Chapter 14: The first dance
AKA: The Copping Together Ball
I choose you.
And I'll choose you, over and over and over.
Without pause,
without a doubt,
in a heartbeat.
I'll keep choosing you.
Our weekend didn't have the best beginning, but it took an upturn as soon as we'd arrived at Escala. I had to stick to my promise and watch Pride and Prejudice without complaining. Afterwards, Anastasia insisted we watch Iron Man to 'celebrate my success in feeding the world.'
I tried to raise the subject of Anastasia's gloominess during the second movie—apparently when watching Pride and Prejudice, one can only talk about Pride and Prejudice—and while I managed to learn that nothing at work was amiss—she seemed to be loving it, actually—and that her family and friends weren't sick or injured, I couldn't find out what the problem was.
She did up as the hours went by though, so at least it seemed my presence was helping. I held her in my arms that night as we slept, having concluded sex wasn't a smart choice with Anastasia's sombre mood. My patience was rewarded the next morning when I was awakened by a horny and enthusiastic Kitty.
She was in a good mood during breakfast, but as she was yet to talk about her problem, I decided to play it safe and assume it hadn't been solved. It seemed Anastasia wanted to forget about her issues for the day, and that was a feeling I could more than understand, so I was happy to help her out. I still decided to keep it light, though, worried she wasn't up to the intensity of the playroom—I didn't feel comfortable taking her there when there was a considerable risk that her head would be all over the place—so instead we fucked in my office and the library, in between me trying to teach her to become a better poker player by her insistence. I believed she hated and envied my impressive poker face in equal measures.
On the evening, after I'd made her come with my tongue and fingers while she lay in my studio's couch, she suddenly pushed my face away, exclaimed she had to get ready for the ball, and ran upstairs. Thirty minutes before we had to leave, I got dressed, putting on my black tux and white shirt, not bothering with the buttons or the tie yet. I still had plans for Anastasia.
I walked up the stairs and made a pit stop in the playroom before knocking on Anastasia's door and calling her name.
"I'm not ready, yet!" she shouted from inside. I could hear her feet as she ran inside the bedroom.
"I didn't expect you to be," I assured her. "I have some things for you. Can I come in?"
"Only if you want to ruin your own surprise."
Surprise? Well, that was just too tempting.
I opened the door and stepped into the room to find Anastasia wearing the white panties, garter belt, stocking and corset. My sexy angel. Her hair looked glossier and straighter than usual, and her make-up made her Adriatic Sea blue eyes impossible to ignore.
She was a vision.
She stared at my naked chest with a small pout on her lips, and I remembered she had said something about me ruining her surprise. As if seeing her like this could spoil anything!
I smiled at her, both endeared and turned on. I approached her and placed my hands on her cloth-clad hips before pecking her lips, mindful of her make-up.
"You look amazing. Like a piece of art. I wish I had time to show you."
"I expect you to, once we get back. Sir."
Minx.
I chuckled. "Maybe even before, if you're up to it." We'd already had sex in my childhood bedroom before. What was one more time? "I have something for you," I added as I removed from my pocket the Ben Wa balls I'd just secured from the playroom. "I was hoping you'd wear this for me." She nodded silently, her hooded eyes indicating she was up for it. "Good. Lay down on your bed, chest against the cover and ass in the air."
She did as told without hesitation. I allowed myself to admire her shape for a few seconds, her ass inviting as it rose in the air. Then, I parted her legs so I could kneel between them, being mindful of my slacks. I placed the cold silver balls in my mouth and then caressed her soft ass cheeks reverently before moving her white panties to one side. My right hand sneaked in between her legs and I teased her clit, aiming to make her wet. After a couple of minutes, I slid my index finger inside her entrance and found her ready for the toy.
I took the now warm balls out of my mouth and slid them inside her.
Fuck. I was unbearably hard.
