Chapter 5: Blooming
AKA: …doesn't stay in Escala
One day you will look back and see that
all along you were blooming
-Morgan Harper Nichols
I only looked away from Anastasia's eyes when it was time to take off her dress, as I was desperate to see the rest of her. For several everlasting days, I had thought I'd never see Anastasia naked again; that she'd never come to Escala and agree to be with me for a little longer. Yet here she was, and I was going to savour and appreciate every moment.
I threw her dress aside, not caring where it landed, as I took my time to get reacquainted with her body. I watched with fascination as she shook her head, making her hair fall back into place. Never before had I had sex with Anastasia with her hair down—it was always braided while in the playroom, as there would've been potential danger if it had gotten tangled into anything during a scene—but I was looking forward to seeing it wild around her head as I took her in my bed.
She had such beautiful hair.
I took another step back to admire her: every inch of her. Slowly, my eyes went down, following her sweet little nose, her pink cheeks, her swollen lips, that shallow horizontal line on her chin, her delicate kissable neck, that beauty mark under her right collar bone, her full alabaster breasts, her dark pink hardened nipples, the pronounced curve of her waist and her hips that I had already memorized, her cute belly button, her black thong...
Her little embroidered black thong, so translucent it barely covered her ivory mound.
How had I ever thought of her as a kitten instead of a Goddess?
I moved my index finger in a circular motion, asking Anastasia to twirl for me. I was amused to see that, not for the first time, she got distracted with my finger for a second, staring at it as if she were thinking of all the things it had done and would be doing to her.
After an instant, she followed my instruction gracefully, happy to give me what I desired. Or maybe I should say 'happy to give us what we desired,' for she clearly enjoyed showing off her killer body and feeling my eyes on her as much as I enjoyed the view.
And I realised there was an important but unpleasant piece of information I had known for a while, yet had remained hidden in my subconscious: the orders Anastasia complied to happily were those which corresponded to what she had been meaning to do anyway.
Twirl for me and let me see all of her sexy body? Happily. Get naked? Anytime. Get in this or that position so I can give her a mind-blowing orgasm? Yes, Sir, right away.
And somehow, knowing that I wasn't the one in charge—that it was all an illusion, whether Anastasia knew it or not—didn't quite make me feel out of control, but yes as if I was not the one in control.
And I didn't like it.
I was the boss. I was the CEO. I was the Dominant. I should've been the one in control.
Yet, as I got to see her nude back and her magnificent ass, I felt like the Master of the Universe anyway, not only thanks to the exclusive first-row view, but also because she was doing what I'd asked. Without thinking or planning for it, I had found something that pleased Anastasia. And without a doubt, I aimed to please my Submissives.
And I loved pleasing Anastasia, as it was both a challenge and a reward to find what made her happy. There was pride in instinctually predicting what Anastasia wanted and needed; in knowing her baser needs so well, when half the time I felt like I didn't know the woman I was trying to please.
Especially when, comparatively, she was harder to please than my former Subs, and she hardly tried to be as pleasant as them. Other women were easier, falling at my feet and doing whatever I asked, mesmerized by my power or good looks. On the other hand, Anastasia only listened to me when I had something useful to say, something to make her better and happier. She didn't let me give her shit and wasn't afraid to call me on it. I tended to avoid women like that in bed—and prefer them in business, Ros being on top of a long list—for I obviously preferred Submissives, but somehow Anastasia's constant low-key topping from the bottom didn't put me off. If anything, I was mad at myself for not hating it, nor having noticed it earlier.
But those uncomfortable truths and embarrassing reflections would have to wait for later, for the unnerving creature that had my life upside down was currently standing in front of me, naked and complacent.
"Take off your panties," I ordered and she shuddered in pleasure. I loved what my Dom's voice did to her; how it could make her pant, or moan, or shake with need. And now that I knew her better, I loved how my Dom's voice could do all that only because it could get past her indocile outer Goddess and into her inner freak, horny and complacent.
Thus, just like I knew she would, she did as told. Sensually, she placed her thumbs under the sides of her thong and brought down the scrap of cloth, caressing her legs as she went. They didn't go for miles as the ones of top models, but her legs were the most gorgeous I'd ever seen, so flexible and toned, begging to be touched and kissed.
I'd missed those legs being wrapped around me, or spread open under me, tied to the bed, or a table, or a spanking bench. I was desperate to touch them one more time. I had thought I'd never have another chance to be with her, and I'd cherish every moment we'd have together from them on.
