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05-26-2015, 03:55 AM #29
ImHaXUnique
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05-26-2015, 07:44 AM #30
Originally posted by ImHaXUnique View Post
My dick. Their I won it's the longest. :troll:


Why you bumping a thread that was made a loooooooooong (pun intended) time ago? :troll:
05-26-2015, 10:55 AM #31
Maverick
Climbing up the ladder
I frown at him, at a loss what to say. He just doesn't get it! He's had money all his life.

Okay, not all his life - not as a small child - and my world-view shifts. The thought is very sobering, and I soften towards the car, feeling guilty about my fit of pique. His intentions are good, misguided, but not from a bad place.

"I'm happy for you to loan this to me, like the laptop."

He sighs heavily.

"Okay. On loan. Indefinitely." He looks warily at me.

"No, not indefinitely, but for now. Thank you."

He frowns. I reach up and kiss him briefly on his cheek.

"Thank you for the car, sir." I say as sweetly as I can manage.

He grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against him, one hand at my back holding me to him and the other fisting in my hair.

"You are one challenging woman, Ana Steele." He kisses me passionately, forcing my lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners.

My blood heats immediately, and I'm returning his kiss with my own passion. I want him badly - in spite of the car, the books, the soft limits... the caning... I want him.

"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," he growls. "Now let's get you inside and naked." He plants a swift rough kiss on me.

Boy, he's angry. He grabs my hand and leads me back into the apartment and straight into my bedroom... no passing go. My subconscious is behind the sofa again, head hidden under her hands. He switches on the sidelight and halts, staring at me.

"Please don't be angry with me," I whisper.

His gaze is impassive; his gray eyes cold shards of smoky glass.

"I'm sorry about the car and the books," I trail off. He remains silent and brooding.

"You scare me when you're angry," I breathe, staring at him.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens them, his expression has softened fractionally. He takes a deep breath and swallows.

"Turn round," he whispers. "I want to get you out of that dress."

Another mercurial mood swing, it's so hard to keep up. Obediently, I turn and my heart is thumping, desire instantly replacing unease, coursing through my blood and settling dark and yearning low, low in my belly. He scoops my hair off my back so it hangs down my right side, curling at my breast. He places his index finger at the nape of my neck and achingly slowly drags it down my spine. His well-manicured fingernail gently grazes down my back.

"I like this dress," he murmurs. "I like to see your flawless skin."

His finger reaches the back of my halter dress midway down my spine, and hooking his finger beneath the top, he pulls me closer so that I step back against him. I feel him flush against my body. Leaning down, he inhales my hair.

"You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet." His nose skims past my ear down my neck, and he trails soft, feather light kisses along my shoulder.

My breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation. His fingers are at my zipper. Achingly slow, once more he eases it down while his lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to my other shoulder. He is so tantalizingly good at this. My body resonates, and I start to squirm languidly beneath his touch.

"You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still," he whispers, kissing me around my nape between each word.

He tugs at the fastening at the halter neck, and the dress drops and pools at my feet.

"No bra, Miss Steele. I like that."

His hands reach round and cup my breasts, and my nipples pucker at his touch.

"Lift your arms and put them around my head," he murmurs against my neck.

I obey immediately, and my breasts rise and push into his hands, my nipples hardening further. My fingers weave into his hair, and very gently I tug his soft, sexy hair. I roll my head to one side to give him easier access to my neck.

"Mmm... " he murmurs into that space behind my ear, as he starts to extend my nipples with his long fingers, mirroring my hands in his hair.

I groan as the sensation registers sharp and clear in my groin.

"Shall I make you come this way?" he whispers.

I arch my back to force my breasts into his expert hands.

"You like this, don't you, Miss Steele?"

"Mmm... "

"Tell me." He continues the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.

"Yes."

"Yes, what."

"Yes... Sir."

"Good girl." He pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against his front.

I gasp at the exquisite, acute, pleasure/pain. I feel him against me. I moan and my hands clench in his hair pulling harder.

"I don't think you're ready to come yet," he whispers, stilling his hands, and he gently bites my earlobe and tugs at it. "Besides, you have displeased me."

Oh... no, what will this mean My brain registers through the fog of needy desire as I groan.

"So perhaps I won't let you come after all." He returns the attention of his fingers to my nipples, pulling, twisting, kneading. I grind my behind against him... moving side to side.

I feel his grin against my neck as his hands move down to my hips. His fingers hook into my panties at the back, stretching them, and he pushes his thumbs through the material, shredding them and tossing them in front of me so I can see ... holy shit. His hands move down to my sex... and from behind, he slowly inserts his finger.

"Oh, yes. My sweet girl is all ready," he breathes as he whirls me round so I'm facing him. His breathing has quickened. He puts his finger in his mouth. "You taste so fine, Miss Steele." He sighs. "Undress me," he commands quietly, staring down at me, eyes hooded.

All I'm wearing is my shoes, well, Kate's high-heeled pumps. I'm taken aback. I've never undressed a man.

"You can do it," he cajoles softly.

Oh my. I blink rapidly. Where to startI reach for his t-shirt, and he grabs my hands and shakes his head, smiling slyly at me.

"Oh no." He shakes his head, grinning. "Not the t-shirt, you may need to touch me for what I have planned." His eyes are alive with excitement.

Oh... this is news... I can touch with clothes. He takes one of my hands and places it against his erection.

"This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele."

I gasp and flex my fingers around his girth, and he grins.

"I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You're in charge."

Holy fuck... me in charge. My mouth drops open.

"What are you going to do with me?" he teases.

Oh the possibilities... my inner goddess roars, and from somewhere born of frustration, need, and sheer Steele bravery, I push him on to the bed. He laughs as he falls, and I gaze down at him feeling victorious. My inner goddess is going to explode. I yank off his shoes, quickly, clumsily, and his socks. He's staring up at me, his eyes luminous with amusement and desire. He looks... glorious... mine. I crawl up the bed and sit astride him to undo his jeans, sliding my fingers under the waistband, feeling the hair in his oh so happy trail. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips.

"You'll have to learn to keep still," I scold, and I tug at the hair under his waistband.

His breath hitches, and he grins at me.

"Yes, Miss Steele," he murmurs, eyes burning bright. "In my pocket, condom," he breathes.

I search in his pocket slowly, watching his face as I feel around. His mouth is open. I fish out both foil packets that I find and lay them on the bed by his hips. Two! My over-eager fingers reach for the button of his waistband and undo it, fumbling a little. I am beyond excited.

"So eager, Miss Steele," he murmurs, his voice laced with humor. I tug down the zipper, and now I'm faced with the problem of removing his pants... hmm. I shuffle down and pull. They hardly move. I frown. How can this be so difficult?

"I can't keep still if you're going to bite that lip," he warns, then arches his pelvis up off the bed so I'm able to tug down his trousers and his boxers at the same time, whoa...

freeing him. He kicks his clothes to the floor.

Holy Moses, he's all mine to play with, and suddenly it's Christmas.

"Now what are you going to do?" he breathes, all trace of humor gone. I reach up and touch him, watching his expression as I do. His mouth shapes like a letter O as he takes a sharp breath. His skin is so smooth and soft... and hard... hmm, what a delicious combination. I lean forward, my hair falling around me, and he's in my mouth. I suck, hard. He closes his eyes, his hips jerking beneath me.

"Jeez, Ana, steady," he groans.

I feel so powerful, it's such a heady feeling, teasing and testing him with my mouth and tongue. He tenses underneath me as I run my mouth up and down him, pushing him to the back of my throat, my lips tight... again and again.

"Stop, Ana, stop. I don't want to come."

I sit up, blinking at him, and I'm panting like him, but confused. I thought I was in charge My inner goddess looks like someone snatched her ice cream.

"You're innocence and enthusiasm is very disarming," he gasps. "You, on top... that's what we need to do."

Oh.

"Here, put this on." He hands me a foil packet.

Holy Crap. How I rip the packet open, and the rubbery condom is all tacky in my fingers.

"Pinch the top and then roll it down. You don't want any air in the end of that sucker,"

he pants.

And very slowly, concentrating hard, I do as I'm told.

"Christ, you're killing me here, Anastasia," he groans.

I admire my handiwork and him. He really is a fine specimen of a man, looking at him is very, very arousing.

"Now. I want to be buried inside you," he murmurs. I stare down at him, daunted, and he sits up suddenly, so we're nose to nose.

"Like this," he breathes, and he snakes one hand round my hips, lifting me slightly, and with the other he positions himself beneath me, and very slowly, eases me on to him.

I groan as he stretches me open, filling me, my mouth hanging open in surprise at the sweet, sublime, agonizing, over-full feeling. Oh... please.

"That's right, baby, feel me, all of me," he growls and briefly closes his eyes.

And he's inside me, sheathed to the hilt, and he holds me in place, for seconds... minutes... I have no idea,, staring intently into my eyes.

