As Anastasia enters the bathroom of Christian’s suite at the Heathman, her eyes take in the beautiful scenery. The luxurious room seems to go on for miles and miles, it is definitely the biggest bathroom she had ever seen.
In the corner of the room sits a bathtub and shower combination and she makes her way towards it, taking a glimpse of herself in the mirror. What she sees isn’t as bad as she’d suspected.
She couldn’t deny the disappointment that had washed over her when she thought about laying next to Christian for hours, unclothed, and not being able to remember any of it.
She unties the sash of the plush bathrobe she was still wearing and blushes at the sight she uncovers. Ana actually spent the night with a man in her lingerie and the news could never travel back to Katherine Kavanagh.
She couldn’t help but shake her head and smile when she thinks about Kate and Elliot, Christian’s sibbling. Had he stayed the night with her after telling her that Ana was with his brother? She had no idea.
Although she plans to hide a few minor details about what happened here, at the Heathman, with Christian, she wants to hear all the scoop about Elliot and why he was sliding his hands over places that made her roommate giggle like a teenage girl.
She finally turns on the faucet, scolding hot water across her aching muscles is exactly what she needs. Her feet are sore from the heels she donned the night before thanks to a generous Kate and her head is hurting less, but the pain is evident enough.
She undresses herself fully and sinks into the water while it is still running, closing her eyes to welcome the soothing sound. As the water begins to rise, she allows herself to slip deeper into the tub until it reaches her neck, turning off the faucet with her toes.
She laid there for what felt like forever, allowing the events from the previous night to soak off her body. She cleared her mind of José and his unwanted pawing, of Christian and their morning fight and of Kate, who allowed Elliot to stay the night.
The shampoo smells rich of coconut. She twirls her hair into a little bun with the conditioner as she washes her body, submerging herself back under the water, rinsing the body wash and conditioner simultaneously.
Feeling refreshed already, she wraps the thick white bathrobe back around herself and begins to blow dry her hair while running her fingers through the long strands to work out the tangles.
Slowly, she feels more and more like herself. Why did she agree to go to Seattle so quickly? The question keeps coming to the forefront of her thoughts as she finishes drying her hair and puts on the new clothes Taylor purchased.
She is even more embarrassed to notice her new clothing entailed expensive looking lace lingerie. She flushes crimson, a shade that runs from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She cleans up after herself and for some weird reason, feels the need to make the bed before leaving the bedroom, fully dressed, finding Christian in the kitchen area.
I am sitting at the table, reading today’s newspaper, legs crossed - right ankle rests over left knee -, distracted by the economy news. Breakfast is now displayed in front of me. I didn’t pay much attention to the person who brought it or when they did it, but it’s there. I honestly lost track of the time, waiting for Miss Steele and when she opens the door, I am caught off guard. I stare at her in silence for a minute or so, she looks stunning. I couldn’t possibly mind the waiting if I get to see her like this:
-I like the clothes Taylor picked up for you, Miss Steele. The color suits your skin. It’s breathtaking…
I say distracted, a smile on my lips.
-Thank you, Mr. Grey, for the compliment and the clothes. Taylor has great taste.
Mirroring my smile, she takes in the sight in front of her, appearing to be surprised.
-This is quite an elaborate breakfast, is someone joining us?
I scratch my head, a little embarrassed. It was indeed an over-the-top breakfast:
-I wasn’t sure what you would prefer to eat in the morning and after such a… disturbing night.
I try to be gentle with what she went through last night and the consequences she must be feeling this morning. She doesn’t meet my gaze, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and scanning the table, perhaps choosing something to eat:
-That was very thoughtful of you… But I think I’ll have a cup of tea and a slice of bacon.
My mouth drops open:
I shake my head, frowning:
-You might as well starve yourself, Miss Steele.
I reach for the orange juice jar, pouring myself a cup and grabbing the entire omelet for myself as I sigh, exasperated.
-Okay, I’ll make it two slices of bacon and a pancake… Better?
She smirks, laying a napkin in her lap and risking a glance at me:
-Could you please pass the maple syrup?
I raise an eyebrow and mentally struggle to keep my mouth shut, succeeding and remaining silent. I pass her the maple syrup and sip on my juice, chewing on a forkful of omelet:
-Hmm. I am not really fond of hotel food. Or airplane food. First class or not… They have a weird artificial flavor and I can taste it before I put the fork in my mouth…
She nods as she listens. An attempt to clear the air and lower the tension between us.
