Chapter 9: Hello Seattle
AKA: Ana meets the Greys
You were a risk,
a mystery,
and the most
certain thing I'd ever known
-Beau Taplin
I fell asleep with the image of Anastasia behind my eyelids, and woke up alone but well-rested.
I still had another hour before I had to meet Anastasia for our run, so I took my time going to the bathroom, putting on comfortable clothes, making myself a cup of coffee and eating a banana as I read the news.
Ten minutes before we were supposed to meet, I left the penthouse. I jogged towards Anastasia's apartment—she had texted me her address—and arrived with two minutes to spare. I decided to ring the bell right away, anyway. If she wasn't ready to go, I'd be more comfortable waiting inside.
It didn't take Anastasia long to open the door, and when she did, we went through our usual routine of checking out each other. She looked hot in a pair of those black tight leggings women looked so great on. Her shirt was loose, sleeveless, and unsurprisingly witty: it read 'I know I run like a girl. Try and keep up.'
"Hello, Anastasia," I spoke first.
"Hi," she squeaked.
"Nice shirt."
"Nice body," she replied with a playful smile.
I chuckled. She was something else.
"Ready to go?"
"Sure." She grabbed a small backpack from the floor and followed me outside. I knew I was supposed to frown at it, but the black lacy surprise the last one had held hadn't been so bad. Plus, It'd be pointless: if Anastasia wanted to bring stuff to my apartment she would, whether I approved or not.
We jogged at a nice pace for nearly an hour through the Elliott Bay Trail—which was just a couple of blocks away from Anastasia's apartment—as I pointed at her the perks of the view.
Upon arriving at Escala, we took quick, separate showers. Anastasia cooked us breakfast as I got her tea and my coffee ready. We moved around the kitchen in sync, as if we had been doing it for years. I loved how used my body was to having hers around, and it fascinated me how it didn't only apply to sex. The intimacy it made me feel was alarming, but I decided to compartmentalise and focus on something else.
Thus, we spent the morning in the playroom as I concentrated on making her feel good. I blindfolded her and tied her up all over the room: by the wall in my St Andrew's cross, on the table by its legs, and on the bed with the spreader bar. With her legs stretched open, she could do nothing but take all the pleasure I was giving her without respite, and she fucking loved it. Time and time again I made her lose herself and shout my name as she came.
Eventually, I was so exhausted I couldn't keep going. Plus, I didn't want Anastasia's legs to go unbearably sore.
She fell asleep during aftercare. I picked her up, took her to her bedroom and let her nap.
I needed to talk her into accompanying me to my parent's house for dinner that night, and realising she was giving me the perfect excuse to mellow her over, I ordered us lunch. While I waited for the food to arrive, I set the table. Twenty minutes later, I received a text from the delivery guy informing me he was downstairs. I took the lift to pick up the food myself, as Taylor had the weekend for himself—he was visiting his daughter, Sophie—and I had opted not to have any other CPO home. Anastasia and I needed our privacy.
Once I was back in my penthouse, I walked up the stairs and into Anastasia's bedroom. She looked like an angel, sleeping curled up on her side under the cream coloured sheets, but she needed to get up and eat.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. Lunch's ready," I said.
Her eyes opened, confused, and she blinked a couple of times before speaking.
"Lunch? How did I get here?"
"You fell asleep in the playroom. I brought you here and let you take a nap."
"Oh, thanks. Did you say you made us lunch?" She asked, sounding surprised and warry. Offended, I glared at her playfully.
"No, I said lunch's ready. Believe it or not, I can get food delivered from pretty much anywhere. How does gnocchi with cream sound?"
"Mmm. Perfect!"
I returned downstairs, and while she got dressed I took the food from the containers and placed it on two plates. After a couple of minutes, she walked down the stairs, hair combed and wearing a lovely ensemble of white matching crop top and shorts with red flowers, which showed off her belly and legs.
I was at my best behaviour through lunch, acting as attentive and amicable as possible. She lacked a poker face, and I could tell she was mistrustful regarding my extreme graciousness. I would have been offended if I hadn't embraced how much of an ogre I could be.
Once we were done eating, I guided her to the couch and presented her with a wrapped package.