"It's deep this way," he murmurs. He flexes and swivels his hips in the same motion, and I groan... oh my - the sensation radiates throughout my belly... everywhere. Fuck!

"Again," I whisper. He grins a lazy grin and obliges.

Moaning, I throw my head back, my hair tumbling down my back, and very slowly, he sinks back down on to the bed.

"You move, Anastasia, up and down, how you want. Take my hands," he breathes, his voice hoarse and low and oh so sexy.

I clasp his hands, holding on for life. Gently I push off him and back down, oh my. His eyes are burning with wild anticipation. His breathing is ragged, matching mine, and he lifts his pelvis as I come down, bouncing me back up. We pick up the rhythm... up, down, up, down... over and over... and it feels so... good. Between my panting breaths, the deep down, brimming fullness... the vehement sensation pulsing through me that's building quickly, I watch him, our eyes locked... and I see wonder there, wonder at me.

I am fucking him. I am in charge. He's mine, and I'm his. The thought pushes me, weighted with concrete, over the edge, and I climax around him... shouting incoherently.

He grabs my hips, and closing his eyes, tipping his head back, his jaw strained, he comes quietly. I collapse on to his chest, overwhelmed, somewhere between fantasy and reality, a place where there are no hard or soft limits.
Chapter Sixteen
Slowly the outside world invades my senses, and oh my, what an invasion. I am floating, my limbs soft and languid, utterly spent. I'm lying on top of him, my head on his chest, and he smells divine: fresh, laundered linen and some expensive body wash, and the best, most seductive scent on the planet... Christian. I don't want to move, I want to breathe this elixir for eternity. I nuzzle him, wishing I didn't have the barrier of his t-shirt. And as rhyme and reason return to the rest of my body, I stretch my hand out on his chest. This is the first time I've touched him here. He's firm... strong. His hand swoops up and grabs mine, but he softens the blow by pulling it to his mouth and sweetly kissing my knuckles.

He rolls over so he's gazing down at me.

"Don't," he murmurs, then kisses me lightly.

"Why don't you like to be touched?" I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes.

"Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia."

Oh... his honesty is completely disarming. I blink up at him.

"I had a very tough introduction to life. I don't want to burden you with the details.

Just don't." He strokes his nose against mine, and then he pulls out of me and sits up.

"I think that's all the very basics covered. How was that?"

He looks thoroughly pleased with himself and sounds very matter-of-fact at the same time, like he's just marked another tick box in a checklist. I'm still reeling from the tough introduction to life comment. It's so frustrating - I am desperate to know more. But he won't tell me. I cock my head to one side, like he does, and make an enormous effort to smile at him.

"If you imagine for one minute that I think you ceded control to me, well you haven't taken into account my GPA." I smile shyly at him. "But thank you for the illusion."

"Miss Steele, you are not just a pretty face. You've had six orgasms so far and all of them belong to me," he boasts, playful again.

I flush and blink at the same time, as he stares down at me. He's keeping count! His brow furrows.

"Do you have something to tell me?" his voice is suddenly stern.

I frown . Crap.

"I had a dream this morning."

"Oh?" He glares at me.

Double crap. Am I in trouble?

"I came in my sleep." I throw my arm over my eyes. He says nothing. I peek up at him from under my arm, and he looks amused.

"In your sleep?"

"Woke me up."

"I'm sure it did. What were you dreaming about?"

Crap.

"You."

"What was I doing?"

I throw my arm over my eyes again. And like a small child, I briefly entertain the thought that if I can't see him, then he can't see me.

"Anastasia, what was I doingI won't ask you again."

"You had a riding crop."

He moves my arm.

"Really?"

"Yes." I am crimson.

"There's hope for you yet," he murmurs. "I have several riding crops."

"Brown plaited leather?"

He laughs.

"No, but I'm sure I could get one." His gray eyes blaze with excitement.

Leaning down, he gives me a brief kiss then stands and grabs his boxers, oh no... he's going. I glance quickly at the time - it's only nine-forty. I scoot out of bed too and grab my sweat pants and a cami top, then sit back on the bed, cross-legged, watching him. I don't want him to go. What can I do?

"When is your period due?" He interrupts my thoughts.

What!

"I hate wearing these things," he grumbles. He holds up the condom, then puts it on the floor, and slips on his jeans.

"Well?" he prompts when I don't reply, and he looks at me expectantly as if he's waiting for my opinion on the weather. Holy crap... this is personal stuff.

"Next week." I stare down at my hands.

"You need to sort out some contraception."

He is so bossy. I stare at him blankly. He sits back on the bed as he puts on his shoes and socks.

"Do you have a doctor?"

I shake my head. We are back to mergers and acquisitions - another 180-degree mood swing.

He frowns.

"I can have mine come and see you at your apartment - Sunday morning before you come and see me. Or he can see you at my place. Which would you prefer?"

No pressure then. Something else that he's paying for... but actually this is for his benefit.

"Your place." That means I am guaranteed to see him Sunday.

"Okay. I'll let you know the time."

"Are you leaving?"

Don't go... stay with me please.

"Yes."

Why?

"How are you getting back?" I whisper.

"Taylor will pick me up."

"I can drive you. I have a lovely new car."

He gazes at me, his expression warm.

"That's more like it. But I think you've had too much to drink."

"Did you get me tipsy on purpose?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you over-think everything, and you're reticent like your stepdad. A drop of wine in you and you start talking, and I need you to communicate honestly with me. Otherwise you clam up, and I have no idea what you're thinking. In vino veritas, Anastasia."

"And you think you're always honest with me?"

"I endeavor to be." He looks down at me warily. "This will only work if we're honest with each other."

"I'd like you to stay and use this." I hold up the second condom.

He smiles and his eyes glow with humor.

"Anastasia, I have crossed so many lines here tonight. I have to go. I'll see you on Sunday. I'll have the revised contract ready for you, and then we can really start to play."

"Play?" Holy shit. My heart leaps into my mouth.

"I'd like to do a scene with you. But I won't until you've signed, so I know you're ready."

"Oh. So I could stretch this out, if I don't sign?"

He gazes at me assessing, and then his lips twitch into a smile.

"Well, I suppose you could, but I may crack under the strain."

"CrackHow?" My inner goddess has woken and is paying attention.

He nods slowly, and then he grins, teasing.

"Could get really ugly."

His grin is infectious.

"Ugly, how?"

"Oh you know, explosions, car chases, kidnapping, incarceration."

"You'd kidnap me?"

"Oh yes," he grins.

"Hold me against my will?" Jeez this is hot.

"Oh yes," he nods. "And then we're talking TPE 24/7."

"You've lost me," I breathe, my heart is pounding... is he serious?

"Total Power Exchange - round the clock." His eyes are shining, and I can feel his excitement from where I sit.

Holy shit.

"So you have no choice," he says sardonically.

"Clearly." I can't keep the sarcasm out of my voice as my eyes reach for the heavens.

"Oh, Anastasia Steele, did you just roll your eyes at me?"

Crap.

"No," I squeak.

"I think you did. What did I say I'd do to you if you rolled your eyes at me again?"

Shit. He sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he says softly.

I blanch. Jeez... he's serious. I sit staring at him completely immobile.

"I haven't signed," I whisper.

"I told you what I'd do. I'm a man of my word. I'm going to spank you, and then I'm going to fuck you very quick and very hard. Looks like we'll need that condom after all."

His voice is so soft, menacing, and it's damned hot. My insides practically contort with potent, needy, liquid, desire. He gazes at me, waiting, eyes blazing. Tentatively, I uncurl my legs. Should I run This is it, our relationship hangs in the balance, right here, right now. Do I let him do this or do I say no, and then that's itBecause I know it will be over if I say no. Do it! My inner goddess pleads with me, my subconscious is as paralyzed as I am."I'm waiting," he says. "I'm not a patient man."

Oh for the love of all that's holy. I'm panting, afraid, turned on. Blood pounding through my body, my legs are like jelly. Slowly, I crawl over to him until I am beside him.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "Now stand up."

Oh shit... can't he just get this over withI'm not sure if I can stand. Hesitantly, I clamber to my feet. He holds his hand out, and I place the condom in his palm. Suddenly he grabs me, tipping me across his lap. With one smooth movement, he angles his body so my torso is resting on the bed beside him. He throws his right leg over both of mine and plants his left forearm on the small of my back, holding me down so I cannot move. Oh fuck. "Put your hands up on either side of your head," he orders.

I obey immediately.

"Why am I doing this, Anastasia?" he asks.

"Because I rolled my eyes at you," I can barely speak.

"Do you think that's polite?"

"No."

"Will you do it again?"

"No."

"I will spank you each time you do it, do you understand?"

Very slowly, he pulls down my sweatpants. Oh, how demeaning is this, demeaning and scary and hot. He's making such a meal of this. My heart is in my mouth. I can barely breathe. Shit, is this going to hurt?

