Author's note: I had a slew of guest reviewers ask questions but I can't respond if you're not logged in. I respond to almost every single review and answer all questions that don't give away the ending so if you want an answer, I'll give it to you but you've got to log in so that I can. Speaking of guest reviewers, I'd like to thank a few personally who are really great about commenting regularly and giving me food for thought. In no particular order SuzB, Michelle, Africa, Bella, Leah, Gwen, Dseiladnad and more. I'm able to say thank you personally to those who are logged in but I can never say it to you all so...thank you.
And I debated doing this but ultimately, I think it's only fair to let you know that in my story, there is NO surprise pregnancy ever. So the whole birth control switch last chapter was because she agreed to do it, not a precursor of things to come. And as to the proposal...they'll get there when it's time. SLOW and steady. They've only been boffing for two months and we've got some stuff to tie up first.
Now grab some wine and don't let the kids read over your shoulder. This chapter, well, it's pretty much all about serious loving. You should check out my pinterest page on this one. I think it helps with some of the visuals. Link on my profile page.
CPOV
Once at home from the wedding Ana insists on a shower to wash away the sweat from dancing but I think she wants to wash off my cum from her breasts more than anything. Despite the unwanted appearance of Paul Clayton we had a really good time.
I sulked for a bit after our closet rendezvous knowing that he was still here and was most likely watching her and sure as shit every time I'd glance his way, his eyes were on her. I don't know where the hell his girlfriend was, I didn't see him dance with anyone all night and I would know, I had three security detail reassigned just to ensure he was kept away from Anastasia.
I sulked until she threw her napkin down and hissed in my ear. "My dress is sticking to me, are you really still all wound up about him being here? Did what we just do prove anything to you? This is a $1500 dress, Christian and it's sticking to me! I'm going to dance with my friends. You can watch or you can join me but I'm not going to sit here and watch you pout because some guy I made out with is in the same room. You want me to get over your past? Get over mine." And then she took that gold covered ass and sashayed it to the dance floor where Casey swung her around like she was a yo-yo.
My palm didn't tingle, it burned. I wanted to leave and I almost demanded that we did just that but then Elliot sat down all sweaty from dancing and told me how dad fell into the Sound when he and Kate went over on Sunday for a boat ride. His imitation had me laughing hard enough to get my mental ass in gear.
Ethan brought over a round of good scotch and told us about his intentions to find a place to live with Mia in Tacoma. I swear to Christ I wanted to throttle the fucker but then I saw him laugh at something on the dance floor and when I followed his line of sight, it was my sister doing a shitty ass version of The Running Man. Right then and there it became clear to me that he loves her, really and truly loves her and his telling us about Tacoma was his way of seeking our approval. So I raised my glass to him.
"Ethan. Keep her smiling and laughing like that and we'll be just fine. But if you hurt my baby sister, no amount scotch is going to keep me from shoving your balls down your throat." Elliot just stared at him all menacing and brooding and then clapped him firmly on the back.
"And I'll pull them out of your ass for you! Welcome to the family, bro. Don't fuck it up." And then Ethan Kavanagh shocked the hell out of both of us by turning the tables on Elliot.
"I'll drink to that, bro. But remember one thing, Elliot. You're dating my baby sister. Same rules apply. You make my Katie cry and all that psychology I learned, well it won't mean a damn thing when I go bull shit on your ass." I sit and stared at my brother not sure how this was going to play out but he stood, extended his hand to Ethan who took it and shook it firmly.
"Understood. Let's go get another drink."
Alone at the table I just watched her move, jumping up and down to some song I didn't recognize, singing and hanging on her girlfriends without a care in the world. When the song changed to Nelly Furtado singing about being Promiscuous, she turned to me, kept her eyes on mine and swayed her hips with her hands above her head. As much as I didn't want him to see that side of her, I couldn't help but feel triumph. Her eyes, her body...are all mine and anyone watching her could see that. I enjoyed the show as long as I could before the urge to touch her drove me out of my chair and onto the dance floor.
"Keep that up, Ms. Steele and I'm going to take you back in that office." She giggled and then pulled me down for a kiss before informing me that it was Kate and Elliot's turn. Sure enough, when I looked for them, they were gone.
"See what you started, baby?"
And that was the rest of the night until at 1am I dragged her out of there, tipsy and laughing her ass off at something Lisa said. Taylor puts up the barrier in the Audi so that we can have some privacy but she's asleep before the car hits the highway mumbling about showers and sweat and semen.
He offers to carry her inside since I've had a few drinks but I refuse the help. Much as I trust Taylor, there is no way in hell another man is carrying my woman. I debate just letting her go straight to bed but she's covered in gold dust, hair spray and my cum so I wake her by standing her in the shower and stripping her down.
"Hey." She says sleepily into my chest. "I changed my mind, I want to go to bed. I'm tired."
"I know, baby. Let's just get you clean and then you can sleep." She chuffs against my pecs and reaches down to grab my erection.
"Yeah right, Grey. Like you're not going to try and fuck me."
"Is that a challenge, Ms. Steele?" Her green eyes look up and blink in rapid succession, the water now causing the mascara and liner to streak down her cheeks.
"I believe it is. I bet you can't wash me, dry me, lotion me and put me to bed without trying to fuck me."
"And if you're wrong?"
"We'll have sex." She grins and shrugs, handing me a pink loofah with her body wash squirted on it.
"And if I'm right?"
"We'll have sex. Tomorrow." Doesn't sound like much of a bet but I'm not going to tell her that.
"Fine. Turn around and rinse out your shampoo now."
"Are you going to take my pictures today like we planned? It's Saturday now, right?" I chuckle at her aloofness and rub conditioner in her hair from root to tips like she showed me. I still think it's funny that she uses the Costco brand of shampoo and conditioner but she insists she loves the way they smell and I'll admit, she looks great and she does smell amazing. This is a woman who has no interest whatsoever in wealth.
"I am. I've got a list of poses that I want you in. I think we're going to stick with black and whites this time around and then next time, we'll do some colors. Barney hooked me up with a professional grade printer or I can put them in an electronic album that only I can access." Her breasts are slippery in my hands and despite my attempts to ignore it, my cock is knocking on her ass asking to come in.
"Hey, I wanted to do something nice for Taylor and Gail. I mean, the dinner reservations you made for Monday are awesome but I want to do something like make them dinner. Me and you. I think Gail would flip out if you cooked."
"Ana, I want her to live happily ever after. Not die from food poisoning."
"Oh come on, she'd love it. And Taylor would get a kick out of it too. I'll walk you through it and we can do it together, I was thinking jambalaya so we could make it in advance." There is something so erotic about watching her cook and the idea of doing that together has definite appeal. Maybe I could turn that into food sex or something...
