Christian's Yearning

CH26

~ ghosts of CG past ~

“What are you doing?” Christian asks her as the cool air engulfs him. Ana has pulled over the covers exposing his naked body; after arriving at Escala and taking her several times, he is in his natural state.

“I want to see how it grows!” She rests her face down on his stomach, observing his flaccid cock.

“What? I am certain by now you have seen me already.” Christian says with a smirk.

“Of course, but never, you know… without it being up.” She is in a very playful mood big smiles and all.

Christian tightens his muscles just to tease her – it won’t stay that way for much longer; no the way I desire her; her full lips so very close!

“Do that again” she begs; he does. She blows a little warm air; the reaction is immediate. She giggles.

“I love that.” At seeing her confused face he explains, “your giggle; it is the best!” Ana walks into the closet in search of his jeans, the ones for the playroom, the ones that makes him look incredible and delectable.  

“Hey where are you going, Ms. Steel? You need to finish what you started!” Christian stands up, naked, and stalks towards her. He grabs himself expertly moving his hand along his length.

She is amazed that all her things, from the sub room, are now in his closet. It is amazing how big his closet really is and it seems that he has added all things Calvin Klein to her clothes. He even has some CKs himself! She smiles and bends over to open the drawer. There knows she will find the sexy faded jeans.

Without paying much attention at what she is doing, she reaches over while looking over her shoulder eyeing his engorging appendage. “I am thinking we can play!” she answers back with a sing song voice.

“Oh yes, baby!” Christian’s voice is low and full of desire; his cock standing up ready in expectation.

Time stands still, at first Ana does not understand what is right in front of her eyes. Papers have fallen from a box at the bottom of the drawer. They scattered leisurely to the floor pooling at her feet. When her brain is able to put the images together she feels cold, all her blood draining from her. Ana is stunned into silence.

Once Christian reaches her, he stands in silence. There is his girl, big blue eyes almost popping out of their sockets; tears threatening to fall. She is holding his play jeans tightly against her chest as if they provide some sort of shield or protection against image after image of naked women, exposed, bound in different poses.

Some have opened legs their engorged privates clearly visible; some even dripping with semen. Some are in all fours, some from behind, some from the side; bound, gagged, laughing, crying. Some are in the throngs of passion and some are basking in after glow. The common denominator is he red room in which the pictures were taken; all are hard core and embarrassing.

- Oh SHIT! Why, why on earth! FUCK, his broken past always comes back to haunt him.

He approaches her slowly, as if the wrong move will send her into a crazy fit or frenzy. “I-It is not what you think,” his voice cracks slightly.

Ana raises an eyebrow in question. “They are insurance,” he continues. Ana cocks her head to the left. “Against back mail,” he explains. “I keep them in my safe;” he starts to pick up the pictures and un-ceremoniously stuffing them into the box. “I am not sure how they got here; I have not opened that drawer in six months or more!” Christian is out of breath “Please, do not run!”