Where Ana and Christian further explore their feelings and intimacy while sudden events bring them even closer.

Meeting Grace and Carrick went better than expected. It was just slightly awkward concerning the fact that Christian never brought anyone home and they thought he was gay or celibate. They acted just as expected.. A little too excited and too forthcoming. It felt good to meet them, honestly, it made our weird relationship feel normal. No word of Escorts or submissives or Mrs. Robinson.

Just two people. In love. Well me. I'm in love. Christian is… committed. And caring. And definitely up for a good lay.

Since my spontaneous visit we had somehow found a new routine. Couple stuff on the weekends. Restaurant and movies and let's not forget that freaking helicopter ride! Sometimes we had sex but that was somehow a spontaneous affair. Under the week however.. Totally different. Both of us knew that time was tight and both of us had work in the morning. Whenever I set foot into his apartment, we'd be either going straight to bed or couch or kitchen counter or whatever surface we could find or we'd head straight to his red room. Funny, how he's paying for my company on the weekends and gets almost no kinky sex out of it and the real stuff happens when I'm.. just me.

After the third time sneaking into his apartment without EE knowing and no appreciable happenings I came to the conclusion that I was paranoid for no real reason. As long as I don't make a huge deal out of it there's no way they will find out. Besides, our public date nights always happen on the weekends anyway.

I'm so getting used to being with Christian. It's only a week till our three months are up. I wonder if he still wants to continue like this. I can't see a reason why he wouldn't want to but then… he's paying tens of thousands of dollars a month to be with me, more or less, depending on him being on trips or not. That's an obscene amount of money. That's college tuition for some. And I have gotten a fair share of that, half of it to be precise. Of course I won't keep it but no matter how often I tried to talk to him to take it back he acted like I've insulted him.

But I don't want his money. I know he used to bathe his subs with cars and luxury items and stuff. Probably spend the same amount of money on each of them as on me. Still, it feels wrong. He has already paid Ray's bills and I'm forever grateful for that.

I had a long Thursday at work and I'm exhausted beyond measure. I'll probably skip dinner and just fall into bed.

When I reach my floor I see some wet footmarks along the hallway. Weird. It hasn't rained in weeks. The moment I get closer to my apartment I know where all of this water is coming from. Something is leaking! Waves of water coming from the big gap under my entrance door.

Panicking I fumble with my keys. Had I forgotten to close the tab and it overflowed? But it had a functioning drain.. So that couldn't be it. And I don't have a bathtub..

When I push open the door I find the source of leakage. It's raining! Inside my apartment! Water is dripping from the ceiling onto all of my stuff. I step inside, a few inches of water is covering the whole wooden floor.

Oh God! My books!

I run to the cardboard box close to my desk, full of keepsakes and my childhood books. All of them soaked, looking plumb and innocently shiny on the bottom of the mushy cardboard box.

Numb and unable to move I sit down next to them. Letting my pants get drenched in the water with small droplets of God knows what dropping on my head and shoulders. When I snap out of my initial shock I jump up, head upstairs and bang as hard as I can on my neighbours door. Nobody answers.

Great. Everything is going great!

I try to call up my asshole of a landlord who never wanted to fix anything in this building. Even after we had a massive cockroach infestation with complaints from the adjacent neighbours he was still very slow to take responsibility.

To my luck he picks up the phone and instructs me to just turn off the whole buildings water supply until someone can come and fix the problem. Clearly not sorry for the damage he'd done to my stuff and more worried that his investment would become unrentable if too damaged.

I climb down several stairs to the basement and find a door with a pin code lock. Nice, how he invests his money into the security and not habitability of the building. Double asshole.

After that I go to the doorbell system and ring up every apartment to let them know there will be no water access for the next few hours. I'm not going to knock every door in this building while my stuff is being ruined by filthy water. Only a few tenants answer me. At this point it's all I can do.

Damage control is the only thing left to do. I unplug all my electrical devices, pick up stuff that wasn't harmed by the water to put on my bed. I take off my shoes, find some rubber slippers and roll up my pants.

My phone beeps. Probably a message from Christian or Kate. I ignore it.