"There we go," I whispered as I rearranged her panties, hiding the temptation from my eyes. I wanted to spank her, take off those silver balls and fuck her all night long, but Mia and Grace would never forgive me if I didn't turn up. Instead, I compromised with myself and smacked her ass only once, playfully, before climbing out of bed and telling her to finish dressing up. I needed to get away from my Goddess and cool down.
As I walked down the stairs, I closed the buttons of my shirt. Then, I put on my new champagne tie and grabbed our matching eye masks before returning to the living room to wait for Anastasia. After what felt like an eternity, she finally showed up at the top of the stairs.
I got to bask in her beauty and otherworldliness as she walked down the steps. She looked gorgeous in her champagne dress. The neckline was high, covering her to the top of her clavicles. At first glance, the dress seemed to have a bodice covered in champagne lace and a lighter coloured long skirt, but as she walked down the stairs I could see the skirt had two slits in front of each of her legs. Underneath, the dress had a miniskirt that seemed to be the continuation of the lacy top.
Her skin, still tan from her trip to Savanah, looked fantastic against the colour of the dress.
"You look beautiful, Anastasia," I said as I grabbed her hand at the bottom of the stairs. "Gorgeous." She blushed. "I can't let you out of my sight tonight!"
She smiled shyly at me.
The trip to my parents' house was uneventful, especially if one considered I managed to keep my hands to myself. I didn't want to arrive at Bellevue with a tent in my pants, like some needy teenager.
Once we were in line behind the queue of cars that were headed to my parents' home, I handed Anastasia her eye mask and put on my matching one. It was black, with a golden pattern on the edges, while Anastasia's was more delicate and intricate, golden to match her champagne dress.
"So what can we expect at this event?" she asked me as the line of vehicles advanced slowly between pale pink hanging paper lanterns—probably Mia's idea.
"Oh, the usual stuff."
"Not usual for me."
Of course. When would she have been to an event like this?
I smiled softly at her, trying to reassure her.
"Lots of people flashing their cash. Auction, raffle, dinner, dancing—my mother knows how to throw a party."
"I'll make sure to save you a dance, Mr Grey."
"More than one I hope," I quipped, leaning to peck her soft lips.
Taylor finally pulled into the driveway. A valet opened my door, while Sawyer, Anastasia's CPO for the night—and for longer if he proved to be as good at his job as Taylor promised—helped her out of the car.
I hurried to her side. She looked like a fish out of the water, and I placed my hand on her lower back, protectively. I guided her through the usual dark green carpet that ran along the side of the house and led her to the backyard. Taylor and Sawyer followed us. One of the valets should be taking care of the car.
There was a queue of people in front of us, and it moved slowly as the photographers took pictures of them.
"Two photographers?" asked Anastasia, whispering.
"One's from Seattle Times, and the other is for souvenirs."
This was the first time I brought a girl to this event—unless one counted Ros, and my mother did not, as she wasn't an actual date—so Grace would be cherishing this picture for a long time.
"Mr Grey!" one of the photographers called once it was our turn. My mask did nothing to hide my iconic copper hair; there was no mistaking me. I nodded towards the man and pulled Anastasia closer with a smile. The photographer took the picture and then glanced down at the camera. Satisfied with how we looked in the photo, he nodded and thanked us. I knew in a regular event we would have looked cliché, with my tie matching Anastasia's dress, but the eye masks added a playfulness to the event that surpassed any other silliness.
Once we reached the end of the line, I fetched us two glasses of champagne from a server holding a tray brimming with alcohol. I wondered if I'd need to keep an eye on Anastasia's drinking. I trusted she wasn't one to overindulge herself, but this was her first ball and she was probably nervous.
I watched Anastasia as she took in the surroundings with awe: pavilion, pergolas, lanterns, checkered dance floor, ice swans, and a string quartet. It was gratifying to see my parents' generosity through her eyes. It wasn't often that I got the opportunity to stand back and appreciate how lucky I was to be part of their world.
"How many people are coming tonight?" Anastasia asked, sounding disconcerted as she glanced at the marquee by the shoreline.
