Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay. Life has gotten busy, and I don't know how often I'll be able to keep posting, but I haven't abandoned the story. It's been a while, so you might want to go back and read the previous chapter to remind yourself where we are. This is Part 2 of TPE, and there's going to be a Part 3 in the next chapter after this one. Enjoy!

Chapter 44: Total Power Exchange, Part 2

Christian had been looking forward to dessert for the entire meal, mainly because Anastasia was going to be his dessert. He'd never been much of a vanilla man until she came along, but vanilla ice cream plus Ana were the most delicious combination he could imagine.

"Stand up," he ordered her. When she obeyed, he uncuffed her wrists, took the bath towel that she'd been sitting on from her chair, and spread it across the empty end of the table. He couldn't hold back his excited smile as he picked her up and sat her on the table, but his voice was stern when he commanded her, "Lie back, with your hands over your head." He took the towel from his own chair and spread it out beside her.

While Anastasia was lying on the table anticipating what came next, which she knew was going to be really good, Christian went to the refrigerator and got out the carton of vanilla ice cream that Gail had placed there from the freezer just before retiring to her apartment. He wanted it softened, but not melted, so the refrigerator had been the best bet.

With the ice cream in hand, Christian hefted himself onto the center of the table where his towel was spread and leaned over Anastasia. His voice sounded even more Dominant when he spoke quietly, not much above a whisper, "Now, you get to come, Princess. But not until I say so. And you're going to count your orgasms. Keep your arms over your head, and imagine that they're restrained there. Don't move." He reached for his phone and opened an app. The vibrator inside her increased speed, causing Anastasia to moan, but not to come yet. She was rising closer quickly, though.

Christian removed the lid from the ice cream, took a spoonful, and fed it to Anastasia. "Good?" he asked before taking a bite himself.

"Mmm… so good," she replied. He knew she wasn't referring to the ice cream. It was about to get a whole lot better.

"You have permission to come as many times as you need to, but remember to count. If I don't hear you count them, they stop. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathily. She was so turned on not only by the vibrator and what she imagined he was about to do with that ice cream, but also by his dominant tone.

Christian took another spoonful of ice cream and dropped it over Anastasia's right nipple. Then, he removed the nipple clamp and sucked the ice cream from her breast. He continued to suck her nipple even after the ice cream was gone. Then he added another spoonful of ice cream to the same breast and licked her clean, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. When he took her over-sensitive nipple between his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, she cried out, "One!"

Christian continued to lick her right nipple through her orgasm. When she'd recovered only just slightly, he moved to her left breast, again covering her nipple with a spoonful of ice cream before removing the nipple clamp and sucking the ice cream off her tit. Her second orgasm hit her, and she cried out, "Two," as Christian licked the second spoonful of ice cream from her left breast.

He didn't wait for her to recover as he dripped melted ice cream down her chest and stomach and then licked it clean, making her writhe and moan. He abandoned the ice cream at that point, afraid that if he added any to the place he was headed, she might end up with an infection, and he couldn't have that.

He knelt between her spread legs and licked her labia, stopping at her clit and giving it all his attention. After a few minutes of this, without stopping his licking, he increased the speed of the vibrator to its highest setting and sucked her clit. "Three!" Anastasia cried out. "Please, Master!"

Not yet, Christian thought in his head, but he didn't speak as his mouth was still occupied. He didn't stop sucking and licking until he delightedly heard her cry out, "Four!" Only then did he quickly remove the vibrator and slide his engorged cock home. Oh, shit, she felt good.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Anastasia panted. What a view, Christian thought to himself. She was obediently keeping her arms stretched over her head, showing off her now very pink and very sticky tits.

"Play with your nipples," Christian ordered her. She immediately moved her hands to her breasts and obeyed him as he continued to fuck her. The table was shaking, but Christian was confident that it was sturdy enough to withstand their wildest fuck.

Picking up the vibrator, which was still buzzing on the table, he joined Anastasia in playing with her tits as he fucked her. "Keep using this," he told her a minute later, as he'd noticed the open container of ice cream next to her head.

As Anastasia played with her own nipples with the vibrator, and Christian continued to fuck her hard, he dipped his finger into the softened ice cream and brought it to Anastasia's lips. First, he spread it over her lips and let her lick it off. He repeated that a few times, incredibly turned on by her tongue on her lips and his fingers. Then he got more ice cream and put his finger inside her mouth for her to suck. She didn't disappoint him. It was so erotic that he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Quickly dipping his finger in the ice cream again and bringing it to her mouth, he watched her suck his finger and told her, "I'm about to come, but you first. Let me hear number five, baby."

That was no hardship for Anastasia as she was trying to hold it back. She let go, crying out, "Five!" just as Christian stilled, pulled out, and covered her tits with his cum. What a sight! She had never looked more beautiful to him than she did in that moment, as they both recovered from their explosive orgasms.

They were both exhausted from that tabletop workout, but the night was far from over. Christian told Anastasia, "I want to try something I've never done before. I used to watch Elliot carry Mia this way when we were little, but I… never could. I want to give you a piggy-back ride. Get on my back, baby."

