Chapter 13: First Morning Together
Christian gradually opened his eyes, aware in his half-awake state that there was something different than usual. He knew he was in his bed, but he wasn't alone, and there was something different about the light in the room. It was much brighter than it usually was when he woke up.
Realization dawned on him slowly. Anastasia. They'd signed a contract last night. She was his submissive now. And he'd fucked her right here in his bed, not in the playroom. She was lying here beside him now, sound asleep, with her hair splayed out across the pillow. Absolutely beautiful. He smiled at the realization that their first night together had been one of the best nights of his entire life. And he hadn't had a nightmare. When was the last time he'd slept for more than four or five hours without a nightmare? He couldn't remember. He hadn't even intended to allow her to sleep in his bed, but they'd both fallen asleep before he'd had a chance to take her to the guest room. If he slept this well with her in his bed, maybe he'd keep letting her sleep with him.
He glanced at his bedside clock. Oh, shit! He jumped out of bed, fully awake now, disturbing Anastasia as he did. She blinked her eyes, and then smiled up at him shyly.
"Good morning, Sir," she greeted him as she stretched, giving him his first morning glimpse of her pretty pink nipples, which had been covered by the duvet until then.
But there was no time for distractions. "What time do you usually get to work?" he asked her, already knowing she was running late, too.
"Umm… usually around 8:00, but never later than 8:30," she replied uncertainly. "What time is it?"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the bed. "It's 9:05, and I've already missed one meeting this morning. That's never happened before. I've never slept this late in my entire life. "
He didn't let go of her hand as he led her into the bathroom. "We're going to shower together to save time," he told her.
"I need to pee, Sir," Anastasia told him.
"So do I," he said. "You go first. I need to text Taylor." He had his phone in his hand, texting his CPO already.
Hesitantly, Anastasia sat down on the toilet and peed in front of him. It was something very personal, but she wanted intimacy with him, and he'd agreed to it, so she couldn't complain. When she was finished, she didn't flush since he needed to use it, too. While she washed her hands, he unreservedly stood there and peed right in front of her. It felt oddly natural to both of them, even though neither of them had ever done anything so personal in front of another person.
Christian admired Anastasia's naked body unashamedly as she picked up her toothbrush, which she'd brought with her last night, and began to brush her teeth. He joined her at the sink and brushed his own teeth, still examining her body, including the fingers that she'd burnt yesterday morning with hot tea, which seemed to have healed well. Reality dawned on Christian, that he was brushing his teeth in his bathroom with his submissive now, which felt very… domestic. It was strange, but he didn't mind it. But he wouldn't have wanted to do this with any woman other than Anastasia. None of his other submissives had ever been in his bedroom, let alone his bathroom.
"Do you have any meetings this morning?" Christian asked Anastasia as he glanced at his phone and shot off another text message just before he turned on the water in the shower and waited for it to get hot.
"Not until 10 a.m., thankfully," she answered. "I won't have time to prepare for it. I'll have to wing it."
The water was hot, so he left his phone on the vanity and took her hand. As he pulled her into the shower, he reminded her, "Remember, don't touch my chest or back."
She hadn't forgotten. She noticed the scars on his chest, small and round, and she wondered what had happened to him. She deduced that they were the reason for his haphephobia, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable by asking, so she let it go. Feeling playful, she got a palmful of his shower gel, wrapped her hand around his dick, and asked him innocently, "What about here? May I touch you here, Sir?"
Christian smacked her ass, hard. "You need permission first, brat. And we don't have time to play in the shower. Do you want me to avoid getting your hair wet? I assume you don't have time to wash it?"
"No, Sir, I'll just wear it up today," she responded, chastised. "So, no, I don't want to get it wet."
Christian lathered his own body first, and then he moved his hands to her luscious body, lathering her breasts but not taking the time to play with her pretty pink nipples like he wanted to. Then, he got more shower gel in his palm and put his hand between her legs, palming her pussy. She opened her legs for him, putting one foot up on the large built-in shower seat that ran along one wall of the shower.
"I so want to fuck you again, Princess," he told her, as his hands worked magic. He knew she was getting turned on, but he wasn't going to make her come. She would have to wait. He could have used the bath sponge that was hanging on the wall, but he preferred to use his hands. He moved down her legs, making sure every inch of her was clean, and back up, not forgetting her ass. As his fingers entered her pussy again, rubbing over her clit, he made the mistake of looking up at her. Those piercing bright ocean blue eyes were looking back at him with such need, looking so beautiful, that all of Christian's control washed down the drain with the bath water.