-So, I called Kate before I washed up and I found out the oddest thing. You said your brother was with you and Taylor last night, right? Well, I’m almost positive he spent the night with her.
I mutter under my breath as my brain processes the information she had just shared with me. I was definitely not pleased, not only because of the news per se, but because I had no idea Elliot had spent the night with Katherine Kavanagh.
My brother tends to go into a senseless crusade to gather inside info about my sexual life and I just know, I am a hundred percent sure, he fucked Anastasia’s roomate to know more about our ‘relationship’ or ‘impending relationship’. Whatever.
I have absolutely no desire to share the depths of my lifestyle with any of my family members and I shake my head vehemently while filling my mouth with omelet to avoid saying another word about the matter. If I still intended to make Miss Steele my submissive, I would have to make sure she won’t spill any details about our sex life to Katherine, who, I bet, as an aspiring journalist, wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut.
She takes a bite of the pancake and chews slowly while watching me closely:
-Who is Charlie Tango?
The change of subject makes me smile widely, I was too proud of my helicopter and eager to show her my abilities as a pilot:
-You will meet her soon enough…
That’s all I say, finishing my juice and standing up, leaving the newspaper over the chair I was occupying:
-I will brush my teeth and I guess we are ready to go?
Not waiting for an answer, I walk into the bedroom and to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth, spitting the water and toothpaste when I finish. Back in front of Miss Steele, I shrug on a jacket and put on my aviators:
She stands and nods, crossing the room to meet me:
-Ready as I’ll ever be. Except for one thing, do you have my phone? I didn’t see it in the room.
I realize I forgot to give her cell phone back. I had fished it out of her purse when we placed an unconscious Miss Steele over my bed in an attempt to avoid her being woken up by an useless call. I slowly slide it out of my pocket and hand it to her, walking to the front door and opening it:
-Thank you, Mr. Grey.
Walking past me, out into the hallway, she waits, glancing at her phone and noticing I’d turned it off, but not turning it on herself:
-You’re not very talkative are you?
She lifts a brow as I press the elevator button, replying without looking at her:
-I am a man of actions, Miss Steele…
We enter the lifting device as soon as the doors are open and I press the button to the lobby, glancing at her with the corner of my eyes, she was biting her lower lip. I reach out and gently tug on her chin, she releases it and I close my eyes for a moment. The sight of that trapped lip did unspeakable things to me. I sigh softly before stepping onto the floor where Swayer was waiting for us. I nod at him, acknowledging his presence, but we are quickly headed to the car without a word.
I hold the car open, waiting for Miss Steele to hop in, then I slide into the other side, at the back of the vehicle. Swayer drives us through the streets of Portland, quickly getting to the relatively small building with a helipad and Charlie Tango waiting for us.
We make our way inside and up to the roof, where I stand looking at Miss Steele and gazing her reaction to the sight of my dear chopper. Her eyes widen she grins, turning to me:
-Is this what you meant by “have Charlie Tango ready”?
I smirk, pleased with her grin and ceremoniously say, pointing to the helicopter:
-Miss Steele, Charlie Tango. She is beautiful, isn’t she?
I am now looking at my prized possession and one of my employees gets out of the chopper to greet me:
-Mr. Grey, she is all ready for you!
He declares, smiling and shaking my hand:
-Thank you very much, Waltz.
I turn to my date:
-What are you waiting for?
I help her into the copter, buckling her up tight and closing the door, then getting in myself and buckling up:
-This is going to be fun.
-You’re flying us there?!
-Of course I am!
My tone is cheerful, but I notice her panic:
-Would you rather someone else fly it for us? I can ask Waltz, he brought her here…
My voice trails off and I am silently hoping she let me do it. I raise an eyebrow, looking into her eyes:
-Don’t you trust me, Miss Steele?
She gently bites her lower lip while mulling over my question:
-After what you did for me last night, of course I trust you…
I couldn’t help the boyish smile that spread across my face. Her trust is a sine qua non for our contract and it was impossible not to feel hopeful about it:
-Alright, Miss Steele.
I place the big headset over my ears and wink at her, pointing with my index finger to hers, laying between our seats:
-Put them on, please.
I start flipping buttons and Charlie Tango come to life, my excitement is something palpable and I am well aware of it. She glances down at the headphones and does what was asked of her, looking out the window, a smile plastered on her face.
I go through all pre-flight checks:
-Okay, tower. PDX, this is Charlie Tango Golf - Golf Echo Hotel, cleared for take-off. Please, confirm, over.
My voice sounds loud and clear through the headphones, I turn to her:
-Are you ready?
