APOV
French Toast. That's what I'll make, French toast with crème fresh and strawberries. I flick on the space age coffee maker and while it grinds fresh beans and brews I get to work on breakfast. 'Easy' by Lionel Richie is playing at a low volume in the docking station but I still don't hear Christian sneak up behind me so when his hands circle my waist I nearly drop the spatula and scream.
"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Mmmm, I like you like this, in my kitchen, almost naked, cooking in your bare feet with my shirt on." He inhales deeply, kissing the sensitive spot just underneath my ear while his hands wrap around my waist and squeeze. "You smell so good, Anastasia." God just the low rumble of his voice sends a wave of wetness between my legs.
"All that's missing is the pregnant thank the good Lord." I laugh as he backs away and holds his hands up as if in prayer.
"Speaking of which, I'd prefer it if you took the shot. I'll have your doctor come to the apartment today to administer it." I watch as he pops a grape in his mouth and continues on to the refrigerator, barefoot and hot.
Since his back is to me he can't see the fire shooting out of my eyes as he pours orange juice into two crystal glasses.
"You want to try that again, Grey?"
He turns to me slowly, the smile on his face dropping when he catches my glare. Immediately his eyes shift to impassive and distant, almost cold and I realize that this moment is far bigger than it seems. This conversation and how I handle it is going to set the tone for future disagreements between us and I will never settle for less than equal footing when it comes to this relationship.
"I said, would you like to try that again, Grey?"
"You're going to burn the French toast." He replaces the carton in the fridge and walks the glasses to the breakfast bar before continuing coolly. "I don't want to leave contraception up to chance. The shot is more effective and you only need to remember it a few times a year. I don't see the big deal, Ana."
"The big deal, Christian, is that it's my body. I say what goes in it, for all things! I've been taking the pill for five years without your help and somehow, stupid me has managed to not forget it even once. What you should have said to me is, 'Ana, I'd be much more comfortable if we could look into the shot and see if that's an option for you'. So, again, would you like to try that again, Grey?"
"It's my body too now, Anastasia." His voice is low, even and cold. Dominant CEO Christian is making his first appearance and while it has the desired effect of intimidation, it does not do a thing to my resolve.
"That's all you heard in my entire statement. That's it?" I flip the French toast onto plates and bang them onto the breakfast bar. Warily he sits down and begins to cut, dipping a piece into syrup before answering me.
"No baby, I heard you tell me, a 29 year old grown man, how to speak." I sit down then, unable to hide the wince when my bottom touches the stool. He smiles in satisfaction and forks another piece. "Feeling a bit sore today are you, Ms. Steele?"
"Nothing a little rest and avoidance won't cure! A few days maybe and then I'll be as good as new." That how you want to play it, Grey? Well challenge accepted. You will not be telling me what to do, chastise me for being offended and then act like my pain is your victory. Fuck. Off.
I chew slowly, my eyes never leaving his. In all actuality, if he had talked to me about contraception like a normal human being I would have been more than receptive. I hate the pill, can't stand taking it and would have been eager to try something less demanding of my time. But that little stunt he pulled, that was not going to go unnoticed nor was it going to go unchallenged. So the pills would win, even it if was out of spite.
"I will continue with the pills. If you would like me to not have to rely on them, then you can use condoms. In fact, I'm going to stop the pill and you will use condoms effective immediately." This should be good. I shove a strawberry in my mouth before I can laugh at the expression on his face.
"No, I will not be using condoms."
"And no, I will not be told what I am using either. I get that you're powerful and people bow down to you, Christian. I've seen it, it works and it looks good on you. But between us, that is not going to happen. I realize that last night changed things between us, I'm thrilled about it. But if this," I wave my fingers between us, "is going to work, then we need to talk to each other and compromise. Not demand. I will never let you or anyone else tell me what I can and can't do with my body or my life for that matter."
Our plates are empty but we just sit here, knee to knee staring at each other.
"Do you want to leave me already?" He's trying for nonchalance but I can hear the strained panic in his voice.
"No I don't want to leave you! I just want you to understand that that CEO bullshit is not going to fly with me. It's my body!"
"And what a fine body it is. Fine, you can stay on the pill but maybe we can revisit this in a few months?"
"I noticed that you said 'I can' stay on the pill, like you're giving me permission. Don't think I didn't notice that. I will stay on it because I want to. Kay? Thanks." I want to continue the argument, it's fun to watch him squirm but when he stands and moves between my legs, placing his hands flat against my thighs and starts kissing my neck, my anger flies out of the window.
"You like that, Ms. Steele? Do you like being in control?"