He places his hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking round and round with his flat palm. And then his hand is no longer there... and he hits me - hard. Ow! My eyes spring open in response to the pain, and I try to rise, but his hand moves between my shoulder blades keeping me down. He caresses me again where he's hit me, and his breathing's changed - it's louder, harsher. He hits me again and again, quickly in succession.

Holy fuck it hurts. I make no sound, my face screwed up against the pain. I try and wriggle away from the blows - spurred on by adrenaline spiking and coursing through my body.

"Keep still," he growls. "Or I'll spank you for longer."

He's rubbing me now, and the blow follows. A rhythmic pattern emerges, caress, fondle, slap hard. I have to concentrate to handle this pain. My mind empties as I endeavor to absorb the grueling sensation. He doesn't hit me in the same place twice in succession

- he's spreading the pain.

"Aargh!" I cry out on the tenth slap - and I'm unaware that I have been mentally counting the blows.

"I'm just getting warmed up."

He hits me again hen he strokes me softly. The combination of the hard stinging blow and his gentle caress is so mind numbing. He hits me again... this is getting harder to take.

My face hurts, it's screwed up so tight. He strokes me gently and then the blow comes. I cry out again.

"No one to hear you, baby, just me."

And he hits me again and again. From somewhere deep inside, I want to beg him to stop. But I don't. I don't want to give him the satisfaction. He continues the unrelenting rhythm. I cry out six more times. Eighteen slaps in total. My body is singing, singing from his merciless assault.

"Enough," he breathes hoarsely. "Well done, Anastasia. Now I'm going to fuck you."

He caresses my behind gently, and it burns as he strokes me round and round and down. Suddenly, he inserts two fingers inside me, taking me completely by surprise. I gasp, this new assault breaking through the numbness around my brain.

"Feel this. See how much your body likes this, Anastasia. You're soaking just for me."

There is awe in his voice. He moves his fingers, in and out in quick succession.

I groan, no surely not, and then his fingers are gone... and I'm left wanting.

"Next time, I will get you to count. Now where's that condom?"

He reaches beside him for the condom and lifts me gently, pushing me face down onto the bed. I hear the sound of his zipper and the rip of the foil. He drags my sweatpants off and then guides me into a kneeling position, gently caressing my now very sore behind.

"I'm going to take you now. You can come," he murmurs.

WhatLike I have a choice.

And he's inside me, quickly filling me, I moan loudly. He moves, pounding into me, a fast, intense pace against my sore behind. The feeling is beyond exquisite, raw and debas-ing and mind blowing. My senses are ravaged, disconnected, solely concentrating on what he's doing to me. How he's making me feel, that familiar pull deep in my belly, tightening, quickening. NO... and my traitorous body explodes in an intense, body-shattering orgasm.

"Oh, Ana!" he cries out loudly as he finds his release, holding me in place as he pours himself into me. He collapses, panting hard beside me, and he pulls me on top of him and buries his face in my hair, holding me close.

"Oh, baby," he breathes. "Welcome to my world."

We lie there, panting together, waiting for our breathing to slow. He gently strokes my hair. I'm on his chest again. But this time, I don't have the strength to lift my hand and feel him. Boy... I survived. That wasn't so bad. I'm more stoic than I thought. My inner goddess is prostrate... well at least she's quiet. Christian nuzzles my hair again, inhaling deeply.

"Well done, baby," he whispers, quiet joy in his voice. His words curl around me like a soft fluffy towel from the Heathman Hotel, and I'm so pleased that he's happy.

He picks at the strap on my camisole.

"Is this what you sleep in?" he asks gently.

"Yes," I breathe sleepily.

"You should be in silks and satins, you beautiful girl. I'll take you shopping."

"I like my sweats," I murmur, trying and failing to sound irritated.

He kisses my head again.

"We'll see," he says.

We lie for a few more minutes, hours, who knows, and I think I doze.

"I have to go," he says, and leaning down, he kisses my forehead gently. "Are you okay?" His voice is soft.

I think about his question. My backside is sore. Well, glowing now, and amazingly I feel, apart from exhausted, radiant. The realization is humbling, unexpected. I don't understand. Holy shit.

"I'm okay," I whisper. I don't want to say more than that.

He rises.

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Along the corridor to the left."

He scoops up the other condom and heads out of the bedroom. I rise stiffly and put my sweatpants back on. They chafe a little against my still-smarting behind. I'm so confused by my reaction. I remember him saying - I can't remember when - that I would feel so much better after a good hiding. How can that be so I really don't get it. But strangely, I do. I can't say that I enjoyed the experience, in fact, I would still go a long way to avoid it, but now... I have this safe, weird, bathed in afterglow, sated feeling. I put my head in my hands. I just don't understand.

Christian re-enters the room. I can't look him in the eye. I stare down at my hands.

"I found some baby oil. Let me rub it into your behind."

What?

"No. I'll be fine."

"Anastasia," he warns, and I want to roll my eyes but quickly stop myself. I stand facing the bed. Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores' drawers my subconscious remarks bitterly. In my head, I tell her where to go.

Christian squirts baby oil into his hand and then rubs my behind with careful tenderness

- from makeup remover to smoothing balm for a spanked ass, who would have thought it was such a versatile liquid.

"I like my hands on you," he murmurs, and I have to agree, me too.

"There," he says when he's finished, and he pulls my pants up again.

I glance over at my clock. It's ten-thirty.

"I'm leaving now."

"I'll see you out." I still can't look at him.

Taking my hand, he leads me to the front door. Fortunately, Kate is still not home. She must still be having dinner with her folks and Ethan. I'm really glad she's not been around to hear my chastisement.

"Don't you have to call Taylor?" I ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Taylor's been here since nine. Look at me," he breathes.

I struggle to meet his eyes, but when I do, he's gazing down at me with wonder.

"You didn't cry," he murmurs, then grabs me suddenly and kisses me fervently. "Sunday," he whispers against my lips, and it's both a promise and a threat.

I watch him walk down the path and climb into the big black Audi. He doesn't look back. I close the door and stand helpless in the living room of an apartment that I shall only spend another two nights in. A place I have lived happily for almost four years... yet today, for the first time ever, I feel lonely and uncomfortable here, unhappy with my own company. Have I strayed so far from who I amI know that lurking, not very far under my rather numb exterior, is a well of tears. What am I doingThe irony is I can't even sit down and enjoy a good cry. I'll have to stand. I know it's late, but I decide to call my mom.

"Honey, how are youHow was graduation?" she enthuses down the phone. Her voice is a soothing balm.

"Sorry it's so late," I whisper.

She pauses.

"AnaWhat's wrong?" She's all seriousness now.

"Nothing, Mom, I just wanted to hear your voice."

She's silent for a moment.

"Ana, what is itPlease tell me." Her voice is soft and comforting, and I know that she cares. Uninvited, my tears begin to flow. I have cried so often in the last few days.

"Please, Ana," she says, and her anguish reflects mine.

"Oh, Mom, it's a man."

"What's he done to you?" Her alarm is palpable.

"It's not like that." Although it is... Oh crap. I don't want to worry her. I just want someone else to be strong for me at the moment.

"Ana, please, you're worrying me."

I take a big breath.

"I've kind of fallen for this guy, and he's so different from me, and I don't know if we should be together."

"Oh, darling. I wish I could be with you. I am so sorry I missed your graduation.

You've fallen for someone, finally. Oh, honey, men, they are so tricky. They're a different species, honey. How long have you known him?"

Christian is definitely a different species... different planet.

"Oh, nearly three weeks or so."

"Ana, darling, that's no time at all. How can you possibly know someone in that kind of time frameJust take it easy with him and keep him at arm's length until you decide whether he's worthy of you."

Wow... it's unnerving when my mother is so insightful, but she's just too late on this.

Is he worthy of meThat's an interesting concept. I always wonder whether I am worthy of him.

"Honey, you sound so unhappy. Come home - visit with us. I miss you, darling. Bob would love to see you too. You can get some distance and maybe some perspective. You need a break. You've been working so hard."

Oh boy, is this tempting. Run away to Georgia. Grab some sunshine, some cocktails.

My mother's good humor... her loving arms.

"I have two job interviews in Seattle on Monday."

"Oh, that's wonderful news."

The door opens and Kate appears, grinning at me. Her face falls when she sees I've been crying.

"Mom, I have to go. I'll think about a visit. Thank you."

"Honey, please, don't let a man get under your skin. You're far too young. Go and enjoy yourself."

"Yes, Mom, love you."