I needed to feel her. I took one step forward and reached out to kiss Anastasia once again. My hands cupped her face and caressed her cheeks adoringly, unknowingly showing affection. I took another step and my Kitty accompanied me, moving backwards. After a few steps she stopped moving, as we had reached the bed. I pressed her shoulders softly and she complied to my silent command by sitting down. I knelt in front of her naked form and grabbed her legs—those tempting, soft, flexible legs—and pushed them up and apart, placing them at the edge of the bed. The movement forced Anastasia to lie down on my blue duvet, a few shades darker than her Adriatic Sea eyes. I then proceeded to take off her shoes one by one, always placing back her feet where they'd been before, thus keeping her open for me.
There was something so deviant and powerful in being completely dressed while she was fully naked. So kinky and dominating. I was the lion and she was my prey; it didn't matter what kind of feline she was: in the bedroom, I was the King.
"Touch yourself for me, Kitty," I spoke, commanding, as I stared at her promised land, waiting for her pale fingers to find her most sensitive spots and give herself pleasure. Yet she hesitated, not doing as told. I looked at her face, only moving my eyes to do so, and found her frozen in embarrassment, cheeks pink and eyes slightly wide. I had asked her to do this before and she hadn't hesitated. This wasn't the time to play coy. Particularly when she had specifically requested I get rid of the 'no self-loving' clause.
"Kitty," I castigated her. She exhaled loudly with her nose as she closed her eyes and laid her head back on the bed. I had been meaning to make good use of her lack of blindfold, but I told myself to be patient and let her get comfortable with the new surroundings first—it was, after all, not only our first time having sex at Escala, but also not in a playroom, and, most importantly, not in the safety of the club, but in the privacy of my own apartment.
Now that she wasn't looking at me, just like in all of our past scenes, she dared to do as asked and find her pussy with her hands. I watched mesmerized as her fingers played with her pink flesh, getting wetter and more engorged by the second.
After several minutes, I licked my lips and said, "Every time you call for phone sex, I'll make myself available," my voice sounding hoarse with desire. Suddenly, all the changes I had done to the contract felt worth it; ceding that much power was a good price to pay in exchange of regular phone sex with a Goddess and getting to see those blue eyes darkened with desire.
Speaking of her eyes, when I looked up after hearing her let out a breathy laugh, I caught her staring. Those blue eyes were inundated by desire. They called for me, tempting like sirens. I had been a passive participant for far too long, and it was time for me to dive into the promising warm sea.
My eyes didn't know whether to look into hers or enjoy the spectacle taking place between her legs, so back and forth they moved between both scenes.
Meanwhile, I put on a show for her as I slowly undid my white dress shirt. Anastasia bit her lip as she stared at my muscles, looking all over my chest and being kind enough to not focus on my scars.
Once I'd taken off my shirt, I threw it on top of her dress and panties. Through it, my Kitty never stopped touching herself. If anything, she seemed to be going deeper and faster, letting out little whimpers every several seconds. I had to stop her before she made herself come. I may have relented to letting herself masturbate during the week, but on the weekends all of her orgasms would be mine.
I grabbed her wrists to make her stop her ministrations, but I wasn't ready to cancel the show. I guided her hands through her body, making her stroke her own belly and chest. "Play with your breasts," I ordered.
This time, she didn't hesitate. As she stimulated herself, I brought her left foot to my face. Starting from her big toe, I kissed, licked or caressed almost every inch of her leg. Once I had reached the top of her left thigh, I didn't dive into her pussy but switched legs, driving her crazy as I repeated the process with the right one.
I rediscovered the hardness of her bones hiding under her silky skin, and the softest points of her thighs. I found a few lonely rebellious hairs, as stubborn and resilient as their owner. I took a few extra seconds on those spots I knew to drive her crazy, and even found a new one or two. On the one hand, it was exhilarating to find new ways to please her. On the other one, I couldn't wait to know all of her; to be an expert on Anastasia Steele's body.
Sometimes, she'd squirm or let out a little moan, the pleasure being too much even for her training. I knew that while she hadn't been a Submissive for long, she was the fast learner she had claimed to be the first time we met; rarely did she let out a sound when we were playing, and she had only been getting better at it as weeks went by. Thus, if she couldn't stay still and silent, it had to mean I was making her feel inundated with passion, and I loved it. Nonetheless, I didn't want it to become a habit, so every time it happened I admonished her lightly with a "Shush, now," or a pat on her thighs.
Only after she couldn't take it anymore, and my self-discipline had reached its limit, did I dive into her sweet cunt. I licked and nipped to my heart's content, enjoying the feast I had thought I'd never have again. After a few minutes she lost control completely, my lips on her pussy and my hands on her inner thigh making her moan and whimper and wriggle. She even let out a small breathy "please" that undid me. Rather than scold her, I gave into her desperate need for more and slid two fingers into her pussy, caressing her inner walls as I moved them in and out of her.
