“Christian, I can’t accept them, they’re just too much.” Here we go, another battle of wills.
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.
“You see, this is what I was talking about, you defying me. I want you to have them, and that’s the end of the discussion. It’s very simple. You don’t have to think about this. As a submissive you would just be grateful for them. You just accept what I buy you because it pleases me for you to do so.”
“I wasn’t a submissive when you bought them for me,” she says quietly.
As ever, she has an answer for everything. “No…but you’ve agreed, Anastasia.”
Is she reneging on our deal? God, this girl has me on a roller coaster. “So they are mine to do with as I wish?”
“Yes.” I thought you loved Hardy?
“In that case, I’d like to give them to a charity—one working in Darfur, since that seems to be close to your heart. They can auction them.”
“If that’s what you want to do.” I’m not going to stop you.
You can burn them, for all I care…
Her pale face colors. “I’ll think about it,” she mutters.
“Don’t think, Anastasia. Not about this.” Keep them, please. They’re for you, because your passion is books. You’ve told me more than once. Enjoy them.
Placing the champagne on the table, I stand in front of her and cup her chin, tipping back her head so my eyes are on hers. “I will buy you lots of things, Anastasia. Get used to it. I can afford it. I’m a very wealthy man.” I kiss her quickly. “Please,” I add, and release her.
“It makes me feel cheap,” she says.
“It shouldn’t. You’re overthinking it. Don’t place some vague moral judgment on yourself based on what others might think. Don’t waste your energy. It’s only because you have reservations about our arrangement; that’s perfectly natural. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Anxiety is etched all over her lovely face.
“Hey, stop this. There is nothing about you that is cheap, Anastasia. I won’t have you thinking that. I just sent you some old books that I thought might mean something to you, that’s all.”
She blinks a couple of times and stares at the package, obviously conflicted.
Keep them, Ana—they’re for you.
“Have some champagne,” I whisper, and she rewards me with a small smile.
“That’s better.” I open the champagne and fill the dainty teacups she’s placed in front of me. “It’s pink.” She’s surprised, and I haven’t the heart to tell her why I chose pink.
“Bollinger La Grande Année Rosé 1999—an excellent vintage.” “In teacups.” She grins. It’s infectious.
“In teacups. Congratulations on your degree, Anastasia.”
We touch cups, and I drink. It tastes good, as I knew it would.
“Thank you.” She raises the cup to her lips and takes a quick sip. “Shall we go through the soft limits?”
“Always so eager.” Taking her hand, I lead her to the sofa—one of the only remaining pieces of furniture in the living room—and we sit, surrounded by boxes.
“Your stepfather’s a very taciturn man.”
“You managed to get him eating out of your hand.” I chuckle. “Only because I know how to fish.”
“How did you know he liked fishing?” “You told me. When we went for coffee.”
“Oh, did I?” She takes another sip and closes her eyes, savoring the taste. Opening them again, she asks, “Did you try the wine at the reception?”
“Yes. It was foul.” I grimace.
“I thought of you when I tasted it. How did you get to be so knowledgeable about wine?”
“I’m not knowledgeable, Anastasia, I just know what I like.” And I like you. “Some more?” I nod toward the bottle on the table.
“Please.”
I fetch the champagne and refill her cup. She regards me suspiciously. She knows I’m plying her with alcohol.
“This place looks pretty bare. Are you ready for the move?” I ask, to distract her. “More or less.”
“Are you working tomorrow?” “Yes, my last day at Clayton’s.”
“I’d help you move, but I promised to meet my sister at the airport. Mia arrives from Paris early on Saturday. I’m heading back to Seattle tomorrow, but I hear Elliot is giving you two a hand.”
“Yes, Kate is very excited about that.”
I’m surprised Elliot is still interested in Ana’s friend; it’s not his usual MO. “Yes, Kate and Elliot, who would have thought?” Their liaison makes matters complicated. My mother’s voice rings in my head: “You could bring Anastasia.”
“So what are you doing about work in Seattle?” I ask. “I have a couple of interviews for intern places.” “You were going to tell me this when?”
“Um… I’m telling you now,” she says. “Where?” I ask, hiding my frustration. “A couple of publishing houses.”
“Is that what you want to do, something in publishing?” She nods, but she’s still not forthcoming.