Before she can reply, the disembodied voice answers me:
-Charlie Tango - you are clear. PDX to call, proceed to one four thousand, heading zero one zero, over.
I smile at her:
-Roger tower, Charlie Tango set, over and out. Here we go…
I waggle my eyebrows playfully.
-Here we go!
She says, cheerfully.
I grab the cyclic and push my left foot slightly forward, Charlie Tango rises slowly and smoothly into the air. Portland disappears in front of us as we head into the US airspace. I glance at Miss Steele every minute or so, gauging her reaction, but remaining silent, enjoying the stunning view ahead.
-It’s a breathtaking, isn’t it?
-This is nothing short of amazing, Mr. Grey
I say after glancing one last time at her and noticing she is relaxed now and curious:
-There’s a helipad on top of Escala, the building I live in. That’s where we are heading…
I comment, distracted by the various dials in front of me as I continually check them:
-The wind is on our favor, in less than an hour we will be there.
-How long have you been flying?
-I’ve been a fully qualified pilot for four years now…
I turn and give her a reassuring smile:
-Don’t worry, you are safe with me…
I can’t help my smirk as I add:
-Well, while we are flying.
I wink at her again. I know she has no idea what I am talking about and it makes my comment even funnier.
-I told you I trust you. Besides, I’m already up here so it would be too late to turn back and run now!
I flick a switch:
-PDX, this is Charlie Tango, now at one four thousand, over.
I am talking to the air traffic control and we exchange a few technical information as we move from Portland’s air space to Seattle International Airport’s:
-Understood Sea-Tac, standing by, over and out.
I point to a small conglomerate in the distance:
-Look over there, that’s Seattle.
-I never thought I would see Seattle from this view, it sure beats that traffic.
-Are you impressed?
I ask as I remind myself she is the first woman I have ever brought with me while flying Charlie Tango, apart from work-related and family trips, of course. But in those, I was never trying to impress any of them. At the same time, with the back of my mind, I realize I don’t regret bringing her up here. I shake my head, trying to get rid of unwanted thoughts.
-I’ve been impressed since I woke up this morning. But this has to be the most impressive experience so far.
-Sea-Tac tower to Charlie Tango. Flight plan to Escala in place. Please, proceed and stand by, over.
The disembodied voice interrupts my reverie and I am glad it does:
-This is Charlie Tango. Understood, Sea-Tac. Standing by, over and out.
-Are we getting closer?
-Yes, we are on the outskirts of Seattle right now.
I answer her, concentrating on our slow descend:
-We will be there in a few minutes.
We are flying among the buildings and I am exchanging information with the air traffic control. The tall skyscraper with the word Escala painted in white on top of the building is ahead of us. I slow down the aircraft, hovering over the helipad. I set it down gently, switching the ignition off, the rotor blades slow and quiet until they stop completely. Taking my headset off, I reach across and pull hers off, placing both between our seats again:
-We are here, Miss Steele.
-That wasn’t so bad, thank you again for the ride, Mr. Grey.
She glances down at the straps, then back to me:
-The headphones I could have managed, but I’m afraid I’ll need some help getting out of these.
She chuckles lightly.
I unfasten my seatbelt and unbuckle hers, becoming nervous about her reaction to my lifestyle and the contract I want her to sign. The type of relationship I am proposing is perhaps way out of the ordinary for a girl like her. I take a deep breath and stare deeply into her eyes:
-You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You know that, right?
My voice is somehow shaken, I really want her as my submissive and I feel the urge to kiss those beautiful lips again as my eyes lower, finding them.
-I know, I don’t think you would put me in that type of predicament though…
"Ignorance is bliss…", I think to myself, before getting out of the helicopter and opening the door for her. I grab her body and hold it close to me as I help her out of Charlie Tango, heading straight to the elevator and pressing the button. The doors slide open short after that and we enter it. I push the code to the penthouse and it rides swiftly. When the doors open again, we are facing the foyer:
-Welcome to Escala, Miss Steele.
-You’ve manage to impress me countless times today Mr. Grey…
-Was it that obvious?
I feel suddenly shy. I never intended to make it obvious I wanted to impress her. I am not used to this kind of approach on women. Things are usually so methodical: I meet them at the right places - submissive houses - or with the right people - those with knowledge or into the BDSM world, like my dear, old friend Elena Lincoln. I shake my head, a little disappointed at myself. She is the only thing going against the rules… since the day she stumbled into my office:
-None of this is obvious to me, it’s all new and unexpected…
-Well, please, come in.