"Come now, Anastasia," I ordered as I bended my fingers and her body obeyed immediately. If only for a second, I was the Goddess' Master, powerful and fully in charge. My Kitty's pussy contracted around my digits strongly as Anastasia threw back her head.
"Christian!" she yelled as she came, shattering my world into pieces before rebuilding it into a new one, different and unknown, but probably better and happier.
My name had never sounded so sweet before.
I couldn't wait to hear it again.
And just like that, I was in love.
Well, not just like that.
It had been creeping on me, little by little.
Her bravery. Her trust.
Her sensuality. Her responsiveness.
Her brains. Her humour.
Her persistence. Her backbone.
Her compassion.
Her stubbornness and her bad temper.
Her friendship. Her attentiveness. Her care for me.
Her beauty.
One by one they had piled up until the walls around my heart couldn't take it anymore.
And so they crumbled, freeing my heart and my soul to the light.
And so they crumbled, making it inevitable for me to fall in love with her.
When Anastasia finally came down from her high, she gave me a wary look. I knew she expected me to scold her for the usage of my name, but I could only smile, both enchanted and smug. Not only had my name sounded earth-shattering on her lips; it had also been proof of her complete and absolute lack of control, combined with my domination over her body. She hadn't been able to call me anything but my name as she came, so passionate for me it had left her lips unallowed, yet she had held back her orgasm until I had allowed her to come.
For the moment, she was only my Kitty.
It made me deliriously happy, both because I liked my Kitty and because I had managed, against all odds, to momentarily put the tiger to sleep.
I stood up, feeling even more like the Master of her Universe—a title I knew to be temporary, meaning I'd make an effort to enjoy the moment even more—and offered her my right hand. With my help, she stood on her weak shaky legs.
My dick was painfully strained against my trousers and it was time to let it out to play.
Once I was sure Anastasia wasn't going to fall, I turned down the bed and instructed her to lie down in the middle of it. She complied in a hurry, ready for more, as I finished undressing. I quickly removed my shoes and socks before freeing my member from my constraining underwear and trousers.
My dick stood hard, and just as proudly as I did, and Anastasia stared unabashedly at it, biting her lip. I knew that, because she had always worn a blindfold in the playroom, she had never got to look at it before.
As much as her ogling was stroking my ego, it was my dick that needed to be rubbed.
"Like what you see?" I asked just before kneeling on the bed next to my Kitty.
I grabbed both of her wrists and brought them towards the headboard. After having wordlessly made it clear I wanted her to keep her hands there, I let go of them.
"Look at me," I said. I stared into her eyes for a second, not needing longer to know I could trust her. "Hold both of your hands together and keep them there. Do not touch me," I ordered. I tried to sound commanding, and while I did, I could also detect nervousness in my voice. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered firmly, staring right back into my eyes and wordlessly promising she'd never betray my trust. "I'll keep my hands where they are and I won't touch you, Sir," she confirmed, reassuringly.
Knowing she'd respect my limit and hold to her promise, I went back to the task at hand. I coaxed her legs open, both softly and firmly, and climbed up on top of her.
Without more preamble, I kissed her hard and guided both of her legs around my hips. My hands didn't abandon her skin, but explored her belly, travelling up towards her breasts. Before I could reach them, my dick found her wet, hot pussy. I dove into her firmly and she moaned in my mouth. I kept a slow firm rhythm as I pulled in and out of her and made love to her mouth with my tongue. I usually preferred a faster peace, but there was something to be said about going easy and steady; of milking the pleasure for all it was worth.
My hands explored every part of her body they could reach as my hips found hers time and time again, in an ancient rhythm that felt all the more exhilarating when I shared it with her.
Slowly but surely we got closer and closer to the peak, Anastasia a few steps ahead of me. "Hang on," I commanded.
My hips pushed against hers a few more times before I ordered, "Come with me," and we let go.
"Ah! Christian!" she shouted once again, unhesitating. It had suddenly become the most normal thing in the world.
Her familiarity seemed to be contagious, because without intending to, I screamed out, "Anastasia!" Her name had never sounded so sweet before, either.
As I rolled off of her so I wouldn't squash her, my head was in turmoil. I didn't know what to make of this new intimacy, both carnal and emotional. It had to do, I gather, with this new unprecedented friendship we had established.
I liked to believe the line had moved,
but it had actually blurred.
