MEET AND GREET
CHAPTER VII
I woke up as the morning sunlight
from the Seattle skyline reached my eyes through my bedroom windows. But what
woke me up first was the absence of Anastasia from my bed. As the realization
of her absence dawns on me, I sit upright in my bed. Has she gone without
telling me? Where would she go? I look around and locate her clothes, and find
myself breathing a sigh of relief. How
could I get used to her presence in my bed just by having her sleep with me twice?
Oddly, I haven’t had nightmares about the crack whore and her pimp both times.
Is it a fluke? I feel so much better, relaxed, and happy. Damn! She’s already
gotten under my skin. I feel the urge to go and find and hold her. I slowly get
up; put my pajama bottoms on, I still have my t-shirt on that I slept in. I
locate her in the kitchen, making breakfast, with my iPod in the shirt pocket,
ear buds plugged in her ears dancing away and cooking. Such joyful sight to
behold! I’m completely enamored. I slowly make my way to one of the barstools,
and sit watching her. She is completely unaware of my presence. She is in one of
my t-shirts, bare foot, and she’s sporting a pair of pigtails making her look
even younger and more innocent! I
inwardly gasp... The sight of her carefree dancing while whisking eggs and
cooking bacon brings out a feeling of hominess, and oddly a sense of comfort
in me... of her belonging in my kitchen with her bare foot, with her just fucked
hair, and her youthful energy.
When she sees me sitting on the bar
stool she freezes in her place, flushing. Then she gulps gathering herself, and
slowly takes the ear buds off her ears. He innocent reaction does something to
me, I want to grin like an adolescent boy.
“Good morning Miss Steele. You look
very energetic this morning,” I say dryly correctly attributing it to our bed tango last night. (← Spanish Tango from Zorro)
“I just slept well,” she stutters
with a hidden smile. So, I am right!
“I can’t imagine why,” I say
pausing and remembering what a relaxing sleep I’ve had, “So did I after I came
back to bed,” I say still confused about it.
“Are you hungry?” she says, and
this simple question by this beautiful innocent girl bare foot and in my
t-shirt just brings up such powerful emotions in me I didn’t know I had. I
can’t name them; they’re completely new to me. She has awakened all these
foreign emotions in me I never knew I had, and they come to the surface with one
of her looks, or her innocent questions, or just a simple touch. What is it about her that draws me? (← Hey Soul Sister by
Train)
All I can manage is to say, “Very,”
to her with an intense gaze, though the hunger I have is for her. She blushes.
“Bacon and eggs, and pancakes?” she
asks shyly.
“Sounds great,” I manage to say.
All of a sudden she is looking
around with barely contained desperation and flustered, “Uhm, I don’t know my
way around your kitchen. Where do you keep your placemats?” she asks.
I smile, “I’ll do that while you
cook. Would you like some music to continue your... err... dancing?”
She’s changing colors from crimson
to puce looking at her knotted fingers. Then to make herself look occupied
starts beating the eggs with a renewed purpose channeling all her energy into
her task. It’s both amusing and incredibly hot to see her like that. I can’t
help it but move closer to her and gently pull her pigtails.
“I love these,” I whisper, but with
all the desire building up in me, a pair of girlie pigtails will not protect
her from me, “but they won’t protect you,” I say into her ear. I’m dangerous to her. (← Dangerous by
Michael Jackson) I hear a gasp as her
whisking hand momentarily pauses.
“How would you like your eggs?” she
asks tartly, and I smile.
“Thoroughly whisked and beaten,” I
say, teasing her with a smirk. She tries to hide her smile. I find the drawer
where Mrs. Jones, my housekeeper keeps the place mats, and take out two black
place mats and place them on the breakfast bar. I watch her on my peripheral
vision pouring eggs and turning the bacon over on the grill. God! Why is that
so hot? My woman in my kitchen!
I pour orange juice for both of us
and start making coffee for myself. But she likes tea.
“Anastasia, would you like some
tea?”
“Yes please, if you have some,” she
responds.
When I reach into the cupboard to
pull out some Twinings English Breakfast tea, she narrows her eyes, and purses
her lips. “Bit of a foregone conclusion, wasn’t I?” she asks.
