30 June 2012

Chapter 20 - Balls


“Anastasia, I’ve told you. Fifty shades. I had a rough start in life – you don’t want that shit in your head. Why would you?”

She wanted us to make love not fuck. She wanted to touch me. I said no. She wants to know why, and she won’t let it drop.

“Because I want to know you better,” she says.

“You know me well enough,” I respond. Trust me, you don’t want to know the real me.

“How can you say that?” she asks me earnestly. She kneels up on the bed to sit and face me.

I roll my eyes at her in frustration. I don't like to talk about all of that shit. I spend most of my time trying not to think about it.

“You’re rolling your eyes. Last time I did that, I ended up over your knee,” she complains. Well I can do whatever I like, baby. That’s just the way it is.

“Oh, I’d like to put you there again.” Especially if you don't give up on this.

“Tell me and you can.”

“What?” You’re offering? But I thought…. didn’t you just say no earlier this evening?

“You heard me.”

“You’re bargaining with me?” I ask in disbelief.

 “Negotiating.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Anastasia.” That's topping from the bottom.

“Okay. Tell me, and I’ll roll my eyes at you.”

This makes me laugh.

“Always so keen and eager for information.” Well, who am I to refuse you?

I think about where we could go with this. This might well be a golden opportunity to push her limits a little further. Hell yeah, a bit of soft kinky. I’m up for that. And then she’ll be completely fucked out and too tired to ask any more of her stupid questions.

“Don’t go away.”

I disappear and make my way to my playroom. I’m thinking about which sex toy will best enhance the erotic spanking I’ve got planned. Something to show her how fucking amazing a spanking can be for a girl as well as a guy. Something suitable for a beginner. 

I don't think she’s ready for a nipple clamp chain yet, even though gently tugging on the chain with each spank is extremely arousing for a woman.  She’d find anal beads very pleasurable, but I know she’s hesitant about anal. 

Then I've got it - I know what will be perfect. They don't look scary in any way, so I'm sure she’ll be intrigued, as I doubt she’ll have a clue as to what they are.

I can see Anastasia is very curious when I return, but I don't let her see what I've brought back with me.

“When’s your first interview tomorrow?” I ask innocently, because I’m not supposed to know am I?  But of course I do. I’m just checking there’s been no change of plan for her first interview at two. I don't want to keep her up late if it’s been changed to earlier in the day. I’ll be fucking pissed if that’s the case and I haven't been informed.

“Two.”

No change. Perfect. So we can play tonight and she can have a lie in.

“Good.”

I can be her Dom anywhere I choose. So we’ll do a scene right here, in my bedroom. Why the fuck not? 

Spank Daddy time.

“Get off the bed. Stand over here,” I command, as I point beside the bed.

I’m pleased to see that she scrambles off the bed and hastily gets into position. She’s keen. Very keen. She’s got unresolved sexual tension that needs my attention. But I have to be sure that she’s up for playing a little scene.

“Trust me?” I ask. She has to trust that I know what I’m doing. And I do. I’m an expert in what I do. I'm a very experienced and highly skilled Dom.

She nods.

I hold out my hand to show her the silver Ben Wah orgasm balls I’ve selected. A centuries old design devised to increase a woman’s arousal. No pain, just stimulation. In her frustrated state, she should find them mind blowing, especially as she’s so fucking snug and tight. Just that thought has my cock twitching straight to attention.

“These are new,” I stress. With where I’m about to put them, I figure she needs to know that.

Ana looks puzzled. She hasn’t got a clue what they are. This is going to be so much fun. My eager little pupil.

“I am going to put these inside you, and then I’m going to spank you, not for punishment, but for your pleasure and mine.”

Yep, rock hard aching erection fully up now. I swallow hard and pause to see what her reaction is.

She’s staring at me wide eyed and shocked, but I think thrilled as well.

“Then we’ll fuck, and if you’re still awake, I’ll impart some information about my formative years. Agreed?” Plan is, you won’t be awake.

She nods her head excitedly. That’s my girl, always ready to try something new. And she’s going to fucking love this sexy teasing game.

“Good girl. Open your mouth... wider.”

She looks puzzled again, but does as she’s told. I gently put the balls in her mouth.

“They need lubrication. Suck,” I order. I watch her carefully and am satisfied that she’s finding this new experience exciting, not scary. In fact she starts squirming – she’s still feeling frustrated from not being allowed to come when we fucked in the boathouse.

“Keep still, Anastasia,” I warn her. I’m still in control; she must do as she is told.

“Stop.” I tug the balls from her mouth, then throw the duvet aside to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” I command. She stands in front of me.

“Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles.”

Ana just blinks at me, and doesn’t move. Not good enough, Miss Steele.

“Don’t hesitate,” I warn her, putting the balls in my mouth to keep them warm.

She bends over as instructed. Her fantastic ass is perfectly positioned right in front of me, and that is one mighty fine view with her tiny lacy pale blue panties scantily covering the round fleshy expanse. Pert. Sexy. Fuckable. Her pale skin soft and smooth as I gently caress it. Mmm…it’s going to look even better when I’ve spanked it to a nice bright shade of pink. God, I love her delectable ass, fucking love it.



I move her panties to one side, run my finger up and down, then slip inside her. She’s wet. Soaking wet. I circle my finger inside her, once then twice. She moans and clenches her muscles around me, and it’s all I can do not to just take her right then and there. 

But that’s not how we’re playing this scene, so I take a few breaths to calm myself down. Control, Grey. Then I slowly insert the balls, slipping them in one after the other, pushing them deep inside her.

I straighten her panties, then lean forward to kiss her very beautiful bottom, resisting the urge to bite her there. Fucking hell, the things I want to do to her...

“Stand up.”

She’s a bit wobbly on her feet when she straightens up, so I hold  her to steady herself.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers in a pale pink little voice. Take it easy on her, Grey. She’s already served you very well today. Well, sexually anyhow. It’s just the defiance you’re going to have to work on.

“Turn around.”

She stands there, looking rather bemused as she adjusts to the sensation of the balls inside her.

“How does that feel?”

“Strange.”

“Strange good or strange bad?”

“Strange good,” she blushes.

“Good.” I thought you’d like them. They should work very well for you.

Now she needs to feel the full effect of the balls. She needs to move around.

“I want a glass of water. Go and fetch one for me please.”

She looks as me as if I'm crazy.

“And when you come back, I shall put you across my knee. Think about that, Anastasia.” Building up the anticipation. Not rushing things. Savoring each new sensation.

When she returns with my glass of water, she’s flushed and slightly out of breath. The balls are doing their job. Massaging her internally. Making her needy. Needy for my cock inside her. 

But not yet.

“Come. Stand beside me. Like last time.”

She sidles up to me, and I can see she’s trembling with excitement.

“Ask me,” I instruct her.

She looks puzzled. She doesn't understand. I want to hear her say the words.

