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As the Chancellor gets to his feet with his opening speech to start the graduation ceremony, I scan the rows of faces for the one that I'm desperate to find. The auditorium is packed, so it takes a while for me to find her. But there she is, sat in the second row, wearing her cap and gown same as everyone else, sinking down in her seat to avoid my eye.
Miss Anastasia Rose Steele.
The woman that I spent all of last night thinking about, worrying about, deliberating about. She's here and at least now I know for sure that's she's safe.
She is making me insane. I wish I'd never met her. That's a lie, of course. My life was just a void, an empty mass of nothingness until she tripped her way into my office, into my life. And the reason she was there was the same reason that I'm here today. My involvement with WSU. Environmental science, farming for third world countries to find ways to eradicate hunger and poverty. It's a cause very close to my heart - well it would be if I had one.
But good cause or not, this morning is going to be interminable. Speeches, more speeches, and then hundreds of fucking degrees to hand out. I have to sit through all of this shit before I'll get an opportunity to speak to Ana. And speak to me she will, because this situation between us has got to be resolved one way or another. Either she signs up, or I'm going to have to force myself to somehow forget about her and move on.
The Chancellors' speech is boring as fuck, so of course I find myself looking at Ana. I'm pleased to see she blushes as she notices which tie I'm wearing. She unconsciously touches her wrists, no doubt recalling how I used it to tie her to the headboard in her room before I gave her a good hard fuck. God, that was so good, but I can't sit here for the next however many hours with a hard on, so I take a deep breath to marshal my thoughts and stare at the WSUV emblem above the entrance.
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I won't be ignored or messed around any longer. This is not me. This is not the way I do things. I need to refocus. I need a new sub; if not Miss Steele, then I can easily find another little brown haired girl who will be more than willing to sign up to be fucked any which way I dictate.
Who am I kidding? Try as I might, I can't dispel all these evocative images and thoughts that keep replaying through my mind. Gazing into those beautiful blue eyes of Ana's. Being buried deep within her exquisite tight, velvety lushness. Feeling her fingers in my hair as she clutches me to her. Hearing her call my name as she climaxes. How connected I feel with her. How sweet and soft she feels when I wrap myself around her in my bed. How at ease I feel sleeping with her. How the nightmares stay away when I'm with her.