“Are you? I’m not sure we’ve
concluded anything yet Miss Steele,” I murmur. My contract is still standing
unexplored, still subject to be signed, and we just changed the perimeters a
little by our recent tryst. But there is still so much to go through my mind
wonders. Negotiations are still open. She looks momentarily confused with my
remark, but says nothing and turns to the refrigerator to bring out the maple
syrup. When she turns, she sees me standing by the breakfast bar and waiting
for her.
“Anastasia,” I motion her to one of
the bar stools.
“Christian,” she nods, and climbs
up on the stool but not before I notice her wincing. That sight makes me
incredibly aroused. Yes baby! That’s where I’ve been, and I’ve claimed you. All
me! I’ve never had a feeling of proprietorship of this sort before. This is
another first for me.
“Just how sore are you?” I find
myself asking as I sit next to her, my eyes dark with desire. She blushes, and
changes colors, finally narrows her eyes. God! Why is her reaction so hot? But
she still answers me a little irritated by my intimate question. I want to be her first and her last. (← Save the Last Dance for Me by Drifter)
“Well Mr. Grey,” she snaps, “I’ve
nothing to compare the feeling to, no reference points,” she glares at me, but
her demeanor changes to sweet and adds, “would you like to offer your personal
commiserations?” She is sweet, and hot, and playful, and all mine. I try to
stifle a smile, but it’s too hard to do with her proximity.
“No,” I answer, and add with desire
in my voice and eyes, “I was wondering if we should continue with your basic
training.”
Her fork stalls in the mid-air, she
stares at me in astonishment, her breathing stalled, eyes wide, barely making
an audible gasp of “oh!” God! Will I ever get enough of her surprising responses?
She’s immobile. I coax her, “eat,
Anastasia.” She continues to stare at me with a different kind of hunger. She
wants me. But I love to build expectation. The end result is so much better for
both of us.
“This is delicious by the way,” I
say indicating more than the omelet she’s made, grinning at her. She takes a
bite of hers, her eyes on me, hardly eating, and absently biting that
delectable lip again. Argh! I can’t take it, “Please stop biting your lip
Anastasia. It’s very distracting. And since I know you’re not wearing anything under my t-shirt, I am beyond distracted,” I growl. (← Sway by Michael
Buble)
She frees her lip from the
captivity of her teeth, and I sigh. She takes her tea bag out of the wrapper
and dunks it into the hot water in her tea cup taking it out momentarily.
Without taking her eyes from her
teacup, she asks in an excited high voice she is barely able to disguise, “Uhm,
what kind of basic training are we talking about?” I can feel her breathing
increases, and though she tries to sound nonchalant, and disinterested, I can
feel the heat rising between us. She rubs her legs together absently, tightening
and pressing into each other to suppress her rising passion, and I know she is
feeling a pull in her groin. Her body is like a book for me to read which I got
to study very well in the past two days. I love that about her!
She tries to act natural and calm.
Stirs her tea, and raises it up to her lips to taste. Her eyes close briefly,
to collect herself. She doesn’t lower the teacup. It hovers in close proximity
of her lips. She lightly blows on her tea trying to distract her mind, and as
she reaches her lips back to her teacup again, I speak:
“Well,” I say, “since you are
sore,” remembering where I’ve been, my voice too rises with desire, “I thought
we could stick to oral skills.”
She chokes on her tea! When she
manages to collect herself she turns and stares at me with her beautiful blue
eyes wide, her mouth agape. Her reaction arouses me beyond belief, but I pat
her back till she stops choking, and pass her the orange juice to drink. I
don’t know what that reaction means exactly. Does she want to stay? Does she
want to leave? I hope she stays, but I don’t want to make her. It has to be her
decision. I need to confirm that, and add, “that is, only if yo wish to stay
Ana.”
She looks up at me trying to gauge
my expression. I don’t want to give anything away. I like her too much, and I
don’t want to influence her decision. I want her, and I want to be selfish, but
not when it comes to her. It has to be her decision, and not my influence.