"Oh, Ana,

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"i frown at im at a loss wot 2 say wile i bang ur sis e jus doesnt get it m8 es ad money all is life aint even jokin

okay not all is life not as a small child n me world view shifts i swear 2 christ da thought is very sobering n i soften towards da car feelin guilty about me fit of pique u cheeky **** is intentions r good misguided but not from a bad place bruv

im appy 4 u 2 loan dis 2 me like da laptop

he sighs eavily swear on me mum

okay wile i bang ur sis on loan aint even jokin indefinitely e looks warily at me i swear 2 christ

no not indefinitely but 4 now bruv thank u

he frowns u cheeky **** i reach up n kiss im briefly on is cheek wile i bang ur sis

thank u 4 da car sir i say as sweetly as i can manage swear on me mum

he grabs me sudenly n yanks me up against im one and at me bak oldin me 2 im n da other fistin in me air i swear 2 christ

u r one challengin woman ana steele e kisses me passion8ly 4cin me lips apart wiv is tongue takin no prisoners bruv

my blood eats imedi8ly n im returnin is kiss wiv me own passion aint even jokin i want im badly in spite of da car da books da soft limits da caning i want im u cheeky ****

its takin all me self control not 2 fuk u on da ood of dis car rite now jus 2 show u dat u r mine n if i want 2 buy u a fukin car ill buy u a fukin car e growls wile i bang ur sis now lets get u inside n naked e plants a swift ro kiss on me i swear 2 christ

boy es angry bruv e grabs me and n leads me bak into da apartment n straite into me bedroom no passin go swear on me mum me subconscious is behind da sofa again ead iden under er ands u cheeky **** e switches on da sidelite n alts starin at me m8

please dont be angry wiv me i wisper i swear 2 christ

his gaze is impassive; is gray eyes cold shards of smoky glass bruv

im sory about da car n da books i trail off swear on me mum e remains silent n broodin u cheeky ****

u scare me wen ur angry i breave starin at im wile i bang ur sis

he closes is eyes n shakes is ead m8 wen e opens them is xpression as softened fractionally bruv e takes a deep breath n swallows i swear 2 christ

turn round e wispers u cheeky **** i want 2 get u out of dat dress

another mercurial mood swing its so ard 2 keep up swear on me mum obediently i turn n me eart is thumping desire instantly replacin unease coursin thro me blood n settlin dark n yearnin low low in me belly m8 e scoops me air off me bak so it angs down me rite side curlin at me breast wile i bang ur sis e places is index finger at da nape of me nek n achingly slowly drags it down me spine aint even jokin is well manicured fingernail gently grazes down me bak i swear 2 christ

i like dis dress e murmurs u cheeky **** i like 2 see ur flawless skin

his finger reaches da bak of me alter dress midway down me spine n ookin is finger beneath da top e pulls me closer so dat i step bak against im m8 i feel im flush against me body bruv leanin down e inhales me air aint even jokin

u smell so good anastasia i swear 2 christ so sweet is nose skims past me ear down me nek n e trails soft feaver lite kisses along me shuder wile i bang ur sis

my breathin changes becomin shallow rushed full of xpectation swear on me mum is fingers r at me zipper bruv achingly slow once more e eases it down wile is lips move likin n kissin n sukin their way across 2 me other shuder aint even jokin e is so tantalizingly good at dis u cheeky **** me body reson8s n i start 2 squirm languidly beneath is touch wile i bang ur sis

u swear on me mum r m8 goin i swear 2 christ 2 u cheeky **** ave wile i bang ur sis 2 swear on me mum learn aint even jokin 2 m8 keep u cheeky **** still e wispers kissin me around me nape between each word bruv

he tugs at da fastenin at da alter nek n da dress drops n pools at me feet i swear 2 christ

no bra miss steele aint even jokin i like that

his ands reach round n cup me breasts n me nipples puker at is touch swear on me mum

lift ur arms n put dem around me ead e murmurs against me nek u cheeky ****

i obey imedi8ly n me breasts rise n push into is ands me nipples ardenin further bruv me fingers weave into is air n very gently i tug is soft sexy air i swear 2 christ i roll me ead 2 one side 2 give im easier access 2 me nek aint even jokin

m e murmurs into dat space behind me ear as e starts 2 xtend me nipples wiv is long fingers mirorin me ands in is air wile i bang ur sis

i groan as da sensation registers sharp n clear in me groin m8

shall i make u come dis way e wispers bruv

i arch me bak 2 4ce me breasts into is xpert ands swear on me mum

u like this dont u miss steele

m

tell me e continues da slow sensuous torture pullin gently u cheeky ****

yes

yes wot

yes sir

good girl e pinches me ard n me body rithes convulsively against is front wile i bang ur sis

i gasp at da xquisite acute pleasure/pain aint even jokin i feel im against me i swear 2 christ i moan n me ands clench in is air pullin arder bruv

i dont think ur ready 2 come yet e wispers stillin is ands n e gently bites me earlobe n tugs at it u cheeky **** besides u ave displeased me

oh no wot will dis mean me brain registers thro da fog of needy desire as i groan wile i bang ur sis

so perhaps i wont let u come after all e returns da attention of is fingers 2 me nipples pulling twisting kneadin swear on me mum i grind me behind against im movin side 2 side aint even jokin

i feel is grin against me nek as is ands move down 2 me ips i swear 2 christ is fingers ook into me panties at da bak stretchin them n e pushes is thumbs thro da m8rial shredin dem n tossin dem in front of me so i can see oly shit bruv is ands move down 2 me sex n from behind e slowly inserts is finger m8

oh yes wile i bang ur sis me sweet girl is all ready e breaves as e wirls me round so im facin im aint even jokin is breathin as quikened i swear 2 christ e puts is finger in is gabber u cheeky **** u taste so fine miss steele e sighs swear on me mum undress me e comands quietly starin down at me eyes ooded wile i bang ur sis

all im wearin is me shoes well k8s igh eeled pumps bruv im taken abak i swear 2 christ ive never undressed a man aint even jokin

u can do it e cajoles softly swear on me mum

oh me u cheeky **** i blink rapidly m8 were 2 starti reach 4 is t shirt n e grabs me ands n shakes is ead smilin slyly at me i swear 2 christ

oh no e shakes is ead grinnin aint even jokin not da t shirt u may need 2 touch me 4 wot i ave planned is eyes r alive wiv xcitement bruv

oh dis is news i can touch wiv clothes u cheeky **** e takes one of me ands n places it against is erection m8

this is da effect u ave on me miss steele

i gasp n flex me fingers around is girth n e grins swear on me mum

i want 2 be inside u i swear 2 christ take me jeans off aint even jokin ur in charge

holy fuk me in charge u cheeky **** me gabber drops open wile i bang ur sis

wot r u goin 2 do wiv me e teases swear on me mum

oh da possibilities me inner godess roars n from somewere born of frustration need n sheer steele bravery i push im on 2 da bed i swear 2 christ e laughs as e falls n i gaze down at im feelin victorious bruv me inner godess is goin 2 xplode u cheeky **** i yank off is shoes quikly clumsily n is soks wile i bang ur sis es starin up at me is eyes luminous wiv amusement n desire swear on me mum e looks glorious mine m8 i crawl up da bed n sit astride im 2 undo is jeans slidin me fingers under da waistband feelin da air in is oh so appy trail i swear 2 christ e closes is eyes n flexes is ips u cheeky ****

ull ave 2 learn 2 keep still i scold n i tug at da air under is waistband bruv

his breath itches n e grins at me aint even jokin

yes miss steele e murmurs eyes burnin brite wile i bang ur sis in me poket condom e breaves m8

i search in is poket slowly watchin is face as i feel around swear on me mum is gabber is open i swear 2 christ i fish out both foil pakets dat i find n lay dem on da bed by is ips bruv two aint even jokin me over eager fingers reach 4 da button of is waistband n undo it fumblin a little m8 i am beyond xcited swear on me mum

so eager miss steele e murmurs is voice laced wiv umor wile i bang ur sis i tug down da zipper n now im faced wiv da problem of removin is pants m u cheeky **** i shuffle down n pull bruv they ardly move aint even jokin i frown i swear 2 christ ow can dis be so difficult m8

i cant keep still if ur goin 2 bite dat lip e warns then arches is pelvis up off da bed so im able 2 tug down is trousers n is boxers at da same time woa

freein im wile i bang ur sis e kiks is clothes 2 da floor u cheeky ****

holy moses es all mine 2 play with n sudenly its christmas aint even jokin

now wot r u goin 2 do e breaves all trace of umor gone i swear 2 christ i reach up n touch im watchin is xpression as i do m8 is gabber shapes like a letter o as e takes a sharp breath swear on me mum is skin is so smooth n soft n ard m wot a delicious combination wile i bang ur sis i lean 4ward me air fallin around me n es in me gabber u cheeky **** i suk ard i swear 2 christ e closes is eyes is ips jerkin beneath me aint even jokin

jeez ana steady e groans m8

i feel so powerful its such a eady feeling teasin n testin im wiv me gabber n tongue bruv e tenses underneath me as i run me gabber up n down im pushin im 2 da bak of me throat me lips tite again n again wile i bang ur sis