“Well?” I prompt. “Well, what?”
“Don’t be obtuse, Anastasia. Which publishing houses?” I mentally run through all the publishing houses I know of in Seattle. There are four…I think.
“Just small ones,” she says evasively. “Why don’t you want me to know?” “Undue influence,” she says.
What does that mean? I frown.
“Oh, now you’re being obtuse,” she says, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Obtuse?” I laugh. “Me? God, you’re challenging. Drink up, let’s talk about these limits.”
Her eyelashes flutter and she takes a shaky breath, then drains her cup. She’s really nervous about this. I offer her more liquid courage.
“Please,” she responds.
Bottle in hand, I pause. “Have you eaten anything?”
“Yes. I had a three-course meal with Ray,” she says, exasperated, and rolls her eyes.
Oh, Ana. At last I can do something about this disrespectful habit.
Leaning forward, I take hold of her chin and glare at her. “Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will take you across my knee.”
“Oh.” She looks a little shocked, but a little intrigued, too.
“Oh. So it begins, Anastasia.” With a wolfish grin I fill her teacup, and she takes a long sip. “Got your attention now, haven’t I?”
She nods. “Answer me.”
“Yes, you’ve got my attention,” she says with a contrite smile.
“Good.” I fish out her e-mail, and Appendix 3 of my contract, from my jacket. “So, sexual acts. We’ve done most of this.” She shuffles closer to me and we read down the list.
APPENDIX 3
Soft Limits
To be discussed and agreed between both parties:
Does the Submissive consent to:
Masturbation
Cunnilingus
Fellatio
Swallowing Semen
Vaginal intercourse
Vaginal fisting
Anal intercourse
Anal fisting
“No fisting, you say. Anything else you object to?” I ask.
She swallows. “Anal intercourse doesn’t exactly float my boat.”
“I’ll agree to the fisting, but I’d really like to claim your ass, Anastasia.” She inhales sharply, gazing at me.
“But we’ll wait for that. Besides, it’s not something we can dive into.” I can’t help my smirk. “Your ass will need training.”
“Training?” Her eyes widen.
“Oh yes. It’ll need careful preparation. Anal intercourse can be very pleasurable, trust me. But if we try it and you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again.” I delight in her shocked expression.
“Have you done that?” she asks. “Yes.”
“With a man?”
“No. I’ve never had sex with a man. Not my scene.” “Mrs. Robinson?”
“Yes.” And her large rubber strap-on.
Ana frowns and I move on quickly, before she can ask me any more questions about that. “And…swallowing semen. Well, you get an A in that.” I expect a smile from her, but she’s studying
me intently, as if seeing me in a new light. I think she’s still reeling over Mrs. Robinson and anal intercourse. Oh, baby, Elena had my submission. She could do with me as she pleased. And I enjoyed it.
“So, swallowing semen okay?” I ask, trying to bring her back to the now. She nods and finishes her champagne.
“More?” I ask.
Steady, Grey, you just want her tipsy, not drunk.
“More,” she whispers.
I refill her cup and get back to the list. “Sex toys?”
Does the Submissive consent to the use of:
Vibrators
Butt plugs
Dildos
Other vaginal/anal toys
“Butt plug? Does it do what it says on the box?” She grimaces. “Yes. And I refer to anal intercourse above. Training.”
“Oh. What’s in ‘other’?” “Beads, eggs, that sort of stuff.”
“Eggs?” Her hands shoot to her mouth in shock. “Not real eggs.” I laugh.
“I’m glad you find me funny.” The hurt in her voice is sobering. “I apologize. I’m sorry.”
For fuck’s sake, Grey. Go easy on her.
“Any problem with toys?” “No,” she snaps.
Shit. She’s sulking.
“Anastasia, I am sorry. Believe me. I don’t mean to laugh. I’ve never had this conversation in so much detail. You’re just so inexperienced. I’m sorry.”
She pouts and takes another sip of champagne. “Right—bondage,” I say, and we return to the list.
Does the Submissive consent to:
Bondage with rope
Bondage with leather cuffs
Bondage with handcuffs/shackles/manacles
Bondage with tape
Bondage with other
“Well?” I ask, gently this time.
“Fine,” she whispers and continues reading.