I owe her that. She looks exasperated and frustrated without being able to read
me. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, and opens them again.
She finally speaks, “I’d like to
stay for today Christian. That is if it’s okay with you,” she says, going in
the same mode she was in last night, not wanting wear out her welcome her
face says. She adds, “But I have to go to work tomorrow.”
“What time do you need to be at
work?” I ask.
“Nine a.m.” she says.
“I can get you to work by nine
a.m.” I say. She frowns.
“I need to go home tonight, so I
can change. I don’t have any clean clothes here,” she says. I don’t want her to
go especially because of a non-issue like clothes. We can get her clothes here.
I can send Taylor to get her some right away should she so desire.
“We can get you some clothes here,”
I say not wanting her to leave tonight. I need her here. I want her here. I
desire her here. What the hell is wrong with me?
She’s mulling that over, but
worried about something. In goes her lips back into the captivity of her teeth
again. It’s too distracting for me. I reach and thug her chin and release her
lip. I know she is thinking and worried about something. I want to know. “What
is it?” I ask. I don’t do well with worry.
She closes her eyes and says, “I
need to be home this evening.”
I don’t like the idea. I don’t like
to be contradicted. But she hasn’t signed the contract to surrender her will
over to me, so I say nothing. My mouth a hard line in an effort to try to
conceal my anger and discomfort.
“Alright, this evening then,” I
acquiesce. “Please eat your breakfast,” I order. But she isn’t eating. She
doesn’t eat much, and that bothers me. I remind her that she hasn’t eaten last
night. She needs to eat her breakfast.
“I’m not hungry,” she whispers.
That will not do. I narrow my eyes on her focusing, and trying to exert, no,
force my will, “I really want you to finish your breakfast,” I enunciate. I
have hard time when people waste food when so many people around the world go
hungry. I was one of them. I can’t help it!
“What is it with you and food?” she
says exasperated. I scowl, my face changing.
“I have issues with wasted food
Anastasia! Eat, now!” I order. She turns to her food, and picks up her food,
starts eating, very slowly. Her effort makes me happy. She’s like a small child
sometimes. But, I’m glad that she hasn’t lived through what I have. I’m glad
she was never left hungry. My expression softens with sudden relief. I finish
my food before she does, and watch her eat. When she finally eats enough, I
pick her plate and clear it. I tell her that since she cooked, I would clear
even though it isn’t my style to do so. I find myself doing things I wouldn’t
normally do when I’m with her.
“When I’m done, we’ll take a bath,”
I tell her.
“Oh, okay,” she responds surprised.
When her cell phone rings, she answers the call.
“Hi,” she answers shyly, and walks
to the balcony for some privacy. My eyes follow her like a hawk, jealousy
rising in me. Is it the photographer? Or the fucker from the store, the owner’s
brother? My eyes narrow. I don’t share! But I hear the name, “Kate” from her.
It’s the roommate. I give a sigh of relief. But I want to make sure that she
doesn’t talk about us to her. I continue picking up the kitchen. She comes back
after her conversation is over. She’s hesitant. Does she want to go?
“Uhm, Christian? Does the uhm, NDA
cover everything?” Is she unhappy about something? My gaze narrows as I ask,
“why?” while still continuing with my task at hand. I close the pantry door
after putting away the tea, and turn to her to give my full attention.
“Because,” she sighs, “I have a few
questions,” lowering her gaze shy, “you know, about sex. And I was hoping to
ask Kate about ‘em.” She wrings her fingers and turns her hands over as if some
secret answer is written on them. My gaze softens, and I slowly tell her, “You
can ask me your questions Ana.” I want to be her only teacher. I can’t help it.
“Christian, I can’t... I mean, with all due respect...” she drifts looking away. She sighs.
“You’re too involved. I’ll just ask
about the mechanics. And I won’t mention the Red Room of Pain,” she says
quickly.
That surprises me. I never thought of my Playroom as a place for pain.
“Red Room of Pain? Is that what you
think of it? It’s mostly about pleasure Ana. Believe me,” I find myself saying.