"Get used to it, Grey. Ah!" When the back of his hands run over my breasts I buck up against him and hook my feet together behind his butt.
"Let's take a bath, baby. I like you in my shirt but I really want to see you all soaped up." He lifts me and carries me down the hallway and into his huge bathroom. I watch as he turns the tap on and pours oil in, appreciative of the way his back and shoulders flex with even the tiniest of movements.
I'm eager to see him naked again. I'd been so overcome last night and it had been just dark enough that I didn't get a chance to really see him. Watching him pour the oil, I notice the scars on his back are the same as the ones on his chest. Someone had hurt Christian, had really hurt him. Who? Are they from his lifestyle or from before he was adopted? Was it that fucking bitch dragon?
He turns and I snap myself out of my funk and allow him to unbutton the shirt so that it falls from my shoulders. With one sure tug it pools at my feet and the darkness of desire lays claim to both of us. His protection of all things when it comes to me has him holding my hand as I get in the tub but I let him and make no comment. I'm realizing more and more that whatever happened to him as a child has made a profound impact on the way he views life. To him, there is always a hidden danger, something to lose and the more he can put protections in place, the better he feels.
Once I'm in he pulls his pants down, his huge cock standing at attention inches from my face. My mouth waters. I want that.
"Scoot forward baby." He climbs in behind me and immediately pulls me against his chest, his hands circling my waist while he buries his face in my hair. "I like fighting with you, you come right back at me. It turns me on."
"I'm glad you like it, you'll get it every time you try to bull doze me." Touch me! Just stop talking and touch me damn it!
I'm thrilled when he puts his body wash on a cloth and begins to scrub me, I'll get to smell like him all day now. As the scent fills the room he rubs small circles on my neck, down one arm and then the other, around my belly and down my back and finally over the tops of my legs and between my breasts.
"Christian?" I'm relaxed, my head leaning against his chest while my hands float and move the bubbles around. The abandoned cloth is resting on his raised knee as his hands cup and caress my breasts.
"Hmm?"
"Will you ever tell me what those scars are from?" My voice is so small I can barely hear it but I know he heard it because he immediately stops moving and tenses behind me.
"Don't, Ana." The coldness behind those two little words are chastisement enough.
"I'm sorry. I just want to know you better. You know all about my scar." I turn my head and tip it slightly to meet his eyes but quickly look away when I see the distance in them. His hands have dropped to his sides and if I hadn't been leaning up against him, I'd have felt alone.
"One day, Ana. One day I'll tell you all about my fucked up life. But I'd like to keep you around for as long as I can so for now, let's just enjoy each other, ok?"
"We'll need to talk about that too, your self loathing. I hate it." An idea formulates in my head and it's one I plan to enact today. For a man so in control of every aspect of his life, he's still not learned to steer his thoughts.
My own thoughts are halted though as he lights my body on fire with his renewed movements. All of the places I'm desperate for him to touch he avoids until at last he drags the cloth over my sensitive sex, a low moan rising out of my chest.
"Feel good, baby?"
"Mmmm, yes" and he continues, opening my swollen lips carefully and washing me with the gentlest pressure, my body responding, wanting so much to be touched. When he finishes I see the cloth drop out of the tub and feel his hand slide between my legs, disappearing beneath the bubbles. I all but convulse when he slides his finger down my slit and when one long finger enters me I do.
His hiss of approval in my ear is the only sound I hear before he begins to suck it gently, pulling the lobe with his teeth. His other hand follows the same path, quickly finding my clit and his fingers circle it slowly, almost lazily. I want to touch him and reach back to grab the shaft pressed up against my back but he grabs my hands and stops me.
"Uh uh. You touch me now and this is all over way too soon."
"But I want to touch you." My words are carried on a moan and he licks the shell of my ear to quiet me while his fingers continue to glide over me and into me.
"No, I want you to touch your breasts." I do as he asks before I succumb to embarrassment. They're heavy and tender but the feel of my fingers brings the relief I'm seeking. His breathing is harsh as he watches over my shoulder. "That's it, pinch your nipples. You are so sexy, Ana. You drive me crazy." I'm panting now, the steady stimulation about to tip me over the edge when he abruptly pulls his hands away and lifts me by my hips and turns me, placing me on the ledge at the far end of the tub.
"I need to taste you, Ana. I want you to come in my mouth."
Holy shit, his words alone are going to make me come. He pulls my butt to the edge and lifts my knees, pushing them as far apart as they'll go. I can see everything including his lascivious grin that only gets bigger as he rinses the suds off of me.
