Chapter 12: A Night in the Escala Penthouse, Part 2

"You better not be falling asleep, Princess. I'm far from finished with you," Christian warned her as her eyes were closed, and she might have dozed off.

They'd only been lying in his bed for a couple of minutes since they'd given each other oral. Christian had planned to fuck her as soon as he got on the bed beside her. He was so impressed with her for staying as silent as a church mouse as he'd ravished her body. Oh, the fun he could have with her in public places. The danger of exposure would heighten the excitement for both of them, and he could hardly wait.

But at the moment, he was really enjoying the way she felt in his arms. Was this snuggling? Christian had never snuggled before in his life, and he liked it so much more than he ever imagined he would. Anastasia's face was still touching his chest, and he didn't feel any pain at all. Was it because he was wearing his shirt? He didn't take much time to question it. He really liked the feeling of her soft body against his. But they'd done enough of that for now. He was ready to fuck his girl!

"I'm sorry, Sir!" Anastasia responded quickly, now fully awake. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and it was catching up with her. "Is it OK if I use your bathroom? I really need to pee."

He smiled and pointed towards the ensuite. "Sure, it's right over there. Hurry back, Princess." When she was in the bathroom, he went into his walk-in closet and took several of his neckties. He wasn't sure how many he would need. Actually, he needed more than just the restraints. He needed to go grab a few toys from his playroom.

He returned to his bedroom just as Ana was coming out of the bathroom. "Get on the bed, spread eagle," he ordered her. She, of course, obeyed immediately, and he made quick work of using the neckties to restrain her hands and feet to the four poster bed. Actually, he was surprised the neckties worked as well as they did, as he had never done this before. The bed in his playroom had restraints already built in. And as large as this bed was, he had expected to need to double up some of the ties. But they'd been long enough to loop one end around her ankle, and the other end around the bedpost. He'd done the same thing with her wrists and the bedposts at the top of the bed. Anastasia was now exactly where he wanted her, spread out on his bed and waiting helplessly for him.

As he'd been tying her to the bed, he'd taken a closer look at those tattoos on her inner thighs that he'd never noticed before tonight. Of course, he was very familiar with the tattoo on her back, just above her ass crack. According to BB, she'd gotten it just before her initiation night at Down Under, and Christian had gotten a good look at it many times in the past few months. It was her name, Princess, and a pink rose. He wasn't really into tattoos, but he thought it suited her.

But the tattoos on her inner thighs were written in a much smaller print, so he wouldn't have been able to have read them at Down Under unless he'd been scening with her. In fact, his face needed to be quite near her cunt, exactly where it was right now, for him to read the print.

"You have a tattoo I've never noticed before," he stated the obvious.

She replied calmly, "Yes, Sir. That's my second one. Or two, depending on how you count them. I got them at the same time, so I consider it one tattoo."

"The one on your back makes sense," he commented.

"You mean my tramp stamp?" she asked. "Announcing me as Princess Rose?"

It amused him for her to call it that. He nodded as he smirked. "You got that one just before you joined Down Under. When did you get this one?"

She answered, "I got the first one when I officially became a submissive. I wanted it to be obvious, for everyone to see. I got the second one about six months later. That was when I knew that I'd found the Dom I wanted to submit to. You. BB wouldn't allow it, but I knew I wanted you. And I wanted this tattoo to be more subtle, and only for my Master. It's only for you, Sir."

Christian was moved, but he didn't let her see it. Instead, he asked, "What does it mean?"

Anastasia explained, "It's by C.S. Lewis, from The Horse and his Boy. It's one of the books in the Chronicles of Narnia, and the quote is from an encounter between the horse in the story and Aslan the lion, the hero of the story."

Christian read aloud the script on her left thigh first. "Then Hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh and trotted across to the Lion." Then Christian turned to Anastasia's right thigh and read, "You're so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I'd sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else."

Anastasia explained, "The second quote is what the horse said to the lion. And now, it's what I'm saying to you, Sir. You're my Dom now, and the only one I've ever intended these words for."

Christian never expected the words from a children's story to turn him on this much. He said, "Somehow, I'm sure that C.S. Lewis never meant for those words to be so erotic."

Anastasia smiled. "Yes, well, I chose my inner thighs for obvious reasons, but it's more than that, Sir. I don't mean to top from the bottom when I say that it's more than just an invitation to eat me out. I want to be consumed by my Dom. By you, Sir. I didn't even know who you were, other than the Grey Wolf, when I got this tattoo, but I knew I wanted to give myself to you completely."