She has misconceptions, and I feel they should be corrected. “Besides,” I say
knowing my tone is harsher, “your roommate is making the beast with two backs
with my brother. I’d rather you didn’t ask her.” I don’t want her running and
telling Elliot about our ‘arrangement’. I want to keep my private life private
even from my own family. It’s none of their business.
As if on cue, Anastasia asks, “Does your
family know about your... um, proclivity to...?” drifting off, finally adds,
“to your chosen lifestyle?”
“No. Of course not! It isn’t any of
their business.” I stroll over to her, and stand before her. If she has any
questions, I want to be the one to answer them. I want to be the only teacher,
only instructor, only participant, the only lover she has. I raise my hand and
caress her face with my fingers. She lowers her gaze again, and I want to see
those beautiful eyes. I want to know what she’s thinking. My fingers drift to
her chin and I lift her face up rather forcefully. I want her to look into my
eyes. I want us to be connected.
“What do you want to know
Anastasia?” I ask intently. I want to be the one to give her the answers. She
squirms under my gaze.
“Nothing in particular for the
moment,” she whispers barely audible.
“In that case, let me start by
asking you this question. How was last
night for you?” I want to know. Very, very badly. She’s my first virgin. First
vanilla. First in my bed. First just to sleep next to. First in my helicopter.
She is many firsts for me, and I want to know what she feels about me.
Profoundly... I’m anxious to know. My eyes are embers burning with intent and
full of desire.
She has awe in her eyes. She
whispers, “Good.” Her affirmation somehow pleases me and makes me happy. I feel
a smile creeping up on my lips, but I suppress it.
“Me too,” I murmur. “I’ve never had
vanilla sex before. It’s a lot more than I expected,” I say absently, “but
maybe, it’s because it was you. Because I was with you to experience it with.”
My fingers trail her chin, her jaw line finally stopping on her lower lip.
Her inhale is sharp and sweet. Desire builds up on me. I must have her again. Now!
“Come, let’s have a bath,” I say
leaning down and kissing her. I can feel the desire building up in her. Our
kiss deepens. Ugh. I have to have her. I pull her hand, saying, “Come with me.
Please...”
I pull her into my large master
bathroom. I leave her hand momentarily filling the large white stone designer
bath. It’s not just a bath, but it’s an egg shaped mission statement. I fill it
up with hot water, and pour some bath oil into the water. Once I’m done drawing
the bath, I stand and gaze at her, my eyes filled with desire for her. She, a
shy girl, her eyes cast on the floor once again. How enticing, and captivating
she is!
“Anastasia,” I say pulling her out
of her mood, and extend my hand to her. She’s by the doorway. Wary. Her arms
wrapped around herself protectively. Her blue eyes wide. My hand remains
extended to her. She slowly makes her way to me. Her breathing is shallow.
Finally comes before me and takes my hand. I walk her into the bathtub still in
my t-shirt.
“Turn around and face me,” I order
her softly. She does, and I sigh with this innocent beauty before me who is
biting her lip again. I groan with desire.
“Oh Ana, I know that lip is
delectable as I’ve tasted it and can’t get enough of it, but would you please
stop biting it? It’s so distracting.” I clench my teeth. Her gaze changes to
one of confusion. I sigh, “When you chew your lip, it makes me want to fuck you, and you’re still sore, okay?” (← Ring of Fire by
Joaquin Phoenix)
Her gasp is making me full of
desire, she released her lip, and her jaw drops open in shock with her eyes
wide. “Yeah!” I say with her expression, “that’s right! You got the picture!”
I take the iPod out of the breast
pocket of the t-shirt. Then I grasp the hem of the t-shirt and lift it off her
and toss it to the floor.
I gaze at her beautiful body.
“Birth of Venus” before me, more beautiful than Botticelli envisioned and
painted. She flushes redder than the Chinese flag staring down. I want her to
be comfortable with her body, not shy, and certainly not embarrassed. It’s a
body to be glorified, worshipped even like the Greek Goddess Aphrodite.
I pull her chin up forcing her to
look at me. “Hey,” I say softly. “You should never be embarrassed of your body.
