"God, he's so fucking hot, Ana." Kate fanned herself with her hand while Jason Momoa took up most of the 60 inch television in Ana's living room. "I just want to bite that ass of his."
Ana laughed. "You have a thing for men built like bulldozers, don't you?"
"I want a Hercules. They're delicious."
Ana took a sip of her wine. "I think it's time for you to meet Christian's brother, Elliot."
Kate's eyes lit up. "Oh, yea? Total beef cake? As tall as pretty boy?"
Giggling, Ana nodded. "Taller."
"Taller?" Kate grabbed a magazine off the table to fan herself. "And thick?"
Ana nodded again. "Fills the doorway."
"Why the fuck have you been holding out on me? I need this man in my life. I need pictures. STAT!"
She bounced her way over to Anastasia who was across the couch while she pulled up a few pictures of Elliot.
Kate smacked her thigh. "Holy hell, Ana! Holy fucking hell. I think I just soaked through."
"Ew!" Ana pushed her.
"When can I meet Hercules?"
"His name is Elliot... and we're supposed to go boating with his brother and parents this weekend. I'll invite you."
Kate looked back down at his picture. "Elliot Grey, come to momma."
The elevator ding echoed through the great room and Ana paused the movie so she could greet her boyfriend. When she reached the open door to the entryway, she noticed his shoulders were slumped and there was a frown on his face.
"Honey? What's wrong?"
"Baby, I need you." His arms opened and she sprinted the last ten steps, her heart pounding at the thought of what could be wrong. When he picked her up, she hugged him tightly around his neck.
"I'm here. I've got you. What's wrong, Christian?" Her fingers slipped through the hair on the back of his head.
He shook his head. "I need my baby. Purple, please, baby."
"Yes, of course, Daddy."
Purple was another one of their colors. It meant that they needed little headspace for awhile.
Kate showed up at the elevator with her handbag on her shoulder. "I'll give you two some privacy. I'll see myself out."
"Thank you for coming, Kate. I'll see you this weekend."
She gave Ana a nod. "Make this lug feel better tonight okay?" She patted his arm and stepped into the elevator with one last wave.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" She pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Daddy needs a drink and a cuddle and then we'll talk." He kissed her and sunk into the kiss, groaning when he could taste the wine on her tongue. "You taste so good, baby girl."
She smiled. "That was a good kiss, Daddy."
He hummed. "There will be more of those later."
He carried her to the wet bar where he set her on the counter top while he poured himself a drink and downed it before making himself another double to sip.
"Oh, Sir. I'm worried about you." She gripped the lapels of his jacket.
He leaned against her, burying his face in her neck. He breathed deep, breathing her in. He just wanted to be wrapped in her. "Me too, princess." He admitted, muffled into her neck.
"Daddy..." Her legs wrapped around him, her hands slipping into his jacket to hug him close. "What can I do? Your Little wants to make you better."
He picked her up again so he could carry her to the couch. "I need you in my lap." He needed her weight against him. The aroma of her skin surrounding him while his fingers buried deep in her beautiful chestnut hair.
She curled up in his lap when he sat down and he threw a blanket over her legs.
"You're the best, Daddy. You always take such good care of me." She kissed his chin. "I love you so much."
His heart ached at her words. "Oh, my sweet girl. I love you, too." He pulled her scrunchie out of her hair, his fingers tangling into it as it fell. "I need to be surrounded by you, baby."
"Let me get you comfortable, Daddy... and then I'll snuggle you." Straddling his lap, she took his tumbler and set it down on the side table beside him before helping him shrug off his jacket. Draping it over the coffee table, she reached for his cufflinks next and took them out, one at a time. Placing them beside the jacket, she turned back and unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them up his forearms like he liked. When she was happy with her handiwork, she reached for his tie and slid it over his head before unbuttoning the two top buttons on his black button down.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" Her fingers dipped into his shirt at his neck and she ran her hands over his shoulders at the base of his neck. "Here's your drink, Daddy."
"Oh, my baby, thank you for taking care of me. This is so much better." He took a sip of his drink and let out a sigh. When he placed his tumbler down, his fingers found their way back to the hair close to her scalp, tilting her face so he could claim her lips once more. "You're everything I need, Ana. You're my whole heart."
"Daddy..." Nuzzling into his nose, she kissed him again. "You're my life. Please tell me what's wrong. You're breaking my heart."
"Leila is suing me."
"No!" Ana's hands came up to her mouth. "Why?"
"She is trying to say our type of relationship was abusive. She's willing to take a payout, but it won't be cheap."
"Of course she is! That's what she wants, Chri-Daddy! It's been three years. The problem is, she's running out of money. This is the only way she can think to get it." Ana was fuming. She wanted just ten minutes with this chick alone.
He sighed. "I don't want to give her money, babydoll... but what choice do I have?"
"Take her to court! She doesn't have a leg to stand on! It's been three years! There is no evidence of abuse."
He took another drink, holding the dark amber liquid under his tongue to get it through the bloodstream faster before swallowing. "There's a chance that this could get out to the public. My DD/LG lifestyle could come out."