"Would we eat with them? Or serve them and go?" Me serving my employees? Hard limit.
"Hmmm. I think they'd be more comfortable if we served them and left. Maybe we can do it Sunday night and then go to your parents for dinner. Your mom called yesterday and I told her we'd try to make it. Why didn't you tell me it was Elliot's birthday next week?"
"I would have. For fucks sake, Ana, I didn't tell you it was my birthday and I was trying to have sex with you! Birthdays are just not important to me. And you have Pilates on Sunday. How are we supposed to make dinner?"
"About Pilates. I forgot to tell you that Jared asked if I'd pose for a billboard on I-5 and he also asked if I'd do an instructional video." What the fuck!
"Are you fucking kidding me? Is he insane? I'll buy you your own studio if you want to keep teaching because you are not going back there. What a dickwad!"
"Christian, I already shot him down and he was very nice about it. He's just trying to capitalize on my newfound fame and as a business owner, you can't blame him."
"Hell yes I can complain. You're my girlfriend, Ana. Not a commodity for him to sell. For fucks sake does Sawyer know about this?"
"He was in the room, I thought he was going to pop Jared's head off actually but he kept himself in check." Why the hell did he not tell me this? Absolute bull shit. He'll be hearing from me tomorrow, I don't care if it's his first day off in two weeks.
"Well, you're finished there. He tried to make money off of you and now he's lost you entirely. He can suck on that for a while. Namaste my ass. I bet he doesn't believe in toilet paper that dirt eating, worm saving, bicycle riding freak." I'm really getting worked up and she can tell because she pulls away and turns to me, running her hands over her shoulders and down to her belly. Her distraction technique works immediately.
"Oh stop, keep your hair on. I have no intention of quitting there, I was just keeping you in the loop like you asked me to. Now, I'm ready to be toweled off and lotioned. Long strokes all over my body." Oh she's good.
"Weren't you just begging to go to sleep? I see you've woken up." Her tiny hand reaches out and grabs me again, sliding a bit of lotion over my shaft.
"I see you have as well." Oh no baby girl, I will win. I've got iron clad control. So with that iron clad control in mind I begin at the top of her neck and rub the cream over every inch of her body, passing over her sexual parts as quickly as I can so as not to tempt myself. But try as I might, I can't get rid of this hard on and the longer I stand here rubbing, the more I think this game was a bad idea. When a drop of pre-cum hits my toe, I almost weep. I'm an idiot.
"Give up yet, stud?" Her voice is husky and full of triumph and as much as it turns me on, it fuels the competition as well.
"Not even close."
"Well then, let me lotion you. Wouldn't want you to get all itchy now." I'm going to die if she so much as touches my genital area.
"Shit, Ana! You could have warmed it first!" She's giggling, her shiny breasts jiggling in front of me while she squirts the cold cream on my chest and then walks to my back to do the same. At first I stand in the steamy bathroom and enjoy the feeling of her hands rubbing my muscles. From my shoulders to my fingertips and then over my ass to the tops of my feet. I've never been so well moisturized and surprisingly, even though I'm still hard, I'm more interested in winning than fucking.
Until she stands behind me and presses her warm soft body against my back and reaches around with warmed hands to stroke me. Slower than she's ever touched me before she slides her right hand from my base to my tip, swirling over the top only to slide back down. In the mirror I can see my naked body and her arm wrapped around my waist. Against my back she's brushing her lips over my shoulders, that hot wet tongue occasionally licking the drops of water dripping down my back from my hair.
After a few minutes I'm fighting every fiber in my body to remain still. This game was a stupid idea. Just as I'm about to plead mercy and bend her over the counter she takes one step to the side keeping her body flush against mine but now I can see her. Not for one second does her hand stop and the sight of the muscles in her arm flexing with each glide ratchets up my need for release even more. I'm dying right now and she knows it.
"You are so hot, Christian. Let me do this for you. Forget the game. Just let me do this." Do what? This? No argument here, just keep doing that little twist move at the top.
She keeps me right there, right on the precipice of climax for what feels like an hour but is probably no longer than five minutes. If she would just go a hair faster, I'd be done for. I'm about to beg for that when I feel her left hand slide down my back and over the crack of my ass, between the top of my legs and then, god yes! she cups my balls. Kill me now, I can go to heaven.
Her forehead is pressed against my arm, immobilizing it but I wouldn't move if I had to. Instead I watch the side of her breast shake as she strokes. I watch those tiny but strong muscles in her arm and the way her hand barely wraps all the way around my shaft. And I watch the painted nails on her left hand scratch and caress between my legs until I can't take another second.
"I'm going to come." I grunt out but she doesn't increase her speed. All she does is watch me in the mirror, a look of determination on her face that I only just see a hint of since I can't take my eyes off of her hands. This is the slowest buildup to climax that I've ever experienced and while it feels amazing, it might just kill me. I can't catch my breath no matter how fast and harsh my breathing is and even though I'm a foot taller than her, I lean on her for support because my legs are about to give out.
In front of me I see black spots and white flashes of light and then, just as I reconcile that this orgasm is going to kill me she kisses my arm, softly and lovingly and it totally undoes me. Stream after stream of pleasure shoots out of me and onto the floor, each rope a release that I can feel in my toes. Still her hand doesn't speed up and damn if that doesn't draw this out longer than ever. I can hear my roar, can even feel it in my throat. I can see my body trembling and emptying but I'm so on fire, I'm in such a heightened state of true arousal that I feel like I'm floating.
This woman has brought me to sexual subspace, a place I've not been to in over eight years. But this time, I feel no fear or vulnerability, I just feel…euphoric.
It takes a full minute for me to recover. I have to tell my toes to uncurl and I should take another shower from all of the sweat covering me but I can't move. Ana kisses my arm again and then reaches for a towel, wiping her own hand, then my cock, and then the floor in front of me before tossing it into the hamper in the corner. I should do that but I still can't move.
"You ok?" She looks concerned and I guess in a way she should be. I feel like I'm not even here right now.
"I'm…I'm fine. I'm just…" With a grin she turns her back to me and looks over her shoulder.
"Need a piggy back ride to bed?" I break out in a grin that hurts and smack her cute little ass, delighted in the shade of red it instantly turns.
"I need another shower is what I need."
"Should I wait here to lotion you again?"
"Uh, no. I wouldn't survive that again." When she turns to walk to our room I sneak one more good look at that ass and sure enough, a perfect replica of my hand print is on her right cheek. Normally that would get me hard as granite but right now, he's down for the count.
