Chapter 7: The benefits of a kinky friendship
AKA: Booty calls
I like the way we feel together.
We fit.
I've never fit with anyone the way that we do.
I woke up feeling warm and cosy, one of my hands cupping a soft breast and my morning wood snuggled against a warm butt.
There was something to be said about waking up in bed with a Goddess such as Anastasia Steele.
I pressed her closer to my body and her eyes fluttered open. "This is nice," I whispered.
"Nice indeed," she answered with a chuckle, rubbing her ass against my hard member. "Good morning, Christian."
"Good morning, baby," I answered as my hand caressed her body through her soft nightgown, travelling from her breast, through her side and to the lower hem of her nightie.
Darkened blue eyes stared at me from behind a pale shoulder, suddenly awake and lustful. Wordlessly, we worked together to remove Anastasia's nightgown, the peach colour contrasting beautifully with her skin. My angel rested once again on my bed, looking like my complacent Kitty, and I took my time to devour her. I reverently kissed and caressed her skin from her neck, through her breasts and stomach, savouring her soft and warm skin. She sighed softly as I explored her body, her breathing accelerating the closer I got to her panties. I kissed her pussy through the cloth before removing her underwear, my voice husky as I praised, "These looked good on you, baby, but I much prefer them on the floor."
Once she was completely naked, I lay down between her open legs, my mouth inches away from her waxed cunt. I could feel my smirk reach my eyes as I met her darkened orbs. Before devouring her sweet pussy, I whispered, "Breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day."
After I was done getting my feed of her, she was messier than me, so I encouraged her to use my bathroom first. By the time I was done making myself presentable, Anastasia was gone from my bedroom. I stuttered towards my kitchen, morning sex having done wonders to my humour. Additionally, even if I had had a nightmare, I had slept for more hours than usual for the third night in a row and I felt incredibly well-rested.
"Coffee?" I could hear Gail ask from the distance as I walked into the living room. I knew Mrs Jones wasn't quite comfortable with my sexual lifestyle, but I hoped meeting Anastasia and realising she was just a sweet woman, perfectly sensible and unharmed, would help my housekeeper relax. Especially considering the mess we had made out of my own sheets.
"Tea, actually," answered Anastasia softly, "but Christian should be here any minute now."
"Already am," I said as I approached them. "Good morning, Mrs Jones. I see you've met Anastasia."
The brunette in question turned to look at me. Her eyes became unfocused for a second as she stared at me in my pyjamas. I smirked at her reaction, and while her cheeks flushed slightly, the tiger gave me a cheeky smile. She raised a shoulder, unbothered by having been caught staring, and I considered it a step forward. While her blushing enchanted me, I wanted her to feel comfortable with her desire for me.
Just as I was about to forget Gail was present, she placed our breakfast on the kitchen island.
As we devoured the chocolate muffins, needing to recuperate all the calories we had burnt, Anastasia enthusiastically entertained me with a story of baking with Miss Kavanah, who seemed to be as helpless in the kitchen as myself and Elliot. She was a great storyteller, and every time she made me laugh, Gail looked at me as if I had grown a second head. I knew I wasn't usually so relaxed and cheerful, but the blonde's look made me realise just how much brightness Anastasia was bringing into my life. I loved being with her, and I even liked the person I was when she was with me.
"All in all," she finished the story as she chuckled, "I love her dearly, but she can't cook to save her life. I only let her make coffee and sandwiches now." Unexpectedly, her face fell as she sighed. "I hope she'll forgive me for keeping secrets from her."
"I'm sure she will," I answered, not honestly understanding what the big deal was. I did know most people didn't think like me, being much less private and more sociable, yet I couldn't really put myself in her shoes. For instance, Elliot had probably realised I wasn't celibate, and while he had sent Mum as some kind of revenge for not telling him more about Anastasia, I knew he wouldn't get mad at me for fucking and not telling. He respected my privacy.