"Beautiful." He murmurs to himself while his thumbs gently pull open the lips of my sex. His tongue runs up and down my slit lapping up the wetness pouring out of me. "Fuck you taste so good. So fucking good." His tongue stabs at my entrance and my hands slip in response. Oh my god!
Christian kisses the inside of my thighs and slowly slides his middle finger inside me, twisting it and curling his finger forward. The sensation he elicits jerks me forward and when he pulls my clit in his mouth and lightly sucks on it while his finger continues to fuck me I can't help but beg, the need in me consuming me completely.
"Christian, please!" My hands grab at his hair, pulling him closer, twisting and tugging and my legs begin to shake, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He's watching me, hunger in his eyes as he inserts another finger and I scream out his name and come apart, totally at the mercy of his flicking tongue.
The small sucks become longer licks as my body comes down from ecstasy.
Strong arms drag me back to the other side of the tub, lifting me up and placing my legs on either side of him. I'm hovering above him but still incoherent as he latches onto my nipple and pushes me down, impaling me on his rock hard shaft until he's so deep I can feel him hit my cervix, a sensation that I could do without.
"Fuck!" The baritone of his voice echoes against the tiles and I watch him, his head is tossed back, his eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy. He lifts his face and rakes over my body while I ride him.
"Shit, Ana, you're so tight. Fuck baby you feel so good." His head lolls back again, the pleasure too much. Watching Christian come apart underneath me does something to me and the buildup begins again.
I have to touch him, have to claim him and I carefully lay my hands on the sides of his face. His eyes fling open, terrified and confused. "I won't touch you, Christian. I promise." And though he calms a bit I can still feel his fear hiding at the surface so I move my hands back to the sides of the bath, arms once again outstretched. I'm almost there and judging by the grunting noises and the growing thickness of his cock, so is he.
His hands leave my hips and he pinches both of my nipples between the backs of his index and middle fingers keeping his arms still so that the sweet tug and pull comes only from my movements as I ride him. It's torture, it's relief, it's so, so good.
"I'm going to come, Ana. Come with me, baby, I want to feel you."
His words unbind the coil within me and I convulse around him as my orgasm rips through me. In the distance I hear him yelling "Fuck yes, Fuck yes!" as he unloads into me, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders and holding me as close to him as he can. After a minute he speaks.
"I'll never get enough of you, Ana. You're it for me, baby, I know it." His words are breathless and rushed as he nuzzles into my neck, his arms still wrapped tightly. "Never leave me."
My heart is pounding in my chest, the words so desperately said that it pains me.
"I'm not going anywhere, Christian. I'm yours, remember?" He looks at me then, my little lost boy, and I hug him fiercely, determined to rid him of whatever demons chase him. He smiles.
"I remember."
Sated and happy we take a quick shower before he throws on a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts while I sift through the drawers of the clothes in the guest room that were brought here for me over the week settling on black workout shorts and a black tank. I've just finished putting it on when he comes into the room.
"Baby, you cannot wear that around the house all day and expect me to leave you alone. No fucking way." He lunges at me, tossing me effortlessly onto the bed before covering my body and kissing me, his tongue licking up my neck. "See what I mean?"
I struggle beneath him and feel the beginning of an erection against my hip but now I really am sore and damn, it's only been 15 minutes! Was he always like this?
"Christian, did you…reload as quickly with your subs?"
His mood shifts immediately and he rolls off of me and sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair before dropping them in his lap and looking at me straight on.
"Do you want to do this? Ask me questions comparing what I did with them to what we do? Because I will always be honest with you, Anastasia but I don't really want to rehash that part of my life. It's certainly not something I want to relive or think about." He looks lost.
"No, you're right. I guess since I don't have anything to draw from, I'm using your past as my barometer. I don't know what's normal and what's not but you're right, I don't want to know, I don't want you thinking about it and I certainly don't want the visual. Forget I asked."
He swings me around and sits me on his lap, kissing the side of my neck before speaking.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know, Ana but not because I want to think about it or talk about it but because I want to always be honest with you and meet your needs. But I will offer you this, what you and I have, what you and I have experienced in just this short amount of time, is not even comparable to what I had with anyone else."
"So, what we have here, the few times we've…done it…it was good enough for you?" He snorts and throws his head back.
"Ana. I have never, in my life, had vanilla sex. Never thought it would satisfy me, never thought it would excite me, never thought I'd find someone I would want to do that with. But the best sex I've ever had, I've had in the last 12 hours with you. You're it for me, baby. If I had known there was someone out there that would fill this void in me, I'd have hunted you down years ago."
His fingers hold onto mine and I look at them and blush. They were in me just a few minutes ago.