I invite her, walking in first and heading to the great room where Taylor waits for us. I give him my jacket and take the aviators off, hooking them in my shirt’s collar:
-I trust you had a safe trip, sir.
He says politely.
-Yes, we did, Taylor, thank you.
I nod and he turns to Miss Steele:
-Welcome to Escala, Miss Steele.
-Thank you, Taylor, for the welcome as well as the new clothes.
-You are very welcome, ma’am.
And then he disappears into his office as instructed earlier. We needed privacy:
-Would you like some wine?
-I would love some, thank you.
I ask, entering the kitchen and checking what is in the fridge:
-Does white wine sound good? I have caesar salad here too if you are hungry…
I say almost nonchalantly. I aimed to make her a little tipsy - nothing like the night before, of course -, but certainly not to the point of feeling sick or anything of the sort. We are bolder and more receptive to new experiences once we have an once of alcohol inside our bodies.
-Yes to the wine and a salad sounds delicious, the ride must have worked up my appetite.
It was quite obvious where we would be enjoying our lunch so she follows me, climbing onto a barstool:
-You have quite a place here, Mr. Grey. Do you share it with your brother?
My eyebrows raise in surprise:
-No, no… It would never work.
I chuckle, imagining how life would be if my brother was around me 24/7. It’s been a while since I had to endure such a burden:
-I live by myself, Miss Steele.
I place two plates over the breakfast bar and the bowl of salad in front of them, filling two glasses of white wine and handing her one. We eat in silence and she is indeed famished. It pleases me the sight of her eating everything in her plate. I refrain myself from patting her head and saying an inappropriate ‘good girl’.
-The salad was delicious. Mind if I have another glass of wine?
-Of course not. Here…
I answer, grabbing her glass and filling it up again, then doing the same with mine. She was just making my life easier by wanting more wine and I smile at her:
-Leave the plates there and come with me…
I extend my hand and look at her, feeling anxious and mentally scowling at myself.
She sounds breathless.
I motion towards the couch near the piano and let go of her hand:
Taking off my shoes and socks, I sit beside her, staring deep into her eyes, lost in the depths of those blue orbs:
-You know, you are a very beautiful woman, Miss Steele…
I say, enunciating every word slowly as if I am savoring them, just like I am savoring her face and expression with my eyes. I don’t quite understand the effect this woman has on me, it’s like she can see right through me and the feeling is unnerving.
She is stunning, alright. I’ve figured that out since I laid my eyes on her: attractive, clumsy, innocent… submissive. Is she really? I don’t know, but I won’t know unless I ask her, unless I lay the cards on the table. I take a deep breath and hold up a finger in front of me:
-Give me a minute.
I make my way to my study and fish for an NDA, handing the document to her before resuming my seat by her side:
-This is a non-disclosure agreement.
Tilting her head slightly, she holds the paper in her hands:
-Oh… I take it you want me to sign this?
I look down at my hands for a moment, I can feel her disappointment. "And you haven’t heard it all yet….", I think to myself:
-Well, Miss Steele, you wrote, in your email, and I quote… “I’ll take my chances… I am not scared of you”. But you have no knowledge about my lifestyle or my choices. I am not a heart and flowers kind of guy. I don’t do dating. I don’t make love…
My voice is a whisper as I say the last sentence:
-And if you still want to know everything and take your chances, if you really trust me like you say you do, you will have to sign the NDA.
I grab the paper between my thumb and index finger, then let go of it:
-This means you cannot disclose anything about us. Anything, to anyone.
-I recall everything I’ve said to you up to this point, Mr. Grey.
The paper falls into her lap and she takes a deep breath:
-I wouldn’t dare speak of our business to anyone anyway.
She holds out a hand to me:
-But if it takes my signature on this firm for you to believe that then could you please pass me a pen?
I reach for a pen in my right pocket and place it in her palm, feeling her uneasiness:
-This is a standard procedure, Miss Steele.
I try to reassure her, really pleased she agreed to sign the document. When I realize she is not even bothering to read what the NDA says, I frown:
-Aren’t you going to read what is written there?
-No, there’s no point in me reading it since, as I’ve said several times today, I trust you.
With the document signed, she hands it, along with the pen, back to me, retrieving her wine and taking more than a sip:
-I do however have one question…
Our eyes meet when she adds:
-If you don’t plan on dating or having sex with me… What exactly am I keeping quiet about?
Her cheeks certainly couldn’t get any redder when her brow arches and she stares at me:
-I said I don’t make love, Miss Steele. I will show you exactly what you want to know, but I like to take my time. By the way I do have sex… I fuck…
I lean down and whisper in her ear:
Capturing her earlobe between my lips, I gently tug on it.