“Ask me,” I repeat. After she refused to let me spank her earlier, now she must ask me.

“Ask me, Anastasia. I won’t say it again.” You are going to have to beg me if you want to get fucked.

I see it finally dawn on her what she must say.

“Spank me, please… Sir,” she whispers.

Yes. At last. I close my eyes as I thrill to her words. The words I needed to hear. She’s handing control over to me, to her Dominant.

I don't waste any more time. I reach up and grab her left hand to tug her over my knees, steadying her as she lands in my lap. I position her so her torso rests on the bed next to me. I gently start stroking her bottom to warm up her skin. God, it feels so fucking good. Then I tuck her loose unbraided hair behind her ear. But I can still grasp it to pull her head back.

“I want to see your face while I spank you, Anastasia,” I whisper, as I continue to caress her bottom.

I reach down between her fleshy cheeks to put pressure against her sweet little pussy, knowing this will increase the feeling of fullness from the balls inside her. She moans loudly. Yes, they are definitely working.

“This is for pleasure, Anastasia, mine and yours,” I whisper. 

Then slap, I hit the junction of her thighs, her bottom and her pussy. It’s the most wonderful sound on the fucking planet. This forces the balls forward inside her, which combined with the sting of my slap, is intensely arousing for her. The fact that she is helpless and under my control makes it all the more intense for her. 

I watch as she screws her face up to assimilate all the contradictory sensations. I caress her bottom again, over her panties. They are a barrier that softens my slap. When I take them off, the next slap will be that much sweeter on her skin, so we’re working up to that. 

That’s the key, to build up the pain gradually. This is just the very beginning, but this is how a sub is trained to work up to a caning. Simple steps, each one building up just a little bit more. Stimulating her body to produce a heady combination of adrenaline and endorphins that will give her an incredible rush. But tonight I’m only giving Anastasia a light erotic spanking. My anger has dissipated, so this spanking is not for punishment. This is a beginner’s gentle introduction to BDSM.

I hit her again, and she groans with pleasure. I alternate where I smack her. Left to right and then down. Caressing and kneading her soft, fleshy bottom in between each smack. She groans the loudest when it’s a downwards smack because that makes the balls shoot forward, just like the thrust of my cock inside her. Then I slowly peel her panties off, and she’s writhing - not because she wants me to stop, but because she wants, she needs, more. 

This lesson is going incredibly well; she is the perfect pupil. I start smacking again on her sensitized skin, building up to harder ones, and she is moaning so loudly that I know she’s nearly ready. That’s my responsibility, to observe her responses and judge how hard she needs me to spank her and for how long. That’s my role as her Dom, and after all my years of expertise and practice, I know exactly what she needs more than she does.

I am exhilarated and ecstatic to be in control of Anastasia this way. This is how it should be. Her enjoying my control, not fighting it. Understanding how much pleasure I'm giving her when I hit her. Understanding the immense pleasure it gives me.

"Good girl, Anastasia," I groan, knowing I can't hold on much longer myself now.

Two more hard spanks, then I suddenly grab the cord to jerk the balls out of her. She screams with pleasure. See how fucking amazing I can make it for you. I quickly sheath up and turn her over onto the bed, grab her hands above her head and then ease into her slowly. Oh baby, you feel so fucking good. She’s full of my cock now instead of silver balls, and she moans loudly. 

She asked me to make love to her tonight, so that’s what I do. I set a slow sensual tempo instead of my usual hard fuck. And it feels fucking wonderful. I feel every little bit of her silky velvety tightness as I stroke in, and then again as I withdraw. 

Backwards and forwards. In and out. Slowly, sensually. 

She’s so ready that her climax starts building almost immediately. I can feel her quivering, tensing and clenching until she quickly tips over the edge to an intense orgasm. As she clamps tightly around me, I give one last hard thrust, then still as I climax with her.

“Ana,” I moan as I collapse on her, our fingers still laced together above her head. We lay there stunned, panting and catching our breath together.

“I enjoyed that,” I whisper, as I kiss her tenderly. And I did. Very much indeed.

So I think we can make this peculiar arrangement between us work, because it’s still amazing between us, even if we don't fuck in my playroom every time. I can't lose sight of the fact that I still really want her in there, doing all my favorite hard shit, but I think we can find a way forward, a compromise. Fucking Ana is just amazing, so I’ll do it anywhere, anytime, any chance I get. 

And I can, because she's my girlfriend.

But for now, as her Dom, it is my responsibility to attend to her needs. I get some lotion to rub on her ass. Frankly it’s as much for my benefit as hers, because it is a pleasure, an honor, to massage her beautiful cheeks, which are now a glorious pink color  As she lies there on her front for me, I can see that she is very sleepy and tired. Good. Perhaps she will give up with the questions.

“Spill the beans, Grey,” she yawns at me. No such luck.

“Miss Steele, you know how to ruin a moment.”

“We had a deal.”

“How do you feel?” I ask, as I reluctantly finish massaging her ass.

“Short changed.” She’s not going to give up is she?

I slip into bed beside her, and pull her into my arms, being careful not to touch her sore behind. It’ll be fine by the morning, and she certainly doesn't seem upset this time after her spanking. As we spoon together, I kiss that little soft patch behind her ear that I find so enticing. She smells just as divine as ever.

“The woman who brought me into this world was a crack whore, Anastasia. Go to sleep.” There, I've kept my part of the bargain. Now I hope she’ll give up.

“Was?”

“She’s dead.”

“How long?”

I sigh, as I realize she just isn’t going to give up without a bit more information.

“She died when I was four. I don’t really remember her. Carrick has given me some details. I only remember certain things. Please go to sleep.” And that’s all I’m giving her. It’s more than I’ve ever told anyone apart from all the shrinks.

“Goodnight, Christian.”

“Goodnight, Ana.”


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27 June 2012

Chapter 19 - The Boathouse


Once we’re in the boathouse, I flick the lights on and head up the stairs to the attic, still carrying Anastasia over my shoulder like some prehistoric caveman. 

We’re about as remote as we can be from the house now. Good. We need to be. I am so fucking turned on, so fucking angry, and so fucking frustrated with Ana that it’s best we’re at some distance from my family so that I can deal with her.



At least I know that once I've given her the spanking and fucking she’s earned, I’ll feel calmer. As I've been carrying her, I’ve been deciding how many strokes I’ll give her. Last time I gave her eighteen strokes for her punishment spanking, and she deserves at least that amount again. But she’s going to get off lightly because I know we can't be away from the house for too long, and we have to go back and face everyone. So I guess I’ll have to settle for only giving her six this time, with a really good hard punishment fuck to follow. Then I’ll be able to think more clearly.


I set Anastasia down on the floor. Just as I’m about to take her over to the couch ready to start her spanking, I look down into her face. She’s wide eyed as she stares back up at me - like a deer being stalked by a wolf.