Christian could not wait another moment to accept the blatant invitation, as her dripping pussy was still right there in his face. He'd already given her two orgasms just minutes ago, but he was going to give her another one now. With his face inches from her cunt, he told her, "Princess, I'm normally not a fan of tattoos. I don't understand why anyone with skin as perfect as yours would want to purposefully blemish it. But this... I like this. I like it a lot."

He didn't waste another moment. He wanted to reward her for this precious gift she'd given him, so he French kissed her cunt, knowing what it would do to her. He didn't stop when she very quickly cried out in her third orgasm. He kept licking and sucking, adding his fingers as he pumped her cunt and curved his index finger to find her G-spot. She was moaning loudly as her fourth orgasm hit her hard.

Satisfied for the moment, Christian sat up, straddling her on the bed. "You are so beautiful," he told her. Then, he grabbed another necktie, one of the leftovers from her bindings, and tied it around her eyes, effectively blindfolding her. He watched her breathing, noting how turned on she was. That panting mouth was his dream come true. He kissed it again, just because he could. He wanted to use her mouth again, now that he knew how well she could give a blow job. He'd embarrassed himself by coming much sooner than he'd intended earlier. But now that he had, he expected to last some time.

He didn't allow himself to fuck her mouth, partly because he knew it was exactly what she was expecting, the way he was now straddling her perfect body. He wanted to keep her off kilter, not knowing what came next. He got up off the bed and stood there looking at her laid out for him, like a delicious feast.

"You look so fucking perfect, I just want to keep eating you all night," he told her. "But hold that thought, my beautiful Princess. I have some errands to run. I want you to lie there and imagine my tongue still on your clit while you wait."

Errands to run? Anastasia was horny and confused. She'd just had four massive orgasms, but she needed his cock. All she wanted was to come on his cock, but he was running errands? No, this was part of the game; she knew it. He was doing this to build anticipation and test her patience as a good submissive. She was going to prove to him that she could wait patiently.

Christian took his time as he went upstairs to his playroom, not bothering to put his pants back on. He was still wearing his shirt, which he never removed during sex. If the security cameras captured his dick on any of the footage, Taylor would delete it. This wasn't anything new. Christian went inside his playroom and found all of the items he wanted. All that time, he knew Anastasia's anticipation was building. So was his, so he didn't linger too long.

Back in his bedroom, he proceeded to use his iPhone to start a playlist. Chopin. Yes, that would do nicely. From the time he entered the room, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off Anastasia for more than a moment or two. He still couldn't get over that tattoo. He absolutely loved it and the meaning behind it. Anastasia had perked up when she heard him reenter the room, and he could only imagine what she was feeling right now. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and her pussy was glistening with moisture. She was ready for him.

"What are your safe words, Princess?" Christian asked her. He remembered them, but checking in with her before getting started was important.

She answered, "Sardanapalus is red. Hamlet is yellow. This isn't in the contract, but Cinderella is green."

Christian smiled. She was so quirky, and he loved that. "Are you Cinderella right now?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered, "I am very much Cinderella right now, Sir."

Christian got on the bed between her legs with a bottle of lube and a couple of toys. "I have a gift for you, Princess," he told her as he rubbed lube on the toy. "I have no doubt that you're going to like it."

"Thank you, Si… oh!" Anastasia was surprised to feel Christian's finger on her asshole. He hadn't given her any warning as he used a well-lubed finger to massage her there. His face was very near her cunt right now, and he blew on it, enjoying watching her clit come to life again. He stuck his tongue out and licked her clit at the same moment that he pushed his finger into her ass, up to the knuckle.

Yes, he thought to himself, she had been preparing herself for him, and he would be able to claim her ass as planned just a couple of nights from now. He pushed in a second finger, stretching her nicely, as he nibbled on her labia and licked her clit again. She moaned, and he shushed her.

He had no doubts that she was ready for the toy. Without warning, he pushed the vibrating butt plug into her ass and turned it on. Anastasia moaned louder, and Christian knew it was a happy moan. She did, indeed, like her new toy. And he liked the sound of that moan, so he didn't shush her again.

And he was about to enjoy the toy just as much as she was.

"Still Cinderella?" he asked her, just to check in.

"Mmm… yes, Sir," she moaned.

