Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. Life's been busy, and I haven't had time to write. Unfortunately, I'll only be able to post weekly from now own. Hopefully, I can keep up with that. Hope you enjoy this steamy update.

Chapter 36: Movie Night at Ana's, Part 2

Anastasia's bedroom, like the rest of her apartment, was tidy and decorated in warm colors. Christian had half expected the room to be all pink, and he wouldn't have complained, but instead, the bedspread and matching curtains were purple, red, and gold, very befitting of the royalty that was Anastasia, his Princess Rose. The furniture, just like her living room and dining room furniture, and was solid and well built.

"Get on the bed, spread eagle," he ordered her as he went to her bedside table and looked in the drawer, delighted with what he found there. She'd let him know during their contract discussion that she was a kinky girl, and the toys she kept in her bedside table didn't disappoint. Not only did Anastasia have a purple rabbit vibrator with a clit stimulator, but she also had a vibrating wand, and a vibrating butt plug that was bright pink and shaped like a rose on one side. It was so... Anastasia. Princess. Better yet, she had vibrating nipple clamps that could be attached to a chain that also attached to the vibrating clit ring. His girl clearly liked her vibrators, and he was going to enjoy them with her tonight.

Christian had brought a few toys of his own, but he decided to save them for later and make use of Anastasia's own toys. The only thing he took from his toy bag was Anastasia's training collar. It was important for her to wear it so that she knew that they were in a scene. He needed her to be her full submissive self right now, none of the girlfriend thing. They could do the mushy stuff later. Right now, he needed a good hard fuck, and he needed to be completely in control of her.

Once her collar was on her pretty little neck, all he needed was something to restrain her with, and as he looked around the room, he spotted the perfect thing. In one corner of her room, there was a dirty clothes hamper, and peaking out of the top were what appeared to be the nylons she'd worn to work today. They were sheer thigh high stockings that he just knew looked sexy as fuck on her. He walked over and grabbed them. Yes, they'd work perfectly. There wasn't anything on her padded headboard to attach her hands to, but that wasn't a problem. He had a different plan at the moment.

Christian returned to the bed and straddled Anastasia. He kissed her deeply before using the nylons to tie her right wrist to her right ankle, and her left wrist to her left ankle, opening her completely to him and rendering her totally helpless. He saw from the excitement in her eyes that she was loving it. God, she was so perfect, he couldn't stop himself from kissing her perfect lips again. He continued kissing her neck and then down to her breasts. He took his time there, ravishing each breast, suckling from each, teasing the nipples until she was writhing beneath him. When he felt that her nipples were perfectly hard, he attached her nipple clamps, loving the gasp he heard from her with each of them. He'd wait to make them vibrate.

Moving on, continuing to kiss her luscious body, he took his time with her abdomen, tonging her belly button, continuing on to her bikini area, loving the smoothness of her freshly shaved mound, but more interested in her sweet pussy. He licked her lips, teasing her, before pushing his tongue into her cunt, tasting his favorite flavor, Anastasia. He sucked her clit, adding his fingers to pump her cunt, but stopping before she reached her peak. No orgasms for his Princess until after her punishment.

He attached her clit ring but didn't turn on the vibrator yet, and moved on to her ass, which he also tongued. She was already so wet that he probably could have inserted the butt plug by just using her own cunt juices as lubricant, but he added some lube to the butt plug just to be certain. He wanted to spank her ass and make it red, but he didn't want to truly hurt her.

"I'm going to spank you now," he warned her as he sat back against the padded headboard and pulled her over his lap so that her ass was in the air. Being tied up as she was, she could only go where he moved her. "Ten strikes. Why am I spanking you, Princess?"

She wanted to moan as he was rubbing her ass and playing with the toy he'd inserted, but she answered him breathily instead. "I opened the door… in my teddy… without a bathrobe. I didn't tell you… I don't have a bathrobe."

"What are your safe words?" he asked her.

"Hamlet is yellow. Sardanapalus is red."

"Don't hesitate to use them if you need to," he reminded her. "And remember, you aren't allowed to come until I say so. Now, count for me."

