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And now DOOR NUMBER THREE...
Just the thought of what could be behind door number three had my interest piqued. Ana is always surprising me, always. She was this odd blend of innocence and intrigue. I would never be able to figure her out, a hundred years could pass and I would still be in shock and awe of the words that fall out of her smart perfect mouth.
My jeans feel tight and uncomfortable; my cock is yearning to be free. Just looking at her I harden but then she speaks and I lose my fucking mind. The control I have to maintain just be stand beside her astounds me. She has bewitched me in a way that I never saw coming.
"Door number three?" I see her face change, she has spoken out of turn and has no idea what she wants door number three to be, her innocence coming into play once again. I see her cheeks flush with arousal or embarrassment I am not sure which and then in a flash the idea comes to her. I slick smiles spreads across her face and I can only imagine what she is going to say next.
"Well… You want to spank me, and this gives me pause. I don't understand this need in you to cause me pain. It just makes no rational sense to me. I have thought about this over and over you see…" She pauses and bites her lower lip and I exhale almost angry. I just want to bury myself inside of this woman, I want to feel her and hear her come as she calls out my name. That is what I want more than anything, but her pain… that is something I need and she is right it makes no rational sense.
"But then it came to me, what this is between you and I well it's not rational Christian… It is a complete fucking mystery. There is no rational reason that I should feel how I do for you?"
"And how do you feel about me Ana?" She pauses for a moment, clasping her hands together like she is about to pray and presses them to her lower lip. She is thinking about what she is going to say and it is pissing me off, how she clams up. "You said we couldn't pretend anymore Ana. How do you feel?"
Her clasped hands fall into her lap and I feel a twinge of jealousy of them. She takes a deep breath and then says the words I didn't know I needed to hear until she says them.
"I love you Christian. I love you..." She cocks her head at me, waiting for me to speak. I want to tell her what I am feeling but somehow the words are stuck in the back of my throat.
"I know you love me too… Even if you can't say it. I know. I feel it in everything you do for me, with me… even to me. I feel it."
I sit there stunned and slightly shamed by my brave beautiful girl, she had never looked lovelier to me as she does in the very moment. I rest my hands over hers and this current passes through our bodies and I am not sure if I can think this for much longer.
"So door number three…I can't go into the red room with you, it feels haunted somehow… But you can bring the red room to your bedroom, a place that is known only to me." She won't look at me as she speaks, her eyes fixed on our combined hands. She is of course right the red room is haunted, even I can feel it and it is the one place in the world I feel most like myself. Well, no… I feel the most like myself when I am with Ana…
"Ana are you sure… This is a dark path I am taking you down?"
"It is the path you are on; it is the path I will follow." Her eyes fill with tears and I wrapped her up into my arms, pulling her to my body. Ignoring the twinge of panic and pain I feel. I place my forefinger under her chin raising her eyes to meet mine and wipe away an errant tear; I resist the urge to lick it off the pad of my thumb.
"Ana, you astound me. I am astounded." I attack her lips with my own, they part for me and I trail my tongue along hers. Tasting her again, it has been two days since I have had her. Two long, hard days. She moans out a semblance of my name, and I lose all ability to think clearly. I pull away from her, and stand quickly. She looks up at me, her lips swollen from my kiss her breast heaving. I extend both of my hands to her and she slips hers in mine without thought or question. I feel this small surge of joy and pull her off the floor in one swift motion.
She is right of course, my room has only been known to her, and something inside of my black soul tells me she is the only one it will ever be known to. The idea makes me smile and shutter in equal measure. This perfect creature loves me, and she shouldn't. She should run away from me, far and fast. My desire to protect her and push her away is only eclipsed by this deep unabashed desire to keep her, to make her mine. She is so different than any women I have ever met. And meeting women has never been an issue; they are so blinded by the package they don't care what is on the inside. But Ana, she sees me, she knows how fucked up I am. At least she suspects, she will never really know. But she refuses to run, she wants to know more. And I want to tell more. I want her to know me, I want her to understand but I know that she will leave if I do. One day I will have to decide what means more to me… Ana's needs or mine… What is happening to me?
"Chris are you ok?" She runs her fingers over my cheek bringing me back into the moment.
"Yes baby of course. Bedroom. Come."
My heart is beating a million miles per second, I have just told him to bring the red room to his bedroom. I can't believe those words fell from my mouth but I want to please him. Give him what he needs but in a way that I can still look at myself the mirror next day.
We are back in his bedroom and he is just looking at me, and for a moment I am not sure he is going to take me up on my offer. I am half hoping he won't. Then this wicked smile spreads across his face and I know he will. My body clenches, my core throbbing and by body tight with fear and carnal anticipation.
"Ana, I will be right back. I want you to take of all of your clothes with the exception of your panties and kneel beside the bed with your head down. Can you do that baby?"
My mouth goes dry, and my breath quickens. I just nod and I blush under his gaze.
"Good girl…" His voice is low and seductive. I watch him walk out of the room and when he is out of sight I start to freak out. I remove my shirt and pants with shaky hands and can barely manage to unclasp my bra.
Get it together Steele. My inner goddess is shouting at me, the smug bitch. She is the one who got me into this mess.
I gracelessly kneel like I was told and try to take a few deep breaths. I keep my head down and then see Christian's delectable feet in front of me, the ragged edges of his jeans trailing on the floor.
"Ana, I am doing this because you said you wanted me to. If that changes at any point you safe word. The safe word is red, do you understand?" I nod twice not sure if I should speak or not.
"Ana, do you understand?" The tone of his voice has changed, it is deeper and forceful.
"Yes." I manage to squeak out.
