Author's Note: It's a shorter chapter before more good stuff in the next couple of chapters. One thing of interest, Ana won't continue to be as agreeable about all the expensive gifts as she is at the moment.

Chapter 21: Pink Is My Favorite Color

"This is just beautiful, Christian. Are these pink sapphires?" Anastasia asked in awe as she fingered the elegant necklace she was wearing and looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She'd already done her make-up and hair to his specifications, which hadn't taken very long. She had her hair in a partial up-do, so the earrings were clearly displayed, and they were magnificent.

She was standing in his walk-in closet wearing nothing at all except the first items he had put on her, a sparkling necklace and earring set. She didn't know yet how well the jewelry would go with the dress she was wearing tonight because he hadn't let her see it yet. But she knew that this was the most beautiful jewelry she'd ever worn, by far.

He affirmed, "Yes, pink sapphires and diamonds set in platinum. Do you like it?"

"Very much. Thank you." She knew not to tell him that she thought it was too expensive. He was a billionaire with a reputation for being generous to his submissives. She didn't need expensive gifts, but she didn't want to offend him by telling him that. Besides, it was in their contract that she would accept gifts from her Dominant with gratitude. She would be violating their contract if she complained about the amount he was spending on her, and she wasn't going to do that.

"I like it, too, Princess. It suits you. Now, I have a feeling you're going to like the next item even more," Christian told her as he took out another box from the open drawer. "Open it." He smiled gleefully.

Anastasia opened the box and found a pink silicone egg. There was a remote control the same color in the box. Her eyes got large. "Does this mean what I think it means?" she asked, feeling herself get just a little wet.

"That depends on what you think it means," he answered amusedly.

She couldn't hold back her own smile now either. "You want me to wear a vibrating egg to the event tonight? Um… aren't we supposed to be meeting your parents?"

He nodded, his smile growing even wider. "Yeah, we're sharing a table with them, and with BB and Jose. And yes, that is exactly what I want. Are you game? You can always safe word if it's too much."

"I'm game," she answered quickly. "Do you want to put it in me… now?"

"That's the idea," he answered. "Before we put the rest of your clothing on you. Just bend over and grab your ankles and I'll do the honors."

She immediately obeyed him, just as she would have if they'd been in the Dom/sub zone. Christian took great delight in tonguing and fingering her first, just to make sure she was wet enough, before pushing the egg deep into her vagina.

"OK, let's test it to make sure it's working," he said as he pushed the button on the remote.

"Oh my God! Holy fuck!" Anastasia closed her eyes and moaned. "That's… right on my g-spot. It's… is that the highest setting?"

He smirked. "That's a middle setting. Here's the next higher one."

He pushed the remote, and Anastasia moaned louder. "Do I need your permission to come when we're in the friend zone?" she asked.

"You always need my permission to come, Princess," he answered. "And no, you don't have it yet."

"You're so mean," she pouted.

He pushed the remote again. It still wasn't the highest setting, but close. Anastasia squeezed her eyes shut and tried to push the orgasm away. Christian could see the little balls of sweat forming on her forehead. God, everything about this woman fascinated him.

Pulling her towards him, he told her, "Come for me, Princess," before he tweaked her nipples with both hands and kissed her lips, swallowing her scream. Once she'd come, he pushed the remote again, stopping the vibrating.

"God, that was so hot," Anastasia panted, trying to catch her breath. When she could speak better, she added, "It was wise not to put my underwear on me first. I would only need to change them. I need to clean up a little before I get dressed."

"You're hot," he agreed as he took her hand and returned to the bathroom. At the sink, he took a wash cloth, wet it in warm water, and knelt in front of her. "Put your foot on my knee and open yourself up for me, Princess.

She did exactly as he said, and he used the wash cloth to clean her soaked pussy. He checked to make sure the egg was still in place, and was satisfied. They were going to have so much fun with it tonight.

Once he was satisfied that she was clean enough, he told her, "Come on, we need to get you dressed."

"You're hard," she noted as she followed him back into the walk-in closet. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?"

He glared at her. "You know better, brat." That was all he needed to say. She would not get away with topping from the bottom with him, even in the friend zone. He would always be the one to call the shots.

Christian turned back to the drawer where he'd gotten out her jewelry and the vibrating egg. He took out another box that he got her to open. This one held her lingerie for the evening, a sexy pink shelf bra with a matching garter belt and barely-there thong, and a pair of silk nude nylons. He helped her put them all on, and then he stood back and appraised her. The shade of pink of the lingerie was almost identical to the pink sapphires in her jewelry. And she looked luscious.

"You look good enough to eat," he told her.

"I'll never say no to that," she told him sexily.

But he ignored her and turned instead to the rack of clothes in his closet where there were two garment bags hanging. When he unzipped the first one, Anastasia expected to get her first peak at the dress he had purchased her for tonight. But no, he was teasing her. It was his tuxedo. He looked in a different drawer, got out a pair of silk black boxers, and put them on first. Then he put on his tuxedo as she watched him. He'd done this on purpose so that he could enjoy a few more minutes of seeing her in that sexy-as-hell lingerie before covering her up. But she wasn't complaining because she enjoyed watching him get dressed.

He tied his black bowtie carefully before finally turning back to his closet, to the second garment bag hanging there. Finally! The shimmery pink gown was obviously hers. Christian took it off the hanger and turned towards Anastasia. It only took him a moment to put the gown over her head, pull it down over her curves, and check how it fit her. It was a perfect fit, as if it had been tailor made for her. He had spent about an hour that he didn't have searching for a dress the same color as her pretty pink nipples, and he'd found it. And the design was perfect for her. It flowed down almost to the floor, with a long slit up one side that reached mid thigh. It was sleeveless, with a tasteful v-cut neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. The back was cut lower, but not so low that her bra would show. The neckline looked as if it had been designed to go with her pink sapphire necklace and earring set.

Christian's smile showed that he clearly liked what he saw. And as she looked at herself in the mirror, Anastasia had to agree. She loved the dress and jewelry. She didn't normally wear this shade of pink, but it looked great on her. Christian had chosen very well. Even her pink lipstick, which he had specifically asked her to wear, matched the dress.

He wasn't done yet, though. From another box in the same drawer of gifts, he took out a pair of candy pink patent leather Jimmy Choo stilettos with four-inch heels. Anastasia put them on, surprised, as with the dress, that they were exactly her size. How had Christian been able to buy all of these items in her size in such a short time?

"I've never owned a pair of Jimmy Choo's," she told Christian as she looked at her feet, marveling at how nice the beautiful shoes looked on her. "I've tried them on in the store before, just for fun. But I could never afford to buy them."

Christian smiled. He would buy her a pair in every color of the rainbow if it would make her keep smiling at him like that.

As they walked out of the master bedroom and into the living area, Anastasia examined her fingernails. "If you had given me any warning that you were going to dress me in all pink tonight, I would have made sure my manicure matched," she told Christian. Her nails were neatly trimmed, with a pearly, almost clear neutral polish. They looked fine, but they weren't pink like the rest of her attire.

Christian smirked. "You should know by now, Princess, pink is my favorite color."