Christian's Yearning

CH 36

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“Ana, don’t worry, don’t over analyze this…”

“Well, do you even have any fantasies left?” she asks nervously.

 “…here I tell you an unfulfilled fantasy of mine.” Ana pulls away from him to look into his eyes, her blue orbs opened wide in anticipation.

 “Did I hear you correctly?”

“Yes”

“Really! And you never have done this fantasy of yours?”

“No, you can touch me, Ana; the only one that has ever been able to.” Christian is actually blushing and wiggling his eyebrows up and down playfully.

“You are blushing! I don’t know if I ever seen you blush like that!” She teases him; a playful fifty is so very sexy “O. K. I am game!”

“What? Right now…”

“Yeah, before I lose my nerve!” her hands are shaking a little and she pushes her insecurities to the back of her head. “Nobody will be able to hear us, right?”

“No.” Christian stands up, squares his shoulders. Then, he leans for a chaste kiss. “You are one surprising woman... You will stop me if it gets too much, you remember the safe words?”

“Yes, I’ll scream red!”

“Good. Get ready for bed. I’ll be back in 10!”

“Alright,” Ana takes her clothes off, puts on a simple camisole and brushes her teeth. Then she grabs a book and starts reading in bed. Just on time, the bedroom doors open and if at all possible a taller Christian walks in with a purposeful stride, locking the door behind him as Ana screams. His face is set, unexpressive like stone, and his eyes are smoldering hot.

“If you do what I say, you will not get hurt… much, Miss.” His voice is an octave or two lower and controlled; his erection evident through his pants.

“P-Pl-Please don don’t hurt me,” Ana stutters. She wants to giggle so she bites her lower lip to control it – shit! He is impossibly good looking, her insides are molten lava just thinking about what he has between his legs. Come make me yours, take me now!

Christian grabs her ankle and pulls her close. She kicks him and screams.

“Be quiet. NOW!” He orders her with a strong and demanding tone.

“Noooo, mercy!” She whimpers and begs while she pulls his hair. At the first opportunity she kicks him surprising him enough to free herself and run away from the bed.

As fast as lighting, Christian grabs her by her hips. “I came here for a reason and I will not leave until I get it, Miss.” His fingers are digging into her flesh now and it feels like an electric current is running up and down her body.

“Fuck you!” She grabs hand full of his hair pulling as hard as she can.