stop ana stop i swear 2 christ i dont want 2 come

i sit up blinkin at im n im pantin like im but confused u cheeky **** i thought i was in charge me inner godess looks like someone snatched er ice cream aint even jokin

ur innocence n enthusiasm is very disarming e gasps swear on me mum u on top thats wot we need 2 do

oh wile i bang ur sis

here put dis on e ands me a foil paket i swear 2 christ

holy crap u cheeky **** ow i rip da paket open n da rubbery condom is all taky in me fingers m8

pinch da top n then roll it down bruv u dont want any air in da end of dat suker

he pants swear on me mum

and very slowly concentratin ard i do as im told wile i bang ur sis

christ ur killin me ere anastasia e groans i swear 2 christ

i admire me andiwork n im aint even jokin e really is a fine specimen of a man lookin at im is very very arousin bruv

now u cheeky **** i want 2 be buried inside u e murmurs m8 i stare down at im daunted n e sits up sudenly so wer nose 2 nose i swear 2 christ

like this e breaves n e snakes one and round me ips liftin me slitely n wiv da other e positions imself beneath me n very slowly eases me on 2 im aint even jokin

i groan as e stretches me open fillin me me gabber angin open in surprise at da sweet sublime agonizing over full feelin bruv oh please swear on me mum

thats rite baby feel me all of me e growls n briefly closes is eyes m8

and es inside me sheaved 2 da ilt n e olds me in place 4 seconds minutes i ave no idea starin intently into me eyes wile i bang ur sis

its deep dis way e murmurs u cheeky **** e flexes n swivels is ips in da same motion n i groan oh me da sensation radi8s throughout me belly everywere aint even jokin fuk bruv

again i wisper swear on me mum e grins a lazy grin n obliges wile i bang ur sis

moaning i throw me ead bak me air tumblin down me bak n very slowly e sinks bak down on 2 da bed i swear 2 christ

u move anastasia up n down ow u want m8 take me ands e breaves is voice oarse n low n oh so sexy u cheeky ****

i clasp is ands oldin on 4 life swear on me mum gently i push off im n bak down oh me bruv is eyes r burnin wiv wild anticipation i swear 2 christ is breathin is ragged matchin mine n e lifts is pelvis as i come down bouncin me bak up aint even jokin we pik up da rhythm up down up down over n over n it feels so good m8 between me pantin breaths da deep down brimin fullness da vehement sensation pulsin thro me thats buildin quikly i watch im our eyes loked n i see wonder there wonder at me swear on me mum

i am fukin im wile i bang ur sis i am in charge u cheeky **** es mine n im is i swear 2 christ da thought pushes me weiteed wiv concrete over da edge n i climax around im shoutin incoherently m8

he grabs me ips n closin is eyes tippin is ead bak is jaw strained e comes quietly bruv i collapse on 2 is chest overwelmed somewere between fantasy n reality a place were der r no ard or soft limits swear on me mum
chapter sixteen
slowly da outside world invades me senses n oh my wot an invasion aint even jokin i am floating me limbs soft n languid utterly spent i swear 2 christ im lyin on top of im me ead on is chest n e smells divine: fresh laundered linen n some xpensive body wash n da best most seductive scent on da planet christian u cheeky **** i dont want 2 move i want 2 breave dis elixir 4 eternity wile i bang ur sis i nuzzle im wishin i didnt ave da barier of is t shirt bruv n as rhyme n reason return 2 da rest of me body i stretch me and out on is chest swear on me mum dis is da first time ive touched im ere i swear 2 christ es firm strong aint even jokin is and swoops up n grabs mine but e softens da blow by pullin it 2 is gabber n sweetly kissin me knukles u cheeky ****

he rolls over so es gazin down at me bruv

dont e murmurs then kisses me litely wile i bang ur sis

wy dont u like 2 be touched i wisper starin up into soft gray eyes m8

because im fifty shades of fuked up anastasia

oh is onesty is completely disarmin aint even jokin i blink up at im swear on me mum

i ad a very to introduction 2 life i swear 2 christ i dont want 2 burden u wiv da details wile i bang ur sis

jus dont e strokes is nose against mine n then e pulls out of me n sits up u cheeky ****

i think thats all da very basics covered bruv ow was that

he looks thoroughly pleased wiv imself n sounds very matter of fact at da same time like es jus marked another tik box in a cheklist aint even jokin im still reelin from da to introduction 2 life coment i swear 2 christ its so frustratin i am desper8 2 no more m8 but e wont tell me u cheeky **** i cok me ead 2 one side like e does n make an enormous ef4t 2 smile at im wile i bang ur sis

if u imagine 4 one minute dat i think u seded control 2 me well u avent taken into account me gpa i smile shyly at im swear on me mum but thank u 4 da illusion

miss steele u r not jus a pretty face aint even jokin uve ad six orgasms so far n all of dem belong 2 me e boasts playful again i swear 2 christ

i flush n blink at da same time as e stares down at me bruv es keepin count m8 is brow furows swear on me mum

do u ave somethin 2 tell me is voice is sudenly stern u cheeky ****

i frown i swear 2 christ crap wile i bang ur sis

i ad a dream dis morning

oh e glares at me bruv

double crap aint even jokin am i in trouble m8

i came in me sleep i throw me arm over me eyes u cheeky **** e says nothin i swear 2 christ i peek up at im from under me arm n e looks amused swear on me mum

in ur sleep

woke me up

im sure it did bruv wot were u dreamin about

crap wile i bang ur sis

u

wot was i doing

i throw me arm over me eyes again m8 n like a small child i briefly entertain da thought dat if i cant see im then e cant see me aint even jokin

anastasia wot was i doingi wont ask u again

u ad a ridin crop

he moves me arm i swear 2 christ

really

yes i am crimson u cheeky ****

theres ope 4 u yet e murmurs bruv i ave several ridin crops

brown plaited leaver

he laughs m8

no but im sure i cud get one is gray eyes blaze wiv xcitement aint even jokin

leanin down e gives me a brief kiss then stands n grabs is boxers oh no es goin wile i bang ur sis i glance quikly at da time its only nine 4ty i swear 2 christ i scoot out of bed 2 n grab me sweat pants n a cami top then sit bak on da bed cross legged watchin im swear on me mum i dont want im 2 go u cheeky **** wot can i do bruv

wen is ur period due e interupts me thoughts m8

wot wile i bang ur sis

i 8 wearin these fings e grumbles aint even jokin e olds up da condom then puts it on da floor n slips on is jeans swear on me mum

well e prompts wen i dont reply n e looks at me xpectantly as if es waitin 4 me opinion on da weaver i swear 2 christ oly crap dis is personal stuff u cheeky ****

next week i stare down at me ands wile i bang ur sis

u need 2 sort out some contraception

he is so bossy bruv i stare at im blankly swear on me mum e sits bak on da bed as e puts on is shoes n soks i swear 2 christ

do u ave a doctor

i shake me ead u cheeky **** we r bak 2 mergers n acquisitions another 180 degree mood swin aint even jokin

he frowns bruv

i can ave mine come n see u at ur apartment sunday mornin be4 u come n see me wile i bang ur sis or e can see u at me place i swear 2 christ wich wud u prefer

no pressure then swear on me mum somethin else dat es payin 4 but actually dis is 4 is benefit m8

ur place dat means i am guaranteed 2 see im sunday u cheeky ****

okay wile i bang ur sis ill let u no da time

are u leaving

dont go stay wiv me please aint even jokin

yes

wy i swear 2 christ

how r u gettin bak i wisper bruv

taylor will pik me up

i can drive u m8 i ave a lovely new car

he gazes at me is xpression warm wile i bang ur sis

thats more like it swear on me mum but i think uve ad 2 much 2 drink

did u get me tipsy on purpose

yes

wy

because u over think everyfing n ur reticent like ur stepdad i swear 2 christ a drop of wine in u n u start talking n i need u 2 comunic8 onestly wiv me aint even jokin otherwise u clam up n i ave no idea wot ur thinkin u cheeky **** in vino veritas anastasia

and u think ur always onest wiv me

i endeavor 2 be e looks down at me warily wile i bang ur sis this will only work if wer onest wiv each other

id like u 2 stay n use this i old up da second condom m8

he smiles n is eyes glow wiv umor swear on me mum

anastasia i ave crossed so many lines ere tonite i swear 2 christ i ave 2 go u cheeky **** ill see u on sunday bruv ill ave da revised contract ready 4 u n then we can really start 2 play

play oly shit aint even jokin me eart leaps into me gabber swear on me mum

id like 2 do a scene wiv u i swear 2 christ but i wont until uve signed so i no ur ready