"Welcome to Seattle." I hoped she'd like my gift, not just because I sought to win her over, but because I wanted to please her.
"You know I don't like gifts, Christian," she whined.
"You'll love this one," I promised. I knew it was the kind of thing she'd buy for herself.
Reluctantly, she took the thin package from my hands. She unwrapped it, tearing the paper, and revealed the eReader I had bought for her. With eyes and a smile equally wide, she caressed the case reverently. It was feminine, with a flowery design and 'Pride & Prejudice' written towards the top, as well as 'Jane Austen' on the bottom, so it looked like a book cover.
"I do love it!" she exclaimed loudly, and I felt on top of the world. "It's too much and you shouldn't have bothered, but I love it." Damn. Now I felt guilty for having ulterior motives. I squirmed and looked down at my lap, wondering if it'd be better to just cancel dinner with my family.
"You need something from me, don't you?" she asked with her eyes squinting slightly.
Busted.
"I got you the gift before I knew I'd need a favour!" I exclaimed defensively. Indeed, it had been plan B in case she didn't like the bracelet as a graduation gift. "I just thought giving it to you first may soften you up."
"Well, that explains lunch."
I huffed. "I can give you a nice lunch without expecting anything in return."
Maybe.
Alright, it was probably a fucking lie: I'd be expecting kinky sex in return. Although that's something I would already be getting anyway, so maybe it shouldn't count.
"I'll believe it when I see it. So, what do you need from me that you can't just get by being my Master?"
Where should I begin? I could probably write eighteen pages front and back.
"Just for the record, there are many things I can't get by being your Master. You are an obstinate, headstrong, little thing."
"Thank you," she interrupted.
"...And my Mum wants me to take you to dinner at her home tonight," I hurriedly added.
She raised both eyebrows in surprise. "No way! Meeting her once was enough. She's already marrying us off as it is."
"I know, but when I tried to convince her it was a bad idea, she insisted. I couldn't very well tell her that you wouldn't want to come because you're not my girlfriend, but my Submissive, or friends with benefits, or whatever."
She huffed, thought for a few seconds, and then asked out of thin air: "Did you know I've never done the 69?"
"The 69?" Where had that random thought come from?
"Yes, the sexual position." She blushed at her own words and I smirked.
"I know what it is, but what does it have to do with dinner with my parents?"
"I'll offer you a deal. We do it and if I come first, I'll go…"—a piece of cake—"but I also get to be on top again." I guessed I could live with that. "If you come first, you're going alone and need to come up with an excuse that won't make me look bad."
She proposed a good deal. I felt confident about my ability to make her orgasm quickly.
"Deal", I agreed, reaching out to shake her hand.
Once her right hand was on mine, I pulled and grabbed her waist with my left hand, making her shriek. I threw her over my shoulder and jogged towards my bedroom, ready to take her in yet another position she'd never been in.
She giggled when I threw her on top of my bed. She was a vision, lying on top of my blue covers with skimpy white clothes, hair wild around her, and eyes sparkling with joy.
My heart skipped a beat.
I helped her undress in a hurry. Off went her top and shorts, revealing the peach translucent set she had been wearing underneath. She helped me with my sweatpants as I took off my t-shirt.
Unable to help myself, I reached out with a finger to trace the brim of her bra. "Such a temptress…" I muttered to myself. I went to feel her pink nipple, but she took a step back and smacked my hand away.
"No, no. You can't get me worked up. That's cheating, Grey."
"Alright, Madam. No need to get bossy. Out with the underwear, now."
What followed was a battle of wills. I lay down in bed, not wanting to crush her, and guided her on top of me. As soon as she was close enough, my tongue leapt out to taste her wet sweet pussy. It took her a few seconds to return the favour, and off we went, trying to win the race.
I tasted and stimulated every inch of her swollen pussy, devouring her. The act of giving oral sex was enjoyable enough for me, but add being stimulated at the same time and make a competence out of it, and it became an unforgettable experience.
Sex with Anastasia was fun in a way it had never been before, and I almost pulled back to laugh with happiness. Winning was more important, though, more for the sake of being victorious than taking her to dinner at my parent's that night. Plus, what kind of Dom would I be if I let my body get the best of me?