“Please don’t hit me,” she whispers. 


I'm stopped dead in my tracks by her whispered plea. 


“I don't want you to spank me, not here, not now. Please don’t.” 


I'm shocked, speechless. No woman has ever said no to me before. No sub has refused to be spanked – ever. And what she does next completely derails me. She tentatively reaches up and runs her fingers down my cheek, along the edge of my sideburn, then down to the stubble on my chin. She takes my breath away because her touch is soft, tender and loving. It reaches right into my very being, and I’m lost as I close my eyes to lean into her sweet touch. 


Then she reaches up with her other hand and knots her fingers in my hair, and I can't help myself, I’m moaning softly. It’s literally as if her touch is casting a spell over me, and I'm powerless to resist it. I'm spellbound. 


She steps up flush against me, and then gently pulls on my hair to bring my mouth down to hers. As she kisses me, she works her tongue in between my lips and into my mouth. I groan and pull her into my arms, letting the passion she’s unleashing take hold, as I kiss her back with a ferocity fuelled by my frustration and my anger. Then I come to my senses, and manage to pull back from her bewitchment. 


“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, feeling confused and out of control. 


This wasn’t how it was meant to go at all. 


“Kissing you,” she murmurs, her eyes reflecting my desire and need. 


“You said no.” You denied me what is mine. 


“What?” 


“At the dinner table, with your legs.” You closed your legs. You pushed my hand away. That said 'no'. That’s denying me. 

“But we were at your parents’ dining table.” I wanted to see you struggling to keep control. It would have been good practice for you. No one would ever have suspected us. They think we’re a pair of innocents. I suppose you are, and I'm corrupting you. 


“No one’s ever said no to me before. And it’s so – hot.” 


I don't understand this either, because it’s never happened before. No woman has ever refused me. Only Anastasia. And she is driving me insane with these feelings that I don't understand. All I know is that I am so aroused that I have to take her. I move my hand down to her ass, then pull her against me, against my aching erection. 


"You're mad and turned on because I said no?" she asks in astonishment. 


Seems that's how it works for me, baby. Go figure. 

“I’m mad you never mentioned Georgia to me. I’m mad because you went drinking with that guy who tried to seduce you when you were drunk and who left you when you were ill with an almost complete stranger. What kind of friend does that? And I'm mad and aroused because you closed your legs on me.” 


I slowly inch up the hem of her dress, breathing heavily because I know she is completely pantie-less underneath. No obstacles to stop me. 


“I want you, and I want you now. And if you're not going to let me spank you – which you deserve – I’m going to fuck you on the couch this minute, quickly, for my pleasure, not yours.” 

Okay, so I can’t spank her against her will, but I am going wrench back some sort of control here. She’s going to take a punishment fuck and I'm going to make sure she’s left frustrated. Then maybe she’ll understand how she makes me feel. 


I hold her tightly around her waist to keep her still. I’ve hitched her dress up above her ass now, so I move my hand down between her legs to cup her, and then slowly sink my finger into her. Christ, she's so wet and tight. She makes little moaning and whimpering noises as I continue to fuck her with my finger. 


“This is mine. All mine. Do you understand?” 


“Yes, yours,” she groans, as she leans against me. This is exactly how I want her - turned on, aroused and desperate for me. Well, she can sure as hell have me, but she sure as hell can't come. No orgasm for this frustrating creature. She’s going to be left feeling horny and frustrated, to teach her a lesson.

 
Abruptly I take my hand away, leaving her wanting. I unzip my fly, then push her down on the couch and lie on top of her. 


“Hands on your head.” She’s not allowed to touch me either. 


I kneel up and force her legs open wider, as I reach into my jacket pocket to get a condom. I shrug the jacket off, then rip the packet open and quickly sheath up. I look down at her - she looks magnificent lying there, her dress up above her ass, still wearing the sexy purple stilettoes, her legs wide apart, completely open and exposed to me. Fucking beautiful sight.  Mine. For my eyes only. 


“We don't have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand? Don't come, or I will spank you,” I manage to tell her through clenched teeth. 


Then with no preamble, I drive deep inside her, harsh, brutal, all the way, as hard as I can. Ah, yessss! She’s so fucking tight, so fucking hot, so fucking wet. She groans loudly, and bucks her hips up to me. I pin her down, holding her hands above her head, trapping her, giving her no choice but to take what I'm dishing out. A hard, raw, punishment fuck. I pound into her, fast and furious, losing myself in the simple rhythm of my need, my pleasure. 


It doesn't take long. I soon reach my release and ram into her, then still as I fall over the edge to explode. Once I’ve wrung out every last second of orgasmic pleasure, I collapse on top of her, letting her take my full weight, knowing that she's been left aching and hungry for more. That’s what happens with a punishment fuck. Then I quickly withdraw, before she can even think about grinding herself against me for any kind of relief. 

“Don't touch yourself. I want you frustrated. That’s what you do to me by not talking to me, by denying me what’s mine,” I instruct her. Some of my tension has gone, relieved by sexual congress, but I'm still angry with her. 
She just nods at me, seemingly stunned by the speed of my attack on her as she remains on the couch, her breathing erratic as she squeezes her thighs together in her frustration. Good. That was the intention. 

I gaze down at her as I stand up to remove the condom and do up my fly. She looks so bewildered and lost. Why does she do these things to me, act the way she does, to make me so angry? 


“We’d better get back to the house,” I tell her. Ugh, fucking condom to dispose of. Can't wait to stop using them. 


She sits up and starts to straighten her dress. I decide to make a concession, because she took her punishment fuck like a good girl. 


“Here. You may put these on.” I hand her panties back. Knowing I had her panties in my pocket all evening has been making me horny too, knowing how they smelt of her, of her arousal. But now I'm allowing her the privilege of wearing them, because that certainly was one mighty fine fuck. 
She quietly takes her panties without comment. But I think I see the hint of a secret smile, because she knows I didn’t make her ask me for them.
Just as she’s putting her panties on, we’re interrupted. Shit. 


CHRISTIAN! 


It’s Mia of course, come to retrieve us. Well, it could have been worse. She could have turned up five minutes earlier, and caught us while I was occupied with burying myself deep inside Miss Steele. 


“Just in time. Christ, she can be really irritating,” I mutter. 


Anastasia hastily tries to restore her dignity and appearance. 


“Up here, Mia,” I call down. “Well, Miss Steele, I feel better for that – but I still want to spank you,” I murmur. 


“I don’t believe I deserve it, Mr. Grey, especially after tolerating your unprovoked attack.” 


“Unprovoked? You kissed me.” And very nice it was too, if unexpected and confusing. 


“It was attack as the best form of defense.” 


“Defense against what?” 


“You and your twitchy palm.” 


As always, our witty banter makes me smile. 


