Chapter 23: The Gates Foundation Gala, Part 2

Finding Anastasia was fast and easy for Christian, since Taylor was standing just outside the door of the restroom, which was just outside the grand ballroom, where the dinner was being held. Anastasia had had the good sense to occupy a single occupant restroom instead of the more public ladies' room. Perfect. Even better, the restroom had just been cleaned. It was spotless, and the smell in the air was not unpleasant.

Christian opened the unlocked door and found Anastasia standing at the sink hyperventilating. Her hands were propped on each side of the basin, the water was running, and her face was wet, so he could see that she had splashed her hot face with water to try to cool down.

"Breathe, Princess," Christian said as he locked the door with one hand and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock with his other hand. "Did you come?"

"Not yet, Sir, I was waiting for you," she panted quickly. "You stopped it in time."

"Good girl," he praised her. "I'm going to reward you if you can keep quiet." He lifted the hem of the back of her dress and raised it up above her slender waist. "Bend over and spread your legs. Hold on to your hem. Otherwise, keep your hands right where they were on the sink. Keep your eyes on me in the mirror if you can see me. Don't speak."

When Anastasia obeyed all of his commands, Christian knelt behind her. At first, he was just going to move her panties to the side, but he got carried away and ripped them, so he went ahead and ripped them completely off her. Then, he removed the egg from her pussy. Staying in his current kneeling position, he told Anastasia, "You have permission to come as many times as you need to, as long as you stay silent. If you make a sound, it all stops, the egg goes back inside you, and we keep it on low for the rest of the night."

God, this was so hot, Anastasia thought to herself. She was determined to prove to Christian that she could come multiple times without disappointing him by making any noise. She'd already shown him that she could save her orgasms for him, in spite of the egg going wild inside her, driving her out of her mind with desire. This was submission at its very best, and she was loving every minute of it.

The next moment, Christian used his tongue to explore her glistening pussy, pushing inside as far as he could to where the egg had been buried, and then taking her clit between his teeth. When he bit down on it, she clinched her teeth to keep from moaning through her first orgasm. Christian stood up but didn't stop to wipe Anastasia's cum from his face. He lined his rock hard cock up with her entrance and pushed his entire length inside. He stood still for a moment, kissing her neck, with those sexy as fuck pink jewels adorning it, and smelling her delicious hair. He loved her scent. He couldn't get enough of it.

They didn't have much time, though, before someone would come looking for them, so he started pumping her. He knew he wasn't going to last long, but he wanted to give her at least one more orgasm before his own. She had done so well, she deserved it.

He knew when she was coming because she squeezed her eyes shut. "Look at me, Princess," Christian ordered her. Her needy eyes popped open, and Christian was amazed at how bright blue they were when she was at the peak of her climax. He fell right over that cliff, right behind her, filling her with his seed.

When they had both recovered enough, Christian told Anastasia to stay in the same position she was still standing in, and he used toilet paper to clean her up. Her panties were completely destroyed now, so he pocketed what remained of them. She was now wearing just the garter belt and nude stockings under her dress. So fucking sexy.

Anastasia had thankfully remembered to grab her clutch when she'd run from the dining room, so now she could touch up her make-up and re-pin her hair, which had fallen from the partial up-do. For someone who was supposed to have just had a sick stomach, she thought she looked pretty damn good. Christian would have agreed if she had asked him, but she still had not spoken because he hadn't given her permission to talk, and she was determined to impress her Dominant.

Finally, once he was sure that they both looked presentable, Christian told Anastasia, "You did very well, Princess. Now, when we get back to the table, the dessert will probably already be there. We won't eat any of it. You're supposed to be unwell. If you haven't had enough to eat, I'll make sure you have a snack when we get back to my place."

Anastasia nodded, silently showing she understood and agreed.

"We still have the presentations to sit through," Christian continued. "There are a few different causes that are supported by the Gates Foundation who have speakers here tonight. When you sit down at the table, make sure the tablecloth completely covers your bottom half. It's long, so it will. Then, pull up your skirt and spread your legs. Stay like that unless I tell you otherwise."

Anastasia stared at him in shock, but she still didn't speak. If he was planning to do what it sounded like, her evening of torment wasn't over yet. She still was going to have to work hard not to have an orgasm in front of his parents.

Christian continued, "You've proven to me, Princess, that you are able to come silently. Everyone's attention is going to be on the speakers. Except mine. My attention will be on you. Make me proud, Princess."

Correction, Anastasia thought to herself. She was going to have an orgasm… or more than one… in front of his parents and everyone at the event. She would only need to make sure she didn't make any sounds as she did.

Christian smiled at her shocked face, kissed her lips chastely, and took her hand.

"Are you OK, dear?" Grace asked Anastasia worriedly when they returned to the table.