Christian felt his chest tighten like it had that first night that Anastasia had touched him, and he wondered once again if BB was right that he was in love with her. Whatever it was, he'd never felt anything this good, and he was determined not to fuck it up. Holy shit, he liked her riding his back almost as much as his dick.

He carried her directly into the shower and turned it on before setting her down. So far, he hadn't permitted her to touch him tonight, but after that back ride, he craved her touch. He filled both her hands with body wash and placed them directly onto his chest. "Wash me," he whispered. Shit, where was his voice? He needed to keep his Dominant tone, even as he permitted her to touch him.

Anastasia didn't disappoint him as she moved her delicate hands over his chest, under his arms, to his back, down to his ass. She got more bath wash and gave him a hand job. When he was fully erect again, she knelt down and would have given him a blowjob if he hadn't stopped her.

"Enough of that," he told her. "I'm still in charge here, and as sexy as that little mouth of yours is, I want your cunt again. Turn around and put your hands on the wall to brace yourself. This is going to be rough."

Christian fucked her hard, and when she forgot to yell out "six" when she orgasmed, he slapped her ass, which was still pink with red stripes from earlier. "You count ALL of your orgasms tonight," he reminded her with two more smacks. God, her ass was gorgeous to him.

"I'm sorry, Master," she responded breathily as she recovered. And he was still fucking her and rubbing bath wash over her sensitive tits. Yeah, her nipples were sore and were probably going to still be bruised tomorrow, but she loved every bit of it. And she was going to come again if he kept this up.

When Christian filled his hand once again with bath wash and put it between her legs, rubbing her clit, she fell over the cliff once again. "Seven! Oh, God! I can't…"

Christian could see that Anastasia was so worn out that she could barely stand. But he wasn't finished. Holding her securely, he continued to pump until he reached his own climax. Then, as Anastasia continued to recover with him, he held her firmly against him as he washed her pussy thoroughly.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried her off, then sat her down at the vanity as he dried himself. He unbraided her hair and brushed it out, enjoying the softness. Her eyes were closed, and he thought she might have dozed off as he brushed her hair. But when he picked her up to carry her to bed, her eyes opened. They brushed their teeth and then got into bed.

Christian would have fucked her again in bed, but he could see that she was exhausted. After seven orgasms, which followed a very intense punishment, which followed a very stressful day at work, he wasn't surprised. As he spooned her, he hoped with everything in him that the media circus would calm down soon before it scared her away. He wasn't sure he would survive it if she walked away, even after being together for such a short time.

Remembering the fact that he usually slept soundly when she was in his bed, Christian set his alarm for 6:30 a.m. and fell asleep. Considering how fucked up his life was now that the media were having a field day with the Leila Williams' clusterfuck, he slept amazingly well, all thanks to his beautiful bedmate. Sure enough, he awoke as his alarm began chirping. They'd both had a good night's sleep, and Anastasia was still sound asleep beside him. He knew she wouldn't want to oversleep, and he knew how he wanted to wake her up.

Slowly, he pulled the duvet down to uncover her beautiful body. He noticed that her tits were still pinker than usual, as was her ass. He began at her neck and kissed his way downwards, giving her sore nipples attention before continuing down. He kissed her stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button. At last, he reached her core.

She was definitely awake now, as he could hear from her moans. The only sound he liked better than those sexy moans was her voice crying out his name in orgasm.

He stopped licking her long enough to say, "You have permission to come. When you do, call out my name. We're still doing TPE, but you have permission to use my name. And keep counting. You still remember how many orgasms you had last night, don't you?"

"Seven, Master," she answered breathily.

"Good girl," he replied and resumed licking her. He played with her asshole as he sucked her clit. He added two fingers from his other hand to pump her vagina while he sucked harder.

"Oooh, Christian! Eight! That's eight, Master! Oh, God!"

Without giving her any time to recover, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and slid home to the promised land. Damn, she felt good.

A couple of minutes of hard fucking later, Anastasia cried out, "Please… I can't… May I come again… Master?"

"You may," he answered. "Keep counting, and keep calling my name when you come."

"Nine, Christian!" she responded almost immediately. "Thank you, Master!"

He was so damn pleased with her. And he was going to come, too. Christian was thankful once again that she was on birth control as he hated wearing condoms, and he didn't have time to pull out. Besides, he loved the feeling of coming inside her almost as much as he loved covering her tits in his cum.

Trusting in the almost 100% reliability rate of her IUD, Christian decided he'd keep her full of his cum this morning. While they were still recovering from their explosive orgasms, he got the same vibrator that they'd used the previous night and pushed it into her cunt. He did not turn it on yet.

"Please, Sir," Anastasia pleaded tiredly. "I need to…"

"I know, sweetness," Christian said, realizing she'd reached her limit before she needed to say so. "This isn't for now. It's for later. I want you to wear it while you work this morning. You'll be in my library, and I'll be in my office, but I'll make sure you know I haven't forgotten about you."