I could feel Anastasia humming with pleasure, close to orgasm. The vibrations travelled through my cock, taking me several steps closer to the cliff. Damn. I doubled my efforts, but so did she, yet in the end, it was my expertise and vaster experience the ones that won. My tongue found just the perfect sensitive spot inside her, and she came spectacularly.
In her pleasure, she stopped her ministrations.
Fuck.
I needed to come.
I spun her around so she was on her back, and then I turned so that my head was aligned with hers and our hips were touching. Anastasia was still lost in her orgasm when I dove into her. I only fucked her for a few seconds before I was coming inside her, screaming out her name.
"So close," she moaned in protest.
"You lose, Kitty. I do believe there are a few proper dresses in your wardrobe."
"I doubt it. It would seem to me you only picked revealing clothes," she answered, pouting.
I snorted. "Don't forget the sexy underwear. I know you'll look ravishing in each piece." I pulled out of her. "Now, don't be a bad loser and stop pouting. After all, you get to be on top once again. Would you like to cash in your reward now?" I asked her.
"No. I don't feel like having sex." So Miss Steele was a sore loser.
She pouted even harder and climbed out of the bed before stepping into my bathroom. While she cleaned herself up, I put on my clothes back on. She wasn't done by the time I'd got dressed, so I just shouted at her that I had work to do and I'd be in my studio if she needed me.
I went looking for her a few hours later, and found her in the library, curled up on the couch with her new eReader and wearing nothing but her translucent bra and panties. I went hard instantly. Was this her revenge for me winning? If so, I'd take that sweet torture every day.
"How naughty of you, Kitty," I spoke from the door, making her look up, "going around the apartment in your underwear. Bad girls deserve to be spanked." Her eyes darkened and her thighs tensed up in desire. "Sadly, we have no time to play right now, but I'll be reddening that cute ass of yours as soon as we get back home. Now, off you go. Go get dressed, beautiful."
While she went upstairs to get dressed, I put on black pants and a light blue shirt.
I waited for her by the stairs. She took her sweet time, but she eventually showed up, wearing a white dress of appropriate length, with red and pink flowers and green leaves decorating her chest and the bottom hem. She wore a cardigan on top.
"Gorgeous as always," I said, and she blushed slightly at the compliment.
We spent the first ten minutes of the drive to Bellevue in comfortable silence, listening to music.
"Mom called me yesterday while I was out with Ray," volunteered Anastasia unexpectedly. "She asked me again whether I'd like to go to Savannah on Monday night, after my interviews. I haven't told her I'll go, but I think I will. I'll be back by Friday night, though."
We had spent the last week in the same city, and we had made the best of it, meeting almost daily. I had been stressing about not being able to see her from Monday till Friday, but relieved on the fact we'd be living in the same city—even the same district—from then on. Yet she wanted to spend the next week on the other side of the country!
"Are you trying to run away from me?" I asked, joking.
Oh, no. She hadn't changed her mind about being with me, had she?
She snorted. "Of course not!" Good. "I just thought I could use a break from the rain and clouds. Plus, I deserve a little time off in between finishing school and starting work, don't you think? Hopefully, I'll have a job lined up by the time I'm back."
"I'm sure you will... I may need to fly to New York next week." Well, technically Ros had begrudgingly agreed to go to New York to check on one of GEH's subsidiaries, but I was sure she'd appreciate me going instead of her. "I won't know for sure until tonight." I'd have to check with my second in command first. "Don't get a plane ticket yet. I have a private jet we can take Tuesday morning if I need to travel too."
"A private jet? Wow. It must be nicer than a commercial flight."
"It is." Plus, it had a bed I was yet to christen. "I got one as soon as I could afford it." I spent several hours a month in a plane; it had been a good investment. "I'd offer you to take it even if I didn't need to go to New York, but you and I know you won't take it."
"It'd be too much!"
"For the first time in a long while, I suddenly hope I do have to travel for business."
"I hope you have to travel sometime during a weekend so I can tag along to New York."
I hadn't expected that travelling to the Big Apple was on her bucket list, but I'd happily make it happen.
"You don't cut me as the type of girl that wants to go shopping in New York."