"Oh, fuck it," he muttered as he grabbed Anastasia's hands with one of his and held them over her head, put his other hand behind her head and pulled her mouth towards his with his other hand. Their lips crashed together, and in the next moment, he had backed Anastasia into the wall, kissing the hell out of her. She wrapped her legs around him.
"Are your shoulders safe, Sir?" Anastasia asked him urgently when he broke the kiss so they could breathe. She needed to use his shoulders for leverage, and he needed the hand that was holding her hands above her head free, so he could hold onto her ass, so she wouldn't fall. But she knew she couldn't touch his back. She didn't know where was safe for her to touch.
Christian couldn't risk letting Ana touch his shoulders. He didn't know how he would react if he felt the usual burning. "No, don't," he told her. "Put your hands behind my head and don't let go. Don't move your hands from my head."
She did as he said, and he grabbed her ass, holding her as he moved around and sat down on the shower seat. Pulling her towards him, he slid his dick into her slippery core. "Ride me, Princess. Ride me hard."
Anastasia used Christian's head to keep her balance, and she didn't hold back from riding him as hard as she could, loving the feeling of him inside her. She was sore from the night before, but it didn't matter. She couldn't get enough of this man, her Dominant, and he was letting her be on top this time, which he hadn't done when they'd fucked about a dozen different ways in the bed for most of the night.
In this position, Christian had free access to touch her body. He could kiss and lick her bouncing breasts, and rub her clit. Anastasia was going out of her mind, and she hoped he gave her permission to come soon, because she didn't know how much longer she could hold it back.
"I'm almost there, baby," he told her. "This is a quick fuck, but I'm not going to come before you. You have permission, Princess. Come for me."
He didn't have to ask twice. She released the orgasm that she'd been barely holding off, and he was right behind her. They needed more time to recover from their powerful orgasms than it had taken them to get there. But as they were running so late, that wasn't much. Christian stood up and kissed her lips again for another minute under the hot spray, and then he turned off the tap.
"Come on, you minx," he told Anastasia. "Let's get dried off and dressed. We've got to figure out the logistics of getting you to the Mile High building."
Anastasia had never referred to 200 Spring Street that way, but she understood why Christian did. She told him, "I normally just take the bus. If I weren't running so late, I'd just walk from here. It's not far."
Christian told her emphatically, "You will not take the bus again. That's not safe. You'll need extra security if you walk, so that's probably out of the question, too."
It only took them a few minutes to get dressed. Ana brushed her hair, which had gotten wetter than intended in the shower, but nothing could be done about that now other than to put it up in a bun. Christian preferred it down, but her face looked very pretty with her hair up. She took another couple of minutes to put on a little makeup, and she declared herself ready.
Christian examined her. Her gray pinstriped business suit looked professional, but he knew it was a cheap brand. She deserved something nicer than cheap polyester. He'd make sure she got new work clothes, along with all the other things he planned to buy her. He liked the pink blouse she was wearing under her blazer, with all those pink pearly buttons. Only the top two buttons were unbuttoned, so she looked quite conservative, not showing any cleavage at all. He unbuttoned the next four buttons as he told her. "When you're with me, keep these buttons undone. Keep your blouse open like this until I button it for you or tell you to." Anastasia glanced down and saw that the entire front of her hot pink bra was showing, and her tits were on clear display for him.
Anastasia thought that her Dominant showing her off like this for his own pleasure was cute… until they made their way into the kitchen. There, a blonde lady was busy cutting up a honeydew melon.
"Mr. Grey!" the woman exclaimed. "I thought you must have left for work before I arrived, but Taylor…" She stopped talking when she saw Anastasia standing behind Christian, clearly surprised that Christian wasn't alone.
Anastasia had been just as startled to find a strange woman in the kitchen. She had quickly pulled her blouse together to cover her breasts.
Christian did the introductions. "Gail, this is Anastasia Steele, my new submissive. Anastasia, meet Gail Jones, my housekeeper. Gail, we're both running late. Do you have anything that we can eat quickly or take with us?"
"Of course, Mr. Grey," she answered. There's the raison bran muffins I made yesterday. There are some bananas here, and some grapes in the refrigerator that I can get out for you. We have yogurt, too. I can cook you an omelette if you want. It won't take long at all."