“But it was tolerable?” I ask her softly, checking to make sure I haven't misread this. I’m pretty sure she enjoyed the rough, hard fuck almost as much as I did, except that she didn't get to come. But we can work on that later. By then she’ll be desperate for some release. 


I make some excuse to Mia about showing Anastasia my rowing trophies to explain why we’re in the boathouse, and then we head on back to the house, Mia complaining to us about Kate and Elliot, how they can't keep their hands off each other. 



The whole family has gathered in the hall as Kate and Elliot make their farewells. I notice Ana whispering furiously in Kate’s ear, no doubt lambasting her for dropping her in it with me. Maybe this will help her to see Kate for what she is – interfering, nosy and bossy. 


We take our leave as well, as Ana has her interviews tomorrow, and we need to head back. 


Mia nearly knocks Ana off her feet again with another big hug. 


“We never thought he’d find anyone,” she gushes. 


Yes, Mia, I think we’ve all got the picture now. You never thought I’d find a girl because you were all so convinced I was gay. Really? Do I honestly look gay? I don’t think I do. 


“Take care of yourself, Ana dear,” Mom says, and I think that yet again there could be a tear in her eye. I know my dear Mom would have made a gay partner of mine very welcome, but I can tell that she's really happy about Anastasia, which is great, because if we are going to try this girlfriend/sub arrangement, it won’t work if she doesn’t get on with my family.

I knew they would like her – how could they not? Even so, I can see that Ana is somewhat overwhelmed by my exuberant family, and I remember that she is an only child, who lived alone with her stepfather for several years. Just as well the grandparents aren't here today as well, because they'd be all over her too. 

“Let’s not frighten her away or spoil her with too much affection,” I protest.

“Christian, stop teasing,” Mom scolds, as I kiss her goodbye. I’m really pleased to see that I've made her happy by bringing Ana over tonight. Maybe this will help make up for some of the bad shit I've put her through over the years. There’s been a lot of that, too much, and she doesn't deserve it, she really doesn’t. 


I have a collection of sixteen Madonna and Child paintings in my apartment that I've collected in her honor, because she has been a saint of a mother to me. My savior. 




Even Dad seems to approve of Anastasia, despite his earlier apparent misgivings that Elliot warned me about. 


“Mr. Grey – goodbye and thank you,” she says shyly to him as she holds out her hand. 