Does the Submissive consent to be restrained with:
Hands bound in front
Ankles bound
Elbows bound
Hands bound behind back
Knees bound
Wrists bound to ankles
Binding to fixed items, furniture, etc.
Binding with spreader bar
Suspension
Does the Submissive consent to be blindfolded?
Does the Submissive consent to be gagged?
“We’ve talked about suspension. And it’s fine if you want to set that up as a hard limit. It takes a great deal of time, and I only have you for short periods anyway. Anything else?”
“Don’t laugh at me, but what’s a spreader bar?”
“I promise not to laugh. I’ve apologized twice.” For Christ’s sake. “Don’t make me do it again.” My voice is sharper than I intended, and she leans away from me.
Shit.
Ignore her reaction, Grey. Get on with it. “A spreader is a bar with cuffs for ankles and/or wrists. They’re fun.”
“Okay. Well, gagging me. I’d be worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe.”
“I’d be worried if you couldn’t breathe. I don’t want to suffocate you.” Breath play is not my scene at all.
“And how will I use safe words if I’m gagged?” she inquires.
“First of all, I hope you never have to use them. But if you’re gagged, we’ll use hand signals.” “I’m nervous about the gagging.”
“Okay. I’ll take note.”
She studies me for a moment as if she’s solved the riddle of the sphinx. “Do you like tying your submissives up so they can’t touch you?” she asks.
“That’s one of the reasons.”
“Is that why you’ve tied my hands?” “Yes.”
“You don’t like talking about that,” she says. “No, I don’t.”
I’m not going there with you, Ana. Give it up.
“Would you like another drink?” I ask. “It’s making you brave, and I need to know how you feel about pain.” I refill her cup and she takes a sip, wide-eyed and anxious. “So, what’s your general attitude to receiving pain?”
She remains mute.
I suppress a sigh. “You’re biting your lip.” Fortunately, she stops, but now she’s pensive and staring down at her hands.
“Were you physically punished as a child?” I prompt her gently. “No.”
“So you have no sphere of reference at all?” “No.”
“It’s not as bad as you think. Your imagination is your worst enemy in this.” Trust me on this, Ana. Please.
“Do you have to do it?” “Yes.”
“Why?”
You really don’t want to know.
“Goes with the territory, Anastasia. It’s what I do. I can see you’re nervous. Let’s go through methods.”
We read through the list:
Spanking
Whipping
Biting
Genital clamps
Hot wax
Paddling
Caning
Nipple clamps
Ice
Other types/methods of pain
“Well, you said no to genital clamps. That’s fine. It’s caning that hurts the most.” Ana pales.
“We can work up to that,” I state quickly. “Or not do it at all,” she counters.
“This is part of the deal, baby, but we ’ll work up to all of this. Anastasia, I won’t push you too far.” “This punishment thing, it worries me the most.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve told me. We’ll keep caning off the list for now. And as you get more comfortable with everything else, we’ll increase intensity. We’ll take it slow.”
She looks uncertain, so I lean forward and kiss her. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She shrugs, still doubtful.
“Look, I want to talk about one more thing, then I’m taking you to bed.” “Bed?” she exclaims and color flushes her cheeks.
“Come on, Anastasia, talking through all this, I want to fuck you into next week, right now. It must be having some effect on you, too.”
She squirms beside me and takes a husky breath, her thighs pressing together. “See? Besides, there’s something I want to try.”
“Something painful?”
“No—stop seeing pain everywhere. It’s mainly pleasure. Have I hurt you yet?” “No.”
“Well, then. Look, earlier today you were talking about wanting more.” I stop.
Fuck. I’m on a precipice.
Okay, Grey, are you sure about this?
I have to try. I don’t want to lose her before we start. Jump.
I take her hand. “Outside of the time you’re my sub, perhaps we could try. I don’t know if it will work. I don’t know about separating everything. It may not work. But I’m willing to try. Maybe one night a week. I don’t know.”
Her mouth drops open. “I have one condition.”
“What?” she asks, her breath hitching.
“You graciously accept my graduation present to you.” “Oh,” she says, her eyes widening with uncertainty.
“Come.” I pull her to her feet, slip off my leather jacket, and drape it over her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I open the front door and reveal the Audi A3 parked at the curb. “It’s for you. Happy graduation.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her hair.