Ana shook her head, sliding in closer. "But you always say you don't care who knows. That I can call you whatever I want whenever I want because it's not something to be ashamed of."
"That's right. But it coming out on this large of a scale... it could affect my business. It could ruin me in the business world."
"So, you're going to let her walk all over you. She isn't going to stop. You know that right? Whenever she runs out of money, she'll be back."
"I thought about that." He swallowed half of what was in his glass.
"You aren't a man that backs down. You're an alpha." She ran her hands down his button down while his hands found their way up her dress to squeeze her thighs. "Sir? May I ask how you two started? Was it like us?"
Christian ran his hands up and down her thighs before slipping into her underwear, squeezing her backside. "No, babydoll. She was actually a friend of the last woman I was with. She told Leila about my preferences and Leila came looking for me."
"So she came to you. You realize that your past...um, partner could be a witness for you. I would be willing to take the stand too. You aren't abusive, Christian and she knew what to expect. You didn't railroad her.
"Daddy, I don't want you to feel pressured to do this, I just want to talk about the options. The thought of her taking advantage of you is so devastating. My heart aches. I want to hurt her. She thinks she can make you bow down to her. That's disgusting." Anastasia unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt so she could run her hands over his skin.
Downing the rest of the liquid, he set his tumbler down with a clunk. "You know what, princess? You're right. I don't lay down and show my belly to anyone, so why should I with her? She wants a payout. I won't give it to her."
Ana hummed. "Yes, Daddy. Show her who's Alpha. When she realizes you aren't paying out, she'll probably go running with her tail between her legs."
He kissed her. "Thank you for talking through this with me, babygirl."
She smiled. "You're welcome, Daddy."
He began to knead her backside. "I want this ass, little girl. Bend over my knee. I promise to make it worth your while."
She wiggled in his lap. "Please, Daddy. I want a spanking."
"Hurry, then."
She moved quickly, laying over his lap, letting him spank her a couple times before he yanked her panties down to continue.
"Such a beautiful shade of pink, my baby. My favorite color. You're being so good for Daddy. How do you want me to reward you?" He spanked her a few more times.
"I want your tongue and then your cock."
"My tongue and cock? Has my girl been good enough for both?" His finger slipped into her, groaning when he felt how wet she was. "Soaked for Daddy. You have been good. I think you deserve to be tasted and stretched to your limit."
"Yes, Daddy. I want to be sore." She looked back at him and bit her lip.
"You want that cunt as sore as this ass of yours?"
"Please, Daddy."
"Will you scream for Daddy?"
She nodded. "I promise."
He groaned, running his palm over her heated, sore ass. "Such a good girl, my baby is. Daddy will be nice and rough."
"Thank you, Daddy."
Pulling her off his lap, he laid her down on the couch. "Let me see."
She pulled her dress up and opened her legs. "I'm ready, Daddy."
He smiled. "I see that princess. You're sweet spot is so pink and swollen."
She nodded. "Will you kiss it and make it better?"
He growled at her words. "Fucking minx."
XxXxXx
Christian was excited to break the news to his girl. He had asked her to come to Grey House as soon as his lawyers gave him the news. Leaning against the reception desk, he waited impatiently, checking his watch. She would be there any minute. When the elevator doors finally opened and his girl exited with her CPO, he found himself practically sprinting toward her to scoop her up.
"Christian!" She giggled when he left kisses all over her face. She tried to ignore stares from other executives while she clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, because she knew their opinions didn't matter. He wanted her there, so that's where she'd be. He was in a good mood and she wasn't about to ask him to put her down.
"Leila pulled out."
Ana's mouth dropped. "She did?"
He nodded, excitedly. "You were right. As soon as she realized I wasn't going to pay her to keep her quiet, she dropped the charges."
"She knew she didn't have a case!" Ana kissed him. "Congratulations, Sir. This is such great news!"
"Yes. I wanted to celebrate. I want to take you out tonight."
"I love that. That sounds perfect. Little bitch can take a flying leap off a tall building."
Christian's head fell back in a laugh. "My angry Chihuahua is back."
She nipped at his lips playfully while she growled and then kissed him fully.
"Christian?" His heart dropped into his stomach when he heard that voice. Looking over, he watched as his ex stepped out of the open elevator.
He placed Anastasia back on her feet, but kept her plastered against him with his hands sprawled out on her back. "What are you doing here, Leila?"
Ana's body tensed at the name while she looked over the brunette beside them. She was a few inches taller than Ana, had green eyes, and loose curls that barely touched her shoulders. She was lean and fit in a dress that Ana was sure she wore for Christian, wearing the red bottomed shoes that he loved so much. Manipulative bitch. She hugged him tighter.
"Can we talk?" Leila tilted her head to the side a little, her bottom lip coming out in a small pout. Obviously this had worked in the past for her, but by Christian's eye roll, it wasn't going to work now.
"If you have anything to say, you may contact my lawyer. Come on, Anastasia." Turning away from her, be began to escort his girl to his office.