"I just worry that I'm not good enough for you, that I don't have enough experience to excite you or do things the right way. I'm afraid that I won't be able to fulfill your needs since I'm not going to do a lot of the things those women did." He uses his free hand to lift my chin up and turns my face towards his. We're so close I can see his individual eyelashes and notice for the first time the tinge of dark blue in his eyes.
"You are everything I need. I say that without question. I don't need anything but you. And good enough? Baby, I'm the one not good enough. If you knew the real me you'd run for the hills and never look back." He chuckles darkly against my shoulder and a bubble of panic rises to the top of my gut.
"What do you mean, 'the real you'? You keep saying that. I want to know you, Christian. All of you." It frightens me that he's hiding something from me. Shit, if that room wasn't the big bad secret, what was? "What is it? What do you mean?"
He sighs, running his fingers through his hair again. "I'm Fifty Shades of fucked up, Ana. A shell of a man with no heart."
"Ha! Bull shit. You've got a great heart, I know it, I've seen it. I've felt it. You can think you're heartless all you want but I know differently and I won't tolerate you speaking so poorly about yourself. I don't know what was done to you, Christian but it was done to you. It doesn't define who you are or what you are." I'm angry, upset at whomever has messed up his head so badly.
"Come on, I want a coffee and some relaxation. My lady bits are killing me sitting like this!" I giggle when he gently tickles my ribs but it's the way he's looking at me that takes my breath away. I can only hope that he sees the same reflection of awe in my own eyes.
CPOV
The panic I felt when I woke to an empty bed quickly subsides as the smell of cooking wafts into the open room. I've woken to breakfast almost every day since I moved here but to have Ana making it, after last night, well, that just makes it that much sweeter. Last night. I lay my head back down and smile at the memory of her face when I took her virginity. Mine.
My intention was to sneak up and startle her but when I turn the corner and she's dancing around in my shirt with nothing on underneath, my plan goes to shit. She takes my breath away. When I can finally move again I promptly put my foot in my mouth, again, when I bring up birth control.
This is beyond my experience, put me in a board room with fifty people who hate me and want me dead? No problem, I won't even break a sweat before I take their companies from them. Put me in the ring with an Olympic kick boxer? Fun, I love it. Stand a 5' 3", 105lb Ana in front of me in my shirt with her hands on her hips and I'm a dead man. Well fuck me, Ms. Steele, perhaps you'll get your way after all.
Was she fucking serious? Condoms? What am I, 14? Fuck that noise, I am not putting anything between our bodies and I'm certainly not going to miss out on the satisfaction of knowing that I've left my semen inside of her.
There are going to be a lot of changes to Ms. Steeles life effective immediately and the weight of being with someone like me is about to fall heavily onto her shoulders. I've already read emails from Debra, my PR director at GEH and Ana's picture and name have been splashed over every newspaper and every cable outlet there is. I haven't seen the actual coverage but I can only imagine what's being reported. Thankfully there's no coverage of our fight but there are plenty of us walking in and a few of us dancing. Scumbags.
I can't take one more minute of her sitting there like that and not touching her. Now that I've had a taste of her, my desire for all things Ana has been ratcheted up tenfold.
"You like that, Ms. Steele? Do you like being in control?" She's naked under that shirt, all I need to do is slide my hands up a few more inches…distraction by sex, classic.
I've given my subs baths before, usually after a punishingly hard session in the playroom but I've never joined them. The intimacy of that never appealed to me and even the act of bathing them was one of duty as a good Dom, not about caring. So it's new for me to be in the tub with a woman and while I started my exploration of Ana's sweet body last night, I want more. So much more.
She tastes sweet, so fucking sweet and good and fuck, so fucking hot. I want her. Looking up at the landscape of her body I take in the taut smoothness of her stomach and the small protrusion of her ribs but it's the roundness of her breasts, glistening with the water, and just above them her eyes watching me intently as small moans of pleasure fall from her lips that does me in. I have to be inside her.
As I plunge up into her I'm rushed headlong into physical ecstasy. Fuck this girl just does it for me. Being ridden isn't a favorite of mine, the only times I ever participated in this was with Elena when I had no say and when I'd have a sub suspended from the ceiling. The position screams submission to me but with Ana, I feel claimed and I'm shocked to find that I like it. She just looks so good bouncing on my cock while the water rushes around us.
I can't hold back when I feel her clench around me and cry out my name. The wet strands of her hair plastered to her chest are erotic as hell and I come, loudly and forcefully only to turn into a quiet begging mess a minute later. The fear of returning to a life without her seizes me and terrifies me.