When I do get into bed she's fast asleep, naked but covered with the blankets until I pull them down to look at her. This tiny innocent woman just made me come so hard I saw literal stars. How did I get so lucky? When she shivers I draw the blankets back up and press myself against her back, bending her so that I'm wrapped around her entirely. The palm of my left hand finds it's spot between her breasts and flattens against her sternum, the steady thump of her heart beating out 'mine mine mine' until I fall asleep.
"Good morning sunshine! Would you like tomato, orange, grapefruit or pineapple juice this morning with your pancakes?" Instead of answering I raise the camera and snap a picture of her in yoga pants and a white tank top which is convenient since that's on my list of desired looks today.
"Hey! I haven't even brushed my teeth let alone my hair!"
"Don't care, you look beautiful. Now, which juice is furthest back in the fridge?"
"Pineapple."
"Then that's what I want." When she reaches in I snap a few more of her half bent and snicker. Today is going to be awesome. Between the pictures and what I have planned in the playroom, today is all about ogling this remarkably sexy woman.
"You slept well. You even snored."
"I did not!" I do not snore despite what she says.
"Yes, you did. Loud enough for me to wake up and make you flip over to your other side. Between that and your hot breath on my neck I was about to move to the guest bedroom."
"Well at least I don't get up to pee every two hours. And do you have to jump back into bed every time?"
"I have a small bladder and yes! Didn't you do that as a kid? Run from the light switch or the bathroom to your bed so the monsters under your bed didn't get you?" She cracks me up.
"You're so weird. You're almost 23. There are no monsters under your bed."
"Did you do it or not do it?"
"Of course! Every little kid does. Elliot used to sleep with his closet light on because he was convinced that ET was in there waiting to take him back to his planet. Actually, come to think of it, Mia was the only one of us never really afraid of that shit."
"So what's the schedule for the day? I want to shower and do my hair and makeup but I'm not doing it now if you're not planning to take pictures for four hours."
"It's ten o'clock now. I want to catch up on the news and then I have two important calls to make and then I want to get down to business. Figure two pm we'll start."
Once the breakfast dishes are cleaned we're back in bed; me with my laptop and phone, Ana with her book. Occasionally she puts it down to listen to a story on the news playing on the screen on the opposing wall.
"How often did you watch TV in here? Before me I mean." I have to think. It's as if the life I led before her wasn't real and day by day it slips further and further from my mind.
"Maybe twice a week, mostly before work to see what the market was doing. Why?"
"No real reason. You just have so many gadgets and electronics and I hardly see you use them. Seems like a waste." I have to laugh.
"You're such a girl. Men love tech. We buy it just to own it like you women do with shoes. You may wear that pair of black boots twice but you'll pay $1k for them. We do the same thing." And then I launch into a monologue about HD vs. regular television, satellite vs. fiber optics and all the while she lies there, her eyes open but slowly glazing over with each word.
"Ana?" Three rapid blinks.
"Fascinating. I'm going to take a nap now, your snoring kept me up for hours."
"Good idea, you're going to need your rest for what I have planned for later."
"The playroom?" She breathes, sinking down into the mattress with her eyes wide.
"Yes. The playroom. So rest up sweets because your mind and your body are about to get fucked into a new dimension."
While she sleeps I make my calls, berating the COO of the conglomerate in Japan I purchased back in June. He's deadweight and needs to go but his connections within the international business community make him a valuble asset. I rip him apart, again, and threaten his job, again. His apologetic begging grates on me so I end the call abruptly and grab the camera I've been fiddling with for two days now.
Yesterday I flew in a technical developer from Pentax so that she could show me a few pointers and teach me how to use the camera. Jose came by after lunch and taught me how to use lighting to my advantage and even though we only had a 30 minute lesson, I felt like I had learned quite a bit. He's a gifted photographer, the evidence of that is already displayed in the lobby of GEH along with the first through fifth floors.
I'd like to commission him to take some photos for our home on the Sound I plan on building once Ana becomes my wife but I'm hesitant to mix business with my personal life and as incredible as it sounds, Jose has become something of a friend. We've managed to keep those two worlds separate on the few occasions he was at GEH for his work but yesterday, even though he was there in a professional capacity, we wound up talking about the Mariners and the best place in the city for burgers. I still think he's a freak for never having made a move on Ana but I'm no longer concerned about his relationship with her.
When he suggests hitting a bar with Elliot and Ethan for footballs opening day in a few weeks I tell him I'll arrange security. My ass hits the chair the second the door closes in shock.
My second call is more of a check in so I listen, make notes where applicable, demand changes where necessary and then end it. Purchasing three steel mills in one swipe was ballsy and stressful but to get a real foothold in China and get myself in a position to close this latest deal with Shizu, it had to be done. I'm making money already from that particular acquisition and despite Ros's insistence that we needed a satellite office in Asia to oversee our increasing presence there, I feel like the team in place there has done an outstanding job.
I can't wait until two so we can get started with these pictures but my watch reads 1:27 so I kill time by calling my mom to make dinner plans for Sunday. If Ana thinks she's going back to Jared's studio, she is out of her damn mind. People like him kill me. They bitch about wealth and scorn those who have it but the second they can capitalize on something financially, they are all over it. You hate money? Fine. But hate it all the time, not just when it's not yours.
At five of two I make my way to our bedroom which is perfect since that's where we'll start the session. Ana is blowing out her hair in the bathroom with the door closed so I run up to the playroom to retrieve the ben-wah balls and then stash them in my night table until I want her to put them in. As much as I'm going to want to have sex with her right now, I will delay gratification for both of us until we are in that red room at the top of the stairs.
I've been thinking a lot about this. This is my opportunity to show her what healthy BDSM can be. Her preconceived notion, which much of mainstream society shares, was only made worse when she learned that my introduction was through a child molester even though the two things are mutually exclusive. I can understand her hesitation and I can see how learning about how I got into it has only compounded her initial thoughts on the lifestyle.
In many ways, this is like a reintroduction for me. I have no intention of ever using punishments or pain in my sex life anymore but I have every intention of using kink. As she gets more comfortable, we can slowly introduce floggers and paddles and things of that nature but right now my plan is to focus on the pure pleasure of letting yourself go when you submit to someone completely. A good Dom's entire agenda is to bring maximum pleasure to his sub's experience and I'm the best Dom there is. That's just a fact.
So as I go through our closet and pull the items I want out, my mind races in anticipation of what her reaction will be. I want her to love that room so much that she begs me to take her there regularly. Not so much because I need it, but because her acceptance of it means her total acceptance of me and that, that is something I need.
"What are you doing?" When I turn she's in nothing but a towel, her long brown hair blown out into big soft waves that frame her delicate face.