Christian used his hand to spank her, hard. It hurt, but not like the flogger had at Down Under. She also liked that she could feel the nipple clamps, clit ring and butt plug more when he spanked her. He hadn't hit the butt plug when he smacked her, but she felt it.

"One!" called Anastasia.

Each smack seemed to get harder as Anastasia continued to count them. Christian continued to spank around the butt plug, never hitting it directly. Then, when Anastasia called out "Eight," Christian activated all of the vibrators. Her nipple clamps and clit ring weren't even attached to the chain that connected them, but she felt like they were, as they all came to life, bringing her to almost instant orgasm. It was all she could do to hold it back.

"Oh, shit!" Anastasia cried.

"Shh… No speaking except to count or use safe words," he reminded her sternly. Without hesitating, he smacked her ass again.

"Nine! Please, Master!" The vibrators were driving her crazy, and she needed to come!

"No, not yet," he warned her. "You don't come until you come on my cock. Hold it back."

He smacked her ass the tenth and final time. As Anastasia cried out, "Ten," Christian quickly flipped her so that she was on her back again, and he slid home, filling her slippery channel with his hard as nails cock. He didn't give her time to adjust to his intrusion before he began to pump her, giving her the hard fucking that he'd warned her he was planning to.

Anastasia wasn't complaining. In fact, she absolutely loved what he was doing. But she needed to come! She wasn't going to be able to hold it back.

"Call me Master as you come on my hard cock. Let me hear you, Princess!"

"Oh, shit! Ahh! Yes, Master!" Anastasia cried as she squeezed her eyes shut and let it happen. "Oh, God. Thank you, Master."

Christian didn't slow down fucking her. "Don't thank me yet, Princess. We're just getting started."

In fact, he wasn't sure how long he could delay his own orgasm, as he could feel both the vibrators in her clit ring and her butt plug on his cock, and they felt fantastic, but nothing like her pussy as it spasmed through her orgasm. Shit! And those vibrating nipples! Watching her tits as he fucked her was out of this world. He'd never enjoyed sex this much.

Yes, he was getting close, and he knew she was, too. Those vibrators were driving her wild. He knew she'd keep having orgasms until he removed them, and at some point, they'd start getting painful. She'd already been punished, so he'd remove them soon.

"We're going to come together, Princess," he told her. "This time, you look in my eyes and call out my name. Let me see those pretty ocean blue orbits. Give it to me, baby!"

Her eyes had been squeezed shut, but she opened them on his command and locked them with his stormy gray ones. God, she loved this. Sex had never been like this. Their connection was cosmic, beyond anything she'd ever imagined.

"Christiannn!" she screamed as her orgasm overcame her. "Oh, yes! Christian! God, yes!"

He was right there with her, erupting inside of her. "Ana…stasia! Holy… shit!"

My God, what was this feeling? He felt so connected to her, like he could see himself in those ocean blue eyes, and he didn't hate what he saw. No, there was none of the self-loathing that had been so familiar in the past. Never in his life had he experienced this feeling. In some ways, it freaked him the fuck out, just like it had over the weekend, but he didn't want it to end either. Whatever this was, he'd never wanted anything more. Would he ever get enough?

As they both came down from their climaxes, Christian quickly untied her wrists and ankles and removed her training collar and all the vibrators from her delicious body. He tenderly kissed and licked her nipples, making the blood circulate there again. Her moans made his now flaccid cock twitch. It wouldn't be flaccid long. Yeah, he'd always been a quick recoverer.

And now that her hands were free, and he'd satisfied his Dom for now, he was craving her touch. He'd proven to himself a couple of days ago that she could touch him without causing him any pain. Now, he needed more of her in a way that no one else had ever even come close. Nobody had ever even dared to do what he was about to ask her to do.

"Anastasia… I want you to straddle me… and… lick my nipples."

A few days ago, she'd hesitated when he asked her to touch him. The contract that they'd both signed only a few nights ago made it clear that she was never to touch his chest or back. Even though he'd removed the training collar, she was still his submissive, and she needed to honor their contract at all times.