“Please, call me Carrick. I do hope we see you again, very soon, Ana,” he tells her and then he hugs her too, which is most unlike Dad. She seems to have won everyone over with her shy charm, and I'm proud of her. Yeah, really proud of her actually. 

~~~

On the twenty minute ride back to Escala, I ask Ana what’s up because I can sense she’s brooding about something, and I discover why Ana looked sad earlier in the evening. 

“I think that you felt trapped into bringing me to meet your parents. If Elliot hadn’t asked Kate, you’d never have asked me.” 


So that’s what this is all about. Why would she possibly think that? 


“Anastasia, I’m delighted that you’ve met my parents. Why are you so filled with self-doubt? It never ceases to amaze me. You’re such a strong, self-contained young woman, but you have such negative thoughts about yourself. If I hadn’t wanted you to meet them, you wouldn’t be here. Is that how you were feeling the whole time you were there?” 


Having spoken to so many shrinks over the years, I can't help but think a lot of these negative thoughts of Ana's stem back to her unsettled childhood. I think about the results of the background check I had Welch run on Stephen Morton, the guy her mom was married to for a short while when Ana was a teenager. 


Nothing concrete has been unearthed about him, but there were rumors and whispers that he was abusive towards her mom, not so much physically, but emotionally and verbally belittling her. And if he was like that towards her mom, it seems likely he would have acted in a similar way towards his stepdaughter, when she was at a very vulnerable age in her formative teenage years. Maybe she too has scars and baggage she’s carrying round that she manages to hide pretty well most of the time. At least Ana had solid, dependable Ray to turn to. And at least her mom had the sense to ditch this Morton guy after only a few months. He sounds like a piece of shit.

 
I want to understand her better. I want her to open up to me. I reach over and take her hand in mine. I see her glance over nervously at Taylor, clearly feeling uncomfortable about opening up in front of him. 


“Don’t worry about Taylor. Talk to me.” I have the feeling that if I don’t take this rare opportunity, she’s going to clam up on me again. 


She shrugs and sighs. 


“Yes. I thought that. And another thing, I only mentioned Georgia because Kate was talking about Barbados. I haven’t made up my mind." 


I sense that at this moment, I could probably put pressure on her not to go. I could do exactly what Kate accuses me of. I could manipulate her to stay because that’s what I want. But all she’s planning to do is go and see her mother, and my conscience pricks me. Of course she should be able to go see her mom if she wants to. 


“Do you want to go and see your mother?” 


“Yes.” 

I hate, fucking hate the thought of her leaving and being thousands of miles away on the other side of the continent. And I realize it isn’t just because I won’t be able to fuck her. It’s much more than that. I won’t be able to see her, or touch her, or smell her. I won’t know where she is or what she’s doing – or who with. 


Maybe I could go with her. I’m sure I could find some business opportunities to develop in that part of the country. That way I’d be combining business and pleasure, so it would still be putting my time to good use. 


“Can I come with you?” I ask. 


She looks shocked – horrified even. Not so keen then. 


“Erm… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 


“Why not?” Don’t you like being with me? 


“I was hoping for a break from all this… intensity to try and think things through.” Break. She wants a break. I don’t like that word. 


I stare at her. What’s she talking about? 


“I’m too intense?” Moi? 


Ana bursts out laughing. “That’s putting it mildly!” 


I love hearing her laugh. If she goes away, I’ll miss that. I’ll miss her wit and the amusing banter we have between us. No one else talks back to me the way she does. It’s just ‘yes sir, no sir, three fucking bags full, sir’. I thought that was how I liked it. But it turns out I was wrong. 


She laughs at me too. No one else dares to do that. 


“Are you laughing at me, Miss Steele?” 


“I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Grey.” 


“I think you dare, and I think you do laugh at me, frequently.” 


“You are quite funny.” 


“Funny?” I don't think anyone has ever called me funny before. Sick and twisted maybe. 


“Oh yes.” 


“Funny peculiar or funny ha ha?” 


“Oh… a lot of one and some of the other.” 


“Which way round?” 


“I’ll leave you to figure that out.” 


“I’m not sure I can figure anything out around you, Anastasia. What do you need to think about in Georgia?” 


“Us,” she whispers. No, no, no, please don’t say it’s over. 


“You said you’d try,” I whisper. I have this funny achy feeling in my chest. It hurts. 


“I know.” 


“Are you having second thoughts?” 


“Possibly.” I knew you were being impulsive when you agreed to try being my sub. Now you’ve had a chance to reflect, you’re not so sure. 


“Why?” 


She stares out of the car window pensively for what seems like an age.


“Why, Anastasia?” I press her for an answer. If she doesn’t tell me, how can I try to fix things? 


She shrugs and closes her eyes. 


I take her hand and squeeze it. 


“Talk to me, Anastasia. I don’t want to lose you. This last week…” has been the best week of my entire existence. 


Finally she seems to come to a decision. She turns and looks straight into my eyes. 


“I still want more,” she whispers. Her eyes are brimming with unshed tears.


She wants more of me. Fifty shades of fuckedupness me. She’s scared because I've told her any previous sub that wanted more has always been shown the door, immediately and without hesitation. 

She thinks I’m going to do the same to her. She seriously believes I would throw away everything I’ve found with her this last week. She doesn't understand that she’s different. Maybe that’s because you haven’t told her


I’m really not sure what more I have that I can offer her. But at least she isn’t rejecting you; she wants to be with you. Grab this chance Grey, grab it with both hands. 

“I know,” I tell her. “I’ll try.” 


She blinks in disbelief. She obviously thought that once she’d confessed she wanted more, it would be goodbye from me. For anyone else it would be. But not her. 


“For you, Anastasia, I will try,” I promise, meaning it with every bone in my body. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life before. Trouble is, I really don’t know how to do ‘more’, but I guess we’re just going to have to figure it out as we go along. 


Next thing I know, she’s unbuckled her seat belt and scrambled into my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me exultantly. I kiss her back, relieved that I seem to have given her the answer that she wanted from me. 


“Stay with me, tonight. If you go away, I won’t see you all week. Please.” I need to have an extra-large fix of her to last me while she’s gone, but I know it still won’t be enough. 


“Yes,” she agrees. “And I’ll try too. I’ll sign your contract.” 


I gaze down at her curled up in my lap. I’m fine with this contact, in fact I love having her on my lap like this. She's nice and close, and her hair is right under my nose so I can smell her sweet scent. 


And although I want her to sign the contract, I know this is another of her impulsive moments, brought on by relief that I didn't reject her plea for ‘more’. But I’m not going to take advantage; for once I'm not going to be a manipulative bastard . And actually, what is the point of the contract? I can hardly take her to court for being in breach if she walks away, can I? Either she’ll stay with me or she won’t. A piece of paper won’t make any difference. But it is a symbol of our agreement, so I'd still like her to sign it. 


"Sign after Georgia. Think about it. Think about it hard, baby.” 


Because you’ll have to be brave to take me on with all of my shit. But I really need you to make the right decision. Of your own free will. Which is fucking hard for me to accept. 

“I will,” she whispers as she nuzzles against my neck, and because she’s not directly on my chest it’s fine. More than fine, pretty fucking good actually, and I tighten my grip to pull her even closer. I don't want to let her go, but all too soon we’re home. 


Taylor opens the car door for us, and Ana shyly thanks him and then blushes profusely as she recalls that he’s been privy to our entire conversation. 


I catch him giving her a reassuring smile, as if to say ‘Don't worry; your secrets are safe with me.’ She’s not used to this, but the fact of the matter is, because of the entourage that comes as part of the package, you do lose some of your privacy when you become a billionaire, or a billionaire’s girlfriend. 

So she’s just going to have to get used to it. 


Because I’ve decided. 

That’s what Anastasia is from now on. 

My Girlfriend. 

Hopefully a submissive too, but she is most definitely My Girlfriend from now on. 



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23 June 2012

Chapter 18 - Happy Families



While Anastasia sleeps, I shower and get dressed, ready to go to my parents’ house for dinner. It seems such a shame to wake her because she looks so sweet and peaceful, but with just half an hour until we have to leave, I have no option.

I gently kiss her temple, but she doesn’t wake, so I trail gentle kisses over her face until she stirs, but she just moans and burrows back into her pillow.

“Anastasia, wake up,” I gently cajole her.

“No,” she moans.

“We have to leave in half an hour for dinner at my parents,” I remind her. I smile because she looks so rumpled and grumpy and just plain adorable.

Reluctantly she opens her eyes.

“Come on sleepyhead. Get up.” I lean down to kiss her again. She is utterly irresistible with those big blue sleepy eyes. “I’ve brought you a drink. I’ll be downstairs. Don't go back to sleep, or you’ll be in trouble.”

I put down the drink of cranberry juice and sparkling water, then leave her to get up and get ready.

I’ve already had a phone call earlier from Mia, making sure that I’m still coming over and definitely bringing Anastasia with me. I’ve also had a phone call from Elliot too.


“Hey dude, how’s it going? You are bringing Ana over to Mom’s this evening aren’t you? You know I'm bringing Kate too?”

“Yes, and yes,” I reply succinctly. Of course I know he’ll have another reason for calling.

“Cool. So… umm… everything going okay, you know, between you and Ana?”

“Fine, thanks.”  I’m smiling to myself as I'm thinking about our first scene in my playroom today, and somehow my brother picks up on this. They say you can hear a smile in someone’s voice.

“Ah, right, glad to hear it. Because… you know… all joking aside, Ana’s your first girlfriend and you’re her first boyfriend, so …”

“Elliot, just don't…” I quickly try to shut him down, horrified by where I think he’s going with this.

“No, hear me out will you? Look, I know you don't usually like to talk to any of us about personal shit, but as your big brother I want you to know, in all seriousness, that you can always come to me for any kind of help or advice about the sex stuff. I mean, obviously you know what goes where, but as you're just starting out on your first relationship, let me tell you little bro, there is so much more to it than that. With all the experience I've had, I can give you all sorts of tips and advice about things like the best positions for a really great fuck, and kinky little tricks that'll help make up for your lack of experience with the ladies.”

“Elliot, just shut the fuck up will you!”

“It’s okay, Christian, no need to be embarrassed. You’re just a bit of a late starter I guess, but I’m sure you’ll soon make up for lost time now you’ve found a great girl like Ana. I’m just glad you finally realized there’s more to life than working and empire building.”

“Is that all?” I sigh, knowing it’s futile to argue with him. It just prolongs the agony.

“Actually no. I wanted to give you a heads up that after I spent the day helping the girls move yesterday, Dad was grilling me to find out more about them. He’s familiar with Kate’s family background and her dad’s business, but with Ana …”

“But what? What about Ana?”

“Don't get angry, but he was worried that Ana could be some sort of a gold-digger who’s managed to turn… I mean seduce you because you’re not used to ‘feminine wiles’, as he put it.”

HE WHAT? How fucking dare he…”

“Calm down, Christian. I soon put him straight, told him what a straight forward, honest to goodness, decent girl Ana is, and I'm sure as soon as he meets her, he’ll see that for himself. It’s just the lawyer in him coming out, trying to protect and look out for you. Mom told him not to be so cynical; she backed me up about what a lovely girl Ana is too.”

“For fuck’s sake, does he think I'm fifteen or something?” I try to keep my temper in check. 

This is the trouble with my family having no clue whatsoever about my true lifestyle. And things between us have certainly been a bit strained at times, because I don't think Dad’s ever forgiven me for dropping out of Harvard. Despite the fact that I’m now a billionaire, he still thinks I should have stuck it out to finish college before setting up in business. But I have no regrets whatsoever - dropping out was one of the best things I’ve ever done.

“Look, don’t let it get to you, but I just thought I should warn you, in case he says something tonight… something that might make you fly off the handle and lose that famous temper of yours. How is the good Doctor Flynn these days, by the way? I guess you’re still having your sessions with him?”

This is Elliot’s less than subtle way of asking if I’m still as fucked up as ever.

“Yes, I still see him. Look, I’ve got to go now, I’ll see you at Mom’s later.”

“Okay, see you there. And don't forget, I’m always here for you, little bro.”

