Christian

Why do I always feel like a child on Christmas when I'm expecting Anastasia? I've always been in control of my emotions when it comes to women, but one kiss from her throws my control out the window. I would have never expected that the young girl I met all those years ago would turn into a woman that I can't keep out of my thoughts.

It's 6:02 and the impatient bastard I am is pacing the foyer waiting for the alert from my garage. I hold my phone in my hand, waiting for the alert, but it doesn't come. When the elevator dings, I about jump out of my skin. When it opens, Anastasia steps out looking as beautiful as always in some jean shorts and navy blouse with her hair down in waves.

"Hey, baby." I move to her to hug and kiss her. "I didn't get an alert from the garage."

She chews her lip. "Yea... about that. My father decided he would treat me like a child and take my keys. He said I've been gone too much and tried to ground me like I was in high school again. I took an Uber."

Sickness twists in my gut. "You took an Uber? Why didn't you tell me? I would have come to get you."

"Then he'd know who's at fault for why I'm never home. I want to be in my own place before I tell him."

I frown. "You aren't taking another Uber. I'll drop you off when he's at work tomorrow." I'm pissed that her father would take her form of transportation like that. She's a fucking adult and he's just setting her up to be put in danger because he can't stand that he can't control her anymore.

She grins up at me. "Growly." She squeezes me around my waist. "I love it."

I never noticed I growl out words until she told me. She seems to like it so I'm not going to bother to change it. My hands run up and down her back while I look her over. She's so damn beautiful. She always looks so bright and cheerful when we're together and it makes my chest ache. I've never noticed her face bright like this before we were together.

"I know we've got all night, but last night didn't hold me over much. Let me make love to you and then we'll come out and have dinner and watch some television."

She bites that pretty lip and gives me a grin. "I like that idea."

I scoop her up quickly and hurry us into the bedroom so I can have my wicked way with her.

When I put her on her feet in front of the bed, she immediately drops to her knees and works to unbuckle my pants.

"Little minx." I brush her hair back so I can see her face.

She smiles up at me. "I want to make you feel good." I let her pull my bottoms and boxerbriefs down. I'm so fucking hard it hurts. My desire is leaking from my tip and she licks it off, humming. "You taste so good. God, I love your cock."

"Show me. Put me in that pretty little mouth." I hold my dick and run it over those perfect lips of hers until she opens wide and takes me. I groan as her lips wrap around my thick length while her tongue dances around my head. Slowly she takes more of me but can only fit a few inches of me in her mouth. She uses her hand to work the rest of me and it feels incredible. She works her mouth over me, twisting and sucking and fluttering her tongue over my tip.

"Fuck, Sugar. So good." She slips me out of her mouth so she can lick the bottom length of my dick. Starting at the base, she slowly licks up, putting pressure on the spongy part underneath until she reaches my frenulum, causing my penis to bobb and hit my abdomen.

"It ran away." She grabs it and brings the head back to her mouth.

"Too excited. Feels too good." Her eyes smile up at me while she works my length with her mouth and hand. "Fuck. Where did you get so fucking good at this?" My head falls back, but snaps forward again. "Don't answer that. I don't want to know. Just keep fucking me with your mouth. Do you swallow or-" Her humming makes my cock twitch. "Hum again and I'll come down your throat."

Little minx does just that while I have a tight grip on her hair at the back of her head and I shoot down her throat. I growl out something that I'm not sure is even fucking words at this point. When I finally stop spurting, I relax my hold on her hair and she slips me out, giving my head one last lick before giving it a kiss. It makes me smile. I've never seen a woman adore my dick before, but that's exactly what she is doing.

"Your turn." I yank her to her feet so I can undress her quickly.

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"Another?" I've given her one orgasm with my mouth, two with my cock, and one with my fingers afterward, but I want to make sure she's sated and happy. She deserves all the pleasure she can handle.

"No." She pushes my hand away from her center. "No more. You've exhausted me."

I grin. "Good." I give her a light kiss. "And Anastasia... if you push me away from what's mine again, I'll put you over my knee. Your no was enough. You don't ever deny me."

Her eyes widen. "Wow. Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

I give her a smile to show her I'm not angry and kiss her again. "I got you something for here." I slip out of bed and disappear into the closet to yank some pajama bottoms on and grab her the red silk robe I bought. I bought her a dark gray one too incase she doesn't like the red.

I carry out the robe and show her. "This is so you don't have to get redressed each time I let you out of my bed." She grins. "Is the red okay? I got you a gray one too, just in case."

She shakes her head. "No, the red one is perfect." She slips out of bed and I slide her into it and cinch it with the tie.

"Gorgeous and soft and sexy." I run my hands down the arms of it. "Does it feel good against your skin?"

Biting her lip, she nods.

I run my thumb over her hard nipples and she moans. "I bet it does feel good against those." I want to bend down and suck her nipple through the silk, but I refrain. There's time for that later. "Are you hungry?"

She giggles. "Yes. You've worked up my appetite."

"Alright, Sugar. Our food is in the oven. Let's eat."

She has a seat on the island while I move around the kitchen getting our plates ready. Gail made a pork tenderloin with some roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes. I pull it all out of the oven where it has been keeping warm and start to slice the tenderloin.

"Christian, I'm sorry. Your phone lit up on the counter and I accidentally looked at the text that popped up."

I laugh at how cute she is. "Okay. Baby, I don't care what you see on my phone. No reason to be sorry." I place some meat on our plates and grab a serving spoon for the sides.

"Oh. Um okay. I need to use the restroom really fast."

I smile at her over my shoulder. "No problem. I'll get the wine ready."

I busy myself with getting our plates put together and the wine poured, but she still isn't back from the bathroom, so I check my phone.