I grab both of our glasses, heading to the kitchen and filling them with white wine one more time, then leaving the NDA over my desk in the study. Standing in front of her, I offer the full glass, looking down at her face. I had discreetly undone the first button of my jeans on my way into the study.
She drinks it in one swig:
-Does this mean you’re going to fuck me tonight then?
My mouth drops open as I stare at her, dumbfounded. The alcohol has indeed make her bolder. I regain my composture and drop to my knees in front of her, reaching for her lips with my index finger. She is biting it and I feel my cock stiffening in my pants.
Running a fingertip over her lower lip, she automatically let go of it and it takes all my self-control not to kiss her or rip her clothes off right here, right now. I sigh in frustration, standing back up:
-Unfortunately, no. There is a lot more paperwork to do…
I take her hand:
-Come with me. I want to show you my playroom.
-We’re going to play your Xbox something?
She seems extremely upset when a sardonic smirk curls my lips and I slowly shake my head:
-Not the kind of game I like to play, Miss Steele…
We climb the steps to the second floor and I pull a keychain out of my back pocket, unlocking the door in front of me and opening it while looking at her, trying to gauge her reaction:
-Right after you…
And I motion inside. When she steps in, I grab her ass and squeeze it while I can, making her gasp, before she run away at the sight of my unusual playground.
The room had a feel of the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition. She almost immediately falls back onto my chest, perhaps overwhelmed, my arms quickly wrap around her while the scent of leather and wood invade our senses with a faint trace of citrus.
She walks further into the softly lit room and I mirror her every move on the wooden floors. The source of the lighting is unseen, but gives an illuminating glow from corner to corner of the room. The walls are a deep burgundy, mimicking the desire flowing through my veins.
There is a large wooden “X” facing us with cuffs on each side. Her head tilts towards the ceiling where she notices an iron rod suspending above us. From it hang ropes, chains and shackles. She looks both thrilled and terrified.
Holding her tightly as she takes in all the details of my playroom, I feel anxious and I say softly staring to an invisible point ahead of us:
-You can leave anytime. The helicopter is on standby to take you whenever you want to go, whatever you decide…
She remains silent and quiet, too quiet, looking around with wide, blue eyes. I am uncomfortable and I fidget:
-Say something, Anastasia. Your silence is killing me.
She continues to scan the room, taking in all the whips, paddles and canes displayed beside us… My breath, warm and sweet, falls onto the crease of her neck. Finally, her eyes find the bed dominating an entire side of the playroom.
Her voice is husky, lustful, and silky, the sound of an entire different girl:
-I don’t want to leave Christian, I’m not going anywhere…
She turns to face me and I lean in until my mouth is a couple of inches away from hers:
-I want to explore this room with you.
My voice is low and hoarse:
-Very much. I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things, to please me…
I run my lips across her jaw and down to her neck, my hand sliding down to her backside, pulling her closer, my erection pressed against her stomach:
-I want you to want to please me. I want you to be my submissive, Miss Steele.
She gently bites her lower lip and closes her eyes:
-So, you do this to people? They don’t do it to you?
I step back, arching an eyebrow and staring at her in confusion:
-What are you talking about?
I sound urgent and my breathing is shallow. Reaching down, I press my fingers gently against my crotch, trying to make it more comfortable since I am hard and wearing tight jeans.
-I mean when I first entered, I assumed you liked having this done to you…
She runs her fingers over a few objects within her reach:
-But now I see I must be mistaken. I don’t know what any of this means…
-I said I wanted you as my submissive… I do not wish to surrender to you, but the exact opposite. You would be the one experiencing the flogger you are touching, for example. It is used to enhance pleasure… it makes your skin more sensible to my touch. I am more than willing to teach you everything I know and to test your limits to the extreme. I would love to watch you squirm under my hands. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm…
As I repeat the words, I step closer to her:
-Fuck the paper work!
I growl and hold both her hands behind her back with one of my own. The other yanks her hair down, forcing her head back and in a blink, my lips are on hers. My tongue caressing her mouth, lashing against hers as I surrender to the desire that took over me since the day I met her.
Her tongue wrestles back against mine as she tries to pull her restrained hands free, only making me tighten my grip on both her wrists and hair. Moans fall endlessly against my lips, her breathing becoming harsher as she wraps her lips around my lower one, sucking and nipping gently.