~~~

I suppose Elliot’s heart is in the right place. And he's probably right to warn me about Dad. I would have practically ripped his head off if he hadn’t forewarned me. Now I know, I'll be prepared. But once he’s met Anastasia, I’m sure he’ll realize his fears are unfounded.

I’m standing looking down at the view of Seattle below when Ana comes in. I’m surprised she’s managed to get ready in just fifteen minutes. Clearly she’s not the type of girl who needs to spend hours on makeup. I like that, I like that she is a natural beauty. She looks stunning in that purple dress she's wearing.

“Hi,” she says softly, with a smile hovering around her lips. I wonder how long she spent looking for her panties before she realized that I still had them.

“Hi, how are you feeling?” I smile back, waiting for her to ask for them. As her Dom, I will probably allow her to have her underwear back, providing she asks her Master for them in a polite and respectful manner.

“Good, thanks. You?”

“I feel mighty fine, Miss Steele.” Why isn’t she asking me for them?

“Frank. I never figured you for a Sinatra fan,” she comments on the music that’s playing. I'm very fond of the old crooner. Mom has always been a fan of his, and he never goes out of fashion in my book.

He’s singing ‘Witchcraft’.

Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It’s witchcraft

And I’ve got no defense for it

The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?

‘cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft

And although I know it’s strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says “Yes, indeed” in me
“Proceed with what you’re leadin’ me to”


It’s very appropriate, because at times I swear Anastasia has cast a spell over me, to get me acting the way I have to break my rules.

“Eclectic taste, Miss Steele,” I murmur, as I realize the sexy little vixen is not going to ask me for her panties. It seems she's planning to go to my parents’ house without her underwear. That is so fucking hot that I get an immediate hard on.

“Dance with me,” I whisper, as I take the remote from my pocket to turn the volume up and then hold my hand out to her. When I’m in the mood, I like to dance. Elena taught me because she loved to dance, and she was a very good teacher.


 

So now I pull Ana into my arms, put my arm around her waist and start to sway. She grins up at me, and we start to move. I sweep her round the whole apartment, from the window, to the kitchen, round the dining table, over to the piano, and then back and forth in front of the big glass wall with the lights of Seattle twinkling far below us. 

With dancing, it’s all about letting the man take the lead, trusting him to guide his partner.  Ana relaxes in my arms and lets me lead her, so we move together really well, effortlessly gliding round. It’s a lot of fun, and she laughs happily. I like hearing her laugh: it’s such a lovely sound and I’d like to make her laugh like that a lot more. As the track comes to an end, I kiss her and murmur,

There’s no nicer witch than you…Well that’s brought the color to your cheeks, Miss Steele. Thank you for the dance. Shall we go and meet my parents?”

“You’re welcome, and yes, I can't wait to meet them,” she answers breathlessly.

Really? Without your panties? You’re really going to do this? And I thought you were shy.

“Do you have everything you need?”

“Oh yes,” she says sweetly.

Fucking hell. She’s going to be sitting next to me all evening with no underwear. With all my family there.

“Are you sure?”

She just nods at me nonchalantly.

Well, I guess this could be fun. It is so fucking naughty and deliciously sexy. She truly never ceases to surprise me.

“Okay. If that’s the way you want to play it, Miss Steele,” I tell her, as I shake my head in disbelief.

I grab her hand, collect my jacket, and then lead her out through the foyer to the elevator. As we go down, my mind is very pleasantly occupied imagining the ways I’m going to take advantage of her lack of underwear. But first we’re going to meet my family, so I have to keep my thoughts under control for now.

As Taylor drives us over to Bellevue in the Audi, I think again of how great it was to hear Ana laughing and giggling earlier today. Am I really doing the right thing by making this sweet girl my submissive? Laughing is not part of the job description of a sub. It is so selfish of me. 

But I am a selfish man, and I can't give her up. But perhaps if I can somehow give her enough ‘more’ to make her smile and laugh sometimes, maybe that’ll be enough? But how much ‘more’ can I give, what am I capable of? Taking her to dinner at my parents is most definitely ‘more’. So it’s a start. My thoughts are interrupted by Ana.

“Where did you learn to dance?”

“Do you really want to know?” You won’t like the answer.

“Yes.”

“Mrs Robinson was fond of dancing.” I did try and warn you that you wouldn’t like it.

“She must have been a good teacher.”

“She was.” In so many ways.

Ana looks away and stares unseeing out of the window as we speed up the I5. I can see that she’s frowning, deep in thought, and I’m worried about where her thoughts are going.

“Don’t,” I tell her softly. Don't change your mind about subbing for me.

“Don’t what?” 

“Over-think things, Anastasia.” I take her hand and gently kiss her knuckles. “I had a wonderful afternoon. Thank you.”

And it’s true. She was wonderful earlier in my playroom, really wonderful. Fucking amazing actually and I can't wait for the next time. I just can’t get enough of her. In fact I don't think I’ll be able to wait until Friday to see her again. Now she’s living nearby in Seattle, we can easily arrange a midweek meeting, it's so much better than when she was all the way down in Portland. It’s great that she’s moved here, nearer to me. 

Flynn’s right, it’s up to me to set the rules about how often a Dom needs to see his sub. This can be part of ‘more’, to keep her happy. Maybe we could do vanilla on a Wednesday – Vanilla Wednesdays. That could work. And maybe she could stay over Sunday nights and leave Monday morning. I could even get her to pay me a visit in my office. I could fuck her on my desk, maybe a lunchtime quickie, to keep me going until I see her again. 

Fuck, that is a brilliant idea, Grey.

“Why did you use a cable tie?” she asks.

“It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s something different for you to feel and experience. I know they’re quite brutal, and I do like that in a restraining device. Very effective at keeping you in your place. All part of my world Anastasia.” 

I squeeze her hand to try and reassure her. The look on her face when she first saw the cable tie was priceless. 

Yeah, I was a kinky bastard buying BDSM supplies from you in the hardware shop. And yeah, right from the beginning I wanted you to be my sub.  


I see Ana look nervously towards Taylor, obviously worried about him listening to us, but I don't have any such concerns. 