"Of course I'm not! You know me better than that. But I haven't been to New York in years and I'd love to visit Central Park, the Liberty Statue and the Empire State. Maybe go to a Broadway musical! I'd love to see Beauty and the Beast!" And I'd love to take her. She looked so excited solely from talking about it, with her eyes sparkling. Her hands had been all over the place as she spoke, as if the excitement was so great she couldn't stay still.
"Maybe I'll take you someday. But not on a business trip... We should pick a long weekend."
"Oh, no!" she answered, distressed. "I didn't mean it like that. You don't have to—"
"I want to. You should look at yourself as you talk about New York. I'd like nothing more than to be there as you rediscover everything the city has to offer. Besides, I have an apartment there and no bedroom has been christened yet."
She giggled. "We should find a bathroom at the Empire State to... you know..."
"Public sex, Miss Steele? I didn't know you have it in you." She blushed.
"Me neither. Although to be fair, I did let you take me in some interesting positions."
"Good point well made, Kitty."
Soon afterwards, we arrived at my childhood home. Anastasia looked at the large house in silent awe as I parked next to Elliot's truck.
"Ready for another first, baby?"
"Not really," She winced. In all honesty, I wasn't ready either. "It's not too late to go back and watch a movie or two. I've been meaning to watch Robin Hood," she rambled. "Have you seen Grown Ups with Adam Sandler? It's great. You'll pee your pants." I turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, waiting for her to finish. "Fine. Let's do it."
We both climbed out of the car. A few seconds after we'd slammed the doors shut, my mother opened the front door. She was acting more impatient than Mia. Behind her, I noticed my father. He, too, seemed anxious to meet my girl.
"Anastasia, you've met my mother, Grace. This is my dad, Carrick," I introduced them.
"Mr Grey, what a pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile as she shook his outstretched hand.
"The pleasure is all mine, Anastasia."
"Please, call me Ana."
"Ana, how lovely to see you again." My mother took a step forward and hugged her. Was she actively trying to scare her off? "Come in, my dear."
"Is she here?" Mia screeched from within the house, like a lunatic. Anastasia looked up to glance nervously at me.
"That would be Mia, my little sister," I explained with an edge of annoyance in my voice. Should I have made it clear the night before that they shouldn't throw themselves at her like… well, like excited puppies? Although a part of me could appreciate how happy they were for me.
Anastasia and I turned in the direction of the high heels clattering through the hall, and then suddenly there was Mia. "Anastasia! I've heard so much about you." My sister hugged Anastasia, practically towering over her.
"Call me Ana, please," she muttered as Mia guided her down my parents' vestibule.
Mia whispered something in Anastasia's ear as she dragged her along.
"Mia, calm down," Mum admonished her softly. Then, she turned to look at me. "Hello, darling," she said as she kissed me on both cheeks.
I shook hands with my father warmly.
Mia took Anastasia to the living room and I followed behind as closely as possible, ready to save the brunette from my exuberant sister. Mia was in her element, making a new friend and welcoming her home, while Anastasia—shy and introverted—seemed uncomfortable.
Anastasia looked around the living room. I wondered what she thought of the large and tastefully furnished room. It was decorated in creams, browns and pale blue, looking much homelier than my own penthouse. I knew I was diametrically opposite to my family, and I wondered what Anastasia's thoughts were on the subject.
From the corner of my eye, I found my brother and his blonde girlfriend on the couch. They were cuddling, nearing indecency, as they held champagne flutes. Katherine jumped out of Elliot's arms to hug her friend as if they hadn't seen each other in weeks instead of a day.
"Hi, Ana!" The blonde beamed at her friend before turning to look at me. "Christian," she greeted me then with a nod.
"Kate," I answered back just as formally but remembering to call her by her preferred nickname.
Then, Elliot got up to hug Anastasia too. What was it with everyone hugging her? Why was my family so touchy-feely all of a sudden?
I glared at Elliot and the asshole grinned at me before letting her go.
Anastasia looked warry and I instinctually pulled her to my side, wrapping an arm behind her lower back. She relaxed as my hand settled her hip, fingers spread possessively as I held her close to me.