As it seems my desk and all of its manuscripts, alongside my box with beloved items are ruined. The rest.. Well except all of my wooden furniture which certainly will swell by standing in water for several hours.. is somehow salvageable. I take several towels and a bucket and start to collect as much water as I can. God, this will take forever.

After an hour or so, I need a break. Sitting down on my bed to catch a breath, a wave of emotions overcome me. My life is a freaking mess. And before I know it tears are streaming down my face. I can't even look at the box with my beloved knick knacks and books in it. The apartment is so tiny I never even bothered to unpack them, there wasn't room for a bookshelf anyway.

My phone rings and shakes me out of my thoughts. It's Christian. I let it ring, hoping he just would give up. Somehow, a small part of me wants him to find me, rescue me, out of this misery and pull me into his arms. But let's be honest. He was disgusted when he found out how I lived. It wouldn't help at all for him to know just how miserable my living situation has become. I can't stand to see him pity me. I just can't.

I go back to work and to my delight I am actually making progress. The floor is only wet looking, as if freshly mopped and I can resume to collect the remaining moisture with a dry towel.

My phone rings again. At this point I know I cannot ignore him any longer. Christian isn't a patient man.

"Hi." I say and clear my throat. I hope he didn't catch that.

"Anastasia. Where have you been? I texted you hours ago." Hearing his voice makes me anxious and happy at the same time. I look at the clock, it's past 10 p.m.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was very tired after work and fell asleep the moment I got home… " I look around my messy apartment. I hate lying to him.

He is silent for a moment.

"Are you trying to avoid me?" he says. Oh Christian, how can you be so insecure?

"No! Of course not!" I answer immediately.

He doesn't say anything at first. Brooding Christian is very hard to assess. Doesn't he believe me?

"Are you seeing someone else?" he says and it makes my heart break even more.

"No! Christian, you're reading too much into this. I missed your texts and calls. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Alright." He sighs "Listen, I'll be on a spontaneous business trip starting tomorrow morning and it will probably be until next week."

Oh. That means no Escort weekend..

"Okay." I say and can't hide my disappointment. I miss him already.

There's a beeping sound and when I look at my phone my landlord is calling, waiting in line. Maybe he has some news about the plumber?

"Listen Christian. There's a call I need to take. I'll call you back." I say and hang up a little too quickly.

"Steele." Answering the phone like that is something I picked up from Christian. Maybe not the most polite way, in hindsight.

"Hello Ms. Steele. I've reached out to the plumber emergency service. They said they can't or won't do much at this time of the day but will be at your place in the morning. I'll be there too, to open apartment number 4.03 to see where this is coming from."

In the morning? Ugh. No water till then. I need a shower. At least he is taking care of things.

"Alright. I'll be here, I guess."

With that I hang up. Immediately I call Christian. Boy, I am treating him badly. Somehow I need to make up for that.

He doesn't pick up. Unlike him. But I am the last person who should be allowed to complain.

I go look for my supply of bottled water. To my dismay only one and a half bottles left. That has to suffice for drinking, brushing my teeth and washing my face till tomorrow.

Maybe I should just go to a hotel tonight? Yes. Better than sleeping in this misery and going to work tomorrow in my filthy and unwashed state. I'm almost finished packing a little bag with clothes and toiletries when I hear a firm knock on my door.

Probably the neighbors asking what the hell is going on.

When I open the door it's Christian. Looking really pissed.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammer. And how did he get here so quickly?

He looks at me from head to toe, seeing my dismantled state, rubber slippers and wet floor. I hope I don't look like a panda with all that crying happening earlier and wearing a little mascara today.

"Can I come in?" he says, his eyes in slits. Oh no, he's furious.

Without waiting for my reply he slowly pushes past me. Why is he even here? I'm so confused.

Wait a minute.

"You came to make sure I was alone?!" I say, closing the door a little to firmly.

"At this point a necessary action, as it seems you're lying to me." He says looking around the mess of my living room. Of course he can put two and two together.

I stop in my tracks, my anger forgotten. He is right. That is an awful thing to do.

"I'm sorry… I was just.. " No Ana. Don't start the water works now. Calm down.