He is the very essence of discretion, and I trust him implicitly. He and Mrs Jones are both very familiar with the contents of my playroom - part of Gail’s duties is to clean that room, and Taylor regularly checks in there as part of his security sweeps. So they are both aware of my very singular tastes. They both also know that I only ever take a woman in there if she is fully consenting. 

I don't pry or ask what kind of sex they enjoy together. For all I know they might enjoy their own version of kinky shit behind closed doors. Each to their own.

Ana is staring out of the window pensively again. I wonder what’s going through her mind. Is she having doubts or second thoughts?

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask her. I’m sure she’ll like my ideas for ‘more’. I sure hope so anyway.

She sighs and frowns.

“That bad, huh?”

“I wish I knew what you were thinking.” 

Best you don't know most of the time. Fifty Shades, baby. The shit in my head would send you running for the hills.


“Ditto, baby,” I smile back.
~~~

As we pull up outside my parents’ house, I turn to Anastasia.

“Are you ready for this?”

She nods nervously and I give her small hand another reassuring squeeze.

“First for me too,” I whisper. “Bet you wish you were wearing your underwear right now.” 

I’m not sure she’s really thought this through. I think she can be impulsive sometimes.

Ana throws me a filthy look as she blushes. You should’ve just asked me nicely for your panties. Your choice. Game on.

Mom is waiting for us on the doorstep, and Dad is just behind her, so we make our way in and I introduce Anastasia to Dad. I see him looking at her with great interest, and I recall Elliot's warning to me earlier. But I relax when I see Dad’s eyes soften as he looks at this sweet young girl I'm bringing home. I don’t think he’s going to say anything too probing, and no doubt Mom has warned him to be on his best behavior as well.

Mom wraps Ana in a big warm hug as she welcomes her. Yep, no doubt about it, Mom really likes Ana, and is clearly thrilled to see her again.

Then there is a loud screeching noise that can mean only one thing. Mia is about to descend on us. Ana glances nervously at me.

“Is she here?” Mia hollers, as she comes hurtling towards us.

“That would be Mia, my little sister,” I explain dryly. You can’t help but love her, but she's always so dramatic and over the top.

“Anastasia! I’ve heard so much about you,” Mia practically knocks her over as she enthusiastically hugs her. Anastasia looks rather bemused and overwhelmed as Mia takes her hand and then drags her into the house as she explains, “He’s never brought a girl home before.”

I roll my eyes. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

We head on into the living room, where Kate and Elliot are already sat cuddled up together on the coach. With any luck maybe they’ll take the spotlight off Anastasia and me.

Kate gets up and comes over to embrace Ana, but she barely acknowledges me. Clearly she still thinks I'm a priapic asshole.

Elliot gives Anastasia a big hug too, and I have to fight down my jealousy. This is my brother for God’s sake. But I still don't like any other man touching her. 

So once he lets her go, I pull her closely by my side and put my arm around her. Mine. That feels better. I put my hand on her hip and spread my fingers out. Hmm, that feels fucking horny because there’s no panty line under her tight fitting dress. Very nice. Now I'm feeling hot and hard as hell,  and we've only just got here.

I suddenly realize that everyone is staring at us as we stand there together, as if we’re some sort of a celebrity couple on the red carpet.  Everyone looks almost star stuck, in awe, as if they can't quite believe what they’re seeing. Jeez, they were all obviously totally convinced I was gay. It’s pretty unnerving. 

Finally Dad manages to pull himself together.

“Drinks?” he offers. “Prosecco?”

“Please,” Anastasia and I answer in unison. Everybody stares at us again. Mia squeals and claps her hands together.

“You’re even saying the same things. I’ll get them,” she says, as she scoots out of the room.

Ana is looking over at Kate and Elliot, and a strange, almost wistful look passes over her face. This is one of those occasions I wish I knew what was going on in her head, because clearly something is worrying her, but I don't have a clue what it is.

As we go and sit together on the couch, I notice Anastasia carefully crosses her legs, no doubt mindful of not advertising her lack of underwear. I sit back and relax, as Mom has said dinner is almost ready.

The talk is of vacations, and it seems Elliot is so love struck that he's going to join Miss Kavanagh out in Barbados. I’m not really paying that much attention, because I’m still contemplating how I can get Ana on her own to fuck her. That’s what she’s begging for by not asking me for her panties, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint, especially as I only got to fuck her twice in my playroom this afternoon.

I vaguely hear Dad asking Ana if she’s going to take a break now she’s finished her degree, and just as I’m thinking that Kate being away is a good thing, because frankly she is far too nosy and interfering for my liking, I’m jolted out of my thoughts by Ana’s reply.

“I’m thinking about going to Georgia for a few days,” she casually lets drop.

WHAT THE FUCK? How come I know nothing about this? How fucking dare she make plans without so much as a word to me?



“Georgia?” I query, just about managing to keep a hold on my temper, bearing in mind that I’m surrounded by my family. I can hardly pull the Dom/sub card here can I?

“My mother lives there, and I haven’t seen her for a while,” Ana explains.

I recall from her background check that her mother does indeed live in Georgia. The checks also showed she hadn’t flown anywhere in the last six months, so I begrudgingly concede she is probably telling the truth. But I still don't like it. I’m still fucking mad about it. And I’m worried she’s running away.

“When were you thinking of going?” I ask quietly. I take a deep breath to try and calm the fury I can feel building inside me. Georgia is a long way away, so I figure it’s not going to be just an overnight trip. 

I hate this. I want to forbid her to go.

“I don’t know yet. It will depend how my interviews go tomorrow.”

What does this mean? That if she doesn’t get a job she’ll stay with her mom for longer? She can’t, I’m not having this. I need her here so that I can see her whenever I want.  I look up to see Kate staring at me, as she shoots me a smug smile.

“Ana deserves a break,” she says pointedly. 

In other words, Kate thinks she should get away from me. She made her views perfectly plain the other evening. ‘Maybe you should just take a hike and leave her alone. Look at the state of her, you're not good for her. Just because you're obscenely rich and used to getting what you want all the time, doesn't mean you can intimidate her and trample all over her feelings, just so you get to lay her whenever it suits you."

At least I’m relieved to see that Dad is being perfectly nice and polite to Ana as he asks about her interviews. Which reminds me, I must make sure I’m updated with any feedback about her interviews. Then I’ll set in motion the appropriate plan of action. Everything is lined up ready to buy out whichever company makes her an offer, Ros has seen to that.

Mom announces dinner is ready, so we all stand to make our way out of the room. As the others leave, I grab Ana’s arm to snatch a quick word with her.

“When were you going to tell me you were leaving?” I manage to speak reasonably civilly, despite my anger. You should have spoken to me first, before you made any kind of fucking decision about leaving.

“I’m not leaving, I’m going to see my mother, and I was only thinking about it.”