But Christian hadn't waited even two days before breaking the no touching him rule himself. He clearly wanted her touch, so she didn't hesitate this time. Climbing on top of him, she did exactly as he asked. Her tongue was tentative, however, as she licked around his areola, which to Anastasia resembled the color of milk chocolate. She enjoyed licking it just as much as chocolate, too. The man had a perfect chest, with pecks to die for, and he was letting her touch them! Maybe someday, he would let her use chocolate sauce. She'd make that suggestion at some point.

"More," Christian moaned, holding the back of her head, pulling her closer to his chest. She did her best to suck his hard nipple, holding it between her teeth and toying with it with the end of her tongue. She could feel his dick getting hard, and she wanted very much to have him inside her again.

Apparently, he agreed. Without giving her a chance to sit up, or even remove her mouth from his breast, he shifted her hips so that her pussy was lined up with his cock, and he entered her again.

"Do the other one now," Christian told her quickly, speaking through his teeth. As Anastasia switched to his other nipple, giving it the same attention, he kneaded her ass and gave his abs a good workout as he pumped upward, fucking her from beneath her. He'd never had sex in this position before, and he really liked it. Her attention to his nipples was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He didn't even have words for it.

But he needed to see her eyes again. "Ride me," he said. "Look in my eyes and play with my nipples. He grabbed hold of her nipples, too, so both of them brought each other to another climax by nipple play as she rode him. And as they fell over the cliff together again, Christian pulled Anastasia towards him and kissed her lips passionately. This was, by far, the best sex he'd ever had. And it was more than that. He felt something he didn't understand, and he had no idea what it was, but he knew he wanted it.

When they'd both recovered enough to speak again, and they were lying in each other's arms, cuddling, Christian said, "That was the first time I've ever done cowgirl with a sub. You're not just a sub, though, so that made all the difference. I liked it, Ana. A lot."

She smiled and told him, "I didn't expect to enjoy riding you. And I sure didn't expect to play with your nipples." More seriously, she asked, "Are you ever going to tell me what the deal is with your haphephobia, and why I can touch you even though you insisted in the contract that I couldn't?"

He felt safer with Anastasia than he'd ever felt in his life. He knew he could tell her anything, even though there were some things he still didn't want to ever talk about. He took her hand and placed it on his chest, still marveling at the fact that it didn't burn.

Pointing at one of his cigarette burns, he told her, "See that scar? My birth mother's pimp gave that to me when I was a toddler. And all the other ones like it. Eleven on my back. Nine on my chest. Usually, to this day, when anyone touches my chest or back near any of those burns, I feel them burning again, just like they did when he did it to me. But not with you. You're the only one who's ever been able to touch me and it not burn."

Anastasia looked equally horrified and astonished. That someone could do something so evil to an innocent child baffled her. That she was able to touch him and give him both comfort and pleasure also baffled her, but in a good way. Why her? But she was glad she could.

"How old were you?" she asked softly.

"When he did it? I don't know, two or three? Maybe four? I was four when my birth mother died. She overdosed on crack, and I was alone with her in our apartment for four days before anyone found us. I didn't understand why she didn't wake up. I knew she felt cold, so I put a blanket over her and snuggled against her body, but she was so cold. I was hungry, but I didn't want to leave her long enough to find anything to eat. We didn't have anything to eat anyway. It was her pimp who showed up later that week, yelling at me. He was so angry, like it was my fault. He left me there with her dead body. I knew then that she was dead because he said so, but I didn't know what that meant or what to do. The police showed up then, and took me to the ER. That's where I met Grace. My mom. I went to live with them a few weeks later, once it was clear I didn't have any other family."

For the life of him, Christian couldn't understand why he'd decided to tell Anastasia all of that. These were details from his early childhood that he didn't want to even remember, much less tell anyone else. Why had he told her? And now, she was silently crying. Shit, he hated the pity he saw in her beautiful eyes.

"Don't feel sorry for me," he warned her. "I hate pity."

"It's not pity," she argued. "It's sympathy."

"Same thing," he growled.

"No, it isn't," she insisted. "There isn't a man alive that I admire more than I admire you, Christian. You suffered something horrible when you were too young to even understand it, and now look at you. You're one of the most successful men in the world. And you have a magnificent cock."

She knew that last statement would bring a smile to his lips. He was smiling even wider a few minutes later when Anastasia was deep throating his magnificent cock.