He turns around to look at me, still furious.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why treat me like a stranger?" Wow, seeing him being hurt actually feels worse than what I imagined him pitying me would feel like.

"I.. I just didn't want you to see me like this." I can't look him in the eye.

"Anastasia, when will you understand that I want you anyway I can have you. Even if you're living in a rat hole."

That's it. I'm done. I'm in tears, crying like a baby.

He pulls me into a firm embrace. This day has gotten the best of me.

"Hey.. It'll be alright." He says and strokes my back.

"No, it won't!" he doesn't argue with me and tightens his embrace. God, it feels so good to be in his arms.

"How did you get here so quickly from your home?"

"I wasn't home. I was at the office, still had some paperwork to go through." Oh.. That man is a workaholic.

We remain in our embrace and somehow I cannot calm down my crying.

"Shh Ana. It's alright." He repeats.

"They're ruined!" I confess because I just need someone to share my misery. As if he could know what I mean.

"It's just some furniture and stuff. We can buy new ones.. "he tries to comfort me.

I push back to look at him.

"No, the books, I've had them since I was a kid. And some of them from my teenage years.." I fish out a copy of Jane Austens Pride and Prejudice which is starting to disintegrate. To be honest it wasn't in a good state in the first place, being a second hand book and being read by me hundreds of times. It was falling apart even without the water damage. Next to it my Hardy copies. I remember how I held Tess D'Urberville in my hands after I finished it the first time. It had felt like a revelation.

He eyes me warily.

"There's nothing we can do about that now."

I wipe away my tears with my palm and begin to resume to pack my tiny suitcase.

"Where are you planning to stay?" he asks after having looked through my 'sentimental box'.

"I'll sleep at a hotel tonight and then I just have to figure something out. Tomorrow the plumber will be here, if he can fix it, maybe I can return here."

He snorts. I don't think anything about my situation is funny at this point.

"No, you're not." He says and takes my now packed suitcase.

"What do you mean?"

"You're staying with me. No chance in hell you return to this…" he looks around, disgusted. "..apartment."

Alright! I get it! He hates it here. I don't get his resentment. Normally he isn't so judgmental of people owning less money than him. But my apartment just seems to piss him off out of nowhere.

"I don't think that's a good idea.. "I say and even to my ears I don't sound very convincing. Staying with Christian? That means I could see him even more often!

"Ana. Don't mess with me. Besides that, I won't be home for almost a week. So you basically have my place to yourself if my presence bothers you that much."

Sulky Christian. Cute. But I'm slightly disappointed that I won't see him.

"Actually.. I was worried about the agency."

"We'll be discrete about it I guess. How would they know? "

"Okay." I say shyly because.. I'm somehow moving in with Christian?

He takes my hand and gives it a little squeeze.

"Grab your stuff, let's get out of here. I don't want to catch pneumonia from this shithole."

Jesus, thanks. I change quickly into clean clothes and we head for the door.

"I'll need to be here tomorrow morning to let my landlord in." I say while we head down the stairs.

"Taylor will take care of that." He simply says.

Master of the Universe, back at it again. I don't have the nerve to argue him. For once I appreciate his efforts to help me. Taylor is waiting in the car downstairs. The drive home is a quiet affair.

"Can I take a shower?" I ask the second we enter his place.

"You don't have to ask me." He says and chuckles as if it was an inside joke to him.

At first I don't understand. Oh yeah. The submissive thing. That was probably something he wasn't used to saying.

With that I head for his bathroom, leaving my suitcase at the door of his bedroom. Am I even allowed in here or does he expect me to go to the guest room right away? I'll ask him later.

I am feeling more than filthy. At least I am pretty sure it wasn't a waste water pipe that broke. That would have been the worst of the worst. The hot water soothes my tingling nerves and I begin to relax. Leaving my own toiletries behind, I take his shampoo and smell it, a smile comes to my lips. His scent is intoxicating.

I just can't believe this man wants me.

Wrapped in a towel with the smell of his body wash and shampoo around me I enter his bedroom. I'm already pulling on my camisole when I notice him standing in the doorway.

"Hi." I say shyly. Looking down while putting on my sleep shorts. My wet hair fanning around my shoulders. It is really late at this point and I am exhausted.