"It's not as if you kept a life-altering secret from her," I continued. "You just decided to keep some private information like that: private. There's nothing wrong with deciding what bits of you to share with whom, Anastasia," I reminded her. If Katherine didn't understand that, then she wasn't a good friend. "I do believe you got mad at me when I tried to convince you into giving me more than what you were willing to," I said, remembering the first time I'd awoken the tiger. "You had every right to say no and be angry with me then, as you had every right to keep some private things from Miss Kavanagh if you felt like it."
"I hope she learns to see it that way," she said with sad eyes as she fidgeted with her hands.
We finished breakfast silently as we reflected on our conversation. I realised I had grown a lot in the last few weeks. I seemed to have developed more sympathy than I had thought myself capable of feeling. For years I had felt like an old dog, unable to learn new tricks—that is when it came to emotions and social skills—but it would seem I was wrong. I had evolved in ways I hadn't imagined but, in all honesty, Flynn had encouraged. I wondered what he'd have to say when we met next. I was glad he was professional enough not to brag.
All too soon, Anastasia and I were dressed and in my helicopter, on our way south.
"Are you excited about Thursday?" I asked her as soon as we had left Seattle behind and Anastasia wasn't solely focusing on the sight anymore. It was endearing how she had looked outside with the same childlike wonder as on Saturday evening.
"Very much so. I can hardly believe I'm graduating!"
I remembered how I'd felt back then, glad to be finally beginning the next phase of my life and ready to build my own empire.
"Will your family be attending?"
She nodded. "My parents will be there, and my mother's husband Bob. I haven't seen them in forever."
"Do they live far from here?"
"My mother does. She's all the way to the east coast, in Savannah, but my father, Ray, lives closer by, in Montesano."
"So you moved all the way from Georgia to attend college in rainy Washington?"
"No. I went to High School in Montesano, actually."
I found it odd she'd chosen to live with her adoptive father rather than her mother. I would have thought a teenage girl would have rather lived with her Mum. I hesitated for a second before inquiring about her choice.
Tense, she raised both of her shoulders, her body trying to pretend nonchalance she didn't feel. "I was halfway through High School when my parents divorced. My mother left on a short vacation to Las Vegas and got married. She wanted me to move with her and her new husband, but I felt more comfortable with Ray in my old home, so I stayed. I'm glad I did. Mum would have driven me mad. I'm much more like my Dad."
"In which way?"
"My mother is… flighty. She's always talking and moving. Always getting into something new, but getting bored before it can get anywhere. She truly enjoys life and it's great, but she's messy and forgetful and it used to drive me mad when we lived together. Ray used to keep her grounded and so does Bob now, but at sixteen I couldn't deal with that on top of the divorce."
"And Ray? How are you both alike?"
She thought for a few seconds, head bent to a side and eyes unfocused as she gazed outside.
"We're more tranquil, I guess. Organized and quiet. We could just sit down for hours in complete silence, me reading and him fishing," she said, scrunching her nose at the last word.
"You don't like fishing?" It seemed the kind of tranquil activity Anastasia would enjoy.
"Not really. I kind of did, until Middle School, but I got bored eventually. I'd rather sit with a book in my hands than a fishing rod. What about you? Is it the kind of physical pursuits you enjoy?" she asked suggestively—with a small teasing smirk and playful eyes—and I recalled using those words during the interview. I chuckled.
"Yes. My father, and sometimes my grandfather, would take my siblings and me to do all kind of activities outside. Hiking, camping, rowing, fishing, biking, you name it. If you can do it in Washington, we did it."
For the rest of the trip, I entertained her with stories about camping and hiking all through Washington State.
I wasn't surprised when my phone started ringing late at night and Anastasia's name graced the screen.
"Hello, Anastasia. I was hoping you'd call," I said right away, seductively.
"I don't know how to do this," she whined.
"Don't worry. I'll help you take care of yourself, Kitty," I replied huskily, undoing my pants.
"It would be easier if you were here," she complained. "Say..." she continued, suddenly not moaning in discontent anymore. "You're not too far away from here. I bet you're lonely and bored in your hotel room," spoke the nymph, sounding husky and seductive.
I liked her way of thinking. That was my Kitty!
"I was actually busy working, but I could take a break."
"I promise to make your time worthwhile if you drop by."