Everyone stared at us, unused to seeing me with a girl. Jeez. We weren't a freak show.
"Drinks?" my father offered then, taking some of the attention away from us. "Prosecco?"
"Please," Anastasia and I replied in unison.
Mia clapped and bounced on the spot excitedly. "You're even saying the same things. I'll get them," she said before hurrying to the kitchen to fetch the drinks. My mother followed her, informing us that dinner was almost ready.
"Let's sit," I suggested and guided Anastasia to a couch.
We sat close together, not touching yet close enough I could feel the warmth radiating from her.
"We were just talking about vacations, Ana," Carrick said. What a coincidence. Or maybe not, as summer holydays were starting not only for Anastasia, but also her roommate. "Elliot has decided to follow Kate and her family to Barbados for a week or two."
Dude! I turned to stare at Elliot. What the hell happened to Mr Love 'Em and Leave 'Em? Katherine had to be damn good in the sack. She certainly looked smug enough.
The pair of blondes looked at each other, basking in their honeymoon phase.
"Are you taking a break now that you've finished your degree?" My father asked, still talking to Anastasia.
"I'm thinking about going to Georgia for a few days. My mother lives there and I haven't seen her in a while."
"I expect all of you back for Saturday 11th. We are having a masked charity ball for Coping Together and you must come!" exclaimed Mia as she walked back into the room with two glasses. Bossy much?
"Ball?" Anastasia asked worried as she took her glass.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Mia before she started talking about the event: the menu, the music, the dresses... How come she had all that energy? Shouldn't she be suffering from jet lag?
Anastasia glared at me from the corner of her eyes and I tried not to squirm. She hadn't even agreed to dinner with my family, having only come after losing a bet, and now she was being dragged into a fucking party. I was screwed.
"You'll owe me," she whispered. "Big time. I'll come up with something. Maybe we can switch roles for a weekend."
What the fuck? I hadn't been expecting that. This was several steps up from being a bossy little thing.
While the most rational part of me was convinced she was joking, the rest of me was worried she'd grow tired of me sooner rather than later. What if she decided she wanted to be the Mistress? Honestly, I couldn't picture her dominating anyone in bed.
Anastasia laughed out loud, and I was fairly sure it was at me and my face. I hoped that meant she had been joking.
I could feel everyone's eyes on us, but luckily my mother chose that instant to return to the room and inform us dinner was ready.
We followed her to the dining room, which was just as elegant and homey as the living room, and took our places.
My father sat at the head of the table and I guided Anastasia to his left. I sat next to her, with Mia at my other side.
My sister lent over the table so she could look at Anastasia and asked her: "Where did you meet, Ana?" as if I weren't sitting right between them.
Anastasia shot me a worried look; I knew she wasn't a good liar, so I took over the answer. I gave Mia the same story I had told Grace: that we'd met when Anastasia came to interview me for the school paper.
The conversation flowed to Kate's editorial work, college, job interviews, and the girl's new apartment. Then, Mia took over as she spoke about studying cuisine in France.
"Have you been to Paris, Ana?" Mia asked curiously.
"No, but I'd love to go."
"We honeymooned in Paris." My parents looked at each other, not only with love but also passion. How I wished I hadn't caught that look. One is never old enough to think that parents having sex isn't disgusting.
"It's a beautiful city," Mia agreed. "In spite of the Parisians," she added. "Christian, you should take Ana to Paris," she stated firmly then.
"I think Anastasia would prefer London," I answered softly—automatically—realising a few seconds too late that my sister was moving at light speed. Slow down, Mia. As far as you know we've been together for a couple of weeks.
Anastasia smiled shyly at me, and I suddenly didn't mind how uncomfortable Mia was making me feel.
"So what was wrong with the Parisians?" Elliot asked Mia. Friday night she had focused mostly on her life as a tourist and had refused to talk about her experience in the kitchen, begging for a respite from thinking about school and the Parisians. "Didn't they take to your winsome ways?"
"Ugh, no they didn't," she answered with a frown. "And Monsieur Floubert, the ogre I was working for, was such a domineering tyrant."
I managed not to snort but Anastasia wasn't so lucky. She choked on her wine as laughter tried to escape her lips.
