How To Love

oh damn!

CHAPTER 6
You can call the one and only Christian Grey mad, there will be no crime in there. In fact mad would be undermining his... state of mind ... the state of his body... his need.
He felt like he was losing himself. Stasia has been slowly consuming every atom that belongs to him, and not once did he resist. Instead he entertains them as he buries his face in her hairy pussy, sucking dry the magnificent juices that once flowed once in the rivers of Eden.
He was drunk in the pleasure as he lays down Stasia down on the black leather bed. His hard dick entered her and pounded... then pounded... then pounded into her warm, tight pussy endlessly. Each thrust was more powerful than the other, as slowly the gift of an orgasm approaches.
It was also her pussy. Dear Lord - the angels were crooning in his ear and soul as he continued to fuck. There was that connection none of them could deny. It was strong pull as not only their bodies inched closer as they gave themselves the gift of sex but also it was as if the field of their souls interfered, pulling them closer and closer to each other in another level.
Who cares Stasia sucked being a submissive, sex with her can be quite satisfying.
"Ah!" Christian gasped as he feels the powerful waves of an orgasm approached. He pounded mercilessly into her, her screaming and writhing under him.
She was a screamer, Christian noticed. Maybe it was nipple clamps, vibrator and having being hit with a paddle driving her mad. But still moments later, all of them gone except for his big dick in her, the only screams he could hear were from him fucking her. They came both together, their breathes deep. Christian collapsed right next to her.
"I want to contract you," Christian said without thinking.
"No," Ana said as she quickly stood from the bed, picking up her clothes. Through her difficult in having to move, it was a miracle to be able to move as he fucked her in many ways than one, leaving her sore in almost everywhere.
"Why? Is it because we are doms? We can work it out."
"Fuck that. I don't do that kind of thing Christian." Ana was putting on her sneakers as he stood up from the bed and approached her.
"Then try this for once then. You might love it."
"What I might love right now is to leave. Thanks Christian," she said closing the door, blowing him a kiss.
Christian stood there dumbfounded. No woman has ever walked out on him and he cant but feel a bit sad.
"Fucking hell!" he shouted to himself inside the soundproof room. He decided to leave.
*#*#
It was Tuesday at GEH and everything was going alright for a normal day. He still couldn't help himself but think of Stasia. In the morning he woke to a wet bed, evidence of his sinful desire to Stasia. He couldn't help himself, she was beautiful. He knows this even if he is still denied the chance to see her face. But her skin, her pale milky skin. She is pure sin only from heaven, one that he cannot cleanse himself of even as Friday rolled in.
He inside Elena's club and he saw sitting alone in a dark corner, with probability looking for a sub. He noticed her with her long chestnut hair and that black mask of hers. He didn't waste time as he approached, the last words they ever said to each ringing in his ears.
He gulped down his saliva with a large amount of nervousness, a new emotion he has invited in his lost since fifteen years ago. He ran his fingers through his hair and breathed a large amount of air.
"Christian," she said, her voice soft. He felt he was whiplashed. He knew that voice as it sounded familiar but he couldn't place it. "What do you want?"
"You," he said simply. Out of nowhere, he covered the distance between them and took Ana in his arms and kissed her as if his life depends on it. He sat down next to her, his lips still locked in hers and they continue in their dance of passion.
"I promised myself I would stop thinking and seeing you. What do you want from me?"
"I said I want you," he whispered still gasping for air, his hand in her hair.
"I - we can't Christian. We are playing with fire."
"I said lets try this and see where it leaves because I can feel the chemistry between us. Lets not deny it Stasia. Lets make an arrangement and we can do whatever we want please."
Ana thought about it. She might be breaking her own law but what is she to say as she cant deny the passion between them.
'Do it Ana. Take risks,' her subconscious told her. She decides that she might do it. I mean isn't your subconscious always right.
"Fine," she mumbled, looking into his grey orbs. How they looked so familiar!
Elena watched from afar, studying the both of them. She kicked her leg for not knowing her name as she the most mysterious person in this room. Even Christian failed to find out her name! But at the end of the day, she spelt trouble. She could see the way Christian looked at her and it is not good as per Elena's standards.
'I will have to device a way to separate,' she thought as she turned and went to her sub in her dungeon at the top floor.
*#*
Christian and Ana both undressed taking their own time, teaching each other. Christian couldn't stop smiling. Things were going his way! He pulled Ana to him only in her underwear and sniffed her hair. It smelt amazing. He tugged her hair a bit harsh, the same thing done by Ana as she grasped his manhood fondling it. Christian hissed, strengthening his hold on her hair and moved himself through her wonderful fingers. He tossed onto the bed. As he was to climb on top of her, Ana overpowered him and overturned him so that he was underneath.
"Its just me and you baby tonight. No dom no sub," the instant she said that she stole his mouth for one last time in a fierce kiss and descended down to his dick and began sucking him off.
A phone began ringing but they both ignored it. it rang once more. Ana threw her hand in the air and said, "Just fucking answer it," she reached to grab it and she saw Jason Taylor written on the screen. She didn't think much of it but when Christian stood up and answered the phone by saying, "Grey." the puzzled fitted into place.
Fuck! She wanted to scream. Oh my gosh, she just wanted to... Ah! She couldn't believe what was laid out in front of her. She looked at the restroom Christian entered and she cant help but feel angry and disappointed on herself. She almost slept with him for the third time. Jesus! Can this month get any better.
She quickly dressed and as she was to leave, Christian came out with a smile on his face. "The situation has been solved we can-" he stopped midway as he saw her dressed and ready to go. "What the fuck is it now?"
"The fact that I am sleeping with my boss. Why didn't I realize this earlier. I knew you looked similar."
"What are you talking about?"
"Christian we cant do this. Its just wrong?" she turns to leave but Christian holds her back. He asks her why.
"Christian, or should I say Mr. Grey? I cant do this. I work for you and you are already here," She points to her upper neck.
"I'm confused."
"Use that brain of yours Mr. Grey. I am already breaking one of your rules and now I have to also face the fact that I slept with you and you already getting on my nerves since John Cooper was fired." Ana rushed out the door and soon after the club and ran home.
It is then the dots connected that he knew what was happening. Shit! Shit! He laughed to himself then frowned. If he knew Ana Steele was a good lay he could have fucked her a long time ago. He began searching for her but it was clear that she has already left. He ordered a bottle of whisky and took it to Escala has he thought about the situation more in depth.
He laughed to himself, coupled in with dozen gulps of whiskey he was in hysterics. He fucked his junior accountant. The more he thought about the more he was getting a bad feeling.
He woke early in the morning, funnily with no bad dream, just a dull dreamless sleep with a throbbing head hungover. He decided to check his email. As he was sifting through, he found one that left him shocked, mad and angry.
To: Christian grey
Subject: Two weeks final notice
From: Anastasia Steele