How could I say no to that? I zipped my pants closed and said, "I'll be there in fifteen."
I hung up in a hurry and practically ran to the bedroom, looking for socks and shoes.
I let a shocked Taylor know I'd be going out and drove myself to Anastasia's apartment. Halfway there, I received a text from the brunette. I read it in a red light:
Text me when you arrive and don't ring the bell. Kate's asleep.
We'll wake her up alright, just not like that. I had a funnier way on mind, I replied, choosing to ignore the fact we were experts at silent sex. Maybe I'd fuck Miss Steele so thoroughly she'd lose control of her mouth.
Nonetheless, I complied, texting her as soon as I'd climbed out of my car. She greeted me silently with a smile and let me in quickly, keeping her body hidden behind the door. I could see the reason why as soon as I was inside the apartment: she was wearing a white dress robe that fell high on her thighs. The upper half of her body was perfectly covered, as the material wasn't translucent but quite fuzzy, yet it didn't need to leave little to the imagination as for me to know what she looked like underneath.
I felt what a normal teenager would have probably felt in High School as Anastasia led me silently to her bedroom. She closed the door softly behind us and sighed in relief. It was amusing. Something told me Miss Kavanah was much like Elliot and didn't bother hiding her night companions from Anastasia.
I briefly looked around the bedroom, decorated in white and relaxing shades of light blue. A couple of boxes were stacked by the door, and her desk was already empty. She was clearly ready for the move.
Meanwhile, Anastasia looked at me up and down, appreciating the sight of my slacks and white shirt, but most particularly the fraction of my chest revealed by the few undone buttons.
"Hi," she whispered before biting her lip, unintentionally seductive.
"Hello, Kitty," I replied. My voice sounded husky. The drive to her apartment had been eternal, and it mattered not that we had already fucked that morning; I needed her.
I needed to bite that lip.
Nothing was stopping me, so I took a step forward and devoured her. I explored her mouth like a starving man, relearning every inch of it. Her hands held onto my upper arms, her fingers digging into my muscles as if they were her anchor. I started walking towards the general direction of her bed, forcing her to walk backwards. As I walked, I removed my shoes without a care for their well-being. It only took us a few steps to reach our destination. I let go of her, ready to guide her onto the mattress, but she distracted me momentarily by biting her lip. "You will be the death of me, baby," I muttered with a groan.
I hurriedly encouraged her to lie down in the middle of the bed, desperate to feel her skin against mine. Her robe, which had been untied, got open by itself as Anastasia rested her body on top of the mattress. My eyes devoured the sinful angel, clad in white lingerie, modest yet provocative—it was, after all, lingerie. Her bra was demure, all dense white cloth with floral embroidery hiding her breasts, but the panties were mostly translucent, her modesty barely covered.
She was the most tempting creature in the universe.
She looked like my own guardian angel dressed in pristine white. And she was perfect for me: she kept the demons at bay, and she was sexy, kinky and smart. She was much more than the whole package.
With my right index finger, I traced the outline of one of the embroidered flowers on the white bra. Anastasia shuddered in pleasure, lips parted and eyes darkened. "Aphrodite had nothing on you."
Her cheeks flushed.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she joked.
"It's not mere flattery. It's a fact. You are exquisite. Now let me feast on you."
My lips found her jawline. I kissed every inch of it before moving south, through her neck and her sternum. I explored her slowly, enjoying her skin and seducing her. Her bra wasn't just sexy, but functional, clearly meant to keep everything in place. It had thick transparent straps that prevented me from lowering the cups, but nonetheless, I could easily knead her breast through the white material.
My mouth kept exploring her naked flesh, kissing and tasting her ribs, her belly, her waist… Anastasia fidgeted slightly underneath me. She seemed to have no patience for foreplay, but I enjoyed it. The greatest pleasure came from making my inexperienced but stubborn and talented Sub squirm and moan, unable to resist my expertise. I only scolded her if her wriggling interfered with my exploration and adoration of her soft body.