You’re a very beautiful woman, a complete package. I hate to see you hanging
your head in shame. You have nothing, and no one to be ashamed of. Least of all
me. So, don’t. Okay?” I say softly.
I hold her hand, and sit her down. She
winces as her glorious derriere I’ve claimed last night merges into the water
remembers its experience, and making her slightly uncomfortable. Good! She’s sore. A reminder of
where I’ve been, and I’m the one who staked a claim on her. The warm water
finally soothes her, and she relaxes. I watch her every move, unable to do
anything else.
She finally gazes up and huskily
asks me, “Will you not join me Christian?” I smile. Oh, yes I will.
“Move forward,” I order, “I shall
join you,” I say. Gladly. I take my pajama pants off, taking my shirt off over
my head and climb in the bathtub. I sit behind her, and place my legs over hers
fixing her in place. I place my knees over hers placing my ankles inside
of her legs. Then I pull my legs apart which in return force her legs apart.
She gasps making me smile. My nose in her hair smelling her beautiful womanly
scent.
“You smell wonderful Ana,” I say
inhaling her deeply with desire building inside me.
Her body shakes with tremors with
her passion rising. I reach to a nearby shelf containing bath salt, body wash,
shampoo and bath oil. I take the body wash squirting some in my hand. I
then wet my other hand and rub my hands together creating a soft foaming
lather. I then close my hands around her neck and shoulders working my way
down. Massaging, and working my magic into her muscles. She arches her head
back in pleasure and moans under my touch, firming my erection. I smile with
desire for her.
“Do you like that?” I whisper in her ear.
“Hmm,” is the response I get,
completely laden with pleasure.
My finger expertly moved down to
her sides, her underarms washing, rubbing, gliding. My fingers work their way
to her breasts cupping and circling at first. Then I start kneading her nipples
first gently, then expertly elongating them in my fingers. I know she is sore
from last night, and I love to linger more, but I want to be everywhere all at
once. I slide my finger down to her belly and navel. She takes a sharp intake
of breath as her breathing gets faster. I can feel her hummingbird of a heart
trying to escape her chest. I can feel it on my own chest loud enough. It gives
me a jolt of pleasure as our connection provides a steady current of
electricity. My erection is on her back, a mighty length. She pushes herself
against it. She wants me. A lot! I can make her come like that. The thought
gives me a lot of ideas. I love teaching her! (← Sweet Child O’ Mine
by Guns ‘n Roses)
I take the washcloth, and squirt
body wash on it. She’s already panting, her hands grasping my thighs firmly
reminding me the way she clawed the sheets last night, and I’m filled with a
salacious desire for her. I slowly and purposefully take the washcloth to her
sex, and start rubbing her slowly through the washcloth. My fingers start
stimulating her through the washcloth. Her breath hitches and then gains speed
as if she can’t get enough air into her lungs. She is incredibly responsive to
my touch!
As the sensation builds she arches
her back, her head rolling on my chest, and her mouth O shape gasping for more.
I whisper, “feel it baby,” in her ear as my teeth graze her earlobe. She’s over
the top, begging, “Please... Christian!” her legs stiffening, her arched back
rigid trying to absorb and control the feeling, her approaching orgasm is my
cue to stop here with a smile, and breathe into her ear, “I think you got clean
enough,” she gasps. “What? Why? What are you stopping for?” she says making me
grin.
“Because,” I kiss her neck, “I have
other plans for you,” whispering into her ear.
“Now, turn around. I need washing
as well,” giving her a salacious grin. Time to do meet and greet. She turns and
faces me.
My erection is in my grasp, and I
see her mouth drops open seeing the size of my length.
“Anastasia,” I say, “I want you to
be well acquainted with my most favorite body part, on first name basis if you
will. I’m quite attached to this part of mine, and I want you to as well.”
Her slight movement laps the water around
my length which is substantially peaking its head above the water. She
swallows. Then she smiles mischievously
taking my breath away, taking the body wash squirts some into her palm. She
makes a show of lathering the soap in her hand; her lips are parted, breathing
heavily. And she bites her lip! Damn! Making me wanton and putty in her
inexperienced but desirous fingers. All of a sudden she reaches forward, and
places her hands around my arousal; her movements mirror my earlier movements
on my length. When her fingers close around me, my hands reach around hers, my
breath hitches in my throat, my eyes closing. When I open them again, I’m
desirous for her touch, hungry and yearning for her. My hands move along with hers, and when she
gets her movements down, I release my hands off hers.