"You put makeup on."
"Just a bit of eye makeup and some red lip gloss. Do you want me to take it off?"
"No, it looks great. You look great. I was just looking for these."
"My patent black Louboutin's?" She takes them from my outstretched hand and stares at them. "Why?"
"Put them on and then get on the bed. Lose the towel."
"Oh, we're…we're starting now I guess." The pumps fall to the floor and she slides them on, dropping the white terrycloth into the hamper before walking to the bed. Cue my boner.
"I want you on your knees, about a foot apart. Let your hair fall down your back." I've switched on every light and I've opened the blinds so that the room is filled with the afternoon sun. Once in position I begin to snap, capturing the curves and shadows of her body. "Now, Ana. I won't take any full on nude photos today. Today's pictures are all about suggestion. I'm too afraid someone might get their hands on them so for now, I'm going to enjoy discovering every part of your body and I'm going to capture it on film for my enjoyment only."
She stays still and watches me move around her. My lens focuses on the smooth skin of her back and the way the muscles on each side frame her spine. I love the way her waist tapers and then flares out to her hips, a feminine form that drives men around the world crazy. At the top of her ass she has two little dimples and I reach out with one finger to touch them. I've seen her naked a hundred times at least but this is the first time I can really saturate myself in her.
"Bend over so that you're on all fours. Perfect, now move your arms down a bit so that only the sides of your breasts are visible. Just like that." I brush her hair over her shoulder and stand at her head, taking a shot from her neck down to the base of her spine with just a hint of her ass before taking a few from the side of her torso and arm. "Now walk to the window and sit facing out on that blanket I've put there." As fast as I can I shoot her staring out at the clouds. Her hair is loose down her back so her breasts are visible but she looks so perfect, so peaceful and erotic that I throw caution to the wind and record the visual for eternity. Mine.
"Lift your hair up on your head, just like that. You're a natural model, baby." After a few snaps she drops her hair and turns to face me, lightly biting one finger with the look in her eyes. I capture her like that for three frames before she stands with a pout.
"Now go back to the bed and kick off the shoes. Lay down on your belly as if you were sun bathing. Just be casual and comfortable. God you are so gorgeous, baby. Do you know that? Do you know how stunning you are?" With a contented sigh she rests her forehead against her folded arms and lets me photograph her legs and feet.
"Now turn over, just be natural. I want to get some side shots of your chest and stomach." Within seconds of being exposed to the air her nipples pebble. They're beautiful and now they're caught on film. It's been thirty minutes or so and I think I've done pretty well keeping away so I reward myself with a taste of her. Her eyes fling open when I pull one leg over and bend my mouth to her sex, swirling my tongue around to capture her essence.
"Christian…" she moans, her hand twisting in my hair but I'm only here for a taste. I want her desperate when we get to the playroom and this is my first step in getting her there. A short minute later, just as she begins to grind against my mouth I stop and reach for the camera again, snapping her stomach muscles as she breathes out hard. "That's so mean."
Without a word from me I stand and saunter to the wall near the door, turning the lights off so that only the natural sunlight illuminates the room. Her eyes follow me back and blink slowly, seductively when I kneel by the bed. She wants me just as much as I want her.
"Turn your face away from me." When she does I rise and suck her nipple into my mouth, pulling and biting it until she's again moaning. "Now stay like that. Damn, Ana you are seriously hot." The camera catches the slope of her neck, the roundness of her shoulder, the gentle rise of her breasts and her hardened nipples.
"Follow me." Naked and barefoot she takes my hand and lets me lead her to the dining room table. "Get on and crawl to the middle and then lie down on your side, both arms in front of you so that I can see the curves of your body only." When she's done that I rub myself over my pajama pants when she's not looking, just to get some relief, and then explain why I chose this spot while fanning out her chestnut hair behind her.
"I wanted something hard and unforgiving to highlight the gentle soft dips and slopes of your body. Good, just like that, just stay still. Perfect. Now lie on your back, bend your knees and place your feet on the edges of the table. Hands above your head, arch your back. Oh fuck yes. Holy shit that looks amazing." I'll never make it another four hours.
"We need to get you dressed, I can't take you being naked like this." Back in the bedroom I toss her a white tank top and a pair of white bikini underwear with dainty little bows on the hips.
"This is supposed to keep you off of me?"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Put on only the tank and then come here. Bring the panties." I'm pitching a serious tent in these pants and I'm doing my best to ignore it but once she starts strutting over in just that damn tank I just about give up. Only her smirk stops me from throwing in the towel on this self imposed delay.
I stand and point to the spot I had just been sitting. "Kneel, knees far apart and right on the edge, head on the mattress, don't move." She does what I say and I step back to admire the view, the possibilities driving me crazy. In the drawer I retrieve the balls and then sit with my back to the bed underneath her spread legs, tipping my head back and pulling her pussy down to my mouth.
"Holy shit, Christian! Holy…holy…oh my god…" And once I've got her good and going I slip first one and then two balls into her, pushing them deep and then licking her top to bottom until she's about to come. I stop, she falls forward and whines and I smile in triumph.
"Ow!" She protests when I slap my hand on her ass but she smiles and rolls to her side, running her fingers down the side of my face. "How long do I have to keep these in?"
"About three more hours." She sits straight up, jaw open and eyes wide.
"Are you kidding me? I can't do that! I'll combust!"
"Now you know how I feel 23 hours of the day. I only feel better when I'm actually about to come or just have. I live in a state of constant arousal around you, you can do it for a few hours. Now, let's finish these pictures and then I'm going to watch as you make me dinner."
"Stand against the window there facing me after you've put your panties on. Now pinch your nipples until they're hard. I want to see them through your shirt in the photo. Per-fucking-ect. Take off the tank and put on my white button down but leave it open. Switch your panties for these black ones." A few more poses, a few more huffs of protests from her on the sensation between her legs and I allow her to sit down on the couch in the library with a book and a cup of tea.
"That was fun." She glowers at me over her book and nudges between my legs with her toes until I take her foot and start to massage it. I don't think I've sat in this library and just read a book...ever. It's kind of nice until she starts whining again.
"This is crazy unfair." Her griping does nothing but strengthen my resolve.
"You're cute as fuck when you pout. What are you making me for dinner?"
"I'd argue but just talking makes these things shift around and damn it if I'm not on edge already. Damn you, Grey!"
"Dinner?"
"Ugh. I was just going to do a quick grilled chicken with couscous and spinach."