“What about our arrangement?” 

I’d got plans to see more of you, baby. Don't back out on me now.

“We don't have an arrangement yet.” 

Please don't run on me. Not now. I thought we did have some sort of an agreement.

I realize that we can hardly discuss our arrangement at my parent’s dinner table, so I let it drop as we head towards the dining room.


“This conversation is not over yet,” I hiss, as she glares back at me.

We manage to join in and make polite conversation at the table, until I notice Ana peeking at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Please don't be mad at me,” she whispers, looking up at me with those beautiful big blue eyes of hers.

“I’m not mad at you,” I lie.

She continues to train those eyes on me, and I know she can see straight through me.

“Yes, I am mad at you,” I sigh and close my eyes in defeat.

“Palm-twitchingly mad?” she nervously asks.

And then Kate-fucking-Kavanagh sticks her fucking interfering nose in again.

“What are you two whispering about?” she rudely interrupts. 

 Her message is clear again. ‘Just be warned Grey. However rich and powerful you may be, I won't just idly stand by and watch Ana get hurt’.

I’m starting to really dislike her and find her exceptionally irritating. I glare over at her to warn her to butt out. Had we been anywhere but my parents’ house I would have made my feelings a lot clearer, but as she is only too aware, I have to remain civil to Elliot’s girlfriend while I'm here. No doubt she sees this meddling of hers as payback time for her perceived mistreatment of Anastasia by me. Good job she has no idea of the whole truth.

Ana tries to head Kate off by saying we were just discussing her trip to Georgia, but there is still a wicked gleam in her eye as she drops the next bombshell.

“How was Jose when you went to the bar with him on Friday?”

I can see Anastasia is horrified that Kate has let this juicy piece of information drop. With good reason. If I was mad previously, I am now fucking incandescently mad. I hadn’t been happy about things before, but I just about managed to let it pass when I thought that Jose had just joined both the girls in the apartment to share a final farewell meal. 

Now it transpires she went out on her own with Jose fucking Rodriques. The same fucker that pretended to be her friend but then practically raped her when she was drunk and helpless. The same supposed friend who let a stranger - me - take her home even though he had no idea what my motives were. Some friend.

Anastasia looks scared, as she murmurs back to Kate,

”He was fine.”

I lean over and whisper quietly in her ear.

“Palm-twitchingly mad. Especially now.”

I see her squirm in her seat. Yes, she ought to be fucking scared. First chance I get, I’m giving her the proper punishment she’s earned with all this shit I'm discovering. She’s not going to be able to sit down for a week. That thought, combined with her lack of underwear, is really fucking hot, but it has to wait until later. So in the meantime, I decide to have some fun on my terms.

Underneath I’m still seething, but I manage to maintain the appearance of being calm and relaxed. Mia talks about her time in Paris, what a beautiful city it is, how I should take Ana there.

“I think Anastasia would prefer London,” I say as I look at her, remembering what she said about the authors of the classic books she loves when we had our first date in the coffee shop.

Under the table, I place my hand on her knee, and then slowly move my fingers up her thigh. I feel her whole body tighten in response as she realizes where my hand is heading and what my fingers are going to do to her. 

That’s what happens when you don't wear your panties out to dinner.  It’s an open invitation for me to access what’s mine. And I'm accepting that invitation. Right here. Right now.

But she pushes my hand away. 



Fuck, she’s refusing me? She’s saying ‘no’ to some finger fucking under the table? 

Well, well, the punishment just got even harsher Miss Steele. Bring it on, because now I really can't wait to get you alone.

“So what was wrong with the Parisians? Didn't they take to your winsome ways?" Elliot asks Mia.

“Ugh, no they didn’t. And Monsieur Floubert, the ogre I was working for, he was such a domineering tyrant.”

Anastasia chokes and splutters on her wine. She knows she has her very own domineering tyrant sitting right here next to her. One who is palm-twitchingly-fucking mad at the moment. The irony is not lost on me.

“Anastasia, are you okay?” I ask her solicitously, taking my hand off her thigh for now, as I pat her back.  But I will be having my way with her, just as soon as I possibly can.

Mia is her usual self, and keeps us all entertained with her exploits in Paris. She has a natural talent for languages, and slips into speaking fluent French without even realizing she’s doing it, until I respond in French to point it out.  It’s very hard to be in a bad mood when Mia’s around, she is such a bubbly, outgoing girl, as well as being very bright. You just can't help loving my baby sister.

I look over at Elliot and Kate and I can see the looks between them are scorching hot with sexual tension. How Elliot can stand the girl I really don't know, but that’s his choice I guess.

Finally our meal is over, and as I pretend to be absorbed in a discussion regarding the merits of solar panels in Washington State, I put my hand on Anastasia’s knee again, and then slowly ease my fingers up her thigh to resume my plan to finger fuck her. But she presses her thighs together. 

She’s saying ’no’ to me again.

That’s it. It’s time to put a stop to all of this nonsense and give her the punishment she is in severe need of, due to all her defiance and disrespect to me. The thought of her bare ass beneath that dress, along with those sexy high heels is driving me insane with need. I fucking love a woman in stilettos, so she won’t be taking those off.

“Shall I give you a tour of the grounds?” I ask her innocently. I've decided against punishing and fucking her anywhere in the house because she might make too much noise with what I have in mind.

She hesitates, but I ignore this as I stand up and take her hand to lead her away. My balls are aching because I've had a hard on all evening, so I'm a man with a mission as I lead her through the house, and out through the kitchen.

“I’m going to show Anastasia the backyard,” I tell Mom as we pass by, and I see her happily smile as she waves us through. No doubt she thinks we're just going for an innocent stroll. 

Yeah right. Sorry Mom, but what you don't know about won’t hurt you.

I’m practically dragging Ana across the lawn, and she stumbles.

“Stop, please,” she says. “My heels. I need to take my shoes off.”

Oh no you fucking don’t. You’re keeping those on while I spank and fuck you.

“Don’t bother." I pick her up and scoop her over my shoulder.  When she squeals in shocked surprise, I give her a taste of what she’s in for, as I give her a good hard slap on her behind.




“Keep your voice down,” I growl. I love it when she struggles. I find her resistance very arousing, so now I’m even more desperate to get on with punishing and fucking her.

“Where are we going?”

“Boathouse.”

It’s far enough away from the house so we won’t be heard.

“Why?”

“I need to be alone with you.” 

You’ve really got it coming, going out alone with photographer boy.

“What for?” 

And planning to leave without running your plans by me first.

“Because I’m going to spank and then fuck you.” 

And saying ‘no’ to me at the dinner table.

“Why?” she whimpers.

“You know why."

“I thought you were an in-the-moment guy?”

“Anastasia, I'm in the moment, trust me.”

We burst into the boathouse, and I quickly make my way up to the attic room to deal with Miss Steele in the manner she so richly deserves.


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