Ok... wow... last 2 chapters ruffled some feathers... I am so happy you guys are that invested in my story... Even the ones who were less than thrilled... I hope you like this one... if not i am sure you will let me know...
Posing an inspiration song on facebook to play while you ready! Enjoy! Sweet Nothing Florence Welch and Calvin Harris...
Ana was sitting there, taking small measured sips of her champagne. Her legs were crossed in her impossibly short dress and I wondered if she wore it for him or for me. Jealousy was a new emotion for me, with my subs there was a contract, clear cut guidelines to follow and obey. It was simple really; they were mine, no questions no uncertainly. They were mine. Ana said she was mine but she wasn't really, no contract would ever make that a certainty.
My mind kept flashing back to her wrapped up in his arms, her lips moving with his. It played over and over in my head and my third scotch was not helping. I knew what I needed, what would cure me. I needed Ana on her knees, head down. I needed her to ask my permission to speak. I needed to bend her over the bench in my playroom; I needed her to count as I beat her soft white ass fifty shade of red. I wanted to fuck and not let her come. Deny her the one thing she wanted even if she begged and she would beg. I wanted to drive her as crazy as she was making me. That is what I wanted, that is what I needed.
She looked so tense, and maybe even a little broken and again was it about me or him, I couldn't tell. My stomach knotted up when she looked at me, her mouth curling up into a small smile as her eyes filled up with tears. She shook her head and took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry. She was stubborn, that was for damn sure.
"Come on Ana lets go dance!" Kate shouted and grabbed Ana by the elbow pulling her out of the booth. For a small thing she had the strength of two men.
The music was loud and pumped through me as I watched Ana and Kate dance together. Kate started doing this strange movement that resembled a drunken chicken. It must have been an inside joke because Ana burst into a fit of laughter and started doing it too. Elliott laughed and I suddenly felt like I was the outsider.
"Who would have thought…our girls would have been best friends…Life has a funny way of working out…"
"That it does Elliott." I took a long sip from my glass, my eyes fixed on the shimmer of Ana's dress, hugging the curves of her body. "And I am not sure if she is my girl…"
"So I take it you guys didn't work it all out?"
"We did not." I could feel the tension in my neck. I cracked it from side to side. "Not more than an hour ago her tongue was in another man's mouth Elliott. I know in the crowd you run with that is not a big deal but to me it is everything."
"God you are such a drama queen, are you sure you're not gay!?"
"Fuck you Elliott, if memory serves you are the one who plays for both sides." His eyes shot up in surprise and then he just chuckled. It was such an Elliott response. Nothing ever really got to him. It was fucking annoying.
"Give the girl a break…"
"Elliott stay out of it!"
"Hey don't bark at me. I am not on your payroll…All I am saying is that you are her first… well everything right?" Now it was my turn for wide eye. This is why I liked a signed NDA. I hated the details of my life seeping out into the public or even worse to my family.
"That is really none of your fucking business."
"Whatever…You just want to be mad…You can sit here and stew all you fucking want… ALONE…I am going to go dance with the two hottest chicks in this place." He tipped back the rest of his glass, slamming it on the table and sauntered over to Kate's eager open arms, swooping up Ana into the mix. I watched the trio dance for a few songs, laughing and making fools of themselves. For the first time since I met her, Ana looked like a twenty two year old girl. She looks care free and happy. I guess she was that way before she met me.
The song changed and a haunting voice filled the club, with a strong beat and Kate and Elliot separated from Ana, wrapping their bodies around one another.
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
Ana moved deeper into the crowd so that I had to crane my head to see her moving to the music, a smile on her face, singing along to the music throwing her head back and forth, her hands up in the air.
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
She ignored the crowd around her, the watchful eye of men and women on the dance floor and then her eye caught mine and I knew this was all for me.
I made my way through the crowd, laser focus on Ana. My hands aching to touch her, to feel her skin, her heat.
It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause
I've swallow every single word
And
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
The closer I got the slower her movement, her hips making small circles, rolling like waves in the ocean and then the music picked up a beat and she was thrashing around once more.