Eventually, I reached her panties. Without more preamble, I lowered them. As my hands did the dirty job, my lips didn't leave her skin. I continued kissing and licking her left hip. I sucked her skin right above the sharpest part of the bone, and it felt so good I decided to do a thorough job and leave a small purple mark where only she and I could see. A hickey in such a private place was the perfect juxtaposition between the adult I was, and the teenager Anastasia made me feel like, what with experiencing new things, introducing her to my mum, sneaking into her bedroom at night…
I observed my job, liking how the hickey marked her as mine. Then, I finished removing her panties, as well as her robe and bra. Finally, I had her naked and in bed. In her bed. I had never fucked a woman in her bed before.
I was going to enjoy the experience and give her a memory of her college's bedroom she'd never forget.
I restarted my exploration from her right foot.
Anastasia was growing impatient. "Please," she begged with a whine.
"Hush, Anastasia."
She whimpered like a wounded kitty but I stuck to my plan, even more determined to take it slow just to remind her who was the boss.
I toured the inside of her right leg, and when I reached her groin I didn't give her what we both wanted, but returned south, to her left foot.
"Please, Master! Please!" she cried out, lifting her hips wantonly.
That wouldn't do. She needed to be reminded, once again, who was the Dominant.
I climbed away from above her body and sat at the edge of the bed as Anastasia blinked at me with confusion, mind foggy with desire.
"Stand up," I ordered, anger transparent in my voice, and she obliged as quickly as she could. "Lie down on my lap. I'm going to spank you to remind you who is your Master. I want you to count."
"Red," she whispered, wide-eyed. That was unexpected. What had upset her so? Did she not want to be spanked in her own room? "Kate can't know! If she hears me..."
Oh. So the problem wasn't the spanking itself, thanks fuck.
"Fine. No counting. No sounds at all."
She had no issues with that and climbed up on my lap quickly and expertly. I caressed her pale butt, skin soft and flesh firm. With no warning, I delivered the first spank quickly and Anastasia gasped so softly I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't been waiting for it.
I delivered the next spank in her other butt cheek, the strength behind it making it clear it was a punishment. I wasn't too forceful, though, keeping it within the limits of what Anastasia accepted and enjoyed. Indeed, after a few blows, I could see my Kitty's lower lips become engorged and glistening. Once I had delivered the last and tenth spank, I slowly slid a finger inside her cunt, enjoying the wet tightness. Her walls contracted softly around me, inviting me in.
She'd be the death of me.
"You're always so wet for me, Kitty," I commented with a moan as I removed my finger. "Stand up."
Once again, she complied unhesitatingly, keeping her eyes on the floor. She looked like the perfect image of a Submissive, complacent and flushed with desire.
"Is there anything you'd like to say, Anastasia?"
"Thank you for punishing me, Sir," she replied with a small voice. "I'm sorry I spoke out of place twice." She sounded honest.
"Good girl. Now," I said as I stood up in front of her, "undress me."
I expected her to undo my pants and remove them, but she reached for my shirt. I took a step back, away from her eager fingers. She blinked twice, confused, before her blue eyes looked into mine, full of promises. "I will be extra careful not to touch you," she swore, bringing up the elephant in the room.
I took a sharp intake of breath, blown away by her words and the intense look in her eyes. Knowing I could trust her, I nodded. She gave me a sweet reassuring smile and I tried to gift her one in return, although it probably looked like a grimace.
When she reached for the buttons of my shirt the second time, I stayed in place. All my muscles tensed up as she held the front of my shirt away from my chest and carefully undid the buttons. I held no memory of anyone undressing me before, and I knew I had never let Grace do that for me.
I appreciated how careful and caring Anastasia was as she hurried through the buttons. If I hadn't been so tense, the look of absolute concentration on her face would have been adorable.
When she finished, I let out the air I hadn't realized I'd been holding. She was careful as she slid the shirt through my arms. My white piece of clothing joined hers on the floor.
Then, she knelt in front of me. One by one, she removed my socks as I lifted my feet. Next, she unzipped my pants and lowered them with my boxers, freeing my hard strained dick. Her mouth went straight for it but I held her head away from me.
"I need to come inside your pussy right now," I explained, my need transparent in my voice. This had started over half an hour ago, with a short attempt at phone sex, and had grown into an erotic experience with the white lingerie, the exploration of her sweet body, and the spanking. I was ready to explode.