We weren't anymore to each other what we used to be,
and from then on our connection could only grow into something beautiful.
Bottom line, it mattered not the whys or the hows—for me, they always mattered in the office but never in bed—but yes the fact that I had loved every minute of it. And I didn't usually love things.
Flynn would have a field day on our next session.
Especially when I told him we'd had vanilla-ish sex.
Ok, just plain vanilla sex that respected my phobia to touch. It was reliving to lay with someone I didn't need to tie down, because I could trust she wouldn't touch me.
If anything, I decided, that night spoke all the better about my proficiency in bed. Sex in my bedroom had been nearly as amazing as in the playroom. I had needed no toys or bondage to make Anastasia see stars as she came.
Surprised, I realized this also meant I could come from plain old vanilla sex. I had never had sex without a little extra something before, and I hadn't thought it could be enough.
As my breathing and heart frequency went back to normal, I returned my focus to where it belonged: my Kitty. "How do you feel?" I asked.
Just like a kitten, she stretched as she moaned, "Great, Sir." I chuckled.
Naturally, her long stretch had attracted my eyes to her breasts. Hmm, she was so fucking sexy. She was beautiful, smart and kind: truly the whole package.
Plus sensual, kinky and horny, and currently staring at my softening dick, which got a little harder when I noticed her interest. She was analysing it as if it was something unknown she wanted to get more familiar with.
Interesting. I wondered…
I shifted just a little to get a better look at her face and she looked up, startled and with eyes wide open. She looked like a doe caught in the headlights. After an instant, she blushed strongly and looked away.
There was room for a lot of things in our lifestyle, but embarrassment wasn't one of them. We were supposed to be absolutely free from it.
"Hey, look at me," I requested, and she complied halfway, keeping her eyes on my chin. "Anastasia," I scolded her softly and she looked up at my eyes. "There's no reason to be ashamed. I'm the last one who's ever going to judge you for having sexual thoughts. This lifestyle you and I have chosen allows us to explore our sexualities without inhibitions. Now, tell me, from how close have you ever seen a dick?"
"Uh... not close? I don't know." She fidgeted with her hands nervously and looked at my dick again. It had got firmer in the last several seconds, proud of being the centre of attention, making Anastasia's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief.
"Not close enough, clearly. Go ahead," I encouraged her, gesturing at my member. "Explore."
Anastasia sat up slowly and with uncertainty. I spread my legs to make room for her between them and she humoured me, crawling to the area between my thighs. She knelt there and, biting her lips nervously, reached out hesitatingly with her right index finger to caress me softly.
Hmm…
My dick reacted positively to her touch, encouraging her to get braver. She added more fingers and focused on pleasing me, her curious eyes never leaving my hard member.
When I started leaking pre-cum, she bent down to kiss my tip. Damn she was so hot! She licked her lips and I groaned with need. I couldn't take the unintended teasing anymore. I reached down to take Anastasia's hands off my hard cock and balls, ready to move on to the next act.
She looked up at me, worried because I had stopped her. "I want to be inside you again," I explained. "Lie down on your front." Once she had done as told, I continued, "Put your hands under your head." I arranged her body, spreading her legs open and bending her knees to open her more for me.
Her back, of all things, distracted me. I needed to explore it too. I kissed her up her spine, from bottom to top. Every now and then she'd shudder, revealing I had encountered especially sensitive spots. Some I had already known and others I discovered for the first time, yet all made me smile against her warm soft skin.
Once I had made it to the top, my hips had already aligned with hers. I grabbed them strongly and took her from behind, hard and fast. Her moans and whimpers got lost between my grunts and panting as we got closer to the edge together.
After several minutes, my hands found her dripping folds. I touched her most intimate place until she reached the edge of the cliff, and I forced her to stay there for a bit. After not too long, when her body was wordlessly screaming at me she couldn't hold on anymore, I whispered against her ear, "You may come now, Kitty." And so she did, screaming gibberish.
But I hadn't got there yet, having focused on milking as many orgasms out of her as possible through the night—I had, after all, promised her and myself she'd enjoy herself so much she wouldn't want to stop submitting for me—so I ordered her to get up on her knees before taking her again.
I kept fucking her hard and fast from behind, as if we had never stopped. I knew she'd need help to come yet another time, so once again my fingers found her swollen clit and stroked it furiously.
"Come on, baby," I grunted, uncomfortably close to the end, "I need you to come again. Can you do that for me? Answer me."
"Yes, Master. Oh, yes!"
Having a new idea, I rubbed my right thumb between those warm lips, wetting it.
"I'm close, Anastasia. Are you close?"
"Almost, Sir."