And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When, we both know the words are empty air
You give me nothing
Fuck she was gorgeous and she was mine.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my core to his. Christian took control of my body, my movements and god could he dance. His eyes fixed on mine, his hands on my ass as we grinded together, my fingers knotted in his hair. The crowd around us, the heat and sweat from all the bodies, the unrelenting pounding beat music. I wanted him to fuck me right there on the dance floor. I stood on my tip toes, leaning as close to him as possible. He needed to forgive me, I couldn't bare the thought that I had hurt him, that I was responsible for a single second of his pain.
"Christian…" His eyes were wild, with anger and I knew he wanted to fuck me too. He spun me around quickly, my back to his front. I panted as he grinded his cock into my ass, his one hand pressing into my belly. His other hand around my shoulders, his thumb caressing my collarbone and I gave myself over, the music slowing down and new beat. I felt his lips on the base of my neck and a chill went through my body, I reached my hands back, grasping at his ass pulling it harder against me. He growls in my ear and then I feel his teeth pull on my lobe. He drags me through the sea of people and I feel like the seas part for him. He know the place well and in a few steps we are standing in a small dark hallway that leads to the back alley. My heart is thumping in my chest as he pushes me against the wall, my ass facing him. He places my arms fully extended flush against the wall, so my body resembles a cross.
"Ana, don't move, not a muscle. Tell me you understand."
"I do…I understand." I take in a large gulp of air as I feel his hands lift the hem of my dress to my hips, and then pulls my panties down to my ankles.
"Spread your legs…" I awkwardly shuffle my legs apart and before I have a chance to balance myself he pulls my hips away from the wall and is slamming into me from behind. His rhythm is furious, frantic and I can feel myself tighten around him as he is reclaiming me. His fingers find their way to my clit, rubbing my in large hard circles.
"I am going to allow you to come Ana…because I know you need it…Let go…" Everything falls away, as he pounds into me over and over, I scream out unable to contain myself as my orgasm rips my body in half. Christian quickly follows, I can feel his quickened breath in my hair and he lets out a low haunting groan, pushing into me once more.
He peels his body off of mine, removing the condom I didn't even realizing he used, tying a quick knot and shoving it into his pocket. He pulls my panties back into place and fixes my dress line nothing happened.
"Ana, it's time to go." We are back on the dance floor and he finds Elliott in the crowd. He releases my hand and the moment he is separated from my body the fear sets in. I have no idea what is about to happen, I know we are going to fight; I can feel it like a summer storm brewing off in the distance. I know he wants to hurt me, and not like the night with the silver balls. This was going to something different. I had foolishly googled.
"Taylor. Escala and put in your ear buds."
"Yes, of course sir." Taylor and I locked eyes in the rearview and I could see the pity there.
"Ana, I am trying to understand… I really am…but I can't… if I can't trust you…"
"I can't let you beat me…punish me… whatever you call it…I can't." I sat there silently staring ahead, knowing she was right. As much as I needed to punish her, I didn't want to. Not in a really way. Her hands were knotted in her lap, the tips of her finger bright red. I knew in that moment that we were at a fork in the road. We were going to move forward or go our separate ways.
"I know, I don't think I could even if I really wanted to…I don't know what to do here Ana… if we had a contract I would simply terminate it and send you on your way…"
"Is that what you want?" It was a good question, was that what I really wanted. Could one kiss have the power to destroy everything I felt and would feel for Ana?
"No…That is not what want…try and make me understand… I just …"
"He was leaving…My mom is in Georgia… My dad is in Portland… All I have is Kate and Jose… that's it… no siblings… no family really… Kate has Ethan and her parents… but Jose he was in the same boat I was… and now he is gone…I just wanted him to stay… everything is changing…I was drinking… I was scared and sad and I made a huge mistake… I just don't want to be alone I guess."
"Ana, you have me…"
"No I don't, because the first sign of trouble and you were walking away… and you were really quick to remind me that you made no promises to stay…" My words were coming back to haunt me, Ana was more fragile then I even realized and we shared one very potent fear in common. Abandonment. Flynn was going to have a field day.
"Ana, look at me." Her blue eyes are swollen and red, she looks exhausted and in dire need of some reassurance. "I promise that I will never leave you…Do you understand me…" She nods holding back tears and then she hurls herself on to my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. I inhale deeply, he scent making me crazy. I want to kiss her, but I still can't and I know she can sense it. She makes no effort to bring her mouth to mine, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. I run my hands over her hair and gently rock her body against mine, soothing and lulling her until she fell asleep in my arms.