He approaches me and I suddenly feel the heat rising in me. How can he have such an effect on me? Without touching me? Without even saying anything?

"Did you have dinner?" he asks me out of nowhere.

"No." I simply answer, hadn't he seen in what kind of state my apartment was?

"Come." He orders and we walk silently to the kitchen. He's very adamant about feeding me. I take a mental note on that. Silently he takes something out of the fridge.

"So. No sex tonight?" I ask and surprise myself with my blank honesty. It's a weeknight after all and normally we would be busy with aftercare at this hour. He stops in his tracks and gives me an amused look.

"That depends if you want to go to work in the morning."

"Of course." I say. His grin instantly vanishes.

"Then no. We have to be up early." He places a plate in front of me with some cheese and grapes. I take a piece.

I cannot lie to myself. I'm definitely disappointed.

"So another first then?"

He gives me a questioning look.

"Denying a maiden in need your talents in the bedroom. " I say and throw a grape into my mouth. Christian laughs and takes a seat beside me.

"As far as I can see, I've rescued that maiden in need from her chosen dungeon."

This again. I had to know.

"What is it with you and my apartment. Normally you're not so judgmental. " I resume to eat.

"I had a rough start in life. Your place reminded me of that time." Of all the things he could have said, this is the most unexpected.

"Before your adoption?" I don't think Grace and Carrick gave him a hard time but still.

He nods.

"Is that connected to your… no touching rule?"

He nods again. I should probably let this go as he seems uncomfortable to talk about it.

"Is that the reason you have a Playroom and like to be a Dominant?"

"Actually people don't need to be fucked up like me to be into BDSM, Ana. It's just a sexual preference." I blush a little at his unspoken annoyance of my judgmental attitude.

"However, for me personally, I like the control it gives me. I like to earn and hold other people's trust. I like to act out my will with their consent…it simply gives me pleasure. " he shrugs and takes a grape from my plate.

"Sure, help yourself." I joke to lighten the mood. He smiles at me and my stupid heart skips a beat. Almost two in the morning. Full, I push my plate an inch away from me. I really need some sleep. But more than that I need him. Even if no sex was on the agenda I can't picture myself falling asleep alone in the guest bedroom. Today has drained me emotionally and Christian is the only one that could make me feel better. Just how can I ask..?

"I didn't know where to unpack my suitcase.." I start. Smooth Ana, really smooth. He doesn't answer, instead he leans in to kiss me and I'm melting away on the spot. One second I'm sitting, the next I'm wrapped around his waist with him carrying me through the living space.

"Can we fuck and I still go to work?" I say in between kisses. Good to know I'm not the only one affected. I can clearly feel his erection.

"No." He says. Wow, props to his dedication. We arrive in his bedroom and he puts me into his bed. Place of sleeping clear then. Definitely turned on at this point, I remember something he told me a while ago. Jesus, it feels like a lifetime ago.

"Please Christian. I want you so badly." I channel my drunk Ana moment. He told me he thought I was hard to resist so..

He laughs at that. "Really? You think this will work?" he says now sitting down on top of me.

"Well, does it? " I bite my lip and try to put on my 'Fuck me' eyes. No idea how that even works.

"You have no idea." Is what he says before we're ravishing each others mouths.

Victory!

Panting, we are back by the living, fighting for air. That was some hot fucking in record time!

"You're topping from the bottom. And I'm not sure how I feel about that." He says after a while.

"I'm not your full time sub." I simply say.

"No, you're not." He turns towards me and traces a delicate line with the tips of his fingers around my now very sensitive nipple. I'm so freaking close to just ditch work tomorrow and give in.

"Good night." I say and sit up to pull the duvet over me.

"Just like that?" he asks clearly amused.

"Christian, you're insatiable." I joke and turn my back to him in a demonstrative manner. I feel his hands sneak around me to my stomach.

"We won't see each other for a week.. " he mumbles while planting small kisses on my shoulder. Oh my. I feel the effect instantly between my legs. I just climaxed a minute ago! My body is a freaking traitor.

"I'm sure you'll manage." I say, now grinning.

"I sure will. I'm more concerned about you." He says and pushes his hands between my legs only to find me very wet and waiting, giving my arousal away.