"I want to be finished by six. It's 4:30 now. Get to cooking, woman." For a woman who doesn't usually follow orders well, she's quite accepting of them today. That will bode well for her tonight…
APOV
Freaking balls. I hate these things. Actually, I love these things. When I'm bending to put the last plate into the dishwasher one shifts and rubs and oh god I hate these things. Christian is at the breakfast bar, a satisfied smirk on that pretty face of his. Well he can just sit there in his $290 pajama pants and watch because I'm about to go into the bathroom and take these out and then rub one out. I can do that now, he taught me how.
And yes, $290 pajama pants. I know this because ever since Liberia I look up the price for everything. I can't help it. I feel like one big walking hypocrite but then Christian reminds me that it's this wealth that funds the charity and allows us to take the time off to focus on FTN and other philanthropy. But $290 pajama pants…how stupid is that? We sleep naked anyway.
"Why do you keep checking your phone? Who are you waiting on?"
"Heather. She called this morning, it's what woke me up." His brows rise, waiting for me to explain so begrudgingly I tell him the basics of our very rushed, very harshly whispered phone call.
"Sawyer showed up early this morning with flowers and breakfast so she called to see if I had said anything to him and was pissed when I mentioned that I may have told him that he had hurt her." He rolls his eyes as if to say, 'told you not to get involved'.
"And?"
"Oh, you want to know? Or are you going to just give me grief for talking to two friends?" His eyes roll again so I smack him with the kitchen towel which he grabs from me only to smack me with it.
"Continue. Please."
"She didn't want to let him in but he was banging on the door and she was afraid her neighbors would call the cops so she let him in and then locked herself in the bedroom. That's all I got because she called me from there and then started rambling about her teeth not being brushed and she hadn't done laundry in a week and she hadn't gotten a wax with me and Kate last week..." His hand shoots up at that and I stop, realizing a second too late that he probably didn't need to know all of that.
"So he's there and she doesn't want to see him? Is he still there? Did they work it out?" I love gossipy Christian.
"I don't know. I've called and texted a few times but she's not answered any of them so she's either really pissed or he's still there." For a moment I forget the balls are in me and bend to put away the pot and damn if he didn't catch the look that crossed my face. Bliss mixed with desperation mixed with hate mixed with lust.
"How are you feeling, Ana?" Ugh. I hate these balls. Until he lightly spanks my butt and damn, I love these balls.
"Six o'clock baby girl. You ready?" Shit. Am I? I have thought about this for days now but I'm still so unsure of what his expectations are that I'm not sure if I'm ready anymore. I have no idea, none, on how to be a sub. OK, you're not going to be a sub, you're going to be submissive. Big difference, Ana, don't forget that.
"Explain it to me. What to expect, what I need to do. Everything from this point on." He stands between my legs after hoisting me onto the counter, languidly running his palms over my thighs as if to soothe me. It works.
"When we go into that room, I am your Dom and you are to submit to me totally." I notice how he didn't call me his submissive. Smart man. "You will trust me in all things and I will take great pleasure in that trust. The first thing you will do is strip to your panties and you will get on your knees on a mat by the door. Sit back on your heels, legs spread, palms up, head down. I will braid your hair and then you'll do whatever it is I tell you to do." Instinct kicks in and I start to say 'yeah right' but I stop myself. I asked for this.
"So, panties only, on my knees, you braid my hair. What else?" I can see the rise in his pants but I can also see the struggle play out on his face. "Christian. I want you to do to me exactly what you did with them. I want to experience Christian Grey the Dom in all his glory. I mean it, just tell me what would be protocol or whatever you call it."
"I can't do exactly what I did with them to you, Ana. It's not possible because there was very little affection and no love. I can't just shut that off with you. It's different and that's ok."
"OK, but the basics, the technicalities, keep them the same if you can. I want this to be good for you." I want you to never ever think you need another woman again.
"Oh trust me, just knowing you're willing to try this is good for me. I am going to rock your world tonight, baby." His kiss sets me aflame but I keep my wits about me and gently push him back while I'm still allowed.
"What about the contract stuff? Calling you Sir? No looking or touching or making noise? What about limits and that kind of stuff?" Both of his feet shift uncomfortably beneath him. This is unnerving for him, his restless unease is evident with each passing moment even though he's desperately trying not to let me see it.
"In that room, and only in that room I expect to be called Sir. You are always allowed to touch me but more often than not you'll be restrained. And since I'm addicted to those little noises of yours, I want to hear them but you will not speak unless asked a direct question." One shoulder rises on a shrug and a sigh before his hand grabs at his hair. "As to limits and all, well, I know you don't want to do anything related to your ass but outside of that, I'm not sure what you wouldn't want." Blush. Major blush.
"I'm willing to let you try anything except the...butt stuff for now. I have no idea what I'll like and what I won't so we'll do it slow, ok? Figure it out as we go?" Those lips break out into a huge smile and the hand that was tearing out his hair drops to the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss.
"I love that you said 'we'll figure it out' because this is a journey for both of us. I may know the road a more than you but I feel like a novice in a lot of ways right now. Your trust in me brings me to my knees, Ana. I won't betray that."
"I know you won't. I'm ready to do this." In other words, let's get this show on the road before I chicken out.
"Go use the bathroom and meet me upstairs in ten minutes. I want you just as I described."
"Naked, at the door." He nods and brushes his thumb over my lip before leaving for our bedroom. I'm going to hurl any second now from nerves but amazingly, I make it up the stairs and use the sub room bathroom before standing in front of that locked foreboding door. How many times have I stood here and wondered…
The key is where he left it last time he showed me this room; hanging on a hook in the corner of the utility closet. The door swings open to the scent of wood and citrus but something is different, I can feel it right away. On the wall are the same crops and other leather things I'll need to learn the names of and the furniture is the same…except the room seems brighter somehow, less intimidating. Above the headboard of the bed is a huge slanted mirror in a gilded silver frame. That's new.
In its reflection I see myself in black and white with pouty lips and a come hither gaze. What in the…Holy shit he has one of Jose's pictures in here. Oh my god. Nervous laughter catches in my throat on the short walk to the portrait where I trace my fingers over the edge of the canvas. He loves me so much.
The room is comfortably warm so when I fold my clothes in a neat pile in the corner I'm not chilled. I've still got two minutes to explore and on my second go around I notice the sheets. Gone are the red tacky ones that he's used with every other woman. In their place is cream colored silk. My heart explodes in my chest. The bench has been reupholstered and the cross…that's it, that's the big difference. That cross thing that was here was dark wood but this one is lighter and has intricate carvings at each end. He switched this stuff out for me.