I'm thrown off when she questions my satisfaction with her. Has she not been in the same bed with me? It pains me to think that some of her insecurities are somehow related to my past. Her faith in me astounds me and I cling to her. Wait until she knows everything, all your disgusting secrets. I know I should let her go, she should be free to find someone deserving of her affection but I'm a selfish man and pull her tighter to me even while thinking of how I should be letting her go.
Normally I'd work on a rainy Sunday afternoon but the work in my office can wait until tomorrow, I just want to be with her.
"Want to play chess?"
"I don't know how. Will you teach me first and be patient?" I laugh at her gentle chide.
"Yes, get us some coffee and I'll get the chess board and meet you in the library." I kiss her again, the prospect of the few minutes apart from her making me strangely sad.
We settle in at the table in the library and I set the board up taking my time to explain each piece and what they're able to do. She's listening intently, her eyebrows forming a V between them as she concentrates. Adorable, she is so fucking adorable.
At first she fumbles and gets easily confused but then it clicks and she actually gives me a run for my money. Smart Ms. Steele, I like that, I like that a lot. I can almost see the wheels turning as she tries to plot her next move and when she fingers the pieces absentmindedly it's all I can do to not lunge at her. Her mumbling between turns vacillates between different languages and I wonder how her thoughts sound. It's fascinating to me, how this woman ticks.
"Did you let me win? I will kick your ever loving ass if you let me win!" she's standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, my queen in her hand.
So fucking cute I can't stand it. I want her. Now. We've been playing for two hours, that's a long enough time to wait, right?
"I swear I did not let you win. I don't let anyone win anything, ever!"
"So I beat you fair and square!" Her eyes are huge now and when I nod yes she squeals and jumps up and down.
Fuck, those tits are perfect. Keep jumping baby; I'll let you win every time if you'll jump around like this afterwards.
"What do I win? I know! I want you to cook us dinner!"
"Um, no. I don't cook. If you want toast and wine, I'll cook. If you want something to actually eat, then we'll order in." I'm laughing now, actually laughing on a Sunday afternoon. I like this, just hanging out like normal people in a normal relationship. I want this with her forever. Is this what Elliot does, normal shit like this? I'll have to ask him.
"I'll cook then. But you owe me, Grey." She bends to clean up the board and snaps back up, eyes wide.
"Oh my god! We never called Kate and Elliot about brunch!"
"I texted him after we took our bath." She blushes at my overly dramatic wink. "Are they expecting you to teach this afternoon?"
"Oh my god! I totally forgot about that too! Does sex always make you stupid?" she giggles and I sigh. Me and Ana. Sex. It thrills me that she acknowledges it for some reason, like she's confirming verbally what I still think might be a dream.
"Anyway, no, I'm not due to teach again until Wendsday. You going to your parents for dinner?"
"No, and if I was, you'd be coming with me."
"I don't know about that, Grey. That's serious stuff right there." My mood turns serious as I reach out to her and pull her between my legs.
"I am serious about you. You're the only one who still needs convincing about that."
The attention makes her uncomfortable but she grins anyway and wraps her arms around my neck leaning down to kiss my cheek lightly.
"That was fun, thanks for teaching me. You're becoming quite the mentor." Her lips graze mine before jumping back and sashaying to the kitchen. Did she just distract me with sex?
I lean back and drink the last of my coffee bemused by the day, by the woman now singing in my kitchen, by the emotions swirling around me. For the first time in my life I'm not barking orders every hour or angry at someone. After cleaning up the chess game I stroll into the kitchen and watch her chop the onion and garlic in front of her. Billie Holiday's 'You Go to My Head' croons in the background and I watch as she mouths the words. Is she smiling because of me? Am I making her happy?
God damn look at that ass, barely covered in those indecent boy shorts, swaying back and forth in rhythm to the music. Visions of bending her over and peeling those shorts down to her knees and fucking her with her hands flat against the floor float in my mind. I can't take one more minute of not touching her and move behind her, her ass bumping against the front of my shorts.
"You'd better watch that ass, Ms. Steele." I lick the spot under her ear that I've discovered she likes and grind my erection against her when she shudders. "If you want to eat dinner and recuperate, then you'd better stop shaking it in my face because I'm barely holding on to my control here."
Ana puts the knife down but I stop her.
"Uh Uh Uh Anastasia. You need to eat, we skipped right over lunch. Plus, watching you cook is a huge turn on for me. What are you making?" It's the truth too, her being domestic is quickly becoming my favorite fantasy. My hands are still on her hips when she resumes cutting, albeit a bit slower now that I'm pressed up against her.
"I was just going to make a quick bolognese sauce over capellini and some garlic bread. Is that ok with you?"