"I want you to come with me when I tell you to. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me, Kitty," I whispered in her ear, knowing that both the kinky talk and my warm breath against her ear would push her even closer to the edge.
Pleased with the level of lubrication in my thumb, I removed it from between her folds and guided it to her butt. On the next thrust, I easily pushed my thumb inside her ass, making her cry out in pleasure and arch her back.
"Come on, Anastasia," I yelled, trying to hold back my orgasm. My finger kept fucking her in time with my dick in a sensual and kinky dance. "Come with me! Ahhh!"
"Chriiiiistiaaaan!" she meowed as she came with me.
She collapsed on the bed and I made the herculean effort to fall by her side instead of on top of her. Completely beat, I couldn't even muster enough strength to ask Anastasia if she was alright before I fell asleep with my angel by my side.
I woke up incredibly well rested and surprised by the amount of sunlight coming into my bedroom. I stretched lazily, my muscles deliciously sore after last night's activities, and climbed out of bed. Upon looking back at its messiness, I recalled Anastasia and I had christened my bed the night before. It was… so odd and unexpected. We had had sex in my bed, and it had been fucking awesome.
Speaking of, where was Anastasia? Because I was sure she had fallen asleep by my side. As I stepped around the pile of our clothes and towards the bathroom, I gathered maybe she was already up and about. I did my business quickly, put on green pyjama pants, and went looking for her.
I found Anastasia in the kitchen, cooking and shaking her ass wearing what appeared to be nothing but my white shirt. Once I could remove my eyes from her butt, I realized she was using earplugs and dancing along a song. She was both adorable and bewitching, all and all a lovely sight.
I decided to join in and walked around the kitchen island towards her. I invaded her personal space and placed my hands on her hips, but before I could say something witty she screeched and raised her spatula menacingly. I couldn't help but chuckle at her poor attempt of an attack. I seemed to be in an incredibly good mood. Sex with Anastasia would do that to me…
"You nearly gave me a heart attack," informed me Anastasia dramatically, placing her right hand over her heart. That is to say, on her scantily clad chest.
"I'm sorry," I answered with a white lie and a small smile. Keeping one hand on one of her hips, I placed my free hand next to hers as a poor excuse to cop a feel and grope her left boob. She cracked up and turned around to face me with a smile gracing her lips.
"Good morning, Sir," she whispered with fake innocence, as if she could look anything other than indecent in my shirt.
"Good morning, Anastasia. Nice outfit," I commented, unabashedly ogling her. I went over the large white shirt and through her long pale legs before looking back up at her face. She looked tired but happy. Her face was clean, the make-up long gone, and her hair was up in a braid. Her blue eyes were checking out my legs. As promising as her ogling seemed, I didn't want her to burn our breakfast.
"What are you cooking?"
"My famous pancakes," she answered as she turned back to the stove. "Prepare to be amazed."
"I already am," I muttered to myself.
Submissives had cooked breakfast for me dozens of times, but the feeling was completely different with Anastasia. She was going out of her way to cook me something special, not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
I appreciated it.
I went to the fridge to fetch myself orange juice and offered Anastasia some. I served us two glasses as she worked on the food.
In no time at all, we were seated and ready to gobble the pancakes, desperate to fill our stomachs after all the calories we had burnt the night before.
I took a bite of the chocolatey goodness and almost combusted. It was delicious. I moaned before exclaiming, "This is the best thing I've ever tasted!"
"Thank you," she answered, blushing. Adorable.
I chuckled and caressed her cheeks, intensifying the redness. "I'll never understand you." How could she blush because I complimented her food, but not when I was devouring her pussy?
We ate silently for a few minutes before I asked her about an important issue: "Have you decided what you are going to tell Kate?"
I needed to know she was able to keep my lifestyle a secret. So far, Miss Kavanagh hadn't known Anastasia was involved with men, but now she knew about me and had even met me, and I needed to know my secret and career were safe.
Anastasia thought for a few seconds before answering, "I don't think I can stick to the virgin story. I can't lie so convincingly. I'll tell her some of the truth… That I lost my virginity at senior year of high school and had a friend with benefits at college before I met her." As she spoke, she gestured with her hands nervously. "I'll remind her I was too shy to tell her the truth right after we met and that afterwards, the lie had gotten too out of hand. Then I'll edit a little and tell her we're friends with benefits... If that's okay with you? That way she won't hope for romantic details."
"That's fine with me." More than fine. In all honesty, it was a spot on description at that point. "As long as she doesn't find out what we do exactly during our private time..."