I step back and let go of her at the same time, keeping a safe distance between us. I am breathless and burning with lust. It takes me a couple of minutes to calm down and I leave the playroom, turning to face her on the threshold:
-I need to get out of here. You in the middle of all these…
I motion around:
-… is way too distracting. Oh, let me show you something.
I grab her hand and lead her to another door further in the hallway, opening it to a huge, plain white bedroom:
-If you agree to my terms and rules, this will be your room. You can decorate or do whatever you want with it.
She suddenly holds both of her hands up:
-Whoa! Rules? Terms? More paperwork and a room! Are you asking me to move in or work for you?
-No, no. There is no need to move in with me. You would spend the weekends, you know, from Friday night to Sunday. You would be home or at work by Monday morning… and I am not talking about working for me either. I do not fuck my employees, Miss Steele. It’s part of my life philosophy. As for the rules, yes. I do have a few of them I expect you to comply. They are for your benefit and for my pleasure. If you follow these rules to my satisfaction, I shall reward you. If you don’t, I shall punish you, and you will learn…
My eyes widen as I watch her, she looks ready to run for the hills:
-It’s about gaining your trust and your respect, so you’ll let me exert my will over you. The more you submit, the greater my joy, it’s a simple equation, really. In exchange, you get… me.
I shrug apologetically, knowing it’s not a fair trade.
She leans down against the wall and runs her fingers through her hair, staring down at her feet:
-Why me? I’ve never laid with a man so the thought of punishment is unnerving. What if I do something wrong and get flogged.
She finally pushes herself away from the wall, walking close enough to me, and I am forced to look down at her:
-Why me, Christian?
I blink a few times, taking in the weight of her words:
-You are a virgin?
My voice is loud and high-pitched:
-A fucking virgin? Oh my God! How?
My mouth drops open:
-You are so beautiful… young, I know, but nowadays teenagers are no longer virgins for fuck’s sake!
I shake my head, running both my hands up my hair, exasperated and frustrated:
-If I knew… If only I knew you were a virgin, I would never have pursued you. Fuck!
She takes a long step back, resting her hand on the doorknob:
-If my being a virgin is making me that repulsive, I think it’s best I leave…
-Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?
I yell, completely out of control:
-Why did you let it get to this point?
I close my eyes for a brief moment, managing to calm down a bit:
-How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please. How am I supposed to show you the contract if you are so inexperienced? I mean, I knew you were inexperienced, but to the point of being a virgin? Hell, have you ever even been kissed or was that your first time?
I motion towards the playroom, where we kissed moments ago. Confusion washes over me and I meantally struggle with myself: "You are a fucking prick, Grey. Look at her, a virgin and you daydreaming about whipping the shit out of her. How sick is that?".
-How was I to know that when I got here I was going to have to sign forms and visit playrooms? If anyone was mislead here, it was me! I was under the impression you were into me for more than sex and perhaps that’s why I was able to avoid it all these years because, in the end, they all try to grope me just like José did last night at the bar. Only difference is I was going to let you!
-… I am sorry.
It’s all I manage to say, almost in a whisper. I am suddenly ashamed of myself and the way I reacted:
-I am angry with myself, Miss Steele. I just… I should have known better…
I sigh, looking at my feet. My eyes slowly move up to meet hers and I feel a pang of despair when I ask:
-Do you want to leave?
She loosens her grip on the knob:
-Not unless you want me to…
I say quickly, reaching out to run the back of my hand over her cheek:
I grab her hand and lead her downstairs, then to my bedroom’s door, the Master suite of the penthouse:
-I will rectify your situation now… I am going to make love to you, Miss Steele.
I slam the door open and slowly unbutton my shirt, stopping suddenly:
-If you are willing, of course. I wouldn’t push my luck that far.
Her mouth falls open slightly and her breathing becomes shallower:
-I thought you didn’t make love?
-Well, Miss Steele, I am ready to make an exception for you, or perhaps we can combine both into one…
As I speak, I step closer and closer to her until my body is pressing hers against the door:
-We will see. I want our arrangement to work, but you need to know what you are getting yourself into…
I let my shirt fall onto the floor:
-Now, you didn’t answer me. Are you willing to lose your virginity to me?
-I’m willing Christian…
Her eyes roam the visible parts of my body:
-I’m all yours.
With her words resonating in my head, I take a few seconds to close my eyes and appreciate them, not moving an inch away from her… ‘I’m all yours’, she said. Probably not weighing the depths of those few letters. I take a deep, steady breath, I certainly couldn’t be all worked up in Dominant mode for this new adventure of mine if I want her to enjoy this first time. When I open my eyes, the sight of her biting her lower lip drives me out of control once again. My voice is hoarse when I speak:
-Stop biting your lip, Anastasia. It makes me want to bite it myself… hard.
