this room. This is the only room in the house that has any personal touches. What does that say about me?
There's no one else in here with me but it's instinctual, the power and control that this room affords me, and I walk around it slowly, admiring the furniture and the St. Andrews Cross. I've had numerous fantasies of Ana, tied up and spread eagle on it and I touch it gently, as if she were there. It's sobering to be in here alone while she is somewhere else. Does she think of me the way I think of her? As often?
I drag my fingers over the soft red satin sheets on the bed and the ornate carving of the post before opening the top drawer of the dresser where I keep the toys. I get rid of everything used directly on the body when I terminate a contract and then reorder new things. When I purchased these things I did so under the assumption that I'd use them on a new sub but now I can only visualize using them on Ana. I pick up the lavender Wand and imagine it vibrating over her nipples while I fuck her slowly, her green eyes open and wanting me. Would she call out my name when she came?
I sit on the Chesterfield couch and take a deep breath, looking around at the bench and the whipping post, the cross and the bed. Is any of this acceptable to her? Has she ever done any of this? Would she want to? Will she hate me, think I'm a freak, and find me disgusting? Or worst of all, cut me out of her life? Can I take the chance and tell her about this? Does she even want me?
Fuck, I'm so confused. My eyes fixate on the canes and whips hanging on the wall. Those are the hardest implements I've got in my playroom, naturally there are harsher 'toys' but they're for more hard core sadists. I've always been comforted by the fact that the hard shit, the wooden horse, needle suspension and the like didn't appeal to me. I like that there are people more fucked up than me. Still, the cane and whip are painful and punishing. I've used those on women's bodies. The memories unsettle me in a way I haven't experienced before and I force myself to stop thinking about it. They asked for it, they wanted it.
I audibly let out a snort, she could be frigid for all I know and none of this, not even vanilla sex could appeal to her. As soon as I think it, the thought runs its course. I know that's not the case, Ana exudes sex without even trying and I know we'd be amazing together.
I lay my head back and close my eyes imagining her in this room. My body responds to the visions of her in here, on the bed, over the bench, on the table, tied up and blind folded. Actually, I don't know if I'd blindfold her, then I'd miss out on those eyes and I'd miss out on watching her come. Damn I want to watch her come. I absent mindedly rub myself over my sweats as I picture her small delicate hands doing it to me.
I have to tell her about this, all of it, the good and the bad, the pleasure and the pain. This part of my life will always follow me, there will always be the possibility that a previous sub will talk or that someone from one of the clubs I've frequented will recognize me. It would be wrong to lure her into a relationship with me only to have her world implode one day, even my fucked up mind knows that. I want Ana, all of her and I want her to want me too. The real me. The problem with that is that the real me is a fucked up sadist. I want to be worthy of her. How do I expose her to this and still keep her? Fuck, now I'm confused and lonely and horny.
I picture her on her knees in front of me. All of my subs have sucked me off on this couch so I want Ana to do it too, not as a sub but as something….more. I want her to erase the others and grant me atonement. I can see her ripe red lips around me, sliding up and down while I grasp her hair and guide her to take me deeper.
I walk over to the St. Andrews cross and push my pants past my hips, fisting my cock with one hand while I grip the wooden beam with the other. I close my eyes and she's tied up in front of me, spread eagle with diamond studded nipple clamps on. Oh fuck yes, I'll have to buy a pair of those for her. She's wet for me and with each pump of my hand I imagine that tight wetness around me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I put my hand around her neck, just a little pressure and she cries my name and comes. My dick is pulsing in my hand and two pumps later I'm spurting onto the wood frame, my forehead leaning against it as I imagine coming inside of her, marking her, making her mine as without even knowing it, she's made me hers.