When I release her she stares dumbfounded at the car.
Okay…this could go either way.
Taking her hand, I lead her down the steps and she follows as if in a trance.
“Anastasia, that Beetle of yours is old and, frankly, dangerous. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you when it’s so easy for me to make it right.”
She gapes at the car, speechless.
Shit.
“I mentioned it to your stepfather. He was all for it.”
Perhaps I’m overstating this.
Her mouth is still open in dismay when she turns to glare at me.
“You mentioned this to Ray? How could you?” She’s annoyed, really annoyed. “It’s a gift, Anastasia. Can ’t you just say thank you?”
“But you know it’s too much.”
“Not to me it isn’t, not for my peace of mind.”
Come on, Ana. You want more. This is the price.
Her shoulders sag, and she turns to me, resigned, I think. Not quite the reaction I was hoping for. The rosy glow from the champagne has disappeared and her face is pale once more. “I’m happy for you to loan this to me, like the laptop.”
I shake my head. Why is she so difficult? I’ve never had this reaction to a car from any of my submissives. They’re usually delighted.
“Okay. On loan. Indefinitely,” I agree through gritted teeth.
“No, not indefinitely, but for now. Thank you,” she says quietly, and leaning up, she kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you for the car, Sir.”
That word. From her sweet, sweet mouth. I grab her and press her body to mine, her hair pooling in my fingers. “You are one challenging woman, Ana Steele.” I kiss her forcefully, coaxing her lips apart with my tongue, and a moment later she ’s responding, matching my ardor, her tongue caressing mine. My body reacts—I want her. Here. Now. In the open. “It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car right now, just to show you that you are mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car. Now let’s get you inside and naked,” I growl. Then I kiss her once more, demanding and possessive. Taking her hand, I stride back into the apartment, slamming the front door behind us and heading straight for her bedroom. There I release her and switch on her bedside light.
“Please don’t be angry with me,” she whispers. Her words douse the fire of my anger.
“I’m sorry about the car and the books—” She halts and licks her lips. “You scare me when you’re angry.”
Shit. No one has ever said that to me before. I close my eyes. The last thing I want to do is frighten her.
Calm down, Grey.
She’s here. She’s safe. She’s willing. Don’t blow it, just because she doesn’t understand how to behave.
Opening my eyes, I find Ana watching me, not in fear, but with anticipation. “Turn around,” I demand, my voice soft. “I want to get you out of that dress.” She obeys immediately.
Good girl.
I remove my jacket from her shoulders and discard it on the floor, then lift her hair off her neck. The feel of her soft skin beneath my index finger is soothing. Now that she’s doing what she’s told, I relax. With the tip of my finger I follow the line of her spine down her back to the start of the zipper bound in gray chiffon. “I like this dress. I like to see your flawless skin.”
Hooking my finger into the back of her dress, I pull her close so she’s flush against me. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her scent.
“You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet.” Like fall.
Her fragrance is comforting, reminding me of a time of plenty and happiness. Still inhaling her delicious scent, I skim my nose from her ear down her neck to her shoulder, kissing her as I go. Slowly I unzip her dress and kiss, and lick, and suck my way across her skin to her other shoulder.
She shivers beneath my touch.
Oh, baby. “You are going to have to learn to keep still,” I whisper between kisses, and unfasten her halter neck. The dress falls to her feet.
“No bra, Miss Steele. I like that.”
Reaching forward, I cup her breasts and feel her nipples pebble against my palm.
“Lift your arms and put them around my head,” I order, my lips brushing her neck. She does as she’s told and her breasts lift farther into my palms. She twists her fingers into my hair, the way I like, and she tugs.
Ah… That feels so good.
Her head lolls to the side, and I take advantage, kissing her where her pulse hammers beneath her skin.
“Mmm…” I murmur in appreciation, my fingers teasing and tugging at her nipples.
She groans, arching her back, pushing her perfect tits even farther into my hands. “Shall I make you come this way?”
Her body bows a little more.
“You like this, don’t you, Miss Steele?” “Mmm…”
“Tell me,” I insist, continuing my sensual assault on her nipples. “Yes,” she breathes.
“Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir.” “Good girl.”
