Chapter 19: The Car Ride Home

"I wondered how long it would take you to call," BB greeted Christian not even five minutes after getting off the phone with Anastasia.

"Bear, what the fuck am I doing?" Christian asked worriedly. He was in the backseat of his car on his way to pick up Anastasia after work, so he only had a few minutes to chat with his friend. Taylor was behind the wheel as usual, and the traffic was just as messy as it had been that morning.

"Well, unless I'm experiencing deja vu, you're doing the same thing your girl just finished doing," BB quipped.

"What did Anastasia do?" Christian asked.

"Started freaking the fuck out, just like you're doing," BB answered, matter-of-factly.

"She did?" Christian asked. "Is she OK now?"

"She's fine, bro," BB reassured him. "Just overwhelmed. Just like you. I heard you sent her flowers, admitted you don't know what the fuck you're doing, and kept her up most of the night fucking her brains out. She likes whatever it is you do with your tongue."

"She told you that?" Christian asked bemusedly.

"Hey, she tells me shit, what can I say? After last night's contract discussion, nothing she said surprised me. She's ready for tomorrow night. I might have let it slip that you've shown me her training collar. She was a good girl and didn't ask any questions about it, but she's excited. You really need to do all you can to get that girl out of her head space. Stop overthinking things. You're a Dom, so be her Dom. Just run with it."

"I've taken all your advice, Bear, down to the letter," Christian admitted. "Was it overkill to give in to everything she asked for?"

"Umm... who is this? I thought I had Christian fucking Grey on the line," BB joked. "Stop sounding so damn insecure, man. If you're serious about her, it wasn't overkill. But if you're not, I'll kill you myself."

"I'm serious about her," Christian insisted.

"So what the fuck's the problem then?" BB asked.

Christian sighed and then told BB, "You're right, I did admit to Anastasia today that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I already admitted it to you, which is why I asked for your help. I NEVER ask for help, Bear. I've never needed to. And I never go into anything without knowing my every move. What if something goes wrong? How the hell do I even anticipate what might go wrong?"

"You don't," BB answered. "You deal with shit as it happens. Welcome to the real world, Grey. You're a big boy, so you'll do fine. Put that brilliant mind of yours to good work, along with your gorgeous body. Our girl's ready for you."

"She's not ours, Bear, she's mine. And I'm still not going to fuck you," Christian said menacingly, but BB knew he was full of shit.

BB laughed a belly laugh. He said, "Believe it or not, her comments about your magic tongue didn't even make me hard. I haven't had a wet dream about you in well over a decade." Then, more seriously he added, "Chill the fuck out, my friend. Don't hold back. She not only wants a Dominant, but she wants you. And have fun tonight on your first date. I'll see you at the gala."

"Thanks," Christian said, and he ended the call.

His first date. That was true, in every sense of the word. He'd never taken a girl on a date before, but that was exactly what he was about to do. First, though, he was going to follow BB's advice once again. He was going to get Anastasia out of her headspace by giving her something else to think about. Christian had no doubt that Anastasia did, indeed, crave his Dominance just as much as he craved her submission, and he was going to enjoy giving her exactly what she wanted.

Taylor pulled the car to the curb and got out to open the door for Anastasia. She'd been waiting in the lobby until she saw the car pull up, and then she came out, trailed by the new security guard Christian had hired for the Mile High lobby just today. Taylor must have briefed the new guard to stay with Anastasia. When Taylor nodded at him, he backed off.

Anastasia carefully got into the backseat of the car, making sure she didn't flash anyone as she did. Once the door was closed, she smiled at her Dom, took her panties from her purse, and handed them over.

Christian lifted Anastasia's delicate pink silk panties to his nose and sniffed deeply. Damn, she smelt delicious. Then, he leaned over and gave Ana a steamy kiss on her lips while he also put her seatbelt around her and buckled it. He'd always been good at multitasking.

"Are you wet for me, Princess?" he asked in her ear as he kissed her neck. Her hair smelt almost as good as her panties.

"I'm so wet, Sir," she replied.