Baby, you could be making hot dogs for all I care. Just stay here with me and keep smiling and fucking me and we'll be just fine.
"Sounds great. Shall I open a bottle of wine for us then? Red?"
"Mmm, that sounds great, thank you." Her smile warms me.
"I need to address a few things in my office if that's alright with you? Maybe an hour or two?" I don't want to leave her side but the reality is I've got to touch base with Ros on the Agnes Perkins issue and get that sorted first thing in the morning and I need to approve a statement for my PR team with regards to the pictures and stories on Ana and me.
"Fine, I'm going to answer some emails and call my dad. I'll let you know when dinner's ready." I give her a quick kiss on her lips and grab that fine ass one more time before walking towards my office, turning and watching her for one last minute before closing the door. Billie Holiday is now singing 'You Turned the Tables on Me' and I shrug back a laugh, boy, has she ever.
"Ros, I'm assuming you've been in contact with my father?"
"Yes, and holy shit, Christian, this could sink the ship if it turns out she used GEH as a shelter. I mean, fuck! I don't even know how we'd begin to unwrap ourselves from something like this. I've got Greta from HR looking into her interoffice relationships but so far she seems to be pretty clean."
"You've had Welch vet the auditing company and the individual auditors?"
"Yes but you realize this is going to take weeks to complete? We're fortunate that her access was limited to the companies we were acquiring but she could have hidden ledger entries in any one of the thousands of transactions she handled."
"How many individual projects did she work on?"
"Four but two of them were pretty significant. I did a quick inspection of the financials on them and they seemed pretty on target but I don't know what the fuck I'm looking for. Anyway, Greta will call her in at 9a, I'm assuming you'll want to be there?"
"Yes. Have Andrea put her in conference room four on our floor."
"Sure thing, boss. Let's talk about our other issue." I know where she's going, she's been sending me media reports all day long. "We're going to have a feeding frenzy tomorrow if you and Ana show up together."
"I don't fucking care, Taylor's got a plan for all that shit and I'm releasing a statement for first printing."
"She's something else, I've never seen you smile so much as last night. Gave me the creeps." I can't help the laugh that escapes. Only Ros can get away with this shit. "Even Gwen liked her and Gwen doesn't like anyone."
"Bye, Ros."
"Yeah, yeah, see you in the morning. Nothing like starting the work week off with an audit and a firing."
After emailing Debra the revised draft of my statement, short, sweet and to the point, I check my watch, it's only been 45 minutes that I've been working but I'm antsy to see my girl. I go to check on Ana and she's sitting at the breakfast bar, emailing someone and laughing on the phone. I'm immediately jealous, I want to know who's making her laugh and not until I hear her say 'dad' do I relax and retreat back into my office.
Taylor arrives for a security report, there's nothing new on either Morton or Hyde which pisses me off.
"How the FUCK can the guy just disappear?" My fingers are tapping restlessly on my desk, I didn't want to do this but I feel it may be the best option. "Call Ray Steele, have him contact that friend he said who can track down anybody. Keep it all under the radar, no direct contact or connections to any of us. I don't care how much it costs, use the cash in the safe for whatever he asks. Stress to him that I don't want Hyde killed, I know that once we give Ray copies of those videos along with all of the information we've got he's going to want to kill the fucker and much as that would thrill me, Ana's dad in jail would crush her."
"Oh honey! Dinners ready!" Ana yells coquettishly from the kitchen. I catch Taylors eyebrows rise before he falls back into impassive.
"You're dismissed for the evening. I'm not running tomorrow and I want you to cancel Bastille. We'll leave for GEH at 8am."
"Sir, have a good evening." The prick does his best to turn quickly but I'm sure I see a grin on his face. Fucker.
Ana is standing at the table spooning pasta into oversized bowls when I reach her. When she turns I lift her to me and kiss the breath right out of her, only satisfied when she goes limp in my arms.
"Hi." She breaths when I finally put her down.
"Hi. I missed you." I'm still holding her, her face only inches away from mine. "Dinner looks and smells great."
"This is my first bolognese, hopefully it tastes great too!" she laughs before gently pushing me away and sitting down. "I made a lot since you didn't eat lunch."
"You really are a very good cook. Everything you've ever made me is awesome, this included." I tip my wine back and stand to get another bottle. "You really are a woman of many talents."
"I'm glad you like it." Her lips rest on the edge of her glass, the last of the wine disappearing into her tempting mouth. "Where are you going?"
"To get another bottle. Did you like this vintage?"
"I like you." Such a simple declaration but it moves me. Be mine forever, Ana. Stay here and live with me and love me like this every day.
