Claiming of Fifty shades

Limitations

A fucking virgin? I chuckled darkly.

I'd be a God-damned sonuvabitch!

Anastasia Steele, the woman who had me tied in knots was an innocent and I would've never believed if I hadn't seen and felt the evidence myself, nestled right there in her sweet little adorable sex.

She liked playing games with me thinking me someone akin to that ex of hers, constantly teasing me with her wiles. Unfavourably, in the end, such games had a pretty little virgin like her involved with someone like me. And her ex was an unfortunate bastard, if I might add.

Once I got her, I'd make a feast out of her.

It had nearly been half an hour since I left Miss Steele alone with that Kavanagh woman. As though she hadn't been a blubbering mess on the tip of my tongue just moments before, she'd feigned indifference to me in front of her friend. Kissing her in front of others was not on today's agenda. An impulsive move, that it was. But the mercenary inside me desired her to pine, always wanting to leave behind a momentum that would remind her of me.

The woman who never failed to leave me with a raging hard-on was untried. Once again, the thought came unbidden into my mind. I stifled a sly smirk. I didn't understand how I took it as something to reap gratification from, instead, I should be furious. Her being a complete innocent was something I had never thought to count on but... it turned out to be a complete turn-on.

I admitted to have seen a lot of mouthy females and males alike in my lifetime, but she took the cake. Everything seemed to be jumping out of proportion as far as she was concerned. A pest, that she was, who had turned out to be more desirable, much smarter, and a hell of a lot insolent then I initially perceived. I had never before in my life met a more defiant, infuriating and arousing-as-hell creature. She was a study in opposites in some ways. It was almost funny how truly tiny she actually was. She hardly came up to my shoulders, but her stomping and tantrums made up for her petite frame.

It most certainly was not helping that my most trusted ally had now stopped obeying me, ever since it had set the one-eyed sight on Miss Steele—it had lost his mind and rebelled. I glared at my hard-on just willing it to go down.

As far as sex went, it had always been with experienced females, all of whom were familiar with my lifestyle, closer to my age, sometimes older—more seasoned as submissives, along with a high tolerance for pain. Most of them heavily into fisting, brutal clamps, whips and whatnot, which suited me just fine to take my frustration out on. But those seasoned ones hadn't woken the animal inside me, only the innocent Miss Steele had done the deed.

She, who, somehow had been a different story altogether from the beginning, now turned out to be extremely tight and petite, when I tended to stretch the most mature and experienced of cunts. Unfortunate for her, she'd be in pain if I took her, but, for some reason, the thought of her tears made my dick even harder. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes shut, not liking my disposition at all.

Contrary to all our differences I'd decided to be the one to take her virginity, eliminating the barrier that could pose problems with my plans. Until I was done and over with her, I wouldn't—couldn't—allow any other fucker to touch her, even with a ten feet pole. After I was done... well we'll see when the time comes, I furrowed my brow.

In my world, sex needed ground rules aside from the usual contract to prevent any sense of intimacy from developing in my contractual relationships. Getting fucked by me demanded limitations, it was as simple as that. Failure to abide by them would render every contract null and void except for the NDA.

Rule No 1: I did not have sex with any female without a condom. When I first started having sex with Elena, she used to make me put on a condom to avoid getting caught by her husband. Since she, of course, was not monogamous with anyone and regularly had sex with Lincoln. She couldn't risk him discovering her infidelity by finding other men's cum leaking out of her. Therefore, even long after her, I couldn't forgo such an important safety measure. That high level of trust and comfort, I'd never felt with any woman. It turned out to be a plus, the barrier always helped me avoid intimacy. I had never been monogamous with a single submissive, neither were they monogamous with me. Condom was a vital element.

Rule No 2: I did not perform oral sex unless in a threesome or a group sex. Why? Again, it boiled down to avoiding intimacy. Otherwise, cunnilingus could carry too much of a sense of romanticism for my liking. Anastasia though, I genuinely wanted to taste her.

Rule No 3: Women weren't allowed in my bedroom. Period. And returning the favour, I never invaded their privacy.

Rule No 4: No one was allowed to cook for me except for my house keeper whom I had a professional relationship with. Cooking was a domestic activity, and the next thing one knew, submissives could be planning to cook in hopes of arranging a romantic dinner. So their access went as far as the guest room, their personal bathroom and the play room when needed. Food was delivered in their room by my weekend's house-keeper. During their appointed time in my apartment they were not to come in my way unless summoned to the playroom and I wouldn't disturb them in their rooms. If I had more than one sub over, they all had different guest rooms. And they were not supposed to, under any circumstances, come face to face with my family.

Rule No 5: No one touched me anywhere, except my cock, and that when allowed.

In return, they were provided with luxury as long as they were in an active contract with me.

I wanted to accumulate one thing though, could Anastasia be one of those women?

Whatever she'd be, one thing was certain. This Anastasia, I wanted to fuck bareback.

I'd never practised monogamy. Could I do it? I shrugged, not dwelling on it.

But one thing was certain, given my fixation which had only gotten worse, I'll force her to be monogamous with me even if I had to resort to drastic measures.

She was only mine.