"I know," she nodded as she fidgeted with her fork. "That's part of why I'll tell her I wasn't a virgin. She won't expect a ton of details about last night, my supposed first time. I just hope she won't get mad at me because I lied." She looked down at her plate and pushed some of her food around.
"Why did you lie? I mean, why didn't you tell her the truth after you became friends?" I asked. Anastasia seemed to be close to her roommate, and having Mia as a sister had taught me girls liked to talk among themselves about boys.
"I don't know how to explain," she answered with a sigh. "When we first met, she was so confident… and I was not. She preyed on men and I kept my distance. Social situations make me uncomfortable. When I meet men, I don't know what to tell them or how to act." Amused, I raised an eyebrow. There she was, sharing with a man what she hadn't been able to tell Katherine after what… four years? "It's different with you: I already know you. The first time we met, you wanted to know my hard limits; not what I study or what my hobbies are. You didn't try to flirt, and I knew exactly what your intentions were," she explained, taking out her frustration with her food as she stabbed it with a fork. "I don't know how to talk to guys I've just met. The boy I dated during high school I had known for years. My friend from freshman had been my partner for a project." She looked up at my face and blushed unexpectedly. "What was the question again?"
I gave her a small smile, amused she was embarrassed because she had gone off on a tangent. I was glad myself, as any new information I gathered from Anastasia was valuable to me: it helped me to better understand the woman in front of me.
The fact that she considered herself introverted and didn't know how to interact with men in normal social situations was a new and relevant piece of the puzzle. I understood the feeling of not knowing how to flirt or interact socially, albeit not only with the opposite sex.
Yet there I was, I realised, chatting with Anastasia comfortably, and not for the first time.
"I had asked you why you never told Katherine you're not a virgin," I reminded her.
"If she had known I wasn't a virgin, she would have forced me into tons of guys. It was easier this way."
I nodded, understanding the situation. "I'm sure if Elliot knew I'm not gay and afraid of pussies, he'd force me to go out with him every Saturday night."
"If you don't mind me asking... what are you going to tell him? He spent the night with Kate. I'm sure she'll tell him I'm here."
"I'll just tell him to mind his own business. He knows I like to keep my private life private; he'll eventually give up."
"But he's your brother!" she exclaimed, gesticulating with her left hand. "Kate won't rest until she knows about the other guys I've slept with. I'm definitely not telling her about the club, though," she continued, her eyes going wide.
While her reason to keep secrets had been shyness, mine was that I was a fucked up son of a bitch, and that wasn't something I was willing to share.
"Enough of this," I answered as I stood up. "Come," I requested as I offered her my hand, which she took without complaint. "It's time for that tour."
I knew Anastasia would fall in love with the library the moment I showed it to her. I couldn't wait to see her look around in fascination, so that's the first place I took her to. As I'd expected, she looked around the illuminated room wide eyed, taking in the several bookshelves.
"I feel like Belle from 'The Beauty and the Beast.'"
"Does that make me the Beast?" I asked her, and her beauty increased as she laughed.
Our next stops were the TV room and my office, where the contract was waiting for her signature. Without preamble, she turned around the pages and searched for the end of the contract. She reached for the pen I had left for her on my desk but I interrupted her, horrified by her dangerous trust.
"You have to read everything before you sign it!" I scolded her. How could she be so foolish?
"I've already read it. You emailed it to me," she answered, looking at me like a confused puppy.
"I could have printed something different," I pointed out.
"I trust you," she answered, exasperated. Her answer was warming and did something odd to my stomach, but nonetheless I needed her to act like a responsible adult.
"Anastasia," I castigated her and she huffed, taking a seat. She read the contract quickly, practically skimming it. Once she was done, she signed it and handled it to me. I could feel the exasperation and repressed petulance coming out of her pores. The whole situation amused me. I had no previous experience to compare it to.
The main floor having been covered, I guided her upstairs, where I showed her the Submissive's bedroom. She seemed content as she looked around it: the different shades of white in the furniture and bedspread, the flowery design in the wallpaper behind the bed, and the spectacular view of Seattle on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Wow."
"Do you like it?"
"I love it, Christian. It's beautiful."
"I had it refurbished. I hoped you'd like it."
"I really do."
I showed her the bathroom and the walk-in closet. In the latter, she dedicated a minute to looking at the skimpy clothes I had had bought for her. There was an array of sensual underwear, short dresses, tight t-shirts and barely-there shorts, as well as a few less revealing pieces she could wear if I decided to show her the best spots of Seattle.
Lastly, I guided her to the playroom. "I have some work to do before noon," I warned her before opening the door. "The sooner I get it done, the better. That way, we'll have the rest of the day to ourselves. I want you to explore the playroom now, though, and make sure you are comfortable inside it. We'll play after lunch," I promised.