Escala is where I've lived for six years or so now but for the first time I feel like it's home. The white walls and white furniture need to be warmed up, she deserves a space that comforts her and I see for the first time how clinical and isolating my choices have been.
"Am I going to lose you to your office again or are you mine for the night?"
"Baby, I am all yours. Have been for six weeks now. I know what I want to do, what did you have in mind?"
"What were you thinking?" she asks, her finger rimming the wine glass so that I can feel the sensation on my dick.
"My thoughts involve a lot less clothing and you making those fucking sexy little noises that drive me crazy." My cock is twitching, barely contained in these shorts. How the hell have I waited so many hours to fuck her again? "Those shorts and that tank top have been killing me all day." Oh how I love that blush.
"I was thinking more along the lines of recovery, popcorn, wine and a movie. Maybe we can make out." Her giggle and the sudden bite she gives her lip go straight to my groin, this is painful now.
"Make out? As in, kiss and feel you up like we're in Jr. High?" Not exactly what I had in mind. "I'll take you anyway I can get you, baby. What do you want to watch?" Man I want to fuck that mouth.
"Is there anything you wanted to see?" She stands and begins clearing the dishes, bending over to put them in the dishwasher as I watch from the counter. I can't take my eyes off of her.
So unbelievably hot. Fuck me, those shorts are literally killing me. "Nothing comes to mind." I don't think I could recite my own name right now.
"OK, you make the popcorn and I'll flip through the millions of videos you have. No butter on mine." She throws over her shoulder breezily on her way to the library. What the hell? Who doesn't put butter on their popcorn? I grin and lean against the counter, here I am on a Sunday night waiting for popcorn so that I can snuggle on the couch and watch a movie. How does one snuggle anyway?
"Popcorn, no butter. Freak. Wine, an aged merlot. And me, to make out with. What are we watching?" I slide over the back of the couch and sit next to her and she tucks the corner of a blanket around my legs and 'snuggles' against me. OK, so this is how you do it. I've seen this in the movies before, looked stupid then, feels great now.
"Hunger Games, I read the books last summer but haven't seen the movie."
I have zero idea what the movie is about or if it's any good since Anastasia Steele's body is pressed against mine. I want in that soft warm body, and I want in now. She's read the book, right, I can start 'making out' with her now can't I? Before I can do anything she shifts and leans against the armrest, one leg along the back of the couch and the other on the floor so that I'm lying on her chest, the back of my head cradled in the valley of her breasts.
My initial response is to sit up but I want this intimacy with her so I relax against her and straighten my legs out on the couch. I can do this, I want to do this.
Absentmindedly she begins to run her fingers through my hair, front to back with light strokes. I have goose bumps everywhere and when she begins to massage my scalp and twirl small sections of my hair I melt into her, completely submitting to the sensations. My body is heavy and warm, my mind slow and peaceful. I struggle to find the word to match up to my current state of mind until the word contentment drifts down. Content. I've never felt that before but I'm certain that there is nowhere else I want to be, nothing else I'd rather be doing and absolutely no one else I'd rather be with. Her fingers in my hair, the certain knowledge that I'll bury myself inside of her before nights end and the joy that comes along with being in her presence makes me feel utterly content. I let the feeling wash over me.
I am at least a foot taller, easily a hundred pounds heavier and without question stronger than her but in this moment I accept that she has all the power. If Ana were to leave me, it would destroy me. The vulnerability is crushing.
Just as my mind winds up with fear she brings it right back down, lightly running her hands down my arms until I turn and smile up at her. She smiles back and pushes my hair away from my eyes.
"Is this the part where we make out? Because I really can't wait another minute." I kiss her jaw and neck, a light nip there, a lick there. She moans and shifts underneath me inadvertently touching my erection and I groan into her mouth. "Do you know how much I desire you, Ana? Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"
"Christian." She whimpers and the smoldering fire I've banked all day roars to life when she says my name.
She shifts again, this time gently pushing me back so that I'm sitting with both feet on the floor when she straddles me, her hands cupping my face, her kisses sensual and slow. God, I love her.
Her eyes don't leave mine when she leans back and lifts her tank top, throwing it to the floor. My hands involuntarily smooth up her silky back and unsnap her bra. With a shrug of her shoulders it slips off and she tosses it to the floor on top of her shirt.
"God, Ana, you drive me crazy." Pulling her to my mouth I suck her nipple deep and hard.
"Ah! Oh my God." Her fingers tangle in my hair, her hips grind down on my hard length while I thrust upwards creating the friction we both so desperately want. My mouth moves to her other breast while my hand reaches between us to slide under her shorts only to find her soaking wet.