“That’s right, baby,” I encourage
her. Her fingers move up and down, up and down gradually grasping my sex
tighter, making me groan. Fuck! She’s a fast learner, and she’s great! My head
tilts back, my eyes closes with pleasure. The next thing she does completely
shocks me. I feel her lips closing on my length and my head snaps up, my eyes
wide open in shock. She never ceases to amaze me, and shocks me at every turn.
One so young to do be so willing to learn and participate! I’m at an awe of
her. My mouth opens slightly with pleasure. My breathing accelerates. She leans
forward her eyes closed, her hair cascading over my manhood as her lips close
and continue to suck, her tongue running and brushing over my tip.
Oh God! I grip the sides of the
bathtub with all my strength, and yell, ”Whoa... Christ, Ana!”
She moves her head up and down,
sheathing my length to the hilt, completely shocking me! Fuck! Doesn’t she have
any gagging reflexes? She is fucking me with her mouth! That is beyond fucking
sexy! My eyes open, and my breathing is hard. She pushes me deeper and deeper,
and moves up and down. Her thighs are flush against my legs. My hands clench
and my legs tenses with pleasure.
“Oh... baby... This... Is...
Incredible...” I say. She shows her white teeth wrapped around my length
briefly and sheaths it all the way, making me gasp, “Jesus Christ, Ana! How
deep can you go?” I whisper.
She comes back up and her tongue expertly, expertly licks and swirls around my tip
like she would a cone of ice cream. My carnal desire builds up in me, and I can’t
hold it any longer.
“Anastasia, if you don’t stop right
now, I’m going to come in your mouth baby!” I growl through my gritting teeth.
My hips flex with her mouth’s movements, and I need her. I need this! Damn! She
won’t stop. Shit!
I grip her hair as she shoves my
penis deeper into her mouth; I came loudly into her mouth. To my utter surprise
she swallows everything I have to give her. I cry out finally stilling in her
mouth. Jolts of pleasure still going through my entire body... I look at this
beautiful woman in awe and I have the strangest emotion, attachment that got
forged with this woman. I think I may be in love with her. Fuck! No! That isn’t
right. I don’t do love. Passion, desire, infatuation, reverence even. But not
love. “It’s not love!” my subconscious tells me. Definitely not! Christian Grey
doesn’t do love!
She opens her eyes, wiping her lips
with her tongue as I glare at her. Damn! I want her even more. I move towards
her, slushing the water out of the bathtub, and capture her mouth with mine,
kissing her and tasting myself in her mouth. I’ve claimed her and now she’s
claimed me! I’m fucking lost in her! Lost without her!
When I pull away, I’m awed, and
say, “Christ, Ana... that was... great, unexpected, but great.” I breathe. “You
confound me! Completely amaze me!” I say with admiration in my eyes. She
smiles, and I feel a pang of jealousy. Shit! Has she done this before for some fucker?
I want to know.
“Have you done this before?” I ask speculatively.
“Nope.” She smiles. “You’re my
first.” I sigh, “Good.” I say, more than relieved. She’s mine in every way, and
no one has claimed her, but me.
“Yet another first, Miss Steele,” I
say. “You deserve an ‘A’ in oral skills. Come to bed with me, I owe you an
orgasm.”
I get out of the bath,
and quickly wrap a towel around my waist. I take her hand, and as she rises out
of the bath with water slowly cascading down from her breasts to her torso and
legs, she’s like an angel rising out of water. Completely lovely. (← Angel by Sarah McLachlan)
I take another warmed fluffy towel
wrapping her in it, and then I can’t contain myself and pull her into my arms
kissing her fervently. My tongue invading her mouth, our tongues meet again and
start their dance. I’m completely enthralled by this woman. I want her. I need
her. I can’t let go of her. I can’t get enough of her... I have to have her in
my life.