I opened the door and gestured at her to go ahead.
I wondered what she was thinking as she looked around the red room. It was different from the ones at the club, as I had personalized it to my tastes, but it wasn't diametrically dissimilar. I didn't think she had any reason to feel uncomfortable, especially since I had put away in a different room the paddles, belts and canes. When I informed her I'd got rid of those objects, she relaxed and thanked me silently with a smile.
She walked around the room, feeling the soft furniture. The Goddess was finally inside my playroom, strolling around its walls in nothing but my shirt. She seemed ethereal as she looked around in approval, pleased with the dark piece of my soul I had bared in that red room, full of sin but lacking any kind of shame or judgement. Once she'd reached the chest of drawers, she asked, "Do you mind?" as she placed a hand on one of the knobs.
It was a hard question. Never before had I let a Sub look around my drawers. The secrecy was part of my control and dominance, and letting Anastasia into it would diminish part of my power. On the other hand, I needed Anastasia to feel completely comfortable in the playroom, not only because I craved to be a good Dominant, but also because I honestly cared for her feelings. I never wanted for her to stop being at ease around me.
Thus, after hesitating for a few seconds, I nodded in approval. She inspected the first three drawers, where I kept the blindfolds, rope, leather and iron cuffs, nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators and a spreader bar. I noticed she smirked at the last one and I chuckled. My Kitty loved the spreader bar, and I loved having her open for me.
She left the two last drawers unopened, strangely enough. She stepped away from the chest of secrets and I looked at her with curiosity. Her only answer was a cryptic smile.
I wanted to ask her what she was thinking. I wanted to spank her for that teasing smile. I wanted to fuck her till she couldn't walk straight. But first, I needed to get my job done, and for that we had to leave the playroom.
I shook my head and said, "Let's get out of here before I take you. I have some work I need to get done." Anastasia glanced at my crotch, where my pyjama pants were doing a poor job at hiding my hard-on. She smiled seductively and I grabbed her elbow, practically dragging her out of the room as I grunted, "Come on."
"But I can help you with that," she said with an innocent voice while looking intently at my groin.
I groaned silently, wanting nothing more than to take her back to the playroom and fuck her till noon, but I had already set enough of a bad precedent by succumbing to her wishes.
"I'm supposed to be the Dom here, remember?" I answered firmly, reinforcing my power with my tone of voice.
She looked up at me with big blue innocent eyes, the tiger well hidden behind the complacent kitty. "I just want to please you, Master." She just wanted to kill me slowly.
"Do you, now?" I muttered, guiding her down the stairs. It was time for me to remind her who was the boss, and I knew just what to do. "I have big plans for you this afternoon. But I guess for now we'll just focus on me." Her face fell, but her steps didn't waver.
I guided her back to my own bedroom and into my bathroom, expressing more discontent than what I actually felt.
Having opened the doors of my bedroom to her gave me a new sea of possibilities. This was going to be a win-win situation for me: I would be coming, and I wouldn't give in by taking her in my playroom.
Also, I'd get to christen my shower.
Once we were starting in the middle of my bathroom, I ordered her to undress.
Naturally, the Goddess could only hide for so long. Anastasia turned away from me, her back facing me with false modesty as she undid the buttons of my shirt she was wearing. She removed it seductively, slowly letting it caress her arms and revealing the skin of her back inch by inch.
Exquisite.
Once the shirt had hit the floor, Anastasia turned her face to watch me as I took a good look at her tempting body.
It turned out she had been wearing her black thong after all. She hooked her thumbs under its sides and slid down the garment. Once her arms could go no further, she bent, and suddenly her ass was right there and it was all I could look at. Once she was fully naked, she turned to look at me.
She stared at my mouth and I realised my index finger had found my lower lip and I had been caressing it as I'd observed her. It would seem Anastasia wasn't the only one who could accidentally seduce the other with one's own lips.
Speaking of, she bit her lower lip with want, matching the desire in her dilated pupils.
I forced my eyes away from her and walked around her to turn on the shower. While we waited for the water to heat, I took off my green pyjama pants and threw them on top of the small pile she had created.
Then, I helped her into the shower and followed right behind her.
I got some of my soap in a cloth before handing her the bottle.
I watched her every move as her hands caressed her body, leaving behind some suds as they went. She was so gorgeous and lovely.
She dared to look up once but I ordered her to keep her eyes to herself. She was a good spot and let me ogle her as she looked down at the floor.