"Sir, please. I want to apologize." Christian stopped, Leila catching up to them. "Don't make me beg. Just a few minutes."
Looking down at Ana, he searched her face. Realizing that he was asking for permission, she gave him a subtle nod.
"We'll give you five minutes." He began walking again.
"We?" Leila hurried behind them.
He snorted. "Yes, we. You honestly don't think I'd disrespect my partner by being alone with you, do you? Plus, who knows what stories you'd spin later."
Opening his office door, he pressed a kiss to Ana's hand before letting her in, Leila behind her. He shut the door behind him and slipped an arm around his girl, taking her to his chair so she could sit on his lap while Leila took a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk.
"I... I was hoping we could make this private." Leila looked Ana over.
"I bet you were. This is as private as you're going to get. Your five minutes have started. Talk." He checked his watch.
With a sigh, Leila's body folded in on itself, making her look vulnerable and weak. Ana couldn't help her eye roll this time. She really was a good actress.
"I'm sorry for what I did Christian. It was wrong. I just saw the news about you and her," Leila's cold eyes wandered to Ana, making Ana scowl back, "and it killed me. I miss you so much, Daddy. I just wanted your attention."
"Watch your fucking mouth." Ana hissed, leaning over the desk. "You have no right."
Leila's eyes narrowed. "This is why I wanted to talk to you privately, Christian. I'll call him whatever the hell I damn well please."
"The hell you will!"
"Anastasia is right. Consent works both ways and I no longer give you that consent. It's Christian. That's all I'll give you." Christian's hand slid under Ana's dress to caress her thigh. He needed to keep both of them calm.
"I miss you. I still love you."
"You miss the money." Christian corrected her.
"You can't deny that we were great together. I regret what I did every single hour of every single day. I miss you. I miss your family. My heart is still broken... and I have no one to blame but myself. You can't tell me what you have with her is better than what we had. We connected so deeply." Leila leaned forward resting her forearms on her thighs, giving the other two an eyeful of her chest in a lacy bra.
"Sit up straight and stop being so disrespectful. What Ana and I have has more depth than your shallow little brain could even begin to comprehend. I really hope you do have some regret in that heart of yours, but am I wrong in thinking that you're here in hopes that I will financially support you? You've run out of money." He knew because his team looked into her bank accounts. She was down to a few grand in her account.
"Christian, I need your help. After being with you, I can't function in the real world."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Christian wasn't about to listen to her claims of abuse again.
"You took such good care of me... spoiled me. I don't know what to do now. Everything seems overwhelming now. I have panic attacks constantly."
Christian gripped Ana's thigh tighter. "Sounds like you should have used that money for therapy instead of shopping sprees."
Leila looked down at her hands. "I know. I fucked up. Please help me. I'll go to therapy. Whichever one you choose."
"No, it's too late. I don't want to... and even if I did, it's not just my money anymore. It's half Ana's. I'm not about to blow our money on a shady ex. I wouldn't allow it from her and I would never expect her to allow it from me. You'll have to find some other fool."
Licking her lips, Leila shook her head. "You're making a mistake with her. I've looked into her. I've talked with Rodriguez. She did nothing but fuck him over while she spent all her time with some blonde Ken doll."
"Shut your fucking mouth. You don't know anything." Just his name being brought up triggered Ana. Leila had no idea what she was talking about.
Leila gave her a cold smirk. "I know more than you think."
"That's enough, Leila! You aren't going to harass Anastasia." Christian could feel her body shaking in his lap.
"But Jose and I are friends now, Christian-"
"Good." Ana interrupted. "You two deserve each other."
"I know all the dirty little details about your little submissive. She's not as sweet as she comes across." Leila stood. "If you're interested in learning more about that, call me, Daddy." Leila blew him a kiss as she made her way out. Christian had to hold Ana to keep her from going after the bitch.
"Easy..." Christian pressed a kiss to her temple. "Easy, babydoll. She isn't worth the upset." Christian knew he would never speak to the girl again if he could help it, but he was interested in knowing what had happened between her and Jose. She never really dove into their relationship and breakup and now he was curious. He hated himself for letting Leila bait them, though. He still trusted Ana, that wouldn't change. He would have to hope that his curiosity didn't get the best of him because he was sure it'd cause a trust issue toward him.
When she turned to look at him, he captured her lips in a kiss. "We never have to deal with her again. I'll put her on the banned list downstairs. I've already blocked her number. I love you, Ana. You're the only one that matters to me."
A smile formed on her face, relieved that he didn't let Leila's words get to him. Obviously, she wasn't hiding anything and the fact that Christian trusted her meant everything. "I love you. Thank you for not allowing her to put doubts in your heart. I'm an open book, Christian. I hope you know that. I'll tell you whatever you need to know."
Smiling, he kissed her again, his curiosity dampened for now. "Thank you, baby. I do want to know what that fucker did to you, but not now. I just want to hold you for a few before I get stuck in the conference room for hours going over budgets."
Slipping her shoes off, she pulled her feet up and curled into him. "Yes, Daddy. Your girl needs snuggled."
He hummed. "I need that, too."