I cannot answer, the movement of his fingers has already intoxicated my mind, making me turn my head into the pillow with a muted moan.

"What are you doing to me?" he says into my neck.

Me? Doing to you? You're the one with his fingers buried inside of me.

I cannot answer, I'm so consumed by his steady motion. I feel my body tense for the third time that night. Oh God, I'm not sure my body can take another round.

"Come for me, Ana." He whispers in my ear and gives my earlobe a gentle bite.

That's it. I can't take it anymore and come loudly, clinging onto his arm. Christian is giving me small kisses on my neck and ear, I relax to his tender touch. I'm so spend I fall asleep immediately.

"Morning sleepyhead." I hear his voice. He's already showered and dressed in a suit. What time is it?

"6.30" he says. Freaking mind reading man.

"Don't you ever sleep?" I mumble into the pillow.

"I'll sleep on the plane." Plane? Yeah right. Business trip, I never got around to ask him where he is going.

"I'm running late to my way to the airport. I've left you a few instructions for accessing the penthouse. See you next week." He gives my head a kiss and with that he's gone.

I peel back the covers, for a second I wonder why he hasn't relocated me to the guest room like he normally does. Is he getting comfortable with me being around?

But I have no time to further assess my thoughts. Urgent matters need to be addressed. How do I get to work? I need to get my car from my apartment. In the storm of the happenings from yesterday I totally forgot I needed to take my car here.

Shower first. As I have only slept two hours, I desperately need a cold one. When I head into the kitchen there's breakfast already prepared for me. Next to it a note from Christian.

"Hi Ms. Jones." I say and remember our first awkward encounter.

"Hello Ms. Steele. Enjoy your breakfast and please… Let me know if you need anything. Oh and please, call me Gail." She says.

I begin to eat and read through his instructions. Jesus this man has planned my whole day. Taylor will drive me to work and afterwards take care of my apartment. After that he will pick me up from work and deliver me here. I snort to that. That's certainly not happening.

"Gail, can I talk to Taylor for a second?" I ask.

"Sure. I'll call him." With that she leaves me.

I read his further instructions. I should order the food for breakfast, lunch and dinner from Gail two days in advance. I don't know how I feel about that. She will also wash my clothes. No, thank you. I'm free to use anything in the penthouse except his safe in his study. Fine, wasn't planning on snooping anyway. Lastly the entrance codes to the garage and elevator.

That's it. Christian has some odd character traits. Endearing but odd.

"Ms. Steele?" I hear Taylors voice.

"Ah yes, Taylor. Good morning!" I almost choke on my tea.

"Good morning." He watches me as I cough awkwardly.

"Taylor would you mind getting my car from my place instead of picking me up from work?"

"Ms. Steele I have my instructions.." he looks uncomfortable.

"I know, but Christian didn't take into account my.. Other plans." I don't have other plans. I just need a reason to make him believe I need my car. Frankly I am uncomfortable with staff taking care of my personal business. That isn't my lifestyle.

"What time would you like your car be delivered to you?" he simply asks.

"I'll call you, I don't know yet."

With that he dismisses himself. Almost 7.30 I need to get to work.

Friday morning in Seattle is one thing. Traffic. When Taylor pulls up in front of SIP I'm running a few minutes late. Quickly I open the door of the black SUV when I almost bump into Jack.

"Hey, careful!" he says and looks at me. "Ana? What the hell.. Nice car! " he babbles.

"Morning Jack." I say and hope he'd let it go.

"Didn't know you were so well off." He says while holding out the entrance door for me. I follow him with a bad feeling in my gut.

"No, it's just a friend who dropped me off."

"Huh.. " he says, eyeing me suspiciously. I never know what this guy is thinking. Our encounters always have been kind of awkward. Of course he is my boss and I always kept my professionalism. But Jack Hyde.. He is smart, for sure. Actually not very good with people, socially awkward even. I've seen him make some very bad jokes when women were present trying to get their attention. Hannah, my colleague, had told me how he had tried to ask her out, saying stuff like how he knew she was watching him everyday and that their feelings were mutual. She declined saying it wouldn't be a good idea to date her boss when in reality he creeped her out. I don't know how anyone like him would be promoted to chief editor. But then, I didn't know his CV. He probably is the most suitable for the job besides his lack of social skills.