Gently I pinch and twist with my fingers and her body bucks convulsively against me while she moans, her hands tugging harder at my hair.
“I don’t think you’re ready to come yet.” And I still my hands, just holding her breasts, while my teeth tug at her earlobe. “Besides, you have displeased me. So perhaps I won’t let you come after all.”
I knead her breasts and my fingers return my attention to her nipples, twisting and tugging. She groans and grinds her ass against my erection. Shifting my hands to her hips, I hold her steady and glance down at her panties.
Cotton. White. Easy.
I hook my fingers into them and stretch them as far as they’ll go, then push my thumbs through the seam at the back. They tear apart in my hands and I throw them at Ana’s feet.
She gasps.
I trace my fingers around her ass and insert one into her vagina. She’s wet. Very wet.
“Oh yes. My sweet girl is ready.”
I spin her around and slip my finger into my mouth. Mmm. Salty. “You taste so fine, Miss Steele.”
Her lips part and her eyes darken with want. I think she’s a little shocked.
“Undress me.” I keep my eyes on hers. She tilts her head, processing my command, but hesitates. “You can do it,” I encourage her. She lifts her hands and all of a sudden I think she’s going to touch me, and I’m not ready. Shit.
Instinctively I grab her hands. “Oh no. Not the T-shirt.”
I want her on top. We’ve not done this yet, and she may lose her balance, so I’ll need the T-shirt for protection. “You may need to touch me for what I have planned.” I release one of her hands, but the other I place over my erection, which is fighting for space in my jeans.
“This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele.”
She inhales, gazing at her hand. Then her fingers tighten around my cock and she glances up at me with appreciation.
I grin. “I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You’re in charge.” Her mouth drops open.
“What are you going to do with me?” My voice is husky.
Her face transforms, bright with delight, and before I can react she pushes me. I laugh as I fall onto the bed, mainly at her bravado, but also because she touched me and I didn’t panic. She removes my shoes, then my socks, but she’s all fingers and thumbs, reminding me of the interview and her
attempts to set up the recorder.
I watch her. Amused. Aroused. Wondering what she’ll do next. It’s going to be one hell of a task for her to remove my jeans while I’m lying down. Stepping out of her pumps, she crawls up the bed, sits astride the top of my thighs, and slips her fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans.
I close my eyes and flex my hips, enjoying shameless Ana.
“You’ll have to learn to keep still,” she castigates me, and tugs at my pubic hair. Ah! So bold, ma’am.
“Yes, Miss Steele,” I tease through clenched teeth. “In my pocket, condom.”
Her eyes flash with obvious delight and her fingers rifle through my pocket, diving deep, brushing my erection.
Ah…
She produces both foil packets and tosses them onto the bed beside me. Her fumbling fingers reach for the button on my waistband, and after two attempts she undoes it.
Her naïveté is captivating. It’s obvious that she’s never done this before. Another first…and it’s fucking arousing.
“So eager, Miss Steele,” I tease.
She yanks down my zipper and, pulling at my waistband, gives me a look of frustration. I try hard not to laugh.
Yeah, baby, how are you going to get these off me now?
Shuffling down my legs, she tugs at my jeans, concentrating hard, looking adorable. And I decide to help her out. “I can’t keep still if you’re going to bite that lip,” I say while arching my hips, lifting them off the bed.
Rising up on her knees, she pulls down my jeans and boxers and I kick them off, onto the floor. She sits across me, eyeing my cock and licking her lips.
Whoa.
She looks hot, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her breasts.
“Now what are you going to do?” I whisper. Her eyes flick to my face and she reaches up and grasps me firmly, squeezing hard, her thumb brushing over the tip.
Jesus.
She leans down.
And I’m in her mouth.
Fuck.
She sucks hard. And my body flexes beneath her. “Jeez, Ana, steady,” I hiss through my teeth. But she shows no mercy as she fellates me again and again. Fuck. Her enthusiasm is disarming. Her tongue is up and down, I’m in and out of her mouth to the back of her throat, her lips tight around me. It’s an overwhelming erotic vision. I could come just watching her.
“Stop, Ana, stop. I don’t want to come.”
She sits up, her mouth moist and her eyes two dark pools directed down at me.
“Your innocence and enthusiasm are very disarming.” But right now I want to fuck you so I can see
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