The last few minutes have allowed me to come up with a game plan of sorts. I figure even the most experienced subs had to have their first time so I'll look at this as training. My plan is to stay quiet, absorb it all, stop all thoughts of my own and hand Christian the reigns. In doing so, I'll be able to learn from him exactly what he likes, exactly what I like, and exactly how this room will fit into our relationship. He may have had other women in here but this room is mine from now on.
I take my place by the door and sink to my knees on a prayer. Please Lord, keep me safe. The door opens and then closes slowly. From my vantage point the only part of him I can see are his feet. How have I not noticed how insanely sexy his feet are? I am so going to kiss those toes later. The bottom of his jeans look frayed and as much as I want to look up and see the rest of him, I don't. This is his show.
"Anastasia. Months I've dreamed of this. And now you're here." He stands still and pauses, almost as if he's working the realization of this moment out in his head. I feel empowered by his desire.
You look incredible like that, open and waiting for me. Stand. Eyes down." The first thing I notice is the change in his voice. Gone is the sensitive, hesitant boyfriend from the kitchen. In his place is a man who appears taller, broader and way more focused. I sense no fear, no hesitation, nothing except absolute control and authority. It makes me wet.
"Turn." His fingers give me goose bumps when he braids my hair and then wraps it around his fist, tugging me backwards before biting the flesh of my neck where it meets my shoulder. "So sweet. I am going to have so much fun with you and your hot little body."
Against my backside I feel a metal button and the warm skin of his chest and realize that his jeans are the only thing on his body and even they're half undone. In three long strides he's in the middle of the room, back to me as he breathes deeply and calls my name. It's the first time I've seen him since he walked in. Oh hell yes.
The faded jeans I saw the bottom of hang low on his hips so that the dimples above his ass are visible. And his back, oh god his back, has that deep groove straight down the center where the muscles divide and separate. I can see that he's tense but controlled. The blades of his shoulders are covered by sinew and lightly tanned skin that ripples as he breathes. From this far away, I can barely see his scars but I know where each and every one of them are.
"Anastasia. Come here."
My feet make no sound but he knows I'm behind him when he turns and takes my wrists, lifting them above my head and securing them in black leather cuffs attached to a chain on the ceiling. "Breathe, Anastasia." He says hot against my temple, one finger sliding between my skin and the cuffs to ensure they're not too tight.
"You should know that I have thought about this scene for months. Every second of it right down to the last orgasm I'm going to give to you." Over my eyes he places a black lace blindfold. "I will push you tonight and every night that we're in here but I will never take you over your limit. You need to trust that. Do you trust me, Anastasia?" I nod.
"Yes, Sir." He reminds me.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Your safe words are coffee and tea just like in the bedroom the first time I spanked you. You liked that little bit of pain then, didn't you?" Another nod but he doesn't correct me this time. Thank god these are yes and no answers because my mouth is as dry as my pussy is wet.
I feel him leave me but he says nothing. A minute, then two goes by before I begin to feel the first flutters of panic. Being strung up is one thing, not seeing is another, but not knowing where he is and what he's doing is freaking me out.
"Christian?"
"In here you will address me as Sir, Anastasia." From the sound of his voice he's in front of me and not too far away.
"Sir?" I feel like an idiot calling him that. Switch your mind off, Ana. Go with it, enjoy it. Play the role and own it.
"I'm right here, looking at you, memorizing every line of your body. You are perfection." I don't hear him come to me but suddenly there is heat against my back. "I love every part of you." One warm finger slides my braid over my shoulder and then comes back down to circle around the base of my neck before dragging over my skin towards my arm. "I especially love these two freckles." That finger presses each one individually and then he repeats, very slowly and almost to himself, "These two freckles."
"Chri, I mean, Sir?" But he ignores me and instead walks away. Within seconds the sound of rain fills the room and then the chant of what I think are monks begins a song in what I assume is Latin but quickly figure out is French. Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy. The beat is sexy but the translated words are sexier.
I want to go after my fantasies
I know that is forbidden
I'm crazy, I surrender
Mea Culpa
He slides his hands around my waist and then slowly smooths his palms up to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling the areolas. "Beautiful." He whispers and then lightly licks that spot behind my ear that makes me go crazy. His body presses against mine but he's naked now, the heat of his erection pressed against the crack of my ass while his hips make small movements upwards. I'm desperate for him to touch my nipples but he doesn't and instead lets his hands drop lower to grip my hips, one sliding down between my legs.
It hovers there, lightly brushing over my mound until his middle finger brushes up and down my slit. "Open your legs, Anastasia." I do as far as I can and that finger goes lower until it slips between my lips, gathers a little moisture, and drags back up to circle the top of my slit. The whine I emit when he removes it is silenced immediately when he pushes that same finger into my mouth.
"Taste yourself. I crave that daily, hourly." I suck his finger like I would his cock until he drags it down the length of my torso and back between my legs.
"So wet. So soft." His finger stiffens and moves back down and back up over and over until I'm panting and pushing back against him. "Stay still and just feel while I watch you come on my hand. Control your body, Anastasia. Just feel, don't move." Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize he's standing behind me just like I did last night in the bathroom. Is he watching this in the mirror like I did? Faster and faster his finger flicks over my clit while the rest of him stays perfectly still. "Now, Anastasia. Come for me now."
Less than a minute he's been touching me like this but the second he reaches down and yanks the balls from me, I detonate. My legs buckle underneath me but the hand on my hip holds me tight while the cuffs around my wrists hold me up. Behind me Christian is quiet until I stop shaking and then he unclips the cuffs, rubbing my shoulders and arms.
Just as the feeling returns in my hands he stops and widens his stance before commanding me to turn and face him.
"On your knees." Without hesitation I obey. "Open your mouth." As soon as I do I feel the head of his cock circle my lips. "Tongue out." Even with my eyes blindfolded I can tell he's fisting the base of his cock, pushing down on my tongue until he hits the back of my throat. "You're going to deep throat me, Anastasia. You've done it before but never with a blindfold on. I will fuck your mouth and watch us in the mirror behind you until I come. If you need to stop, tap on my leg since you'll be unable to safe word."
I think about asking something snarky like, 'why wouldn't I just pull back' but then he eases himself as far back as he can and tangles his fingers in my hair. Centimeter by centimeter he pushes in until he reaches the back of my throat. I stick my tongue out like I read about and relax my jaw, a hiss followed by a soft, 'god damn' are my rewards. The first time I swallow, he almost loses his balance.
"Fuck, it's going to be quick. You look so hot, on your knees in front of me, head bobbing up and down. Oh yeah, just like that." His breathing becomes more like a grunt now, the volume of it increasing with every undulation of his hips until he pulls my braid tight and stills. I can't feel him coming since he's so far back but underneath my hands his thighs stiffen and tremble, a final, "Fuck!" yelled out before he takes a step back. I gag a little when he leaves me but he ignores it and hoists me up, pulling me to him and then lifting me to him. "Are you alright?" He labors out and I know he's referring to the first time he did that to me so I answer quickly to dispel any anxiety of his.