"About three hundred, I think. You'll have to ask my mother or sister."
Speaking of the devil, Mia showed up out of thin air screeching my name. She was wearing a pink long dress and a silver mask with a bunch of heterogeneous pink feathers protruding from the top. It was very Mia.
She gave me a brief but warm hug before turning to look at my date.
"Ana! You look gorgeous!" she exclaimed before hugging her too. "You must come and meet my friends. None of them can believe that Christian finally has a girlfriend."
Anastasia shot me a panicked look, and I hoped it had less to do with the wold 'girlfriend' and more with Mia's annoying friends.
I looked back and forth between Mia's pleading excited face and Anastasia's warry yet stubborn one. Suddenly, my girl raised her eyebrows and mouthed. 'Are you willing to pay the price?'
Probably not.
I took a step forwards and rescued Anastasia from my sister's hands.
"Mia, I don't think that's a good idea," I said, hoping she'd listen to me.
It was usually hard to say no to Mia, but in this kind of events she was in her zone—a true tornado—and it was nigh impossible to steer her from her path.
"Nonsense," she answered and pulled Anastasia's arm. "They have to meet her."
"They're a bunch of spoiled envious princesses, Mia. They'll drive Ana up the wall."
"Don't badmouth my friends!" She frowned. "They're not that bad."
Tell that to someone who hasn't suffered from their constant flirting for years!
With this last claim, Mia pulled Anastasia away from my hands and led her towards her group of spoiled friends.
Alright, to be fair, not all of them were spoiled rotten. While half of them relied on their parents' money, the rest were rather smart and talented in their own right. Still, they were annoyingly infuriated with me.
Before I could try to rescue Anastasia, I was approached by an old business partner. We chatted for a few minutes before he returned to making his rounds. As he stepped away from me, I spotted Elliot and Katherine coming in my direction.
Elliot looked ridiculous with a spider-man mask that covered half his face, proving me wrong when I'd thought nothing could be sillier than plain eye masks. My brother had surpassed my expectations.
Next to him, his Miss Kavanagh looked radiant in a shiny golden dress with a matching mask.
"Hey, bro!"
"Elliot, Kate. How was Barbados?"
"Spectacular," answered my brother.
"It was great," agreed Katherine. "Where's Ana?"
"With Mia and her friends," I answered with a slight grimace while gesturing towards the group of women.
The blonde's perceptive eyes scanned the circle that had surrounded her friend for a few seconds before giving them a slightly predatory smile.
"I'll go say hello," she said without looking at us and marched towards the group.
Elliot and I followed her silently. Anastasia didn't look happy, surrounded by strangers—among whom was Lily, Mia's most annoying friend—and if I didn't act fast, I'd end up with a pissed-off tiger in my hands.
"Ana! Mia!" exclaimed Kate loudly once she was close enough. She hugged them before introducing herself to the rest of the women. She was in her zone, socialising with the daughters of Seattle's elite. After all, as Mr Kavanagh's daughter, she was one of them.
"Ladies, if we could claim our dates back, please?" I interrupted with my best panty-dropping smile before they could rekindle their conversation. I wrapped my arm around Anastasia, making it clear she was there with me, and I, with her.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Elliot mirroring my action with his girlfriend.
Mia's friends flushed, grinned and fidgeted at my smile. It was nice to see I still had that effect on women. Anastasia was becoming immune to it—sure, she still ogled me often, but she always got over my looks quickly enough and her smart mouth was never too far.
My sister rolled her eyes at her friends' reaction, making Anastasia and Kate laugh.
Not wanting to be entertained by the group, I led my girl away from them and Elliot followed my lead. We had only taken a few steps when I felt Anastasia abandon my arms and she exclaimed, "Ethan!" She threw herself into the arms of a blond guy, and I wanted to rip off his head. Who did he think he was, pawning my girl?
"I didn't know you'd be here!" she said.