I felt some of my power returning, but it wasn't heady. It was pleasant and somehow amusing, although the latter probably had something to do with Anastasia's adorable pouting. Still, it felt more like a game than ever before, the power play being more teasing than commanding. It was, surprisingly, more pleasant.
Silently, we washed our own heads. I basked in my dominance and amusement, as well as her wet sexy body, as she squirmed.
It felt good to have beaten her at her own game, especially when she shouldn't have had her own game on the first place.
By the time I was clean, Anastasia started applying the hair conditioner. Her eyes were closed as she worked on her hair, and mine ogled every inch of her naked body. My hands, currently free, sought my hard dick and started caressing it.
After Anastasia was done rinsing the conditioner, I said huskily, "Look at what you do to me." Her eyes only needed a second to find what I was referring to. They zeroed on my member, looking at it hungrily.
Good.
"Kneel before me and suck me, Kitty."
She waited no time to comply like the good Sub she wasn't. Her tongue was all over me a second later. Her hands weren't shy as they played with my full balls.
I tried to keep my eyes open but couldn't. I had been teasing myself all morning with the image of Anastasia in my shirt, and even in my playroom, before I got her naked and wet in my shower. There was only so much a man could take.
Soon enough, I was close to orgasm. She seemed to sense it, for she upped her game by teasing my sensitive member with a bit of teeth. She knew how to bring a man to his knees and she was all too aware of her power. To remind her I was the one in charge—even if I suddenly felt at her mercy, as if all of my pleasure depended only on her—I wrapped my hands in her wet hair and held her head softly but firmly.
She doubled her efforts, and in a matter of seconds I came undone in her mouth, screaming her name for what would clearly not be the last time. She swallowed even the last drop of what I had to give and once I was done, I looked down at her to find her smirking like the cat that ate the canary.
It would seem the tiger hadn't learned her lesson.
Once we were both dry, I had her follow me back to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and gestured for her to stand in front of me. I placed my hands on her naked hips and inevitably took a few seconds to enjoy the view.
"What should I do with you? Have you learnt your lesson?" I asked her.
"Yes, Sir. You decide when we play," she answered, looking repentant. She wasn't that good of an actress.
"Oh, there's more than that to it, Kitty. The lesson is that you do not top from the bottom. I am the Dom and you are the Sub. You do as I please, not the other way around. Get on bed, on your back," I commanded.
She flinched and did as told. As she crawled into bed, I smacked that delectable ass once.
That time we weren't about to have a sex marathon on my bed; instead, it'd be a punishment fuck: a scene, even if we weren't in the playroom. Thus, I looked for the grey patterned tie I had worn the night before and used it to tie her wrists together. Anastasia's eyes darkened as I worked on the knot.
I guided her hands to the top of her head. She looked lovely at my mercy, all mine to play with. I shifted my attention to her pussy. Unabashedly, I stroked her between her engorged pussy lips, finding her wet and ready for me.
"Open your legs," I ordered before climbing on top of her. "Look at me." Once her blue eyes were on my grey ones, I said, "You will not come. This is for my pleasure and your punishment. If you orgasm, I will spank you and then I will make sure you don't come again for the rest of the day. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she answered, finally showing honest remorse.
Satisfied she seemed to have understood who the boss was, I impaled himself inside her tight wet walls. She remained submissive and complacent as I fucked her, eyes closed tight. I took her hard and fast, and her mouth opened in pleasure but she didn't let out a sound. Even if she had brought me to orgasm not too long ago, I found myself close to the edge in a matter of minutes. For once not focused on her pleasure, I didn't worry about making her come with me and instead allowed myself to explode inside her as soon as I needed to.
I hadn't even pulled out of her when voices reached my fuzzy brain.
"But if he's still in bed, then he must be ill," I heard my mother say with distress from the living room. "He's never in bed at this time. Christian never sleeps in." Well, shit.
It'd seemed whatever happened in Escala, didn't stay in Escala anymore.
At least she hadn't caught me in the playroom.
"Mrs Grey, please," begged my CPO.
"Taylor. You cannot keep me from my son."
After hearing those words, Anastasia looked at me horrified. I probably didn't look any better.
"Mrs Grey, he's not alone," said Taylor, probably dissuading her from storming into my bedroom.
"What do you mean he's not alone?"
"He has someone with him."
"Oh..."
Naturally, she sounded surprised. All of my family was under the impression I was celibate and/or gay. It would be with great satisfaction and amusement that I'd introduce Anastasia to my mother. A beautiful girl of flesh and bone, looking innocent and kind! Grace would hardly be able to believe it, but it'd probably make her day, if not her month.