CHRISTIAN GREY; Pure Agony

Chapter 5: Welcome

Chapter 5

Christian's POV

         
          I never would have thought I'm going to sleep well last night but I did. I felt secure, well and in deep peace. In my life, I only thought that...no one could make me sleep well every single night to her side, no other than Anastasia.

          But after last night, I'm surprised to wake up on her side with enough sleep. When I woke up, I find myself wrapped around her. My arms around her waist, my legs over her soft legs. Her back was on me and first thing in the morning, I can freely smell her hair. Her sweet lavender scent

          Oh, Ivory, how I can't restrain myself from you.

          After of reminding what happened early in the morning, I washed myself and quickly wrapped a white towel on my waist. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I found her still sleeping. I dress myself in the same room, not bothering if she wakes up this very moment I'm dressing up.

          As I leave her in my room and head to my office, I received an email from Flynn, just asking what's going on now with my life and how's everything. Well, it's been two years and a month since Flynn and I saw each other. My last meeting with him is when I'm still with Anastasia.

          Anastasia. That name that reminds me of everything. It still send chill down my spine when I'm saying her name but not the exact same way It used to be. There's no more desire, no more intense, no more lust, no more of anything; Not even love. Just something that reminds me that I've change a lot since she came into my life. And I've also changed since the day she left me for good.

          I know she's working under some business man named Jack Hyde as a assistant, commissioning editor at SIP. And I know she's doing great since she decided to leave the life that I have.

          More. Love. Me being a dominant.

          These three things are the reason why she decided to leave me. I don't know if there's more reason why she left but one thing I'm sure of; One, I can give her more but she can't handle my defenition of more. Two; I love her before but I can never fulfill the love that she wants. Three; I'm a dominant. My whole thirteen years of life after the day I ended up being a submissive when I was fourteen, I started to live as a dominant.

          Yes. I am a dominant who seek pleasure through a submissive. But she wanted me to let it all go.

          I shake my head, trying to free myself from that thought.

          But now, there's this lady who's now sleeping in my bed. She's giving me such emotions when she's around. Want, desire, lust, eagerness and the list goes by. Since the day she entered my office at Seattle wearing beige coat, pale pink polo, A-line skirt, thick stockings and black navy trucker shoes; I instantly knew she'll be a sweet delectable girl who'll perfectly fit to be my new sub.

          I know when she told me yesterday that she also wants to see me, I know she meant it, and fuck, I want to see her as much as she does. I'm starting to crave for her. To taste her to feel pleasure with her in all ways that will pleased me. Each time I look at her, that crave to touch her is becoming unbearable. Thinking that I won't touch her only if it's just in her elbows, already makes me insane.

          I should really tell her everything as soon as she wokes up. Today. Might as well print new copies of the rules and mortage again. Give it to her and tell her to erase anything she's uncomfortable with. It'll just be fine with me. But I won't let go of spanking. It just pleased me too much.