"It was a bit of a sudden decision. I've been considering getting my Master in Psychology either in WSU or here in Seattle, and I've come to check out the campus and your old apartment. Mr and Mrs Grey were happy to extend an invitation to the ball."
I realised he looked slightly familiar, but it was hard to say with the purple and black Harlequin mask he was wearing.
"That's great. Oh, let me introduce you to Christian and Mia. Guys, this is Ethan, Kate's brother."
"Mr Kavanagh," I said as I shook his hand firmly.
He then turned to greet Mia, who was blushing. Who knew she could do that?
"Hi," she whispered in a breathy flirtatious tone.
I looked at Elliot with a raised eyebrow, and he returned the gesture.
"Hello," Ethan answered, his voice too husky for my liking. They shook hands longer than necessary.
"Come on," Katherine said as she dragged Elliot away from the scene. "Let's go mingle."
Anastasia tried to follow her lead, but I resisted. She glared at me pointedly, probably still upset about her forced meeting with Mia's friends—and maybe even from whatever had been bothering her since Wednesday—so I decided it'd be smarter to follow her. Elliot and I could always deal with Ethan later, when our girls weren't within hearing distance. Or maybe I would have to do it by myself… my brother didn't have much of a leg to stand on, as he was already fucking Ethan's younger sister.
During the next half hour, I led Anastasia towards some familiar faces—steering away from those who were giving her admiring glances—and introduced her to two Hollywood actors, two CEOs, and several eminent physicians. Anastasia was impressive—the perfect date. Gracious, elegant, and sweet, she listened attentively to anecdotes and asked intelligent questions. One would be hard-pressed to believe she had those Kegel balls inside her, although I gathered they were the reason behind her flushed cheeks.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" eventually called out the master of ceremonies, who was wearing an impressive black and white harlequin mask. "Please take your seats. Dinner is about to be served."
I took Anastasia's hands and led her to the larger marquee, following the crowd while making sure no one was close enough to touch me accidentally.
Anastasia gawked at our surroundings as we walked inside the marquee. As usual, my mother had gone out of her way, but I could tell Mia's help had been involved in innovating the customary classy look. Ivory silk lining decorated the walls and the ceiling, from which three enormous chandeliers hung. Over thirty tables were spread evenly on the floor, covered elegantly with white linen, crystal glasses, pink flowers and a silver candelabra on the dead centre.
My mother liked to change the placing of our family table every year, so I led Anastasia to the sitting plan to find out where we should sit. The area was still crowded, so I was glad when Mia and Ethan intercepted us and led us to our table. This year Grace had picked the best spot, both close to the stage and Washington Lake, as well as far from the main entrance. For now, the view of the lake was interrupted by the white fake wall of the marquee, but that would change soon enough.
My mother was already sitting at our table, but she stood up when she saw us. Grace looked lovely as usual in a red and black dress with a matching mask.
"Ana, how delightful to see you again! And looking so beautiful, too," she greeted my girl warmly, ignoring my presence. Not that I could blame her; Anastasia was special.
"Mother," I greeted her teasingly with a small smile and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Oh, Christian, so formal!" she scolded me playfully.
Mia then introduced her to Ethan dreamily, and my mother gave her one of her knowing smiles.
My maternal grandparents joined us then, and after the obligatory hugs, I introduced them both to Anastasia.
"Oh, he's finally found someone, how wonderful and so pretty!" exclaimed my grandmother enthusiastically. "Well, I do hope you make an honest man of him."
My family had gone insane. I knew it was rather novel for me to have a date, but there was no need to act in such a way.
Anastasia blushed furiously and her eyes widened in shock.
"Mother, don't embarrass Ana."
"Ignore the silly old coot, m'dear," my grandfather said as he shook Anastasia's hand. "She thinks because she's so old, she has a God-given right to say whatever nonsense pops into that woolly head of hers."
My grandfather was my hero. We had bonded immediately after my parents had adopted me. He had always been kind and patient with me.