"Is that all for me, Princess?" he asked teasingly "Or were you thinking about that security guard you were waiting with in the lobby? Did the possibility of him seeing your pussy when you got in the car turn you on? Do you think he realized you weren't wearing any panties?"

Anastasia blushed. "I wasn't thinking about him, Sir," she insisted. "I was only thinking about you."

"Unbutton your blouse," he ordered her. "All the way this time."

She started obeying even before he was finished giving the command. Christian removed his tie and unbuttoned his top button as he watched her quickly unbuttoning the little pink pearly buttons on her blouse. His mouth watered as her breasts in that dark pink bra were exposed.

"Hands above your head," he commanded once her blouse was completely open. Her jacket and blouse still covered her shoulders and arms, but her breasts in that sexy bra were completely exposed. He tied her hands together with his necktie, and then tied them to the grab handle above her head. Once her hands were secured, he pulled down her bra so he could feast his eyes on her perfect tits.

"Someone was a very naughty girl today," he told her as he tweaked her nipples and kissed her neck just below her ear. "Sending tit pics while at work. I'm shocked at you, Princess. Is that how you spend your time at that publishing house? You didn't have time to respond to my text messages, but you had time to send tit pics?"

"I'm sorry, Sir," she told him breathily. He was really turning her on.

"Shh… keep silent, Princess," he ordered.

He continued tweaking her nipples with one hand while he cupped her mound with the other. She spread her legs for him immediately, and his fingers slid into her slippery core at the same time that his lips closed over her nipple. He licked and sucked her nipples, each in turn, as his fingers toyed with her labia, finding her clit.

When he stopped sucking her nipples, he continued rubbing her clit as he spoke in her ear, "Do you realize that anyone standing directly in front of the car can see us? The front windshield isn't blacked out like the rest of the windows. Does that thought turn you on, Princess? That someone might see you trussed up in my car, showing off your pretty pink nipples? They might even watch you come, if I were going to allow you to."

"Please, Sir," she begged.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked her, moving his fingers so that he continued rubbing her clit with his thumb while two fingers slid into her slippery channel and began to pump.

"You, Sir," she insisted.

"Who owns your orgasms?" he asked, pumping faster and blowing on her nipples.

"You! Only you! Please, may I have one?"

"No," he answered. He continued teasing her clit with his thumb, pumping her with his fingers, and teasing her nipples with his other hand. "You want people to see you come, don't you? You're such a slutty girl. How would you like it if I lowered your window so the man in the car next to us can get a clear view of you? Do you want a stranger to ogle you like this? Completely exposed, needy, and at my mercy? Answer me, Princess."

"Only if it pleases you, Sir," she panted. "Please, Sir…"

"No, Princess, stop asking. I'm not going to grant permission right now. You've got to learn. You belong to me. Your orgasms are mine. And you will respond to me when I send you a message. You will not ignore me again."

She whimpered and tried to close her legs, but he would not permit it.

"Silence. You do realize, I'm sure, that Taylor is aware of everything we're doing right now. He can see your tits in the rearview mirror. He knows everything I'm doing to you right now because he can hear it. You're so wet, he can hear my fingers pumping that delicious pussy. If you come without my permission, he'll hear your moans. That wouldn't please me at all, Princess, for my staff to watch you disregard my clear instructions. He knows, like you do, that you have to wait for my permission."

In fact, Taylor did know everything that the boss was doing to his submissive that he had tied up in the back seat, but Taylor wasn't listening. He was paying attention to traffic and tuning out all of the action in the back seat. It didn't take long to arrive in the underground garage of Escala and down to the private level that belonged solely to the penthouse. Taylor knew already that he would need to check the security footage later and delete any nudity. This wasn't anything new. His boss had instructed one of his past submissives to walk from her car to the elevator and up to the penthouse completely nude, although a couple of years had passed since he'd done that.

Once Taylor had parked the car, he got out and waited at the side of the car, with his back to it. From the way things appeared when he'd glanced in the back seat after stopping the car, the boss wasn't finished playing yet. He stood guard, even though the garage was already completely secure.

As Taylor parked the car, Christian had stopped pumping Anastasia's cunt just long enough to unzip and pull out his engorged cock. When the car stopped and Taylor got out, Christian sucked Anastasia's nipple as he unbuckled her seatbelt, reached up, and released her hands from the grip handle, leaving them tied together.