I held her hands as she stood up and once I was sure she'd regained her footing, I practically slammed her against the nearest wall and buried myself inside her. Our agitated breathing clashed with the wet sound of our fucking as I took her fast. She started moaning and whimpering, lost in the pleasure, and I basked in the sounds she was making. Embarrassingly soon, we came together. She practically collapsed on me, and I was thankful for my stamina as I caught her. I guided her back to bed, holding most of her weight, and collapsed next to her on the mattress, breathing hard.
"Wow," she gasped.
"Indeed."
"That was the first time I had sex in my bedroom," she said with her typical endearing blush.
"Really, now? Any other surface you'd like to fuck on before you move out of this apartment?" I wondered as I looked around the bedroom. There weren't many surfaces to choose from.
I turned to look at her, awaiting the answer, and found her chewing her lower lip nervously. "Over my desk," she answered, cheeks as flushed as possible. "From behind."
I grinned, liking the way little Miss Steele thought. Such a dirty mind to match a golden heart. I jumped out of bed, suddenly ready for the second round, and Anastasia followed me. We hurried towards the desk, which luckily stood empty.
"Bend over," I ordered, probably unnecessarily, as she obliged me in a hurry, as eager as me to fuck. Long past foreplay and niceties, I plunged my member inside her drenched core the moment she was in position.
She was so tight and beautiful and mine.
I loved fucking her. I loved being the first and last man to take her in that bedroom. I loved making her fantasy a reality, and how intimate that was. I loved her, and her pussy, and her lips, and I needed to taste her. I grabbed her hair, desperate, and guided her head so our mouths could meet. I kissed her desperately and she gave as good as she got, nonplussed by the uncomfortable position I had forced her into.
The kiss was hot and intense, but all too soon I had to pull out for air.
"What about the bed?" I gasped as soon as I could talk again. "Has anyone fucked you in that bed?" I suspected I knew the answer.
"No," she moaned. Good. I wanted to be the first one to take her there too. I wanted to be all over her life. I wanted her to think of me whenever she lay in that bed.
"Would you like me to?"
"Please, Master," she begged, and suddenly the moment didn't seem so intimate anymore. Yet, that's what I wanted. The connection Anastasia and I had—that friendship we had that went beyond being Master and Submissive—was one I didn't understand but I enjoyed nonetheless, and it was one I wanted to bask in right then.
I pulled out of her and she stood up, confused. Needing to find that intimate place I wanted us to be in, I grabbed her arms softly and turned her around carefully, seeking her blue eyes. She was looking at the floor submissively, though, so I grabbed her chin and directed her Adriatic sea eyes upwards. They met my grey eyes, full of honesty and trust and passion and… and that strange soft look I could have sworn I had seen in the past, yet never directed at me—and I didn't mean just from her, but from any other Sub. Of course, she was long past being just my Sub.
Whatever that new look meant, I liked it. It made me feel happy and warm, like Christmas used to. I didn't know exactly what it was, but it seemed to be the intimacy I had been craving.
"Let's keep this one between Christian and Anastasia," I proposed and, thank fuck, she nodded dizzily in agreement.
I grabbed her hand and guided her back to bed. Anastasia lay down on her back and I climbed up on top of her, skin to skin. My hands automatically found hers—I needed to make sure she wouldn't touch me—and our fingers intertwined as if they had been doing it all their lives—and that had nothing to do with my haphephobia. We fit perfectly.
My eyes bore into hers as I slid home slowly, going all the way in and feeling her in the most intimate of ways. I didn't know what our looks meant, or what our connection was; I only knew I could express myself best as we lay together naked, flesh to flesh and heart to heart.
We came together, screaming out each other's names, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up like I rarely did: relaxed and well-rested. Yet another night had gone by without nightmares, and the pessimist part of me wondered how I'd deal with my usual crappy sleeping patterns once Anastasia and I had to establish the routine of only meeting on weekends.
Speaking of Anastasia, where was she?