Luckily, Eliot and Kate joined us then and my grandparents focused on the blonde. Katherine seemed impervious to the embarrassment, although, because she was far from being Elliot's first date, my grandparents acted much more reasonably around her. She hit it off with grandmother, joking as if they were old pals.
Abruptly, there was the hiss of a microphone, and my father's voice boomed over the PA system, causing the babble of voices to die down. I looked up to see Carrick was standing on the small stage, wearing a gold Punchinello mask.
I pulled a chair for Anastasia, and Elliot did the same for Kate. The girls sat next to each other while my brother and I look our seats on either side of them.
"Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to our annual charity ball," enunciated my father. "I hope that you enjoy what we have laid out for you tonight and that you'll dig deep into your pockets to support the fantastic work that our team does with Coping Together. As you know, it's a cause that is very close to my wife's heart and mine."
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Anastasia was peeking at me. I turned to glance at her and smirked. The night before, as we'd been watching Iron Man, Anastasia had asked me about the aim of Coping Together. I explained to her briefly that it was a drug rehab program for parents with young kids. My parent had joined in because of me—wanting to help other children like me. I didn't like dwelling on it; I couldn't say I was over it, but I had healed, and I was in a better place thanks to my parents adopting me. There was no point in thinking about my biological mother and what-ifs.
"I'll hand you over now to our master of ceremonies. Please be seated, and enjoy," Carrick finished.
Polite applause followed before the babble in the tent started again.
As a waiter lighted the candelabra with a long taper, Carrick joined us. He removed his mask and stood between Anastasia and Kate. He kissed their cheeks, surprising them.
"Good to see you again, Ana, Kate," he greeted them before addressing Elliot, Ethan and me.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please nominate a table head," the MC called out.
"Ooo—me, me!" exclaimed Mia and Kate at the same time, trying to overpower each other's voices.
They glared playfully at each other from across the table, holding off the battle while the MC kept talking.
"In the centre of the table, you will find an envelope. Would everyone find, beg, borrow, or steal a bill of the highest denomination you can manage, write your name on it, and place it inside the envelope. Table heads, please guard these envelopes carefully. We will need them later."
We all reached for our wallets. I took out a hundred dollars' bill from mine, and I noticed Anastasia's discomfort at the large amount of money being shown around the table.
"Let me cover it," I whispered.
"No way, Christian."
"Don't be stubborn, Anastasia," I insisted, frowning. I knew this was a lot of money for her, and I had invited her here—this was my responsibility.
She glanced sideways at Kate—who was playing rock-paper-scissors with my sister to determine who'd be the table head—and then turned back to whisper against my ear, "If you let me pay, I'll let you spank me later. Deal?" She raised her eyebrows, trying so hard to raise only one that one of her eyes twitched hilariously behind her intricate mask. I snorted, both at her face and her proposal.
"I want to spank you as bad as you want me to spank you." Those silver balls must have been driving her insane by then. We had just spent a long time walking and standing. "No deal," I said, trying my hardest not to laugh at her despair.
"Alright, if you let me donate fifty bucks, I promise not to spend any more money tonight. I'll let you cover the rest."
I thought about it for a second. She was stubborn, and chances were that if I didn't agree she'd find a way to spend even more money later that night. I might as well compromise and agree.
"Deal," I said as I stared at her, making sure she wouldn't draw back.
"Should we seal the deal with a shake of hands?" she asked flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes playfully.
"What about with a kiss?" I proposed before kissing her.
I'd been aiming for a peck, but it had been too long ever since I'd kissed her, and that dress coupled with the Ben Wa balls that I knew to be inside her were driving me insane.
When we pulled away from each other, Anastasias was blushing self-consciously. I must admit I had forgotten our surroundings. Nonetheless, I was too happy to be embarrassed: I was with the girl I loved, she looked gorgeous, and she had charmed my family and my parent's guests. She was kind, strong and sexy. She had a good sense of humour, a dirty mind and a beautiful heart. She was a deadly combination. She was right at my side, where she belonged.