"Yes. Great." Strong arms lift me up and grab my butt with both hands.
"Wrap your legs around me."
A few short strides later I feel the smooth cool wood of the cross at my back. One hand and then the other get strapped into another set of cuffs, his finger again checking to ensure they're not too tight before he glides both of his hands down one leg, cuffing me at the ankle. He repeats the move on my other leg so that I'm spread eagle and totally restrained. I admit, this is a bit unnerving. At least before I had my legs available to use. As if he can read my mind he speaks softly, his breath against my neck so that he can kiss the hollow of my throat.
"You are completely safe, Anastasia. I would never hurt you." He leaves me then for a few seconds and then returns, standing a bit further away this time. "You have no idea how many times I jacked off thinking of you just like this. God damn it I want you." The image of him jerking off sends a flood of wetness between my legs. What an image.
The music stops and another song starts, one I immediately recognize. If he's trying to have auditory sex, he's doing a good job. Just as Janet Jackson sings 'Anytime Anyplace' his mouth closes on one nipple, sucking and tugging until it's hard and long. I feel the chill of air when he pulls away and then a brief but sharp bite of pain just as he begins on my other nipple. I want to writhe my hips but I can't move much on here and now I'm primed and waiting for the sting on this breast as well. It comes as expected but I'm prepared this time and don't cry out.
"So beautiful." When I move I can feel that besides the actual clips, there is something hanging from them and judging by the temperature, it's either metal or some sort of stone since it's cold against my skin. He flicks each one once and then grabs my hips again, adjusting me slightly before licking down my torso, over my slit and straight back, piercing my opening with his tongue.
"Oh my god!" I know I'm not supposed to talk but I can't help it. He just dove right in with no warm up, nothing. It takes a few seconds before I understand that that was his plan. To keep me in the dark so that I have no time to prepare or fear, only react. His hot mouth on my sex, his tongue inside me and both hands gently pulling at the clamps has me coming before the song finishes its second rotation.
"Come on my mouth, Anastasia." Is all he says the entire time and I do, gasping at the onslaught. Before I'm totally down from the high he's standing, his wet face pressed into the crook of my neck as he drives his entire length into me. After a few thrusts he pulls off the blindfold and stops moving, grabbing my face between both hands so that he can kiss me with my own scent. "You're doing so well, baby."
I want to smile and encourage him so that he knows I'm enjoying this but I'm still off in orgasm LaLa Land so the best I can do is a small moan which gets drowned out by his own harsh breath when he begins to pump again. His hips are forceful and fast, his arms spread over mine gripping each of my hands strapped to the cross like a sacrifice. He kisses me harshly and then lets his head fall back while he fucks me harder. I only know he's come when I feel him get thicker and then stop moving. No groan, no hiss, no words and not once did his eyes leave mine. His control is truly evident in this room.
The minute he withdraws I feel the trickle of our fluids down my leg but attentive as always, he pulls a wipe off of the small table next to us and cleans me off, gently reaching between my legs. It reminds me of our first time together and without warning I'm overcome with emotions so strong for him I fear they might suffocate me. When he's finished he unhooks me and walks me to the mirror, standing behind me so that I can see myself.
"Your breasts look amazing like this." His hands cup each one, shaking them enough so that the two smaller diamonds that dangle from each of the larger diamond sway. They actually look like replica's of the earrings he bought for me. He wouldn't have...
"Are they real?"
"Of course they are, Anastasia. I'd never buy you fake diamonds. I had Cartier make these for you two days after I first made love to you."
"Cartier makes nipple clamps?" He full on laughs behind me, resting his chin on my head and drops his hands.
"They do now." He playfully swats my butt and points towards the bed. "Now get on the bed face down, arms at your sides and be careful with the clamps, they're staying on for now."
I seriously don't know how he's hard again because I'm still recovering from the cross but it almost seems as if he's just getting warmed up. The mattress dips next to me and I prepare myself for sex but he surprises me with drops of warm oil on my back and down each leg. It smells like jasmine and feels like silk. With his huge strong hands he rubs my entire body down, focusing on my shoulders and the joints of my pelvis which makes sense since I've been held wide open for...who knows how long now.
When I'm well rubbed and totally relaxed he lies next to me on his side so that I can see him and runs his fingers slowly up my spine and back down. There are no pillows or blankets on the bed so I'm not sure where he pulls the ribbon from but suddenly it's there between us, blood red against satin cream. I gasp at his audacity.
"Look familiar? It appears, Ms. Steele, as if you gave me two gifts the other night. I'm not sure which one I like better. Hands above your head as if you were going to pray." His weight shifts as he binds my wrists together with the ribbon from the camera box. Once he's satisfied he ties it to a conveniently placed metal bar on the headboard, leans back and moans appreciatively.
"There's so much I want to do with you, Anastasia, so much I want to play with and introduce you to but right now we're going to just use the basics. I'm going to adjust you now, be mindful of the clamps."
Gently he lifts my waist so that my ass is in the air and then he pushes my knees up so that they almost touch my breasts. I'm basically folded in half in a begging position with my shins and feet the only part of me that is still flat on the bed. Lenny Kravitz's 'I Belong to You' begins to play just as Christian's hands run from shoulder to ankle, one after the other. Each time his hands reach my feet he pulls them a bit further apart until it almost hurts my hip bones.
When every cell of my body is awake he palms me, his fingers spreading me open at the same time something room temperature and hard touches my shoulder. I jump but he presses one hand flat on my ass and holds me still while whatever is on my back begins to vibrate down my side and over the back of my legs, back up the other side and around the top of my spine before he clicks it off and drags it down my butt so that it rests against my opening.
"Shhh, steady, Anastasia. Only pleasure, remember. This is the Lelo Soraya vibrator. I want you to stay as still as you can while I fuck you with it."
Inch by inch he pushes it into me until I feel something soft but firm against my clit. When he's satisfied that it's in as far as it can go, he turns it on and holy shit does that feel different. This feels so...naughty and so...hot. At first it's too much sensation and I want him to stop but just as I'm about to cry out a safe word he pulls it out all the way, giving me just the small break I need.
With well-timed movements he fucks me with it, each push against me swaying my breasts and pulling at the clamps that are dragging on the cream silk sheets. Each time it becomes too much he withdraws it and runs one hand over my back until I've calmed. I'm sweating enough so that the sheet is damp beneath my forehead and somewhere in the back of my mind I remind myself to not let Gail clean up this room but then he increases the vibration and all coherent thoughts scatter.