"Anastasia, are you okay?" I asked solicitously. I could hear the humour in my own voice. She nodded and I patted her back gently, assuming some of the wine had tried to escape to her lungs. I didn't remove my hand until she'd stopped coughing.
The conversation returned to its old rhythm as we devoured the food. I was famished after that day's wearying activities, and clearly so was Anastasia. While the brunette and Kate spoke with my parents about their move to Seattle, Mia said to Elliot: "I can't believe you're going to the beach. Remember your incident with the jellyfish?" She looked at me with mirth from the corner of her eye. We chuckled as our brother glared at us.
"That time he was screaming like a girl?" I added.
"Hey, that could have been a Portuguese man-of-war! I hate jellyfish. They ruin everything," Elliot defended himself empathically.
Over desert—Opera cake, baked by my sister—Mia regaled us with more of her exploits in Paris.
"Oh, Mom, les pâtisseries sont tout simplement fabuleuses. La tarte aux pommes de M. Floubert est incroyable," she said, suddenly speaking in French.
"Mia, chérie, tu parles français," I interrupted her. "Nous parlons anglais ici. Eh bien, à l'exception bien sûr d'Elliot. Il parle idiote, couramment."
Upon reminding her everyone else in the room spoke English, except for Elliot, who was fluid in stupidity, she burst into a fit of giggles. She had a very infectious laugh and soon we were all in stitches.
Then Elliot took the floor, telling us about his latest building project, a new eco-friendly community to the north of Seattle. I noticed how Katherine hung onto every word he said, and I wondered if this was more than a fling. Was Elliot maturing? He was about to enter his thirties.
Upon noticing Kate's staring, Elliot grinned down at her lustfully. Maybe she was just that great in the sack.
I looked at Anastasia with humour just as she sneaked a glance at me. Her eyes shone with hilarity, trying to convey a message I wasn't catching. I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what she was thinking, and she mouthed exaggeratedly, 'Honeymoon phase,' as she subtly gestured towards Elliot and Kate with her head.
I couldn't agree more.
The looks those two kept shooting each other were giving me ideas. I had never christened my childhood's bedroom, and I was already a man in his late twenties…
"Shall I give you a tour of the house?" I asked Anastasia as Mia began to clear the table. My tone made it evident that answering in the negative wasn't an option.
I hurriedly showed her all the rooms on the ground floor before taking her directly to the last floor, skipping the middle one. She seemed started by this choice, innocently expecting an actual tour of the house, but followed me nonetheless.
"This was my bedroom," I told her once we had reached our destination. I opened the door for her, and once we were both inside, I closed it and locked it.
I was ready to have her naked and in my bed, but she looked around my bedroom as if she were honestly interested in it. Not many things were in it, as I hadn't lived there in years. There was still my old bed—a double one, smaller than the king-sized I had at home—as well as my desk, chair and bookcase. The latter had some old school books, as well as novels I had enjoyed as a teenager, plus all of my kickboxing trophies. She looked at the latter in fascination, and I realised I'd never told her that was my sport of choice—my mother had insisted we all engaged in a sport, learnt a foreign language, and played an instrument. She then skimmed over my books, caressing the spine of some of them; I wonder if those were the ones she recognised, or maybe the ones she'd read as a teenager.
Finally, she looked at the posters on my walls, and then the pinboard above my desk. She stayed for a while there, examining pictures of me all over the world. My parents had always enjoyed foreign vacations.
Having grown restless, I said, "I've never brought a girl in here."
"Never?" she whispered.
I shook my head.
"And this bed," I continued, walking towards the place where I wanted her, "has never been christened."
"What a travesty!" she exclaimed mockingly. With a small smirk, she sauntered towards me. "Something must be done to remedy it. Let me see what I can do."
She took matters into her own hands then, reaching out for the top button of my shirt. She moved slowly, giving me time to step away, but I didn't. She had undressed me once before, and I knew I could trust her to do so again without touching me. I stood tense as she worked on my shirt, and once she had undone the buttons of my cuff, I took off the garment.
Meanwhile, Anastasia removed her cardigan. I helped her out of her dress, revealing yet another piece of alluring lingerie. It was white and lacy, and she looked as amazing in it as always.