Anastasia had looked away from me out of embarrassment, but when she glanced up at me, I beamed at her.
Moreover, I was amused by my family's reaction. They were staring at us, astonished by my display of affection. For someone whom they'd suspected to be celibate—and probably gay—this was quite a change of scenery. I loved the irony; if only they knew just how un-repressed I was when it came to sex!
We signed and handled our money to Kate, who had beaten Mia. My sister pouted from the other side of the table.
Our waiter came back, offering wine and water. Meanwhile, at my mother's signal, the silk that'd been hiding the lake was pulled back, revealing the sunset over Seattle and Meydenbauer Bay. Anastasia stared at the view with wonder in her eyes. Seattle looked fantastic, with its twinkling lights and the dusky orange sky behind it, although I much preferred the view from inside Charlie Tango, with my sunshine by my side.
Ten servers, each holding a plate, came to stand between us. On a silent cue, they served us our starters in complete synchronization before vanishing again. Anastasia seemed ready to devour the food. We'd had quite an active day.
"Hungry, Kitty?" I murmured huskily, not referring to the food.
She looked at me from behind her mask, her eyes dark with desire and her cheeks flushed. I smirked at her reaction. I loved seeing how much she wanted and needed me.
"Very," she whispered hoarsely. Her eyes focused on mine before she bit her lip. It had to be deliberate. It seemed two could play this game, and I didn't think I was winning.
I turned to look at my grandparents as they began sharing stories of my childhood with my siblings. Elliot at I kept trying to divert the attention away from ourselves, but our grandparents had enough stories to spread between us. The table was highly amused, laughing in all the right places, and I was delighted to hear Anastasia's glee.
My father eventually took mercy on us by asking me about my wind-up mobile phone. It was a topic I felt passionate about and I was excited by the tremendous advances my team had achieved during the last few weeks. As I spoke about empowering impoverished communities all over the planet with devices that needed no electricity or batteries and minimal maintenance, I could feel Anastasia staring at me. I kept looking at her from the corner of my eye and noticed the love she felt for me transparent in her eyes. There was no doubt it was the same look my parents sometimes shared. My Anastasia loved me back, and I'd do everything in my power to make sure that never changed.
Every time my eyes met hers, I smiled at her shyly; even if I basked in her love for me, I was still getting used to it.
Throughout dinner, we got approached by several of mine or my parent's acquaintances or associates. Those who I liked, I introduced to Anastasia; those who ogled her or who'd proven to be assholes in the past were forced to leave the table still curious about the girl by my side.
Anastasia started fidgeting right before dessert was served. Her cheeks had been flushed for quite a while, her eyes were dark with desire, and she kept twitching her fingers or shaking her legs. Halfway through dessert, she began frowning, and I could tell her discomfort was beginning to surpass the excitement of the Kegel balls.
Just as I was about to suggest Anastasia a quick trip inside, the MC appeared at our table to request our envelope. With a practised and eloquent flourish, he asked Grace to pull out the winning bill. It had my grandmother's name on it, and so she was awarded a silk-wrapped basket. We applauded enthusiastically as she beamed.
"If you'll excuse me," Anastasia muttered as the clapping died down. She caressed my thigh under the table, making her intentions clear.
She flushed at looked at Katherine, who was smirking at us. It'd seemed the blonde had seen Anastasia's hand and had figured out what we were up to.
Ignoring her, I asked Anastasia, "Do you need the powder room?"
She nodded, happily accepting the excuse I'd given her.
She looked ravishing, eyes dark and cheeks flushed.
"I'll show you," I suggested huskily.
Anastasia and I stood, and the rest of the men around the table rose with us politely.
"No, Christian! You're not taking Ana. I will!" exclaimed Mia.
"Oh, no, Mia," interrupted Kate, thanks fuck. And to think I'd found her annoying. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. "I wanted to ask you about your dress. Where did you get it? The three of us need to go shopping sometime soon! The less involved Ana is on the planning, the better, though."