"So wet already, Ana."
She leans down to kiss me again and then slides down my lap until she's on her knees between my legs. Oh hell yeah. How many times have I fantasized about this?
Her hands run up my legs before she grips my erection through my shorts, my hips bucking up against the movement, wanting so much more. I've had women on their knees before me countless times, women who knew exactly what to do, exactly how to please a man but this inexperienced woman erases them all. Take it out, baby, wrap those luscious lips around me.
In one smooth motion she rids me of shorts and boxers, my erection springing free.
I hiss when her palm runs the length of cock, dragging the precum down my shaft and circling back up where her tongue darts out to flick the tip. "Fuuuuuck." My head falls back before snapping up, afraid to miss watching her for even a second.
I'm breathing heavy and fast, wanting so much for her to suck me when suddenly she raises her body and without preamble sucks me into her mouth as far as she can.
"Holy fuck! Fuck yes, Ana, holy shit!" Keeping with the pace she's set she sucks me further, hollowing her cheeks so that I can feel her mouth all around me, her tongue flicking the tip over and over. Her breasts are resting on the top of my thighs and I trace them with my fingers, her appreciative moan only pushing me closer to climax.
When her hands brush against my balls I start to tremble, my legs shaking with exhilaration and attempted control but when she looks up at me, my cock in her mouth, her perfect red lips circling me I can't help myself.
With a strangled garble I warn her, "Ana, if you keep this up, I'm going to come in your mouth. If you don't want that, you need to stop now." Please don't stop, please don't stop. She moans again and dives down and I give up trying to hold back.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna come, baby." I grip her hair so hard she startles but she doesn't stop even as my hips jerk against her and I come, long and hard deep in her mouth and she swallows with me still inside, the pressure of her throat extending the hedonistic pleasure.
"Holy shit, that was amazing." I can't catch my breath, I'm still coming down from the single best blow job of my life when a terrible thought occurs to me.
"Have you done that before, Ana?" Irrational, I know. I don't care. She's mine, no one can have these memories of her. A shy smile crosses her face, the pink blush I love so much sweeping over her cheeks.
"Uh uh. Never, another first, Christian." Sweet relief.
"Well fuck me, you're a natural. Come here, I owe you an orgasm." I'm eager to taste her again and grip beneath her arms to lift her and lay her on the couch, peeling off those damn tiny shorts and spreading her legs immediately. "Damn you're hot. I've wanted you naked all day." I growl before lowering my face to hers. I kiss her deep, long hot strokes of my tongue along hers working her up and when I slide two fingers in her wet opening she almost comes immediately. Tasting myself in her mouth shoots my dick right back to full hard on, I want to mark her everywhere.
"Not yet baby, I want to taste you first. You taste so good I want you to come in my mouth again."
I move to the floor and pull her forward so that her back is against the back of the couch and she's open to me, legs spread wide. Beautiful. I kiss her lips then, wet from the arousal sucking me off has created, and she grips my hair, willing me to suck on her clit. Instead I circle her opening before tonguing her as deeply as I can. "Stay still baby."
"I can't! Christian, please." She begs and as much as I want to prolong this and enjoy her, I really want to slide into that depth so I quicken my pace; gently sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves that delivers such pleasure to her. "Oh God! Oh God!" She comes within seconds, the pulsing waves of her orgasm radiating off of her body and as her pleasure begins to recede I pull her down from the couch and swiftly enter her, sheathing myself in her wetness.
"Fuck!"
I slam into her at a punishing rate, she's audibly wet by now, the residual shudders of her orgasm pulling me in deeper. I lift her legs so that our only points of contact are my hands on the back of her knees and the thrusting of our sex and come hard, so hard my teeth throb with the force of it and I collapse on top of her, her legs wrapping around me as I come down.
"Unfuckingbelievable." I look at her then and brush the hair from her face. "You are unfuckingbelieveable." I withdraw from her, lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. She looks good and thoroughly fucked, a look that quite suits her I've decided.
She's clearly in a fog as I stand her up and slip one of my t-shirts on her and swat at her ass to go to the bathroom. She does her night time routine with me, brushing teeth, combing her hair, washing her face and these small moments mean more to me than anything.
She walks, a bit unsteadily, to the guest room to retrieve a pair of panties. Damn. Her grin makes me laugh, she knows exactly what I was thinking. We climb in on opposite sides and meet in the middle, her tiny frame automatically settling against mine.
"Good night sweet girl."
"Good night, Christian. Thank you for a wonderful day." She reaches behind her and pats my head but she's asleep before she can hear my quiet response.
"Thank you, Ana. For everything. Today was the best day of my life."