Unknown: I miss you, baby.

I cock an eyebrow. I don't know who this is.

Me: You must have the wrong number.

My heart suddenly falls into my stomach. This was the message Anastasia read. I can't even imagine what is going through her mind right now.

Unknown: It's Eleanor, Christian!

I block her number and go in search of Sugar so I can explain, but I only make it a few feet before I see her heading toward me. Her eyes are red-rimmed and she has a light pout on her face. She's been crying. I want to wring Eleanor's neck.

"Are you okay?" I help her up into her seat and tuck her hair behind her ear.

She clears her throat and won't look at me. "Yes. This looks good, thank you, Christian." Her eyes look over her plate before she takes a deep drink of her wine.

"Don't lie to me." I sit beside her.

"What?" She stabs at her vegetables, keeping her gaze down.

"Don't play stupid either. You've been crying."

She shrugs as she chews. "I just need to navigate a few things emotionally and I'll be fine."

"You saw a text message that upset you and instead of asking me to explain you run off and cry it out enough so that you can hide your feelings easier."

She chews her lip, thinking. "I don't want to be immature about it. I can't be angry about it either. I'm seeing two men and thinking back I can't remember you saying I was the only one, so... I'll deal. It isn't your problem."

"Isn't my problem?" I want to put her over my knee then in the corner for that remark. "Anything that concerns you is a concern of mine. What is immature is you not willingly talking through it."

Her pout drops even more while he pokes at her food with a fork. "I don't want to know details. My heart can't take it." My heart aches at her admission. "If that's immature then... I guess I am. I don't know how to control my emotions with you. I'm scared if I show you the bad side... the sad side... that I'll push you away. And seeing I'm not the only... it's easier for you to go." She clenches her jaw and looks at me and I stare back at her, trying to comprehend everything she just said.

She's been hiding things from me. She thinks that if she shows me the dark side of herself that I'll run. I need to know what has been going on that I'm not aware of, but first things first. I need to explain Eleanor and then we'll dive into the other shit.

"I've ruined our evening. I should go." She begins to stand but I reach over and keep her in her seat.

"No, Sugar. You're not leaving. We're going to talk. This relationship can't go anywhere if the communication is shit. I'm in this for the long run, so if I have to tie you down and force you to talk, I will."

Her eyebrows lift and she looks like she's trying to decide if I'm being honest. I am. I'll tie her to the fucking bed until we get this shit figured out.

Slowly, she nods. "Okay."

"Now let me explain. When I was in New York, an ex of mine found out I was in town and came looking for me at my hotel on the last night I was there. Eleanor. She found me in the bar area and we talked a bit before she asked to come up to my room."

Her hand shoots up and covers my mouth. "Please. No details. I can't handle it. I know it's terrible, considering..."

I pull her hand from my mouth. "I said no. I told her I had a beautiful girlfriend in Washington I was flying back to bright and early that next day." I pull up our conversation and show her. "I didn't even have her number and I've blocked her."

Her shoulders slump and tears fill her eyes. Fuck, my heart can't take those tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so selfish for being so relieved."

A slow grin appears on my face. "Not at all. Our situation is different. You never have to worry about either one of us having any other women while we're with you. We're dedicated to you."

She shakes her head. "But feeling this way tonight... I just can't understand how you two can do that if you really have feelings for me."

"Do what? Share you?" She nods and I reach up to wipe the tear off her cheek. "It isn't always easy. It's hard sometimes thinking that you're with Elliot when you could be with me. If Elliot didn't have feelings, I would be completely satisfied keeping you all to myself, but he does. When we realized we both had feelings for you, we talked for a long time. I wanted him to leave you alone and he wanted me to do the same. I refused to and so did he. It was obvious to us that you were interested in both of us and neither one of us wanted to be left just because the other made a move first.

"Ros and her wife Gwen... they share a man and that's kind of what gave us the idea. Of course that's a little different but I know that this kind of thing can work. So, after a lot of talking, a lot of self reflection, and lot of envisioning, we agreed that if you wanted both of us, we'd be okay. Being with you is worth this." If it was anyone besides my brother I would have told them to fuck off and swept Anastasia up. But, he's my brother. Our relationship is so important. I couldn't devastate him like that and ruin our relationship just because I'm a selfish bastard.

"The whole sex thing still is hard to understand. Neither of you will be upset if you see the other doing things to me? I don't know whether I should take offense to that." She stabs a piece of meat and brings it to her mouth. I'm glad she's still eating.

"It's odd, for sure. A lot of mixed feelings at the thought of it, but we really won't know until it happens. It doesn't mean we're not serious about you or not head over heels for you. You're ours. You're mine when you're here, you're his when you're there and when we're together, you're ours. To be honest, I was thinking about how I'd feel about watching him pleasure you and the thought of watching you being pleasured turned me on. Watching you wiggle and mewl all over the bed, asking and demanding your pleasure is so fucking satisfying to think about. Being able to make sure your pleasured so thoroughly that you'll end up so damn sated every fucking time... hell yes. I want to accomplish that. I want us to be the only people who can do that for you. If you leave us, you'll never have anything like this again.

"I want you to know how good it feels to have one of us suckle your gorgeous breasts while the other buries his head between your legs to eat you. I want you to be able to feel so fucking full and complete by letting us fill you from both sides. I-"

"Stop." Her hand grips my forearm. "You're getting my all hot and bothered and we need to eat."

I smile. "You're turned on by the thought of both of us pleasuring you."

She pokes at her potatoes and shrugs. "A little. I feel dirty for liking it though."

"Oh, Sugar. It is dirty. But in the best way. You're going to have orgasms that some women only dream about. You're going to be screaming for more. And we're going to enjoy every second of it."