Anastasia nodded in agreement. She liked the idea of kink at work and looked forward to being played with later. Knowing Christian, he would leave the vibrator off until she thought he'd forgotten, and then he'd surprise her when she least expected it. Hopefully he'd wait until she wasn't in the middle of a call, but she knew to expect anything, and the not knowing when he'd do it was part of the fun. It was one of her favorite things about submission.

They got up and went into the bathroom together. Anastasia was careful to keep the vibrator in place as she peed, and then she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Getting ready with Christian felt more normal than it had at first. Yes, it was very domestic, and it was exactly what she wanted.

Christian hadn't realized he wanted this kind of intimacy with anyone, but now that he had it, he didn't think he could live without it. He felt ready to make Anastasia his, but they still had more than five months before they'd make it official. Did he really want to wait that long?

Once their teeth and faces were clean, they went into Christian's walk-in closet where he dressed both of them. First, he took a thin light pink turtleneck sweater and put it over Anastasia's head.

"No bra for you today," he said. "Ah, yes. Perfect. I can see your pretty pink nipples. Just the way I like it."

Anastasia glanced at herself in the mirror and noticed how thin and snug the pale pink sweater was. It was almost sheer. Her breasts were outlined by the snug fabric, so much so that at first glance, she looked nude. But she loved how the soft fabric felt on her still sore nipples. She'd have to be careful if she had any work video calls that nobody could see her breasts.

"Is anyone from your office going to come meet with you in person today, or are all of your meetings going to be via video calls?" Christian asked.

"I don't expect anyone to need to see me in person," Anastasia replied. I should be able to handle everything by phone calls and emails. I only have one video call scheduled, but that could change."

If it does, if anybody shows up here in person, put on this jacket before they arrive," Christian instructed. He took the pencil skirt that matched the designer jacket. Shit, Anastasia thought to herself, these clothes were expensive, but oh so nice. She wasn't complaining, even silently. She'd known when she agreed to sign the contract that Christian would be buying her expensive things.

"No panties either," Christian said as he helped her into the pencil skirt, zipping it up for her. It hugged her ass perfectly. He couldn't keep his hands off her. "You look good enough to eat," he told her.

"I'm always ready for that, Master," Anastasia responded with a smirk.

He smirked back at her but didn't respond. Instead, he continued. "No stockings, even though I find them very sexy. But today I want you bare. No shoes either." He adjusted the neck of her sweater so that her collar was completely covered. "When you have a video call, go to the bathroom beforehand and make sure your turtleneck is adjusted like this."

Anastasia looked at herself in the mirror, surprised that the sweater completely covered her collar. Yes, it was a turtleneck, but it was so thin she half expected the collar to show through it.

"Why don't you do your hair and makeup like you normally would while I get dressed," Christian suggested. Anastasia recognized that it wasn't a suggestion. She silently returned to Christian's bathroom and sat down at the vanity where she did her makeup. A couple of minutes later, he joined her, fully dressed in his usual power suit. This one was navy with a charcoal gray tie. But his feet were bare, like hers.

"Unlike you, I have several video calls today," Christian told her. "With any luck, we're closing a deal in New Jersey. It sure would be nice to not have to fly there, especially right now with all the shit that's going on with the media. Don't forget your pink lip gloss."

Anastasia silently put on the lip gloss she knew he loved. When her lips were perfectly pink, she blew him a kiss. That wasn't good enough for Christian. He pulled her to her feet and planted a kiss on her lips, massaging her ass as he did. Then, he didn't release her hand as he headed towards the bedroom door.

"Wait, I haven't done my hair yet," Anastasia said.

"Your hair looks great," he told her without releasing her hand. "Come on. We need to eat before my first video call."

She obeyed, and they went into the kitchen, where Gail was plating omelettes for both of them. Anastasia felt self-conscious about her revealing sweater. Despite being a turtleneck, her breasts were on display. Gail, as always, was completely professional.

"The toast is still in the toaster, but it should be done in less than a minute," Gail told them. "Would you like some orange juice, Ms. Steele?"

Anastasia replied, "No, thank you, just tea, which I can see you've already got ready."

"Just waiting for the kettle to boil," Gail responded. As if on cue, the kettle began to whistle, and Gail poured the boiling water into Anastasia's teapot. Immediately, she poured a cup of coffee for Christian and placed it in front of him. Christian's eyes were glued to his phone, but he reached out and picked up the cup, taking a sip of hot coffee as he continued to read his messages.

As she ate her omelette and toast, Anastasia checked her own email. She was surprised to see a message from Maverick Conway, her former editor-in-chief who had left only about a month ago. He wanted to talk to her today if possible. She responded with a time for him to call, wondering what was going on with him.

When they finished breakfast, Christian walked Anastasia to his library, where he had rearranged the furniture just to make it a more comfortable workspace for her. "Enjoy your morning, Princess. When you have time for a break, come visit me in my office. If I'm busy, I'll still enjoy seeing you. At some point, I'll definitely take a break and give you some well-deserved attention.

Anastasia looked forward to the kind of attention she knew he was promising.