"Get on the seat, on all fours," Christian commanded her. "Lower your head so it rests on your hands, and put your ass in the air."

As soon as she was in position, Christian pushed his hard erection into her tight channel and started fucking her doggy style. Within seconds, Anastasia was crying out her release that she hadn't been able to stop.

"I'm coming! I can't stop! I'm sorry, Master!" she cried.

Christian didn't slow down pounding her pussy. He loved the sound of "Master" coming from her lips. She was supposed to wait until her collaring to call him that, but it was only a day away, so what did it matter? He was certainly proving to her at the moment that he was her Master. And he was about to prove it even further.

When he smacked her ass for coming without permission, he only set off a second orgasm. He was very close now, so he stopped fucking her long enough to smack her ass, hitting her a total of ten times for coming twice without permission. By the time he was finished, her ass was a beautiful shade of pink, almost matching the shade of her bra and the panties in his pocket.

Christian grabbed Anastasia's hair, loosening it from its bun, and lifted her head forcefully. Her skirt was still pulled up around her waist, so her sore bare ass was seated on the cold leather seat now. Christian didn't release his grip on her hair. He used it to pull her face towards his cock, and he forcefully began to fuck her face. Anastasia was helpless. There was no opportunity for her to show off her oral skills to her Dom. No, she could only half sit, half lie on the car seat and take what he was giving her, a very forceful face fucking.

As Christian's orgasm began to erupt, he pulled free from Anastasia's mouth and watched delightedly as his cum sprayed her face, hair, and tits. There was a lot of it, as usual, and Anastasia's lovely face was a mess. Her pretty pink nipples were now dripping with his cum. And she had never looked sexier.

Once his dick was completely flaccid, Christian moved back toward his exhausted submissive's face. "Clean me up," he ordered her. She obediently opened her mouth and received his cock again, which she licked clean before he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants as he pulled up and zipped them.

Then, leaving her bra where he'd pulled it above her breasts, Christian pulled her blouse together and buttoned the pearly buttons nearly to the top. By the time he was finished, her blouse was soaking wet from her cum-soaked breasts, and now it was nearly transparent. Anastasia's nipples poked through the thin fabric.

Opening the car door, Christian got out and pulled Anastasia after him. As she stood, her skirt was still bunched around her hips, exposing her ass. She attempted to pull it down, but her hands were still tied together in front of her with Christian's necktie, so she didn't get very far.

"Stand still," Christian ordered her. "I want to look at you."

Anastasia stood as still as she could as Christian walked around her body, appraising her. She stood in a submissive pose, half naked in an underground parking garage, covered in her Dominant's cum. She knew she didn't have permission to wipe the cum that was dripping from her hair into her eyes, obscuring her sight. She knew that Taylor was standing somewhere nearby, but she couldn't see him. She wondered if he was watching this act of humiliation, and the idea made her just a little wetter, if that were possible.

And despite having had two unsanctioned orgasms in the car, she was still horny as hell. Christian could see this, and he hid his smirk as he took in her cum-soaked face and body. He was amused to notice that he'd only haphazardly buttoned her blouse, so the buttons weren't lined up correctly. Her pink nipples, now his favorite playthings, were hard as nails and begging for his touch. And they'd receive it… as soon as they were inside his penthouse. He was going to ravish her body in a hot shower and give her so many orgasms she would lose count.

He couldn't have her walking with her vision obscured by his cum, at least not right now, so he took out his handkerchief and wiped her eyes, which she kept downcast. He continued wiping the wetness from her bangs so that his cum wouldn't drip into her eyes again. But he wanted the rest of her face and body to remain covered in his cum as they walked to the elevator and into his penthouse. He wanted her to wear his cum as a sign of his ownership.

"Come," he told her as he took the end of his necktie, forcing her arms forward as he pulled her with him towards the elevator. It wasn't exactly like a leash, but it achieved the same purpose.

Anastasia understood that his one word command wasn't giving her permission to orgasm but simply ordering her to follow him. She hoped that her Dom would be generous once they reached his penthouse.