Without wasting another moment, Christian lined himself up and entered her. "Ah, shit!" Christian exclaimed. "Holy fuck, you're tight." He'd known she'd feel good, but this was so much better than expected.

When Christian entered her, Anastasia moaned deeply, unable to stop herself. Christian felt so, so good, buried inside of her. Not only did he have a perfect cock, and that vibrator in her ass felt amazing, but it was more than that. There was something... spiritual... about their union. The connection she felt with him was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She didn't quite understand it, but somehow, she knew that this was more than just a fuck.

She'd said earlier tonight that she loved being double penetrated, so he was going to make sure that their first fuck would be one to remember. The vibrator in her ass was buzzing away as he only took a moment to allow her to adjust to his girth. And then, he didn't hold back. He fucked her in earnest. Since he'd come earlier during that epic blowjob, he knew he would be able to last a while now. The question was, how many more orgasms could he give her?

He didn't slow down fucking her hard as he reached behind him for another toy, a vibrating wand. He turned it on and began teasing her nipples. They'd been perfectly pink when he'd gotten his first look at them; now that she was so near another orgasm, they were brighter pink. He could hardly wait to see just how pink he could make them.

"Please, Sir!" Anastasia cried out.

"Not yet, Princess."

But then it occurred to him. She hadn't had any practice yet controlling her orgasms. He was the Dom to train her sexually, and that thought made him proud. "We're going to ease into this, Princess, so I'm not going to punish you tonight if you come without my permission. But I want you to try your hardest not to. Just push against the urge, as hard as you can. Yes, that's it. Good girl."

He could see from the sweat on her forehead and her clenched jaw that she was trying. But she was also holding her breath, and he couldn't have her passing out on him. "OK, Princess, give it to me. You can be loud. Let me hear you."

Anastasia didn't hold back. She screamed out as she came harder than she ever had.

Christian didn't slow down fucking her, and the vibrator in her ass was still buzzing away, which he could feel through the thin membrane between her rectum and pussy. It was driving him just as wild as it was her, and he wasn't going to last much longer. He needed to see her eyes, so he ripped the blindfold from her eyes.

"Was that the best you could do?" Christian teased Anastasia, trying to sound annoyed even though he was far from it. "I hope you scream louder than that when I fuck you at Down Under. Otherwise, those fuckers will think you're not enjoying yourself. We can't have that, can we?"

Anastasia was panting hard, and she could already feel another orgasm quickly approaching. "No… No, Sir… Please…"

"You can do it, baby," Christian told her, still not slowing down at all. God, her eyes were bluer than he'd ever seen them. Why had he thought she needed the blindfold? Seeing her eyes was so much better. "Feel my hard cock, know that it's only yours, and wait for my command. You belong to me, Princess. You're mine. Say it."

"Yours, Sir!" she yelled as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold off the impending orgasm.

"Look in my eyes and tell me you belong to me," Christian ordered her.

"I… belong to… you, Sir!" Anastasia panted as her bright blue orbits locked with his gray ones.

"That's right," he agreed. He was so close, he knew he wouldn't last another moment. "Now, keep those eyes open and locked on mine, and let me hear you this time. Come with me, Princess!"

If Christian's penthouse hadn't been soundproof, the downstairs neighbors would have heard Anastasia's scream as her sixth orgasm of the night overcame her. Christian, for his part, grunted loudly as he emptied himself into her. God, it felt good to fuck without a condom. He was so happy she'd agreed to it.

But as he erupted inside of her, Christian realized that there was more going on here than just the missing condom. My God, had he ever come like this before in his life? And what was this feeling? He felt so connected to her as they gazed into each others eyes. Never in his life had he experienced this feeling. In some ways, it freaked him the fuck out, but he didn't want it to end either.

Christian untied all of Anastasia's restraints, and then, for the second time in his life, and the second time tonight, he wrapped his arms around another person... and cuddled. This time, he didn't hesitate to pull Anastasia's face against his chest. He didn't care that his t-shirt was soaking wet with sweat, and she didn't seem to mind either. Anastasia enjoyed having Christian hold her, and she didn't realize that she was the first person to ever have this honor. She felt so content, here in her Dom's arms. She'd do anything for him.

Christian sighed contently, but he wasn't done yet. He began to kiss Anastasia's neck, and caress her body. He still had a few toys that he wanted to play with, and he hadn't even come close to getting his fill of her delectable body. In fact, they still had the entire night ahead of them, and he intended to enjoy it until neither of them could keep their eyes open another minute.