I look at her almost begging, “Please say yes,” I say. (← Just Say Yes by Snow
Patrol)
She frowns not understanding.
“Yes to what?”
“Say yes to our arrangement. To
being mine. Please baby! Please Anastasia!” I say fervently, pleading. I gaze
into her eyes again, taking her into my arms, and start kissing her again,
passionately, and slowly. Savoring her. I take her hand and lead her back to
the bedroom. She follows me.
I stare at this beauty before me. I
thank whatever Gods may be for sending this woman to my office.
“Trust me?” I ask her suddenly. She
nods, and her gaze is serene, trusting, and something else I can’t put a name
in.
“Good girl,” I breathe, brushing
her bottom lip with my thumb. I go to my closet, open the drawer where I keep
my ties. I locate a silver silk tie, and pull it out. I come back out with it.
Yes, this will do for a restraint.
“Knit your hands together in front
of you,” I order peeling the towel wrapping her body off. She’s before me with
her glorious nakedness like goddess Aphrodite. (← She’s So High by Tal Bachman)
When her hands are knitted before
her, I bind her wrists together with my silver tie, knotting it firmly. I’m
aroused, and beyond wildly excited and what’s more, she’s willing to play with
me! I tug at the binding, finding it secure. Her pulse is through the roof her
heart is trying to escape her chest. My fingers glide over the pigtails. I caress
her hair for a minute and murmur, “you look so young with these.” I walk her
back until her knees are backing the bed. My towel’s off, my gaze on her, my
expression full of desire. “Oh Ana!” I gasp, “Do you know how much I desire
you?” Her eyes wide, she lightly shakes her head. I close my eyes, “most
ardently!” I whisper.
“What shall I do to you baby?” I
whisper lowering her to the bed. I lie beside her and raise her hands above her
head. I don’t like being touched, and this way I keep her hands securely away
from my torso, and also build expectation. It gives me control, and it return
it arouses me immensely.
“Keep your hands up here, and don’t
move them, do you understand?” I implore her. She’s breathless, excited,
aroused, and speechless.
“Answer me,” I command.
“I won’t move them,” she breathes.
“Good girl,” I whisper. My tongue
deliberately travels over my upper lips grazing while my eyes fixed on her. She
watches me breathless and intent. I
lower myself and give her a small but expectant kiss on her lips.
“I am going to kiss you Anastasia...”
I softly breathe, “all over you...” I enunciate and start with her chin. She
rolls her head back and I move down her throat, kissing, nibbling, sucking. I
feel her body jolting with pleasure, expectation, and desire... all over. Her
body temperature rises as blood rushes to the surface of her skin. She rubs her
legs together with the built up intensity and desire. She groans making me
wanton.
Her hands move towards my hair. I
know she wants to touch me, but I won’t be touched. I stop and give a warning
glare and shake my head a firm “no”. My hand reaches up and places her hands
above her head again. “If you move your hands, I will start all... over...
again,” I warn teasing.
She wants to touch me, but, it’s my
hard limit. I tell her to keep the hands above her head.
I start kissing from her chin and
neck again. My hands move over her breast while my lips move south creating a
path, kissing and nipping. My lips finally reach her nipples. I close my lips
around one and start sucking. She’s having a hard time keeping her hands above,
but manages. She’s squirming and ready to have me, but I warn her against
moving. My lips finally reach to her navel. My tongue dips into it and she
groans as her body arches. She’s turning me on big time. “You are incredibly
sweet Anastasia,” I say as my nose grazes over her abdomen.
My fingers travel down to her belly
and then reach over her pubic hair. My lip reaches down gently teasing her. I
then sit up and grasp both her legs, and spread them apart. I take her left
foot after bending the knee and start sucking the big toe watching and gazing
at her. Then I bite lightly on each and every toe, and on the little toe, I
bite harder and suck. She nearly convulses with pleasure. My lips travel on her
instep, and my tongue teases along the way. She is barely containing herself,
ready to combust trying to absorb all the sensation tingling through her body.