I opened my eyes groggily and looked around the room, disoriented for a second before I remembered I was at the brunette's apartment. I spotted her standing by the door, wearing comfortable looking white and blue pyjamas. For the first time in my life, I understood what people meant when saying someone could look beautiful wearing a potato sack. Anastasia looked exquisite even without make-up or lingerie.
I noticed she was looking at me as if I were a math problem she had trouble solving. I knew the feeling, as she still felt like a puzzle to me. I felt a pang of sympathy for her: while I found her intriguing and hard to read, she always answered any question I had, yet I still behaved like a nut hard to crack. Getting me to share personal matters was like squeezing water from a stone, but I wondered if I could get better at it.
"Good morning, baby," I spoke, voice raspy with sleep. "See something you like?"
"Most definitely. Sleep well?"
"I did." I still found it surprising how restorative sleeping could be when lying next to the right person. "You are my own brand of sleeping draught."
"How flattering, Mr Grey!" I knew she'd appreciate the geekish comment.
I chuckled and turned to the bedside table, looking for something that'd tell me the time. I was horrified to realize Anastasia's clock claimed it was nearly 7:30. I cursed as I hurried out of the bed and started looking for my clothes on the mess we had made on the floor. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Anastasia staring at me with amusement, eyes sparkling with joy. She was biting her lip, probably trying not outright laugh at me.
"What's so funny, Miss Steele?" I asked, trying to sound stern.
"Christian Grey is late and flustered," she answered with a big smile, not bothering to hide her amusement anymore. "I'm willing to bet this is something no one has ever seen before." Probably not. I hated being late. The one perk of being unable to sleep past sunrise was that I never ran late in the morning.
"You believe you're funny. I need to go. I have a meeting at eight in Portland,"—and I'd be needing a new shirt. "Stop laughing at me!" I ordered, fighting a smile. I could feel the skin on the corner of my eyes tensing up, letting me know my face was revealing to Anastasia I was as amused as her. Her joy was contagious, and I had to admit the whole situation was kind of funny, like something taken out of a comedy. Plus, it wouldn't be the end of the world if I was slightly late. The meeting was via WebEx; I could blame my tardiness on faulty internet connection.
"No," she replied at my weak order.
I couldn't take it anymore and I grinned at her. Playfully, I rose my right hand and shook it threateningly.
"I'm late. I don't do late. Yet another first, Anastasia."
"I'll walk you out. Unless I can temp you with breakfast?" It sounded good, but I didn't have time. I'd have to eat after the meeting.
"Thanks, but I've got to run, baby. I'll see you on Thursday. Wear something sexy."
"You do realise my Dad will be there, don't you?" she asked, amused.
Oh shit. Her father!
Would I have to meet him?
Probably.
It's not as if I'd be able to stay away on the celebration of her graduation. I couldn't imagine not sharing with her such an important moment. We were, after all, good friends.
"Wear something ugly," I joked. "The last thing I need is him seeing me spotting a hard-on because of his daughter." She chuckled. "What about your Mom?"
A small pout graced her lips and her eyes lose their amused sparkle. "She called me yesterday afternoon. She won't be able to make it. Her husband Bob twisted some ligament or another and he's pretty much dependant on her right now. She did invite me to go to visit her in Georgia."
Georgia? That was on the other side of the country.
"What will you do?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure. I'll think about it and let you know. I'd be back for the weekend, anyway." That was a relief to hear. "Now go or you'll be really late."
"Good point well made, Kitty."
"I'll walk you out."
I stuttered out of the bedroom and through the apartment, as if I wasn't running late and my clothes weren't a mess. There seemed to be little point in worrying about it, unless I wished to amuse Anastasia further. Or Katherine, who was sitting on the couch, gawking at Anastasia and myself as if we were fascinating zoo animals. I wondered what was more shocking for her: seeing a CEO looking like a mess, catching the brother of her current fuck-buddy bluntly doing the walk of shame, or having evidence her roommate had had sex in her own bedroom the night before. After what Anastasia had told me, I gathered it was the last one and that my brunette was about to get accosted by Miss Kavanagh.