I step back, walking into the bedroom and getting rid of my aviators, wallet and keys.
I look over at the door to notice she is still there, glancing at me with wide eyes. "Oh, those eyes…", I smile and walk towards her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and tugging her into the room, stopping in front of the king-sized bed:
-Much better… Now let’s get rid of these.
Slowly, I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, revealing more of her skin. My fingertips roam over her bare arms, chest and stomach, purposefully skipping the bra and the area it covered:
I say appreciatively against her belly, giving it small tender kisses, the tip of my tongue playing with her bellybutton as my hands undo the buttons and zipper of her jeans, slowly pulling it down until it touches the floor:
-Step out of it, Anastasia.
I command, in a soft voice, my eyes not leaving her body, now covered in a small thong and bra.
She complies, running her fingertips across my jawline just as gently as my lips feathered across her skin.
I mutter lowly, taking off her converses and socks and putting them aside, trying to move away from her hands. I turn my head to the side, placing a soft kiss in the palm moving across my jaw and standing up. Instinctively grabbing her hands and holding them tightly together behind her back, I lean down to capture her mouth with mine, moaning against her lips. My other hand quickly unzips and unbuttons my own jeans, half freeing myself as I am still in my boxer briefs:
-Mmm I wonder how wet you are… are you wet for me, Anastasia?
I ask, the same hand grazing her inner thighs, my mouth close to her ear now:
-Are you ready for me?
She answers simply.
-Yes what, Anastasia?
My hand travels up her body, ending up on her hair, yanking it down forcefully as I whisper:
-Say ‘yes, Sir’ now.
My voice is urgent and I am breathless. My erection is struggling within the fabric of my underwear and I grind against her, rubbing it over her panties, my breath catching between my clenched teeth, emitting a primal noise:
I urge her. I want to restrain her hands, to free my own right one and smack her ass loudly. I redirect my needs to my grinding, making it more intense.
-Oh, fuck, I want you.
She groans deeply, keeping her gaze locked to mine:
-Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you!
-Are you now?
A smirk plays on my lips:
-I will have to check it for myself, Miss Steele.
-I loosen my grip on her hair, letting my hand fall down to her stomach. It slides further down and my fingers find her nub. I can feel the moist between her legs over the delicate fabric of her panties and a moan escapes my lips. I slide two fingers inside the small piece of clothing, feeling the real amount of juices soaking her pussy:
-You are so ready, Anastasia…
She tilts her head back, releasing cries of pleasure. I bring my fingers into my mouth sucking as I taste her, delighted with it. Pushing her gently so she walks backwards until she sits over the bed, I take off my jeans and underwear, tossing them over her clothes and standing in front of her. My eyes assess her reaction as she takes in the sight of my hardened cock. I wrap my fingers around it, holding it tightly:
-Do you like it?
She nods, watching me with a pair of intense eyes:
I gently tug on her chin, making her release her trapped lower lip:
I say sternly, my fingertips running across her lips, both of them, as I contemplate the possibility of them wrapped around my throbbing cock, I gasp at the mental image:
-Would you like to touch it, Miss Steele?
I ask, staring deeply into her eyes as my hand starts to stroke the length of my cock, up and down, over and over again. I close my eyes, enjoying the intense waves of pleasure, low moans escaping my lips
She slowly moves my hand and replaces it with one of her own. Her fingers wrap around my cock firmly, massaging the tip with her thumb before gliding her hand down my shaft, stroking me with curious, clumsy fingers.
My lips part and I breath deeply as her delicate fingers wrap around me. I throw my head slightly back, placing my hand over hers and correcting her movements:
My voice is low and charged with desire and need. I lean in to unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms:
I order, allowing it to fall onto the ground. She has full, beautifully-shaped breasts, I cup one gently:
-Oh, yes… It fits in my hand…
Stepping back, I stare intently at her:
-Lay down, Miss Steele. Prop your feet over the bed and spread your legs apart, now.
She complies yet again and I trail a path from her left big toe to her groin with my fingers scraping lightly over her skin, my lips and tongue following behind, teasing her sensitive flesh in a slow torture and I revel in ecstasy as she squirms and moans under my expert touch:
-Oh, yeah, baby.