My work day is slow and unspectacular. Around lunch I call Taylor to drive and park my car close to SIP at 6 p.m. He says that my apartment won't be ready anytime soon, they had ripped open the whole ceiling. I probably needed to collect my stuff tomorrow so that the plumbers could work more easily on Monday.

Almost done for the day, I pack my bag to leave. "Ana, someone has left this here for you. From Mr. Taylor." Says Mike, our receptionist. He hands me a bulky envelope. Ah my car keys! Forgot about those. Taylor, I owe you one!

On my way home I make a stop at the grocery store. It is already bad enough I am being pampered by his staff. I just need some independence. And I'm not sure what kind of food a rich billionaire has in his pantry besides caviar, fancy wine and crackers. This is my way of saying 'Thank you for letting me crash at your place, the rest I can manage'.

When I arrive at his penthouse I can already smell dinner being cooked up. Shit, Gail beat me at that. It's a foreign feeling being here without his presence. I feel lonely and… less intimidated? How is that? How can one man intimidate and arouse me at the same time?

"Gail, I'd like to cook for myself for the time being here. If that's okay.. " she looks surprised when I put my bag of groceries on the counter.

"Mr. Grey, was very specific about his orders… " she tries to argue with me. Grey and his instructions…

"Thank you. Really. I'm just not used to being… served at home. I'll ask if I need anything as you have suggested. Really. Thank you. I don't want to bother you."

She smiles.

"As you wish Ms. Steele. But just to be clear, this is my job which I really enjoy doing, so don't hesitate to tell me if I can do anything for you."

I love her already.

Later that night I'm lying in his bed, fed and showered. I wonder what he's been up to today. No texts or calls from him.

I take a look at my phone.. Shit. Texts and missed calls from him! When? How did I miss that? An hour ago… where the hell was I.

I press call.

"Anastasia." His voice is cold.

"Hi." I swallow.

"Hi." He says with a sigh.

"I don't know how often I've said that to you already… but I'm sorry." I hate my whiny voice.

"I've heard you've not only pissed me off with your attitude.." What? Oh no. Taylor? Gail! Those traitors…

"Really? I didn't feel like I pissed them off. They were more than friendly…"

"Smart mouth again, eh? Yeah, let's say you amused them and pissed me off? Why do you ignore everything I want for you?" I grin to that and shuffle deeper into the pillows.

"You like my smart mouth…" I say.

"I like more what you can do with it." Sex talk, already? We haven't finished the courtesies yet.

"I wasn't comfortable with Taylor driving me around. My boss saw me today and was weird about it."

"You better get used to that if.. What do you mean your boss was weird about it? "

"He saw me and well… I don't look like somebody who has a driver."

"I see…"

"If what..?"

"Pardon?" he asks.

"You said something mid sentence.. If? "

"Can't remember. How was your day?"

So I tell him a little about work and my apartment. He talks about his businesses in New York. When he hears my excitement of where he is, he invites me to go with him sometime. I don't know what to say. My silence makes this even more awkward.

"So where are you now?" he says and I grin to that. At least he's trying to change the topic.

"In your bed."

"What are you wearing?" I know where he's heading with this, that kinky bastard.

"Your t-shirt." I grin even more picturing his expression.

"I do hope with nothing underneath."

"Maybe..if you're so eager to find out we can video call."

He laughs on the other end.

"No babe. This is just fine..."

"You're so old school." I giggle.

"Maybe. Or I know the power of imagination... "

"I thought you were a hands on kind of man.." this conversation was starting to be really fun!

"'Everything you can imagine is real'. "

"That's a quote." I've heard that before.

"Pablo Picasso." Right. So he's also very well-read and intellectual too?

"Is there something you're not good at?" I ask.

"Plenty of things. Making you have sex with me, obviously." We laugh at that.

"You're actually exceptionally good at that…" I look around the empty bed "I wish you were here."

"I wish I was there with you, too." Sweet Lord have mercy on me. He's thinking about something, I can feel that.