When we reached the apartment door, I turned to look at Anastasia with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile, reacting at the flatmate's unbashful staring and the brunette's determination to ignore her. Deciding revenge was in order after the way my Kitty had laughed at me, I chose to give Katherine a show: I took a step closer to Anastasia and joked, "Laters, baby," before giving her a quick but deep kiss. I opened the door and walked out as if I didn't have a care in the world. Then, I hurried to my car. I needed to get to the hotel soon.
Ironically enough, my meeting was with Mr Kavanagh and his associates.
The first time I met Elliot after my return from Seattle was that afternoon. He showed up at my hotel's room at roughly quarter past five as if he owned the place and sat next to me on the couch, not caring he was interrupting my job.
"Men, sex all weekend and then two days at a construction zone… I'm exhausted."
"You smell like it." It was a disgusting combination of sweat and dust. The asshole clearly hadn't showered yet.
"Chill. I'll be out of your hair in a bit. I'm taking Kate out to dinner tonight. I'm not expected at work until noon tomorrow, so I'll probably spend the night with her. I just wanted to ask about your weekend." He gave me a boyish smile and wiggled his eyebrows. He knew he had thrown me under the bus, sending our mother to my penthouse, and he was enjoying it.
"It was fine."
"Don't be an ass! I want details!"
"So does Mum. I was kind enough to inform her you are smitten with your dear Kate."
He turned to glare at me. "I'm aware. She called me yesterday to ask about her, and to scold me for sending her to your apartment when I knew you'd be on a date. 'It's not a date if it's Sunday morning,' I told her!" I scowled at him. "Oh, it gets worse! If I'm going down, so are you! I've agreed to take Kate to dinner at Mum and Dad's on Saturday," he informed me with devilish eyes. I didn't see how that could be a problem for me. "You'll be expected to take Ana."
My eyes widened. I didn't want the rest of my family to meet Anastasia any more than she wanted to meet them. I'd have to come up with an excuse or something…
"Anyhow, I need to shower! See you tomorrow, asshat."
Much like the night before, I received a call from Anastasia while I was working. I had made myself comfortable on the couch, with a pair of pyjama pants and my computer. I put the latter aside the moment my cell phone rang and picked up quickly, before Anastasia lose her nerve.
"Hey, baby, need help?" I asked seductively as a greeting.
"Yes," she answered firmly, with no of the shyness she had expressed the night before on the phone. "Your brother and my flatmate are being extremely loud and about to put me off of sex for at least a month. Save me!"
So overdramatic!
"Now, we can't have that, can we?" I asked, chuckling.
"May I come over?" she asked, whining. "I can reconsider your brother's offer to join them in bed, if not."
"He offered you what?" I asked, half-shouting. How dare he try to seduce her, of all women. She was mine.
"I'm sure he was kidding," she tried to placate me. "Kate isn't one to share." Neither am I. "Although he does seem to be under the misconception that you don't know how to treat a girl in bed," she added, amused. There was no doubt in my mind I was much better than Elliot at giving mind-blowing multiple orgasms.
"Enough jokes. Taylor will be there to pick you up in twenty minutes."
"Nonsense. There's no need to have the man driving around for over half an hour. I'll drive myself." Did she have to fight me at every little thing? "I have a very safe and beautiful car thanks to you, and I enjoy using it every chance I get."
"Must you always be so stubborn?" I huffed. "Taylor will be waiting for you at the entrance," I compromised.
"Great! I'll be there in half an hour or so. Bye!"
"Drive safely," I said right before she hung up.
I texted Taylor to ask him to wait for Anastasia downstairs. He replied right away in the affirmative. I tried to distract myself with work as I waited for my Kitty.
Sex for the fourth day in a row… I could get used to it.
It wasn't long before my room's door was being opened by Taylor and Anastasia was stepping inside. She had protected herself from the pouring rain, and looked adorable in a green raincoat and matching rubber boots.
I placed my laptop on the couch and stood up to meet her. Her eyes were unbashful as she ogled my muscular bare chest and my low-hanging dark grey pyjama pants. She bit her lower lip, tempting me.
"Now, now, Kitty. Fair is fair. If you're going to eat me with your eyes, you may as well let me return the favour by getting rid of all those layers of clothing."