I may have moaned.
"You are so sexy. Are you trying to kill me, Kitty?"
"No, Master. I just want to please you."
"And you do. Whenever you try, that is," I added as an afterthought. She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
I finished undressing quickly under Anastasia's watchful eyes. Then, she stepped out of her shoes and took off her panties, but when she tried to unfasten her bra, I stopped her.
"Turn around." She didn't hesitate, doing as told, and allowed me to remove her white lingerie.
"Get on all fours in the bed. This needs to be fast, Anastasia. Can you come really quickly for me?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered before climbing into bed.
I followed her, kneeling behind her. With my right index and middle fingers, I caressed her between her lower lips, feeling the wetness that had accumulated there just for me. Without more preamble, I slid my dick into her warm, tight pussy. I fucked her quickly and hard, the noise of sex filling the room as we rushed to the climax. We panted loudly and my bed cracked time and time again as I dove into her, the wet sound erotically accompanying our soft moans.
"I'm close. Are you close, Kitty?" I asked her as I grew closer to my orgasm.
"Almost, Master. More, please."
Needing to make her come fast, I wrapped my right arm around her and my index finger found her engorged clit. I drew small circles into it and her pussy started fluttering around me.
"Come with me, Anastasia," I ordered, and we orgasmed together.
I pulled out of her and she collapsed on the bed. I lay down next to her, mindful not to crush her, and tried to catch my breath. After a minute, I said, "We should go downstairs. Everyone must be wondering where we are."
Anastasia blushed furiously.
"I can't believe we just had sex at your parent's house," she screeched silently. She was such a goody-who-shoes for a revel Sub! "I hope they don't know! I hope your siblings and Kate don't know! This is so embarrassing! What the hell came over us?"
"We are smoking hot and incredibly good in bed. It's a miracle I don't fuck you twice as much as I do."
She ran towards the bedroom's en-suite bathroom without answering. I got dressed while she cleaned up, and once we were both presentable, we returned downstairs. She seemed unable to walk straight after our quicky, which did wonders for my ego.
Back in the dining room, my siblings and Katherine were playing poker and drinking red wine. My parents were nowhere in sight.
"Where are Mum and Dad?" I asked.
"There was an emergency at the hospital," answered Elliot. "Mum was called over and Dad offered to drive her. They will be back in an hour and a half at the most." He glanced at his watch. "Make it an hour with how long you two spent upstairs. What were you up to? Why are you walking funny, Ana?" he snickered and the girls joined him.
My face reminded as impassive as usual, but Anastasia blushed and averted her eyes, uncomfortable.
"If you need to ask, then you've been doing something wrong," I said, teasing my brother and hoping to draw some of the attention away from my brunette.
"I'll let you know, I'm very talented. Am I not, Kate?"
"Don't answer that!" screeched our sister, covering her ears.
"He does know how to use that member of his," giggled Kate. I quite agreed with Mia. I didn't need to know that.
"I always deserve a sandwich!" claimed Elliot.
"I wouldn't be so sure," suddenly spoke up Anastasia, and that instant I knew the Tiger had taken over the Kitty and my brother was about to regret his last words. God knew it had happened to me plenty of times. "I personally believe that if she can walk to the kitchen after doing it, your ass doesn't deserve a sandwich... Or that if she's not walking funny the next day, you're doing it wrong. And, buddy, Kate looks just fine to me."
He sputtered and the rest of us laughed at his sorry as.
Anastasia was brilliant. "That's my girl!" I cheered, kissing her still red cheek.
I loved her and her ready wit.
I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the dining table. We only got to play two rounds of poker—Anastasia lost terribly, much as I had expected—before the sore losers that were my siblings decided they didn't want to play poker with me anymore. Instead, we taught Anastasia and Katherine to play chin-chón, a card game Elliot had learnt years ago in Spain.
Once Mia had won, she offered to make some coffee. Anastasia accompanied her while I returned the cards to their rightful place. My sister and… friend returned with coffee and cookies, and we had already settled in the living room by the time my parents returned.
