POV Ana Hmm... I'm hot, insanely hot. I try to get rid of the heat, but it gets worse. I open my eyes and see Robert, who is sleeping peacefully next to me and squeezing my waist. I smile and reach for him, De Niro shudders and opens his eyes. "Well, hi," he whispers and hugs me. "Hi," I smile and let him be on top. He gently caresses my body and begins to take off my clothes. "Oh, what time is it?" I ask. "Ten in the morning," the man purrs, reaching for my bra. "What the fuck? De Niro, you bitch! I was late for the first two classes because of you." I push him to the floor and stand up abruptly. "You came, lay down and fell asleep, and now you blame me for oversleeping. You have your priorities wrong, Miss Still, - De Niro gets up from the floor and walks towards me. - Why do you need to study, you have me. Your mentor in sex. He hugs me and takes off my bra again. - Are you only interested in my body? - I feel slightly hurt. - Ana, damn, I missed you. I thought you wouldn't come back to me. I posed for a photo call in Berlin and thought about you, drank wine with German journalists and remembered your impudent speeches. - Robert lowers his eyes. - Forgive me for what happened in the car. I'm a jealous idiot. - In Berlin... what were you doing there and with whom? - I ask. - I was there with Matt Damon, promoting my film The Good Shepherd. It's a spy drama from the Cold War. It hasn't been released yet. The premiere is scheduled for March. I can book you an invitation. We'll go together as a couple, he whispers. "I'm 18, I forgot. They won't understand us, but I'd like to go. With my parents and the girls... Jose and Jack love spy stuff, "I say. He kisses me and nods. We fall onto the couch and he studies my body with his hands. "I'll book seven tickets for you. I'll meet your parents while I'm at it, too, "De Niro kisses me tenderly. "I have to go to school, "I say, taking off his shirt. "Fuck your school, you'll copy it all from your girlfriends later, "Robert lifts my dress and pulls down my panties. "No, Rob, don't fuck. I want to be a full-fledged member of society, I want to help those in trouble. And for that, I need knowledge. I'll be at your place on Friday night and then you can fuck me in the most perverted ways, - I slip out from under him and tidy myself up. I'm still angry about what happened in the car and I don't want to just lie down on my back at Robert's first order. Yes, I'm his sub, yes, I follow the terms of the agreement, but now I want to go to school and think a little about his offer to go to the premiere together. - Ana, I can bring the rods, - De Niro hisses and squeezes my hand. - I've heard that somewhere before, - I chuckle and reach into my briefcase for the gift. It's beautifully wrapped, and I tremble as I hand it to Robert. He raises his eyebrows questioningly and opens it. - Baby, how much is this? - He's shocked, and so am I, we're standing close, and his face is wet with tears. He's shocked. — That none of your subs have ever given you gifts? — I ask and stroke his face. He shakes his head and takes out cufflinks and a tie clasp. — They are beautiful, Ana. Thank you, — he kisses me and lifts me off the ground. — We have an hour, and then literature. It is taught by our class teacher, Miss Blancher, — I whisper when he puts me on the couch. His hands carefully explore my body, his gaze sinks into the depths of his gentle brown eyes. The first thrusts are gentle and breathe love. I watch with pleasure how a strict, powerful dominant becomes a gentle boy in love. There is no greater pleasure in the world than touching his bloodless lips with my lips, caressing his hot rough skin, listening to his strange purring and feeling needed and beautiful. After sex, we lay and chatted about everything under the sun. I looked at the chicken and pasta on the table. "I made it for you myself. Anne helped me a little," I mutter and smile. "Do you think it tastes good reheated?" We grab our plates and head to the kitchen. Robert heats up the food in the microwave and I set the table. Hathaway appears and approaches Robert. I notice that she is scared and her hands are shaking as she pours him coffee. Suddenly she pours too much milk and it spills onto the tablecloth. "Clumsy girl," Robert growls and slaps Anne in the face.