"You will call me Sir… when we are like this Ana, you will call me Sir."
"Yes Sir." I am finding my voice again and it is tinged with a bit of annoyance. I resist the urge to look up at him, when he has told me to look at the floor.
"Ana, look at me." I slowly drag my eyes to his and I gasp. His arms are crossed against his chest, his body is flexed and nostrils flared, so serious. He looks funny, sexy but funny and I have no poker face.
"Is something funny?" His voice drips anger and that only fuels my giggle.
"No, Sir." I stifle a laugh and keep my eyes planted to the floor. I feel like I have just been sent to the principal's office. I press my lips together, and exhale deeply through my nose.
"Ana, stand up. I will give you something to laugh about." Suddenly it hits my consciousness, this is going to happen. I am going to allow Christian to hit me. I stand before him, and look him in the eye.
"Give me your hands Ana." I do as I am told and he wraps my wrists up with a leather cord, tying them tightly, very tightly. My heart is fluttering in my chest and I feel this quiver in my belly as I feel my arousal start to seep out of me. I am stunned by this fact, I am enjoying this. He holds in the palm of his hand two silver balls head together by a thick black cord and I can feel my eyes widen.
"I want you to bend over on the bed, arms over your head, belly flat, feet on the floor, legs spread wide. Then I am going to insert these in you one by one." I pause for a second, looking at him, then the balls and then finally the bed. "Ana, NOW."
I do as I am told, the position is awkward, but I am awkward so I am so very used to feeling like this. I shift my weight trying to get my bearings and then I feel the gentle touch of his fingers trailing along my back.
"Your skin is so flawless, Ana. So pale and perfect." His fingers slide under my panties and pull them down over my hips, stretching them the around my separated knees. He rubs his palm over my ass softly and then I feel his lips kissing the small of my back. He sits on the bed beside me, and lays his arm across my back applying an uncomfortable pressure and a surge goes through my entire body. He inserts one of his long fingers inside of me and I literally melt against him.
"Baby you are so wet already… You like this don't you?" Do like this? I was feeling so many things, fear, anticipation, a wanting and a yearning that I was not expecting and then at the same time I was feeling shame, a level of debasement that I didn't even think was possible. Before I could make up my mind I felt the cold push of the first silver ball and then the second and this strange sensation took hold of me.
"Ana, I am going to slap you five times. I want you to count out loud." And then without further warning I feel the snap of pain against my ass. The pain is secondary as the balls shift sharply in my body, and I clench around him. This amazing sensation takes hold and then he is caressing me softly in the same place he has inflicted pain.
"One…" I say breathlessly and then he hits me again this time lower and I cry out. The balls feel heavy as they shoot further into me. "Two…"
I can hear his ragged breath, as he gently rubs me once again and hits me again. The force of his slap and then his gentle touch is so confusing and my mind is racing and I can't keep a thought in my head other than the fact that I have to keep counting.
"Three…" He does it once more and I grit my teeth to stifle my scream, his hits are getting harder and my ass is stinging and burning but my core wants more. The balls are a revelation and I try to stretch my back but he holds me in place and then slaps me again. This time the pain is immense and over shadows any pleasure and I can't help but cry out.
"Four…" My voice is small now, and he is back to gently rubbing my flesh over and over is sweeping circular patterns. I am so confused I love and hate this, and at this moment I am feeling the same way about Christian. He slaps me for the final time, a mind bending slap and I clench tightly, shocked that I can feel myself starting to come. I quickly relax, halting my own orgasm, horrified.
"Five." I am panting now, I feel like I have left my body. These five slaps have changed something in me, as I push the idea of shame out of my mind. All I want now is Christian inside of me. As if he is reading my mind he pulls the balls out and the sensation is unreal.
"You did very well baby…" His voice is husky and thick, I have pleased him and that makes me want him all the more. He releases his grip on me, and flips me over. He is standing over me and I watch him strip out of his jeans, wearing nothing underneath his erection springs free and I gasp. Something in his demeanor shifts as he leans over me and unties my hands, gently rubbing my wrists, and then running his lips over my knuckles. I am breathless, full of want and need, a mess of confusion. And then he does the most unexpected thing possible.
"Baby, I want you on top ok?" He pulls me up gently; I am standing before him, his erection pressing into my belly. He kisses my forehead gently, turns to the end table and pulls out a foil packet. He sits on the bed, his back against his large driftwood headboard, his long lean legs stretched out against him and motions for me to join him. There is something in the air that surrounds us and I know that this moment and all the moments that follow will only be known to me and Christian. I climb up on the bed as he rolls the condom over his awe inspiring member and slowly I slide over him, taking all of him inside. We moan in tandem, I feel so full, so exactly where I am supposed to be. Our eyes are locked as we slowly move together, my hands gripping to the headboard behind him to keep steady. He reaches behind his head, takes my left hand and places it directly on his chest over his heart. I freeze, all motion stops; I am touching him in the forbidden zone. I can see the pain on his face, the discomfort, his eyes shut tight. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, locking them with mine.
"Ana…I love you…" I cannot believe what is happening and then his words level me, I am shattered as the tears of hope and joy well up in my eyes, the back of my throat burning.
"I love you too…" He smiles the smallest smile and then removes my other hand from the headboard and it too has a place on his chest.
He has taken his control back, as the look of pain leaves his face and he starts to move inside of me once more. I match him thrust for thrust, the hairs on this thighs rubbing against the sore over sensitized skin on my behind, and somehow that feeling brings me to the edge that much quicker. Everything becomes a mess of moans and thrusts, as my body breaks apart and I scream out his name unable to stop myself. My undoing causes his, and he thrusts into me once more, emptying himself calling out my name.