"I want you to go the kitchen. Now." I jump out of bed, confused. His apartment is colder than expected, but then, I'm only wearing a t-shirt. I do as told, it takes me a moment.

"Now what?" What has he planned?

"Open the drawer with the keys. I want you to take the one at the top right. "

It takes me a few tries before I find the right drawer. There are several car keys and a few smaller single ones without a keychain.

"I think I found it."

"Good. Open the Playroom." Oh my. I'm feeling nervous. But he isn't here, so whatever it is it can't be too bad. Surely I won't spank myself in there.

"What are you doing?" I ask to fill the time till I reach the playroom.

"Enjoying my drink and listening to you being a good girl." I grin at that. We aim to please, Mr. Grey.

When I enter his playroom and the soft lights surround me, I feel pleasantly nervous. I've never had phone sex before and coming here gives me an unbearable anticipation of what he has planned for us.

"Leave your clothes at the door and walk to the chest of drawers. Top left drawer, take the purple one." For a second I'm impressed how he knows every item's location by heart. I do as told only to find what looks a big, violet, slightly deformed silicone phallus. Oh God. This is really happening.

"How do you feel?" he asks and I put him on speaker to take the vibrator in both hands to feel its texture. That's supposed to go.. Inside of me?

"I don't know." Normally he would be the one doing all these kinky stuff to me and I would be up for it. But now? Masturbating with his toys while he listens… I'm not sure.

"I want you unashamed and willing to do this with me Ana." He says. "Are you ready to play?"

It's just him and me. Like all the other times. I can do this. Hell, I want to.

"Yes, Sir." I say.

"Good. Lie down on the bed." His voice is now husky and deep. Dominant Christian has entered the room, I can almost feel his presence.

I take my phone with me, laying it close to my head.

"Close your eyes, I want you to picture me blindfolding you."

I do as told, letting his voice take me to places my mind has never been before. Allowing both of us pleasures I never even dreamed of.

"If I was there, I'd kiss every inch of you, feel every part of your skin. I want you to do that for me. Tell me how that feels."

I place my hands on my neck, letting my own fingers explore my body, shifting slowly down to my breast. It feels so alien and forbidden. I cannot say what it is. I picture his lovely mouth on my nipple, sucking hard and involuntarily I pinch my nipple with my thumb and index finger. Oh wow.

"Yes, I want to hear you." He groans. Oh God, that makes me moan even louder. I can't believe he already has me so invested. A few moments ago I was wandering around his apartment, talking casually on the phone. I resume my exploration, twisting and turning my nipples in a delicate motion imaging how he'd do that with his mouth.

"Are you wet for me Ana?"

I slowly push my hand lower, finding my throbbing mid and feel myself with two fingers. The sensation is mind blowing. I keep my eyes closed

"Yes, Sir." He groans again and I wonder if he's also having a one hand show on the other side of the line.

"I'd taste you over and over again, lick you till you come and scream my name. Take your hand, tell me how you taste."

I open my eyes in shock. Should I?

"Do it now." He says after a few moments of hesitation have passed. I take my two fingers and suck. Leaving them in longer than necessary. I picture our first time being together. How I had taken him with my mouth and the joy and pride I felt when he came furiously at the back of my throat.

"I can taste you, Sir." I say with his memory still on my mind.

"Fuck Ana.." He says and for a moment Dominant Christian is all forgotten. "By now I would have taken you hard, first on your back, then from behind. You love that, don't you?"

At this point I can't take it any longer and start to massage myself again, hitting the right spot over and over. Letting him hear all the pleasure that comes from the movement of my buried hand. The pictures of our movements so clear in front of my inner eye. As if he was really here and actually pounding into me.

"Sir, I'm so close."

"You may come." He says and I need to hold on to the headboard above me to be able to absorb the climax that rushes through my body. At this point I'm unable to articulate a word, only making loud moans of pleasure. I have no idea how this could be so.. outstanding while it was the same old hand of mine.

Christian, you've certainly made me addicted to your skills at this point.

"Well done, Ana. Now, take the vibrator.. "

Already? Sweet Jesus.

I was thinking about posting the next chapter a little sooner. Maybe on Sunday. What do you think?

xx