* Public notice announcement: this is a piece of fiction, never get into to a stranger’s car/apartment/bed/dungeon and if you go somewhere always let some know where you are going… With Stranger at My Door, because they are close, they drive to Escala; I am keeping in line with EL James’ story where she got into a helicopter. Now, on with the story.
CH16 Ana
On the floor, I am on the fucking floor of a red room waiting for who knows what. What in the world am I doing here? I am in my knickers with nothing else on, on my knees waiting. I feel my heart beating a mile a minute. My hands are sweating, I am nervous.
I wait and wait. Minutes turn into hours or an eternity, there is nobody here, there is nothing here but my thoughts, the room is half in darkness now; there is a strong smell of lemon and leather. I wait and wait, my eyes feel heavy and all I want is to snuggle against Christian. I want to feel his warmth and inhale his heady scent. Self-preservation tells me I should leave, now!
I get up, my nipples are at attention, I am unusually wet but I make my decision and open the door. There standing against the window I find Christian – has he been there all this time?
He is wearing a pair of old jeans, fraying and over-washed. There are spots by the knees and thighs that are ripping. The top button is unfastened; he looks amazing, his abs are showcasing the incredible physical shape he is in. He stretches his hands and opens the door wider.
“Are you going somewhere?” His voice is low, sexy and commanding. I look down and bite my lip, many things pass by my mind – I am afraid, I should go, I do not know what I am doing here – but I cannot seem to coherently express any of them.
“Do you want to leave?” He holds my hand; his is warm and soft. Then he rubs my back. I love feeling is large hands on me, they make me feel protected. Christian Grey is like a drug, the more I have of him; the more I want.
“Since the first time I saw you I wanted to take you to my playroom, to have my wicked way with you.”
“Wicked?”
“Yes, to fetter, flog, and fuck you.”
Oh dear, if I thought my heart was racing then, it is about to walk away from my body now. “I am in for a playful flog; and I am always down for fuck with you. Not much for the fettering, I’ll go for something more gentle, though...” my voice is but a whisper.
“Come!” He holds my hand and pulls me into the room. “You are beautiful! I love your skin; it is flawless; you are flawless. MS. Steele.”
He relaxes against the bench, and braids my hair. He slowly kisses my neck and rubs my back. It is an intimate gesture, and it relaxes me. When the braiding is over and the massage is done, he gently guides me to the bench and secures my hands and feet with soft leather cuffs. He settles me so that my legs are straight, my torso on top of the bench, and my arms relaxed on the other side. It is not uncomfortable.
I am embarrassed though, since my rear is exposed – I suppose that is the idea, it gives him easy access.
He walks over to the other side of the room, I cannot see much. Only the wood floor and his feet moving about, the music he plays is soft and a voice starts “Baby baby I get down my keens for you…”
He grabs a cat-o-nine-tails and my eyes go wide. He then remind of the safe-word as he rips the thin fabric covering my modesty. He kisses me and bites me, not too hard. I am sweating, my mind is reeling in expectation; but I am not sure what I am expecting – pain or pleasure?
Christian trails the ends on my back, and swivels the cat around all over me. My muscles tense, it tickles!
The music changes to a soft rhythm, piano and symbols. It is the music we belly danced to, a small gesture but it means a lot to me at this moment. The tickling continues, down my legs, my arms, my back. He hits my breasts, but it is not painful. I relax and close my eyes.
Then he starts hitting me, here and there. Never the same spot; it is as if he is following a pattern I cannot decipher. I know my skin is pink or red by now; again it stings but does not hurt. The final blow does hurt, and I am thinking I probably should stop this. But then, I feel him, rubbing himself all around me as he kisses, gives me some soft bites, and licks. I cannot help it, I try to move toward his touch, and I am embarrassed at the noises coming out of my mouth. Unsuccessfully, I bite my lip trying to contain them.
The music goes back to the first song.
His fingers go inside of me, and I reach heights that I did not know existed; as soon as I come down from my high I want more. I want him, all of him.
“Again!” I beg, shamelessly “Please.”
He enters me, at a fast and furious tempo. He pushes into me and I cannot resist, I scream “Yes, like that.”
“Don’t”
“Oh”
“Please”
“Stop”
“Fast”
“More”
I lose all sense of time and space, Christian inside of me, pushing into me, over and over again. I know we exist because I feel him, I know now what pleasure means. All the times before this, pale in comparison. They were practice runs for this, right here, right now.
I feel like I am climbing up to a mountain top, I look down a precipice and feel the weightlessness of freefalling into ecstasy. I cannot breath, I need oxygen. Christian is in and out. I grasp for air as electricity runs all the way from my hair to my toes.
“Don’t”
“Oh”
“Please”
“Stop”
“Fast”
“More”
“Yes, like that.”
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Stranger at My Door
FanficBefore work, a single woman is having a quiet breakfast at home when she is interrupted by a handsome stranger, with a little girl on his arms. He is searching for a different unit in the same building. Soon she finds out the handsome man is surroun...