"Hello you too," she answered with a cheeky smile.
"You and your smart mouth! You are one more naughty comment away from getting spanked," I warned her as unzipped her raincoat, revealing the tight pink shirt she was wearing underneath.
"I'll keep that in mind. Now, if you want me to get rid of these boots without breaking my neck, I need to sit first."
I gestured towards the blue couch I had been sitting on, and while she removed her boots, I took my laptop to the dining table. I didn't want it to end up broken and on the floor.
When I returned she was already seated on the couch. Her jeans were gone too, and she was currently wearing white and pink shorts and high socks. Adorable.
Unexpectedly, the sight of Anastasia in her pyjamas warmed my heart.
"Nice pyjamas, Miss Steele."
"Why, thank you, Mr Grey. I like yours better, though."
"To each their own," I replied as I sat down next to her.
I grabbed her legs, which she had folded underneath her, and guided them to my lap.
"Nice legs," I commented, and she blushed. I caressed them, feeling her lovely skin. "They're so soft." She seemed to relax under my touch.
My hands travelled time and time again from her ankles and up her legs, reaching higher with every turn and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. After a few minutes, my fingertips found the bottom of her pyjama shorts, and something seemed to explode inside her. She slid closer to me, pressing her butt against the side of my leg, and she wove her hands in my hair just like I loved it. She guided my mouth towards hers and kissed me passionately. No woman had kissed me first ever since I'd been a Submissive myself, but I felt no submission as Anastasia kissed me. Rather, I felt like we were equals, and by then I was used to it not bothering me.
The truth was that Anastasia's stubbornness and our unexpected friendship had made us equals, and only in my playroom did the illusion of me being the Dominant persist. And maybe it wasn't how my contractual relationships used to be like, and maybe it wasn't what the lifestyle used to be for me, but the truth was that it worked and it made me happy. While controlling my Subs had made me feel more focused and mighty—and everything opposite to a frightened child or a helpless teenager—having a true friend was even more fulfilling and pleasurable, and there was no point in lying to myself about it.
Anastasia made me feel good, both in the sack and out of it, and right then she was making me feel desirable as she initiated our kiss for the first time of what I hoped would be many.
Naturally, I gave as good as I got as we battled for dominance. I loved how she fought back, displaying passion and responsiveness. My hands found her hips and I guided her to my lap, so she was sitting astride me. Our chests were pressed together, Anastasia's clothes standing as a barrier I could do without.
Whenever we pulled away for air, our lips still found each other's once again. Her hands stayed in safe territory, respecting my limits as they played with my hair or caressed my arms, but my own hands explored every inch of her body.
Done with foreplay, I stood up and she wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to bed. In a matter of seconds, our clothes were on the floor and I was inside her. I fucked her in the bedroom, with no toys or restrains, and it was just as perfect and satisfying as usual. How many times had we had vanilla sex already? Did it really matter? Especially when there was nothing plain about lying with a goddess such as Anastasia Steele.
Our sex marathon began again the next morning, as neither of us was expected anywhere. Eventually, Anastasia called uncle, too sensitive to continue. We were starving, but it had got so late the hotel probably wasn't serving breakfast anymore. I was sure they would make an exception for someone like me, but Anastasia was craving Dunkin' Donuts. I agreed we could go buy some, so long as we could eat them in private. She suggested we return to her apartment afterwards, so she could get her car back home. Elliot could drive me back to the hotel.
Anastasia put on the same bra, boy shorts, socks and jeans from the night before, but she didn't feel comfortable putting on the pyjama shirt and being forced to wear the raincoat. I was happy to lend her a black shit of mine. She looked fucking sexy in my clothes.
As I finished getting dressed, Anastasia stepped out to the living room. As I made my way to join her, I heard her say, "Bye, Kate, See you soon," before laughing.
"What's so funny, baby?" I asked.
"Kate. She's still in bed. She hadn't even realized I'd gone missing until I told her I'm not home. Now she wants to know where I am. I did promise her and your brother doughnuts, though. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I don't. But my brother's paying for his own food."
She giggled, and once again, I was charmed.