I feel like I'm out of control and that I'm falling into a pit of chaos but just as the fear begins to escalate he yanks my braid and it immediately grounds me and centers me and makes me feel…safe. Almost as if he knew where my head was at just then. Twice more he pulls until finally my back arches into his chest and my body shakes, the walls of my sex literally clamping down so hard that I push out the vibrator.
"Yes, Anastasia. Come while I watch." And again, as I'm just about to come down from the physical euphoria only he can bring, he slides into me, the teal colored vibrator tossed carelessly next to him. His movements are slow and calculated this time, his body taut over mine. I can feel the supported weight of him against my back so when I turn my face and look up to see him gripping the headboard right above me, I'm not surprised.
His teeth bite the end of the ribbon and pull, freeing my hands and arms which he promptly pulls behind me so that my wrists are held by his hands against my lower back. He doesn't thrust, he doesn't speak. He just stays still and flexes inside of me.
I'm delirious and exhausted but one look at him when he flips me onto my back and I know we're not finished. Can you die from orgasms? Because I might.
"No more, Sir, no more. I can't, no more." But he ignores me and lifts my hands back to the headboard, clipping them in yet another pair of soft leather cuffs. "Please, Sir. No more." He looks at me and blinks but then climbs off the bed and pulls something that looks like a triangle pillow out from the closet before turning off the music entirely.
"Lift your ass for me, Anastasia. If you really want me to stop, you need to safe word. If you say coffee or tea I will stop immediately." Do I need him to stop? I'm not entirely sure but knowing I can control that gives me the push I need to see this through to the end. So I lift my butt high enough so that he can shove the wedge under me. He climbs back on, positions himself between my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the triangle then leans behind him to grasp two black cuffs which he attaches to each ankle. Once they're secure he pulls a chain from each side of the bed and attaches it to a clip on the cuff before tightening and securing the chain so that my legs are held up high and wide.
My arms are stretched out above my head, my ass and sex is high up in the air and spread wide, my legs are as far apart as they can go. I have never in my life felt more vulnerable and for a moment I panic, my breathing quickening, my heart rate beating at an alarming rate. Instantly Christian sees my fear and lays on top of me, stroking my face and covering me with his body. Hard, warm, male, safe.
"I would never hurt you, Anastasia. You're doing great. Trust me, let me give this to you. Let me take this from you." And even though I have no idea what he's talking about I agree, mentally at least, to trust him. I don't verbalize anything because, truthfully, I can't speak right now. I feel like I'm balancing on the edge of two universes. One I know, the other I'm being called to.
"I want you to understand, Anastasia. I want to introduce you to this world. Let me." He's still in Dom mode but there is a softness to his voice that is all boyfriend. He says no more, just sits back and unclips each clamp from my nipples, pushes my breasts together and sucks hard. At first it feels like an icy pain but then the pain morphs into exquisite pleasure, so laser focused that I can feel a direct line from my nipples to my clit.
"You won't be able to move and this will be very intense. I want you to focus on the pleasure, not the fear of the unknown." Once more he checks to ensure that I can't move and then hovers above me as if he was going to do a pushup. Every muscle in his chest is bulging, every hard line of his pecs, deltoids, abs, arms and neck glisten with a light sheen of sweat and absolute, unequivocal alpha male. In this position I can see his awesome physical prowess and with a stifled whimper, I beg him to enter me. I am on testosterone overload.
With a slowness that could kill me he lowers his shaft into my upturned sex and slides in until he's fully sheathed. No part of his body moves other than his hips. Even his eyes are closed in concentration. When the pleasure intensifies I close my own eyes and do just what he said to do, I focus on the incredible sensation between my legs where he is splitting me open and filling me.
"Look down, Anastasia. Watch while I take you." Oh my god.
His neck is bent to watch with me, our foreheads touching, our breath mingling with each labored pant. I've seen us have sex before but this is different. This is a possession so complete it tips me over the side of my universe and into a new one. He senses the shift and his eyes search mine blazing with a thousand emotions.
He kisses me, solid and hard and then sits back on his heels. His hips continue to thrust as he watches. His arms raise and his hands grip the arches of my feet tightly, his mouth in a firm line that splits to gasp at deep breaths every few seconds. Every muscle in his torso flexes and pops, every sinewy line defined with deep grooves. His body is a work of art in motion.
With quick smoothness he pushes the wedge a bit further up so that I'm now slightly tipped over the edge. This is a new position and a new sensation altogether. Or so I think. Because one minute later I feel the tingles and an inner heat begin in my fingers and toes. He's watching me but he doesn't seek my permission, he just continues to move inside of me, rubbing the head of his huge cock over my G-spot. If it's anything like last time, I really might die.
"Chriiiiiiiiistian." I whine, beg, pant, moan, cry. I have no idea how I feel right now but then he smacks the outside of my butt with his right hand.
"Sir!" He barks. Oh, right. Oh shit, I can't say anything right now, all I want is for him to spank me again like that on the other side. And again, as if he can read my mind he lands a solid crack to the outside of my butt. His control is slipping, I can tell only because I know him so well but he doesn't relent on his thrusting for even a second.
Instead he presses the heel of his palm to the top of my mound and leans further back. White, blinding heat races from each corner of my body and swirls under his hand where the pleasure winds itself around every cell. He presses harder, grunts louder, thrusts faster and the heat explodes, sending sparks over every inch of my skin. Every nerve ending vibrates under the excruciating pleasure until finally, finally it breaks and wave after wave after wave of release washes over me. I hear him shouting my name and feel him grip my hips and come inside me but my body doesn't stop. The overwhelming sensation goes on forever; the clenching and shaking and thrashing. So long that I'm begging and pleading with him to stop.
I have no idea when he does because the next thing I know, I'm in our bed and sunlight is streaming through the windows. Beside me is a messy head of copper hair and the most gorgeous stubbled face in the world. Tentatively and a bit dramatically I wiggle my toes to ensure that my lower half is still intact since it felt like it may have blown off last night.
Christian's hand is resting on one of my butt cheeks, gently flexing and releasing even in his sleep. If I'm exhausted, he's got to be totally and utterly spent. On the side of my night table is a tall glass of water but I ignore it and hit the button for the window panels to lower. My last coherent thought before the suns rays are pushed out makes me smile. I wonder how long I'm supposed to wait before asking to go back in there.
Enigma's 'Mea Culpa' (there are a few versions, you'll know the one I used if you find it)
Janet Jacksons 'Anytime Anyplace'
Lenny Kravit's 'I Belong to You'