Christian's Yearning

CH18

~ first date ~

It is high afternoon; the sunlight is creeping into the bedroom, a gentle breeze cooling the room. The soft covers caressing her back, Christian’s scent intoxicating her senses.

Christian is looking into her ocean blue eyes with adoration. “You are my more, Anastasia,” he lowers his face and places soft kisses between her breasts. “You are so lovely,” he wants her, all of her. He swiftly turns her over and caresses her soft skin. “You have a delectable derrière.” He pulls her hips up and kisses her slowly.

- Be careful Grey, she asked for this, but she will run if we hurt her. Make it pleasurable, maybe three. Just three spanks, not too hard. I can keep my control with three. She will leave! Dear Lord, please not.

He settles on the edge of the bed and drapes her across his lap. Two hard spanks are followed by more sensual caresses. “Is this what you were looking for, Ms. Steele?” His Dom making an un scheduled appearance.

- She will run for sure…. No she won’t… only three; she is doing well. I think she may even like it.

Ana knows that voice, the voice that Dominant Christian uses. “Yes, please, oh yes.” Her sensitive skin feels on fire. The impact tingles with sharp pleasure currents following right after.

He turns the vibrator to its lowest setting; slap-slap-slap. “Is this what you want?” His hand has the familiar warming of his hand. He yearns to continue because he has not even began to establish a rhythm.

“Yes, it is. I need you, Christian.” She looks over her shoulder; his eyes are dark and he looks domineering and control. His power rouses her beyond imagination.

“Mine. You. Are. Mine.” He wants her like no one else before. He is full of perverted desires for her. Yet, her like this satisfies him beyond anything else; beyond anyone else ever has.

slap-slap-slap. Three hard successive spanks and finally he feels the sting on his hand. Her alabaster skin turns a striking shade of pink and he feels the familiar pull on his groin.

“Yes.” Her voice is jerky and breathy.

“Tell me you are mine, Anastasia.” He demands. “Tell me you won’t leave me.” He caresses the soft mounds of her derriere, moving his hands all over her lower back and down again.

- is that what worries him, me leaving?

“I love you, and I am not going anywhere.” She assures him.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

 “I am yours, only yours.”

“Mine!”

“Yes.” She is writhing with pleasure and desire.

 zip-zip. He inserts one finger then two more; she is dripping wet and his fingers move around until he finds what he is looking for. He removes the vibrator and withdraws his hand. She craves his touch and pushes against him. He responds with another hard slap and screams and moans are answer enough. She is vocal asking for more he expects.

“Ready for me, Anastasia.” He will never tire of calling her name – she doesn’t know, but he never called anyone’s name while fucking. Elena was mistress, the others he called them by their last names. He always kept them at an emotional distance. She is in all fours expectantly. In he goes, as far in as she can take him. He circles his hips, and he thrust hard. He licks his lips and bites the tip off his tongue. He slows his rhythm and relishes the warm contractions she surrounds him with. After a while, he speeds up and sets up a fast and deep pace.