I don’t want her to come like this. My lips travel down from her calf up to her
knees but I don’t move further. I move onto her right foot and repeat the same
process seductively. Her eyes roll back into her sockets, her back arches, and
she groans and starts begging, “Please, Christian!”
“All on its good time, baby,” I
breathe. When my lips reach her knees, I don’t stop there this time, and my
lips move up on her thigh. I push them apart. My lips expertly traveling up. I
repeat the process on her other knee and move up on the other leg, sucking,
kissing, licking, nipping softly and gently. When I reach up to her sex, I run
my nose through it softly, and blow lightly. She writhes with pleasure.
I need her to relax, and that is
something I need to teach. I wait for her to calm down. My nose goes down to
her sex again and I inhale her deep. She is beyond aroused with my action, and I
softly ask her “do you know how intoxicating your scent is Anastasia?” I blow
lightly on her sex again.
My fingers pull her pubic hair. It
pleases me, perhaps we can keep that.
She begs, “Please Christian, I’m
ready to combust! Oh, please...”
I smile. Her begging is
intoxicating for me.
“I love it when you beg me Miss
Steele,” I say.
I blow at her sex again. “Normally
Anastasia, I don’t always reciprocate as it’s not my style, but...” I pause, “but
you pleased me immensely, so I will reward you in kind,” and I shall be so
pleased to do it. My tongue starts moving on her clitoris expertly. Her first
oral experience and she bows and convulses under my tongue.
I swirl my tongue round and round,
without stopping. She’s going rigid under my tongue and lips. I slip my middle
finger inside her, and feel her so incredibly wet. Oh fuck! She’s so ready for
me! I groan as my lips and tongue start moving again. She’s begging and crying
out. Finally climaxing. This is the part of the tango we dance together. (← Tango in Love from the Mask of Zorro) I rip a
condom, and squeezing the tip roll it onto my length, and ease into her. I know
she’s sore, but I am full of desire for her as I know she is for me right this
moment. But I don’t want to hurt her. I want to please her as she pleased me.
“How’s this?” I breathe.
“Fine, good,” she whispers. I start
moving first slow, and then picking up speed, fast and hard thrusts again and
again and again. We’re both close to tip over the edge again, and I breathe
harshly “come for me baby,” into her ear as we both reach our peak, exploding.
“Fuck!” escapes my lips and my
muscles go rigid as I collapse on to Anastasia. I claimed her once again,
covering her, inhaling her scent, both physically and emotionally. I don’t want to leave the enclosure we have
for each other, me, encompassing her, covering, uniting, and she fitting me
perfectly and conquering the depths of my being without even knowing. I don’t
want to ever let go of her. Not ever. I remain atop her, and gaze into this
beautiful, magical young woman in awe, my gaze intense, seeking the depths of
her, imploring to be with me. Always.
“See how good we are together Ana,”
I say with strange emotions coursing through me. I want her to submit herself
to me. In all things. Be mine, without questioning. (← Surrender by Elvis Presley)
“Please Ana. I want you to give
yourself to me, it will be so much better. Would you trust me Ana? I can take
you to places you don’t even know exist!” Her expression is desirous, curious,
wanting. I rub my face and nose on hers.
Her expression is one of ecstasy and still reeling into consciousness.
When we were still wrapped with each other, we hear a commotion and noises
outside.
“If he’s still in
bed, he must be ill. Christian is never in bed this late. He’s an always been
an early riser. He never sleeps in!” says a female voice.
“Mrs. Grey, please.” Taylor pleads.
“Taylor!” says a scornful voice. “You
can’t keep me from my son!”
“Mrs. Grey, please. He’s not alone
in his room! I implore you!”
“What exactly do you mean he isn’t alone, Taylor?”
“He’s with someone.”
“Oh...” I hear disbelief in her
voice. Of course disbelief. She always thought I was a celibate gay. Oh, how
great would it be to prove her wrong!
I’m bewildered but collect myself,
and amused. Will my firsts ever cease with her? My mom showing up here is so beyond
horrible, it just makes it funny.
“Shit! It’s my mother!” I say, and
pull out of Anastasia.
Well, time for another meet and
greet for Miss Steele. With my mother this time.