I breath between her legs, opening my mouth and covering her entire pussy with it. I close it really slowly with my teeth grazing over her until the front of her panties and a mouthful of pubic hair is between them, I tug gently and let go, standing back up and starting the torture all over again, from her right big toe this time.
-Oh my God… Please, Christian… Please, take me…
Her hips rise from the bed pressing herself further into my mouth.
I let out a moan while my tongue finds her nub through the thin fabric of her panties. I take pity on her pleads and slide the thong down her legs, tossing it over the floor, then laying over her, carefully placing my cock across her pussy vertically. The position helps the friction between her clitoris and my shaft as I grind against her one more time, pinning her arms over her head, one hand holding her wrists together, the back of the other one caressing her cheek:
-Beg for it, Anastasia.
The words leave my mouth dripped in lust:
-I want to hear you, tell me what you want.
I bury my head in her neck, nipping and licking it, teasing it as my hips continue their movements.
-Please, make love to me, Christian…
With my mouth pressed against hers, I reach over to the nightstand and fumble in the drawer for a condom, holding it in front of her:
-I trust you are not on pills…
I raise an inquiring eyebrow at her and I am panting. Even if I don’t interrupt my movements during this brief moment, I put the foil package into my mouth, gently catching it between my teeth and smirking playfully at her.
She shakes her head “no” at me while biting her lower lip to hide a smile.
I nod and kneel with her legs between my own. I carefully rip the package, producing a lubricated condom out of it, then placing the rubber over the tip of my cock. With my thumb and index finger holding the tip of the latex, I unfold it slowly over the length of my cock until it reaches the base. Securing it tightly into place, my loathe for condoms barely crossing my mind, I smile down at her and put myself near her entrance after teasing her nub with the head of my shaft, rubbing them together. I mouth, kissing her lips:
-Are you ready?
Her tongue traces my lower lip and I moan in response, moving my hips and sliding slowly into her:
-Oh, God! You are so fucking tight…
Her pussy wraps around my cock in a silky-like way, clenching and throbbing as she melts under me. I still, giving her time to adjust to me, to my size and to the new sensation:
-Are you okay?
I whisper the question in her ear, moving to look into her eyes expectantly. Her breathing is ragged through the first wince and muffled moans and her fingers tugs against mine. She nods:
-I am… Please, don’t stop…
Her answer relaxes me and I give in to the pleasure, starting to move my hips back and forth, sliding all the way in, then pulling it out until the head touches her entrance, over and over again. My lips find her nipple and I flick my tongue over it, circling the aureole, sucking it, feeling it harden in my mouth as my free fingers roll her right nipple between them and pull on it gently. I increase my pace as I feel myself building up to an orgasm, slamming against her while loud moans escape my lips:
-You feel so good, Anastasia.
I let the words slip from my lips, entranced by her nakedness and the tight feel of her wrapped around me.
-Oh my, Christian!
She arches her body from the bed, steadying her hips to allow me to plunge deeper. Her cries grow louder and louder as our bodies began slamming into each other, the mix of pleasure and pain building up within us:
-Fuck, Christian, let my hands go!
Our eyes meet when I lift my head, leaning in so our lips graze against each other:
-Shut up, Anastasia.
I command, in a stern tone, not letting go of her wrists - I couldn’t let her touch me, but I don’t dwell long on the thought:
I whisper, after a long, deep kiss:
-Come with me.
I am the one pleading this time, not wanting to hold our climaxes any longer.
She relaxes, melting under me and keeping her fingers linked with mine. The feel of her trembling and crying out triggers my own release and I let out a few incoherent grunts as I squirt hard into her:
After a couple of minutes, I stand up, putting on my boxer briefs and a t-shirt I take out of a drawer, then slide back into bed beside her, noticing she looks exhausted:
-Hm. I am that tiring, huh?
-Do you need anything at all? Food? Water?
"I should probably let her sleep here tonight", I ponder silently. "Yes, I should definitely do it. First time is supposed to be a romantic thing after all". I sigh, not taking my eyes off of her.
-That you are Mr. Grey
She musters enough energy to wrap my arm around her and stroke my cheek while shaking her head:
-I don’t need anything but you. Just you…
I feel suddenly shy, smiling at her words:
-Well, Miss Steele, I am here…
I turn her so her back is resting against my chest and gently hold her hands into my own:
-Sleep… You look like you need it.
I close my eyes as I mentally analyse everything that happened today and how I felt about it all. "I can’t avoid Dr. Flynn anymore", I sigh to myself. "Something has definitely changed and I can’t deal with it alone…". Eventually sleep takes over me and I drift off into a peaceful dream state.