oh m8 so i cud stretch dis out if i dont sign

he gazes at me assessing n then is lips twitch into a smile u cheeky ****

well i suppose u cud but i may crak under da strain

crakhow me inner godess as woken n is payin attention bruv

he nods slowly n then e grins teasin swear on me mum

cud get really ugly

his grin is infectious aint even jokin

ugly ow

oh u know xplosions car chases kidnapping incarceration

ud kidnap me

oh yes e grins m8

hold me against me will jeez dis is ot u cheeky ****

oh yes e nods i swear 2 christ and then wer talkin tpe 24/7

uve lost me i breave me eart is pounding is e serious wile i bang ur sis

total power xchange round da clok is eyes r shining n i can feel is xcitement from were i sit bruv

holy shit aint even jokin

so u ave no choice e says sardonically swear on me mum

clearly i cant keep da sarcasm out of me voice as me eyes reach 4 da eavens i swear 2 christ

oh anastasia steele did u jus roll ur eyes at me

crap m8

no i squeak wile i bang ur sis

i think u did u cheeky **** wot did i say id do 2 u if u rolled ur eyes at me again

shit bruv e sits down on da edge of da bed aint even jokin

come ere e says softly m8

i blanch i swear 2 christ jeez es serious u cheeky **** i sit starin at im completely imobile swear on me mum

i avent signed i wisper wile i bang ur sis

i told u wot id do aint even jokin im a man of me word i swear 2 christ im goin 2 spank u n then im goin 2 fuk u very quik n very ard bruv looks like well need dat condom after all

his voice is so soft menacing n its damned ot swear on me mum me insides practically contort wiv potent needy liquid desire m8 e gazes at me waiting eyes blazin u cheeky **** tentatively i uncurl me legs wile i bang ur sis shud i run dis is it our relationship angs in da balance rite ere rite now aint even jokin do i let im do dis or do i say no n then thats itbecause i no it will be over if i say no bruv do it i swear 2 christ me inner godess pleads wiv me me subconscious is as paralyzed as i amim waiting e says swear on me mum im not a patient man

oh 4 da love of all thats oly wile i bang ur sis im panting afraid turned on u cheeky **** blood poundin thro me body me legs r like jelly bruv slowly i crawl over 2 im until i am beside im aint even jokin

good girl e murmurs swear on me mum now stand up

oh shit cant e jus get dis over withim not sure if i can stand wile i bang ur sis esitantly i clamber 2 me feet m8 e olds is and out n i place da condom in is palm i swear 2 christ sudenly e grabs me tippin me across is lap bruv wiv one smooth movement e angles is body so me torso is restin on da bed beside im aint even jokin e throws is rite leg over both of mine n plants is left 4earm on da small of me bak oldin me down so i cannot move u cheeky **** oh fuk m8 put ur ands up on either side of ur ead e orders swear on me mum

i obey imedi8ly bruv

wy am i doin this anastasia e asks wile i bang ur sis

because i rolled me eyes at u i can barely speak i swear 2 christ

do u think thats polite

no

will u do it again

no

i will spank u each time u do it do u understand

very slowly e pulls down me sweatpants u cheeky **** oh ow demeanin is this demeanin n scary n ot aint even jokin es makin such a meal of dis m8 me eart is in me gabber bruv i can barely breave i swear 2 christ shit is dis goin 2 urt u cheeky ****

he places is and on me naked behind softly fondlin me strokin round n round wiv is flat palm wile i bang ur sis n then is and is no longer there n e its me ard m8 ow aint even jokin me eyes sprin open in response 2 da pain n i try 2 rise but is and moves between me shuder blades keepin me down swear on me mum e caresses me again were es it me n is breafings changed its louder arsher bruv e its me again n again quikly in succession i swear 2 christ

holy fuk it urts u cheeky **** i make no sound me face screwed up against da pain aint even jokin i try n riggle away from da blows spured on by adrenaline spikin n coursin thro me body swear on me mum

keep still e growls m8 or ill spank u 4 longer

hes rubbin me now n da blow follows i swear 2 christ a rhythmic pattern emerges caress fondle slap ard bruv i ave 2 concentr8 2 andle dis pain wile i bang ur sis me mind empties as i endeavor 2 absorb da gruelin sensation u cheeky **** e doesnt it me in da same place twice in succession

es spreadin da pain aint even jokin

aargh i cry out on da tenth slap n im unaware dat i ave been mentally countin da blows swear on me mum

im jus gettin warmed up

he its me again en e strokes me softly m8 da combination of da ard stingin blow n is gentle caress is so mind numbin i swear 2 christ e its me again dis is gettin arder 2 take u cheeky ****

my face urts its screwed up so tite aint even jokin e strokes me gently n then da blow comes wile i bang ur sis i cry out again bruv

no one 2 ear u baby jus me

and e its me again n again m8 from somewere deep inside i want 2 beg im 2 stop i swear 2 christ but i dont aint even jokin i dont want 2 give im da satisfaction wile i bang ur sis e continues da unrelentin rhythm u cheeky **** i cry out six more times swear on me mum eiteeen slaps in total i swear 2 christ me body is singing singin from is merciless assault bruv

enough e breaves oarsely aint even jokin well done anastasia m8 now im goin 2 fuk u

he caresses me behind gently n it burns as e strokes me round n round n down wile i bang ur sis sudenly e inserts two fingers inside me takin me completely by surprise u cheeky **** i gasp dis new assault breakin thro da numbness around me brain bruv

feel dis aint even jokin see ow much ur body likes this anastasia swear on me mum ur soakin jus 4 me

there is awe in is voice i swear 2 christ e moves is fingers in n out in quik succession m8

i groan no surely not n then is fingers r gone n im left wantin u cheeky ****

next time i will get u 2 count aint even jokin now weres dat condom

he reaches beside im 4 da condom n lifts me gently pushin me face down onto da bed swear on me mum i ear da sound of is zipper n da rip of da foil wile i bang ur sis e drags me sweatpants off n then guides me into a kneelin position gently caressin me now very sore behind bruv

im goin 2 take u now m8 u can come e murmurs aint even jokin

wotlike i ave a choice i swear 2 christ

and es inside me quikly fillin me i moan loudly u cheeky **** e moves poundin into me a fast intense pace against me sore behind bruv da feelin is beyond xquisite raw n debas in n mind blowin wile i bang ur sis me senses r ravaged disconnected solely concentratin on wot es doin 2 me m8 ow es makin me feel dat familiar pull deep in me belly titeening quikenin swear on me mum no n me traitorous body xplodes in an intense body shatterin orgasm u cheeky ****

oh ana e cries out loudly as e finds is release oldin me in place as e pours imself into me bruv e collapses pantin ard beside me n e pulls me on top of im n buries is face in me air oldin me close wile i bang ur sis

oh baby e breaves aint even jokin welcome 2 me world

we lie there pantin together waitin 4 our breathin 2 slow i swear 2 christ e gently strokes me air m8 im on is chest again bruv but dis time i dont ave da strength 2 lift me and n feel im swear on me mum boy i survived aint even jokin dat wasnt so bad wile i bang ur sis im more stoic than i thought m8 me inner godess is prostr8 well at least shes quiet u cheeky **** christian nuzzles me air again inhalin deeply swear on me mum

well done baby e wispers quiet joy in is voice bruv is words curl around me like a soft fluffy towel from da eathman otel n im so pleased dat es appy i swear 2 christ

he piks at da strap on me camisole wile i bang ur sis

is dis wot u sleep in e asks gently m8

yes i breave sleepily swear on me mum

u shud be in silks n satins u beautiful girl aint even jokin ill take u shopping

i like me sweats i murmur tryin n failin 2 sound irit8d u cheeky ****

he kisses me ead again wile i bang ur sis

well see e says i swear 2 christ

we lie 4 a few more minutes ours wo knows n i think i doze swear on me mum

i ave 2 go e says n leanin down e kisses me 4ehead gently m8 are u okay is voice is soft u cheeky ****

i think about is question wile i bang ur sis me bakside is sore bruv well glowin now n amazingly i feel apart from xhausted radiant i swear 2 christ da realization is umbling unexpected m8 i dont understand aint even jokin oly shit wile i bang ur sis

im okay i wisper bruv i dont want 2 say more than dat i swear 2 christ

he rises u cheeky ****

weres ur bathroom

along da coridor 2 da left

he scoops up da other condom n eads out of da bedroom m8 i rise stiffly n put me sweatpants bak on swear on me mum they chafe a little against me still smartin behind wile i bang ur sis im so confused by me reaction aint even jokin i remember im sayin i cant remember wen dat i wud feel so much better after a good idin i swear 2 christ ow can dat be so i really dont get it u cheeky **** but strangely i do m8 i cant say dat i enjoyed da xperience in fact i wud still go a long way 2 avoid it but now i ave dis safe weird baved in afterglow s8d feelin wile i bang ur sis i put me ead in me ands aint even jokin i jus dont understand bruv

christian re enters da room swear on me mum i cant look im in da eye u cheeky **** i stare down at me ands wile i bang ur sis