"Mama Grey was about to send someone for her medical bag," BB told Anastasia, "but I told her it was just an upset tummy. That's all it is, and you're OK now, right?"

"I'll be fine," Anastasia answered. "I should have remembered about the goat cheese. Any other cheese doesn't seem to bother me, just goat cheese. I hope I didn't disrupt your dinner."

"Not at all," Carrick told her. "We were only concerned about you, but you look no worse for the wear. They already brought around the desserts, but we can still get one for you if you feel up to it."

"Um… thanks, but I think I'll pass," Anastasia said politely, holding her stomach.

"I know I have some Pepto in my bag in the car," Grace said. "It won't be any trouble at all to send one of our CPOs for it."

"Thank you, Grace, but I'm already feeling better," Anastasia insisted. "It's really not necessary."

"I have some Tums," Jose offered. He took a tube from his pocket and offered her one, giving her a subtle wink.

Anastasia took one of the Tums, knowing it wouldn't hurt anything to take it, even though she didn't really need it.

"What about you, son?" Carrick asked Christian. "It's not like you to turn down chocolate cake."

Christian shrugged. "Nah, I'm OK, Dad." He knew that the cakes at events like this were often too dry anyway. And he was having much more fun playing with Anastasia.

Speaking of whom… he glanced at her lap and noted that she had pulled the tablecloth over her legs, completely concealing her lower half. He had no doubt whatsoever that she was sitting there with her legs splayed, her naked pussy waiting for his touch. He would let her sit there like that for a few minutes, letting the anticipation build.

It wasn't until the first speaker had taken the stage, and Christian had moved his chair a little closer to Anastasia as all of the other diners were adjusting their seats so they could see the stage, that he finally let his hand slip under the tablecloth and rest on her thigh. He left it there for several minutes, only giving her a light squeeze a couple of times, but not moving it where she was expecting it.

Then, the speaker cued a video of somewhere in Africa, and while everyone's eyes were on the screen, Christian made his move. His skilled fingers moved directly to Anastasia's clit and began to play a tune.

As the video continued to play, and Christian also continued to play, he spoke in Anastasia's ear, "Just like in the restroom, you have permission to come as many times as you need to, as long as you do so silently. If you make any noise, you'll embarrass me, and I'll stop."

Anastasia kept her eyes glued to the screen, pretending to watch like everyone else. Any minute now, the video was going to end, and another speaker was going to get up on stage. And Anastasia would embarrass more than Christian if she couldn't remain silent.

Her first orgasm hit her just as the video was ending and the crowd was clapping. For a crazy moment, she felt they were clapping for her.

Christian allowed her a bit of recovery time during the transition between speakers. He removed his hand and very subtly licked his fingers after checking to insure that nobody except Anastasia was paying him any mind.

The respite was short-lived as another presenter took her place on stage and Christian's hand returned to its place between Anastasia's legs. The speaker was quite skilled at engaging the crowd, and Christian's fingers were even more skilled at bringing Anastasia to the brink of orgasm three times during the talk before finally pushing her over the edge just as the crowd was clapping again.

This time, Christian let his hand remain on Anastasia's thigh during the transition before the final speaker. He leaned towards her and checked in with her, speaking quietly into her ear. "Is Cinderella still doing OK, or is her carriage going to turn into a pumpkin soon?"

"Cinderella's carriage is still intact," Anastasia answered quickly. Other than sounding a bit out of breath, she seemed fine. And her smile made it clear that she was still eager to continue playing.

He didn't disappoint her, and she didn't disappoint him either, as he used his fingers once again to give her the most massive orgasm yet, and she blew out puffs of air from her mouth silently, otherwise making no sound at all. As far as Christian was concerned, the evening had been an enormous success.

But now, Christian had a little problem. He was ready to make a quick getaway, but how was he going to get from their table to the exit without everyone noticing his enormous boner? He couldn't leave as quickly as he'd wanted to without drawing attention to himself. Instead, all of them stayed at the table talking while waiting for the other diners to clear out. Christian talked to his parents for a few minutes about his younger siblings, which made his dick calm down considerably. They were very worried about Carson, and Christian promised once again to talk to him.

Meanwhile, Anastasia chatted lightly with Jose and BB. All three of them pretended that Anastasia hadn't had half a dozen orgasms since walking through the doors tonight. And all three of them knew she'd probably have at least that many more before the night was over.

A few minutes later, Christian had Anastasia right where he wanted her again, in a 69 in the back of his SUV, another first for him. Granted, her hands were restrained behind her back, and he was controlling her body's position, but she was on top, which he'd never done before. Without her arms, her body was pressed against his, and he still didn't feel any pain. He fucking loved how it felt, and he loved the taste of her sweet pussy. Anastasia came two more times on his tongue before he emptied himself down her throat, and that was just on their way home.

He had more plans for her once he got her back to his penthouse.