I snorted, all too aware of Anastasia's hatred for shopping. As far as I was concerned, though, it wasn't a bad thing; the less she liked to shop, the more I got to be the one to buy her clothes. She had graciously agreed to let me purchase her dress for the ball, finding it relieving that she wouldn't have to find one herself.
In reply to our amusement, Anastasia rolled her eyes deliberately. Not only was it rude; she'd done it on purpose so I'd take her inside and spank her already. She was topping from the bottom again. I glared at her and guided her towards the house. We hurried past the luxurious temporary restrooms, through the back room and up the stairs. I opened my childhood bedroom door, and as soon as we were inside, I slammed it closed and shoved Anastasia against it, lifting her. Buying her a dress with two slits had been a brilliant idea. She was able to wrap her legs around my hips freely as my mouth devoured hers.
When she tried to rub herself against me, I picked her by her ass and carried her to my bed. She couldn't stay still and wasn't making carrying her easy, so I was forced to drop her rather unceremoniously.
As I began to climb on top of her, she gasped, "The dress. Our clothes can't get rumpled, Christian."
Damn it.
I undressed us quickly and methodically, making sure to hang our clothes neatly on the back of a small couch and the desk's chair. To be honest, I couldn't care less if everyone at the party knew what we'd been up to, but I knew Anastasia would be beyond furious if I embarrassed her, and so would be my mother.
Once we were in our underwear, I sat at the edge of the bed and gestured for Anastasia to lie down on my lap. She complied immediately and eagerly, hornier than ever. I did love those Ben Wa balls.
"I will spank you ten times, Anastasia," I informed her as I caressed her panty-clad cheeks. "The first five will be for rolling your eyes, and the other five for topping from the bottom. You shall count them. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, Master."
I hummed. "Do you promise not to do it again?"
"I don't like breaking promises, Master," she replied with that smart mouth of hers.
I smacked her ass in retaliation.
She hadn't been expecting it, so it took her a few seconds to exclaim, "One!"
I wanted to see her skin go pink as I punished her, so I removed her panties before continuing.
I was mindful to alternate the placing of my spanks between both of her ass cheeks and the lower part of her pussy lips. I kept the first five spanks light. For the last five, though, I was firmer, punishing her for topping from the bottom once again. That attitude pissed me off and thrilled me in equal measures: the dominant in me wanted to remind her who was the boss in the kinky aspects of our relationship, while the man in me delighted in her strength and courage.
By the time I was done, my hand was wet and stingy. As soon as Anastasia had whimpered "ten," I guided her back to her feet and ordered her to get in all fours on my old bed. She complied immediately.
I reached for the Ben Wa balls, feeling how drenched her pussy was.
"You're so wet," I said huskily.
I removed the balls slowly and Anastasia whimpered in need. She looked so good like this, in all fours for me with her ass up in the air and her lips engorged and glistening. I slid my finger inside her, basking in her warmth and wetness. I caressed her G-spot twice before my dick couldn't take it anymore. I slid it inside her, her walls wet and accepting. I fucked her hard and fast, too turned on for much finesse. Also, I didn't want my family to start wondering where we were, and we'd already been upstairs long enough.
Soon, Anastasia was coming. As she contracted around me, she triggered my own orgasm. We collapsed on my old bed, out of breath
Thankfully, I had plenty of stamina and was able to get back on my feet in under a minute. I went to the bathroom and found a small old towel no one would miss. I got it wet with warm water and returned to my bedroom. Anastasia hadn't moved. I knelt on the bed and cleaned up the mess we'd made between her thighs. She tensed the second I touched her, but then relaxed as I took care of her. Once I was done, she gifted me with a relaxed and thankful smile.
We redressed quickly, helping each other look as presentable as we had twenty minutes earlier.
We hurried down the stairs hand in hand, trying to act natural. Anastasia bit her lip in amusement, trying not to laugh. Hopefully, no one would realise what we'd been up to—barring Elliot and Kate; there was no way they wouldn't know.