i found some baby oil m8 let me rub it into ur behind

wot aint even jokin

no swear on me mum ill be fine

anastasia e warns n i want 2 roll me eyes but quikly stop myself bruv i stand facin da bed u cheeky **** sittin beside me e gently pulls me sweatpants down again i swear 2 christ up n down like wores drawers me subconscious remarks bitterly m8 in me ead i tell er were 2 go wile i bang ur sis

christian squirts baby oil into is and n then rubs me behind wiv careful tenderness

from makeup remover 2 smoothin balm 4 a spanked ass wo wud ave thought it was such a versatile liquid bruv

i like me ands on u e murmurs n i ave 2 agree me 2 swear on me mum

there e says wen es finished n e pulls me pants up again i swear 2 christ

i glance over at me clok aint even jokin its ten thirty u cheeky ****

im leavin now

ill see u out i still cant look at im bruv

takin me and e leads me 2 da front door wile i bang ur sis 4tun8ly k8 is still not ome m8 she mus still be avin dinner wiv er folks n ethan swear on me mum im really glad shes not been around 2 ear me chastisement i swear 2 christ

dont u ave 2 call taylor i ask avoidin eye contact aint even jokin

taylors been ere since nine u cheeky **** look at me e breaves m8

i struggle 2 meet is eyes but wen i do es gazin down at me wiv wonder bruv

u didnt cry e murmurs then grabs me sudenly n kisses me fervently i swear 2 christ sunday e wispers against me lips n its both a promise n a threat aint even jokin

i watch im walk down da path n climb into da big blak audi wile i bang ur sis e doesnt look bak swear on me mum i close da door n stand elpless in da livin room of an apartment dat i shall only spend another two nites in bruv a place i ave lived appily 4 almost four years yet today 4 da first time ever i feel lonely n uncom4table ere unhappy wiv me own company i swear 2 christ ave i strayed so far from wo i ami no dat lurking not very far under me raver numb xterior is a well of tears m8 wot am i doingthe irony is i cant even sit down n enjoy a good cry u cheeky **** ill ave 2 stand wile i bang ur sis i no its l8 but i decide 2 call me mom swear on me mum

honey ow r uhow was graduation she enthuses down da fone aint even jokin er voice is a soothin balm m8

sory its so l8 i wisper i swear 2 christ

she pauses u cheeky ****

anawots rong shes all seriousness now bruv

nofing mom i jus wanted 2 ear ur voice

shes silent 4 a moment aint even jokin

ana wot is itplease tell me er voice is soft n com4ting n i no dat she cares m8 uninvited me tears begin 2 flow wile i bang ur sis i ave cried so often in da last few days i swear 2 christ

please ana she says n er anguish reflects mine bruv

oh mom its a man

wots e done 2 u er alarm is palpable aint even jokin

its not like that altho it is oh crap m8 i dont want 2 wory er wile i bang ur sis i jus want someone else 2 be strong 4 me at da moment u cheeky ****

ana please ur woryin me

i take a big breath swear on me mum

ive kind of fallen 4 dis guy n es so different from me n i dont no if we shud be together

oh darlin aint even jokin i wish i cud be wiv u i swear 2 christ i am so sory i missed ur graduation bruv

uve fallen 4 someone finally u cheeky **** oh oney men they r so triky m8 theyr a different species oney wile i bang ur sis ow long ave u known im

christian is definitely a different species different planet swear on me mum

oh nearly three weeks or so

ana darling thats no time at all bruv ow can u possibly no someone in dat kind of time framejus take it easy wiv im n keep im at arms length until u decide wether es worthy of u

wow its unnervin wen me mother is so insiteful but shes jus 2 l8 on dis i swear 2 christ

is e worthy of methats an interestin concept m8 i always wonder wether i am worthy of im aint even jokin

honey u sound so unhappy swear on me mum come ome visit wiv us bruv i miss u darlin wile i bang ur sis bob wud love 2 see u 2 m8 u can get some distance n maybe some perspective u cheeky **** u need a break swear on me mum uve been workin so ard

oh boy is dis temptin aint even jokin run away 2 georgia bruv grab some sunshine some coktails wile i bang ur sis

my mothers good umor er lovin arms i swear 2 christ

i ave two job interviews in seattle on monday

oh thats wonderful news

the door opens n k8 appears grinnin at me m8 er face falls wen she sees ive been cryin swear on me mum

mom i ave 2 go u cheeky **** ill think about a visit bruv thank u

honey please dont let a man get under ur skin i swear 2 christ ur far 2 ung aint even jokin go n enjoy urself

yes mom love u

oh ana"

Translated.
08-22-2015, 08:12 AM #34
lol you won pal you won
08-28-2015, 10:49 PM #35
realistically if someone wanted to win they can just quote or copy and paste every post on thread lol
09-05-2015, 07:15 AM #36
Originally posted by Jaidyn108 View Post
I frown at him, at a loss what to say. He just doesn't get it! He's had money all his life.

Okay, not all his life - not as a small child - and my world-view shifts. The thought is very sobering, and I soften towards the car, feeling guilty about my fit of pique. His intentions are good, misguided, but not from a bad place.

"I'm happy for you to loan this to me, like the laptop."

He sighs heavily.

"Okay. On loan. Indefinitely." He looks warily at me.

"No, not indefinitely, but for now. Thank you."

He frowns. I reach up and kiss him briefly on his cheek.

"Thank you for the car, sir." I say as sweetly as I can manage.

He grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against him, one hand at my back holding me to him and the other fisting in my hair.

"You are one challenging woman, Ana Steele." He kisses me passionately, forcing my lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners.

My blood heats immediately, and I'm returning his kiss with my own passion. I want him badly - in spite of the car, the books, the soft limits... the caning... I want him.

"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," he growls. "Now let's get you inside and naked." He plants a swift rough kiss on me.

Boy, he's angry. He grabs my hand and leads me back into the apartment and straight into my bedroom... no passing go. My subconscious is behind the sofa again, head hidden under her hands. He switches on the sidelight and halts, staring at me.

"Please don't be angry with me," I whisper.

His gaze is impassive; his gray eyes cold shards of smoky glass.

"I'm sorry about the car and the books," I trail off. He remains silent and brooding.

"You scare me when you're angry," I breathe, staring at him.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens them, his expression has softened fractionally. He takes a deep breath and swallows.

"Turn round," he whispers. "I want to get you out of that dress."

Another mercurial mood swing, it's so hard to keep up. Obediently, I turn and my heart is thumping, desire instantly replacing unease, coursing through my blood and settling dark and yearning low, low in my belly. He scoops my hair off my back so it hangs down my right side, curling at my breast. He places his index finger at the nape of my neck and achingly slowly drags it down my spine. His well-manicured fingernail gently grazes down my back.

"I like this dress," he murmurs. "I like to see your flawless skin."

His finger reaches the back of my halter dress midway down my spine, and hooking his finger beneath the top, he pulls me closer so that I step back against him. I feel him flush against my body. Leaning down, he inhales my hair.

"You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet." His nose skims past my ear down my neck, and he trails soft, feather light kisses along my shoulder.

My breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation. His fingers are at my zipper. Achingly slow, once more he eases it down while his lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to my other shoulder. He is so tantalizingly good at this. My body resonates, and I start to squirm languidly beneath his touch.

"You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still," he whispers, kissing me around my nape between each word.

He tugs at the fastening at the halter neck, and the dress drops and pools at my feet.

"No bra, Miss Steele. I like that."

His hands reach round and cup my breasts, and my nipples pucker at his touch.

"Lift your arms and put them around my head," he murmurs against my neck.

I obey immediately, and my breasts rise and push into his hands, my nipples hardening further. My fingers weave into his hair, and very gently I tug his soft, sexy hair. I roll my head to one side to give him easier access to my neck.

"Mmm... " he murmurs into that space behind my ear, as he starts to extend my nipples with his long fingers, mirroring my hands in his hair.

I groan as the sensation registers sharp and clear in my groin.

"Shall I make you come this way?" he whispers.

I arch my back to force my breasts into his expert hands.

"You like this, don't you, Miss Steele?"

"Mmm... "

"Tell me." He continues the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.

"Yes."

"Yes, what."

"Yes... Sir."

"Good girl." He pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against his front.

I gasp at the exquisite, acute, pleasure/pain. I feel him against me. I moan and my hands clench in his hair pulling harder.

"I don't think you're ready to come yet," he whispers, stilling his hands, and he gently bites my earlobe and tugs at it. "Besides, you have displeased me."

Oh... no, what will this mean My brain registers through the fog of needy desire as I groan.

"So perhaps I won't let you come after all." He returns the attention of his fingers to my nipples, pulling, twisting, kneading. I grind my behind against him... moving side to side.

I feel his grin against my neck as his hands move down to my hips. His fingers hook into my panties at the back, stretching them, and he pushes his thumbs through the material, shredding them and tossing them in front of me so I can see ... holy shit. His hands move down to my sex... and from behind, he slowly inserts his finger.