"No, that's OK. The muffins will do. Can you pack a breakfast for each of us with a muffin, banana, and yogurt? We need to leave in five minutes."
"No problem, Mr. Grey," Gail told him as she got to work.
Christian pulled Anastasia into the living room area of the open concept penthouse. Gail was working in the kitchen behind them, so she could still see them, but Christian had his back to her. When Anastasia saw Christian's angry face, she knew she'd fucked up. Christian took her hand that was holding her blouse together, held it behind her back, and opened her blouse up again with his other hand. In fact, he undid three more buttons, so now her blouse was open down to her navel. Then he pulled her bra down so that her breasts tumbled out of it, completely exposing them. If Gail glanced into the living room, she would get an eyeful of Anastasia's tits.
"What were my instructions, Princess?" Christian asked Anastasia angrily as he toyed with her nipples.
Anastasia wanted to glance towards the kitchen to see if Gail was watching, but she knew better. Instead, she kept her eyes to the floor as she answered her Dom, "You told me to keep my blouse open, Sir. I'm sorry, but I wasn't expecting…"
He spat his words at her as he tugged on her nipples, "I don't want your fucking excuses. I want your obedience. Unquestioning and unwavering obedience."
"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir," Anastasia replied meekly.
Christian pinched both of her nipples, hard. "You will not disobey me again, will you, Princess?" he asked menacingly.
Anastasia winced from the pain in her nipples, but she took her punishment gracefully. "No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Apology accepted," Christian told her. He looked at her breasts and commented, "They're the brightest shade of pink now. You have the prettiest pink nipples I've ever seen, Princess."
"Thank you, Sir."
Then he tenderly kissed each of her nipples before straightening her bra to cover them again. "The blouse stays open until I say so," he reminded her. "Keep your hands behind your back so you aren't tempted to cover up again."
Anastasia obeyed, and she followed Christian back to the kitchen to get their breakfast packs. "Thanks, Gail," Christian told his housekeeper, who seemed not to have noticed anything unusual. If she noticed that Anastasia's blouse was unbuttoned, it didn't register. If she had seen Anastasia's exposed breasts a moment ago, she didn't show any signs of it. She merely smiled politely at both of them as she handed Christian their packed breakfasts and wished them both a good day.
Christian told Anastasia before they got into the elevator. "My elevator is private, and there aren't any cameras inside it. There are security cameras in my penthouse. Taylor will delete the footage of your tits. Now, be honest with me, Anastasia. I was under the impression that you're an exhibitionist. Do you, or do you not get off on showing off that gorgeous body of yours?"
"Um. I do, Sir. But… I guess it depends on the… setting. I just wasn't expecting…" She trailed off, not wanting him to think she was giving excuses for her disobedience again.
They got into the elevator. On the way down, Christian told Anastasia. "From now on, I choose the setting. I choose where to expose your body or cover it up. My personal staff at my penthouse know all about my lifestyle, are very discrete, and are going to see you naked. They're going to see us fucking. It's going to happen. Will you need to safe word?"
Anastasia was getting turned on by Christian's dominant tone. She wanted this with him. All of it. If he wanted her to strip naked in front of his housekeeper, she would do it.
"I won't need to safe word, Sir," she assured him. "I trust you to keep me safe."
Christian smiled at her then, and his smile lit up the elevator. "I'm happy to hear that, Princess. Because you're going to walk to my car now with your blouse open like that. There are security cameras here, too. My staff controls the footage. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Sir," she assured him as they stepped out of the elevator and Christian led her to a black Mercedes Escalade. Anastasia saw that Taylor was already in the drivers seat, looking straight ahead. No doubt, he'd seen her bra showing under her open blouse.
Christian opened the back door. "Scoot over," he told her as he got in behind her. "Taylor, take Anastasia first. She's got a meeting in fifteen minutes. What's the update on her security?"
"We have covert on her today, and Prescott arrives in Seattle on Saturday. She's ready to start first thing Monday morning."
Christian nodded pensively. "Covert should be sufficient for today, since the paps don't know about her yet. That's likely to change tonight, but she'll be with me the whole weekend, so that should work out OK."
"Yes, Sir," Taylor agreed.
"Sir, who is Prescott?" Anastasia asked Christian.
"She's your new CPO, Princess. She's the person who's going to keep you safe when I can't be with you."