While the girls talked about some Netflix show Elliot and I knew nothing about, my brother started prattling about some football game he had seen a couple of weeks ago, and some other game he wanted to go to the following week, and how he was hoping I could lend him and Ros my 'chopper' to go watch it.
"Helicopter, Lelliot. I don't own a fucking 'chopper.' It's a helicopter."
"Actually," intercepted Anastasia, "it is a chopper."
I couldn't believe she was stabbing me in the back like that! What the fuck? Charlie Tango was not a simple chopper.
"Helicopters are motorcrafts, used for wars and long-distance trips," recited Anastasia, as if it was a fucking exam. "Choppers are aircrafts used for short distances, and usually owned by the police, firefighters, the media and businessman," she added as she gestured at me a had the gall to smirk. I gave her my best scowl and she didn't cower. "You, Mister, have a chopper," she finalised as if it were some laughing matter.
"Woohoo!" celebrated Elliot. "That's what you get for dating an English Mayor."
"Who's Dad was in the Army," added Kate.
"My palm is twitching," I whispered in her ear. I was equal parts pissed and with a bruised ego. Although, to be frank, a small part of me could see the humour in the situation. "You've just earned yourself an extra five."
Nonplused by my irritation, she faked a yawn and looked at me with bedroom eyes, silently asking me to take her home and redden her ass. Any of my former Subs would have shrunk onto herself by then, and the insecure little boy in me was glad Anastaisa wasn't like them: that she was a Goddess with a strong spirit which couldn't be broken with my moods and frowns, and who wouldn't be leaving me because of my bursts of anger. She was my perfect counterpart.
"We should get going," I spoke as I stood up. Anastasia followed my example right away. "We had an early morning."
As we stepped out of my parents' house, I was surprised to see how late it was. I rarely spent such a long time with my family anymore, and it was clear the reason behind the change was Anastasia. I was more comfortable in my own skin when I was around her. She bought out the best in me, and that night I had enjoyed myself with my family like I rarely did. A part of me was even looking forwards to the Copping Together ball: Anastasia in a lovely dress—I needed to get in contact with my personal shopper—me showing her off to my parents' guests, and us dancing the night away.
At that moment, though, I was anxious to make it back to Escala, spank Anastasia's ass until it was pink, and then fuck her until I deserved a sandwich—meaning, of course, until her legs couldn't hold her up.
The interior of my car felt too dark and private. The distance between us was negligible. My pants got tighter as the seconds ticked by. I couldn't wait to have her naked and in bed. Anastasia kept squirming in her seat, as turned on as me and probably soaking wet.
Once we'd arrived at the building, we hurried out of the car and into the elevator. As soon as its doors had closed behind us, I pushed Anastasia against a wall and devoured her mouth with mine. She let me dominate the kiss as I held her head in my hands, desperate to have her.
The instant we arrived at my penthouse, I pulled away from my nymph and guided her towards my bedroom. The playroom was too far away, and I had no patience to climb up the stairs. I hurriedly took off Anastasia's cardigan as she kicked off her shoes. She lifted her arms as I took off her dress, and she removed her bra as I lowered her panties.
Once she was naked, I sat on my bed and ordered her to lie across my knees.
"I'll spank you fifteen times, Kitty," I spoke, trying to cool down, "and then I'll fuck you so hard you'll still feel me inside you when you're all the way to Georgia. Now, tell me, why am I punishing you?"
"Because I was a naughty girl earlier today, not wearing clothes over my underwear." Naughty, indeed. Just my kind of girl.
"And later?"
"I was a bad girl, correcting you in front of your family."
"Are you sorry?"
"Yes," she answered, trying to sound honest and failing as horribly as usual.
"Oh, you are a terrible liar, Kitty. I do appreciate the intention, though. Now, count."
"One," she meowed as I delivered the first spank on her right cheek, and she kept moaning and whimpering in pleasure as she counted. My dick felt imprisoned in my jeans, but I kept the punishment steady as I teased us both. As soon as she had shouted, "Fifteen," I pushed her roughly to my bed and lowered my pants as much as necessary before diving into her. In a matter of minutes, she was coming, calling my name. I kept fucking her, chasing my own orgasm, and soon enough we reached the peak together. Anastasia was asleep before I had even pulled out of her.