"Oh, yes. My sweet girl is all ready," he breathes as he whirls me round so I'm facing him. His breathing has quickened. He puts his finger in his mouth. "You taste so fine, Miss Steele." He sighs. "Undress me," he commands quietly, staring down at me, eyes hooded.

All I'm wearing is my shoes, well, Kate's high-heeled pumps. I'm taken aback. I've never undressed a man.

"You can do it," he cajoles softly.

Oh my. I blink rapidly. Where to startI reach for his t-shirt, and he grabs my hands and shakes his head, smiling slyly at me.

"Oh no." He shakes his head, grinning. "Not the t-shirt, you may need to touch me for what I have planned." His eyes are alive with excitement.

Oh... this is news... I can touch with clothes. He takes one of my hands and places it against his erection.

"This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele."

I gasp and flex my fingers around his girth, and he grins.

"I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You're in charge."

Holy fuck... me in charge. My mouth drops open.

"What are you going to do with me?" he teases.

Oh the possibilities... my inner goddess roars, and from somewhere born of frustration, need, and sheer Steele bravery, I push him on to the bed. He laughs as he falls, and I gaze down at him feeling victorious. My inner goddess is going to explode. I yank off his shoes, quickly, clumsily, and his socks. He's staring up at me, his eyes luminous with amusement and desire. He looks... glorious... mine. I crawl up the bed and sit astride him to undo his jeans, sliding my fingers under the waistband, feeling the hair in his oh so happy trail. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips.

"You'll have to learn to keep still," I scold, and I tug at the hair under his waistband.

His breath hitches, and he grins at me.

"Yes, Miss Steele," he murmurs, eyes burning bright. "In my pocket, condom," he breathes.

I search in his pocket slowly, watching his face as I feel around. His mouth is open. I fish out both foil packets that I find and lay them on the bed by his hips. Two! My over-eager fingers reach for the button of his waistband and undo it, fumbling a little. I am beyond excited.

"So eager, Miss Steele," he murmurs, his voice laced with humor. I tug down the zipper, and now I'm faced with the problem of removing his pants... hmm. I shuffle down and pull. They hardly move. I frown. How can this be so difficult?

"I can't keep still if you're going to bite that lip," he warns, then arches his pelvis up off the bed so I'm able to tug down his trousers and his boxers at the same time, whoa...

freeing him. He kicks his clothes to the floor.

Holy Moses, he's all mine to play with, and suddenly it's Christmas.

"Now what are you going to do?" he breathes, all trace of humor gone. I reach up and touch him, watching his expression as I do. His mouth shapes like a letter O as he takes a sharp breath. His skin is so smooth and soft... and hard... hmm, what a delicious combination. I lean forward, my hair falling around me, and he's in my mouth. I suck, hard. He closes his eyes, his hips jerking beneath me.

"Jeez, Ana, steady," he groans.

I feel so powerful, it's such a heady feeling, teasing and testing him with my mouth and tongue. He tenses underneath me as I run my mouth up and down him, pushing him to the back of my throat, my lips tight... again and again.

"Stop, Ana, stop. I don't want to come."

I sit up, blinking at him, and I'm panting like him, but confused. I thought I was in charge My inner goddess looks like someone snatched her ice cream.

"You're innocence and enthusiasm is very disarming," he gasps. "You, on top... that's what we need to do."

Oh.

"Here, put this on." He hands me a foil packet.

Holy Crap. How I rip the packet open, and the rubbery condom is all tacky in my fingers.

"Pinch the top and then roll it down. You don't want any air in the end of that sucker,"

he pants.

And very slowly, concentrating hard, I do as I'm told.

"Christ, you're killing me here, Anastasia," he groans.

I admire my handiwork and him. He really is a fine specimen of a man, looking at him is very, very arousing.

"Now. I want to be buried inside you," he murmurs. I stare down at him, daunted, and he sits up suddenly, so we're nose to nose.

"Like this," he breathes, and he snakes one hand round my hips, lifting me slightly, and with the other he positions himself beneath me, and very slowly, eases me on to him.

I groan as he stretches me open, filling me, my mouth hanging open in surprise at the sweet, sublime, agonizing, over-full feeling. Oh... please.

"That's right, baby, feel me, all of me," he growls and briefly closes his eyes.

And he's inside me, sheathed to the hilt, and he holds me in place, for seconds... minutes... I have no idea,, staring intently into my eyes.

"It's deep this way," he murmurs. He flexes and swivels his hips in the same motion, and I groan... oh my - the sensation radiates throughout my belly... everywhere. Fuck!

"Again," I whisper. He grins a lazy grin and obliges.

Moaning, I throw my head back, my hair tumbling down my back, and very slowly, he sinks back down on to the bed.

"You move, Anastasia, up and down, how you want. Take my hands," he breathes, his voice hoarse and low and oh so sexy.

I clasp his hands, holding on for life. Gently I push off him and back down, oh my. His eyes are burning with wild anticipation. His breathing is ragged, matching mine, and he lifts his pelvis as I come down, bouncing me back up. We pick up the rhythm... up, down, up, down... over and over... and it feels so... good. Between my panting breaths, the deep down, brimming fullness... the vehement sensation pulsing through me that's building quickly, I watch him, our eyes locked... and I see wonder there, wonder at me.

I am fucking him. I am in charge. He's mine, and I'm his. The thought pushes me, weighted with concrete, over the edge, and I climax around him... shouting incoherently.

He grabs my hips, and closing his eyes, tipping his head back, his jaw strained, he comes quietly. I collapse on to his chest, overwhelmed, somewhere between fantasy and reality, a place where there are no hard or soft limits.
Chapter Sixteen
Slowly the outside world invades my senses, and oh my, what an invasion. I am floating, my limbs soft and languid, utterly spent. I'm lying on top of him, my head on his chest, and he smells divine: fresh, laundered linen and some expensive body wash, and the best, most seductive scent on the planet... Christian. I don't want to move, I want to breathe this elixir for eternity. I nuzzle him, wishing I didn't have the barrier of his t-shirt. And as rhyme and reason return to the rest of my body, I stretch my hand out on his chest. This is the first time I've touched him here. He's firm... strong. His hand swoops up and grabs mine, but he softens the blow by pulling it to his mouth and sweetly kissing my knuckles.

He rolls over so he's gazing down at me.

"Don't," he murmurs, then kisses me lightly.

"Why don't you like to be touched?" I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes.

"Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia."

Oh... his honesty is completely disarming. I blink up at him.

"I had a very tough introduction to life. I don't want to burden you with the details.

Just don't." He strokes his nose against mine, and then he pulls out of me and sits up.

"I think that's all the very basics covered. How was that?"

He looks thoroughly pleased with himself and sounds very matter-of-fact at the same time, like he's just marked another tick box in a checklist. I'm still reeling from the tough introduction to life comment. It's so frustrating - I am desperate to know more. But he won't tell me. I cock my head to one side, like he does, and make an enormous effort to smile at him.

"If you imagine for one minute that I think you ceded control to me, well you haven't taken into account my GPA." I smile shyly at him. "But thank you for the illusion."

"Miss Steele, you are not just a pretty face. You've had six orgasms so far and all of them belong to me," he boasts, playful again.

I flush and blink at the same time, as he stares down at me. He's keeping count! His brow furrows.

"Do you have something to tell me?" his voice is suddenly stern.

I frown . Crap.

"I had a dream this morning."

"Oh?" He glares at me.

Double crap. Am I in trouble?

"I came in my sleep." I throw my arm over my eyes. He says nothing. I peek up at him from under my arm, and he looks amused.

"In your sleep?"

"Woke me up."

"I'm sure it did. What were you dreaming about?"

Crap.

"You."

"What was I doing?"

I throw my arm over my eyes again. And like a small child, I briefly entertain the thought that if I can't see him, then he can't see me.

"Anastasia, what was I doingI won't ask you again."

"You had a riding crop."

He moves my arm.

"Really?"

"Yes." I am crimson.

"There's hope for you yet," he murmurs. "I have several riding crops."

"Brown plaited leather?"

He laughs.

"No, but I'm sure I could get one." His gray eyes blaze with excitement.

Leaning down, he gives me a brief kiss then stands and grabs his boxers, oh no... he's going. I glance quickly at the time - it's only nine-forty. I scoot out of bed too and grab my sweat pants and a cami top, then sit back on the bed, cross-legged, watching him. I don't want him to go. What can I do?

"When is your period due?" He interrupts my thoughts.

What!

"I hate wearing these things," he grumbles. He holds up the condom, then puts it on the floor, and slips on his jeans.

"Well?" he prompts when I don't reply, and he looks at me expectantly as if he's waiting for my opinion on the weather. Holy crap... this is personal stuff.

"Next week." I stare down at my hands.

"You need to sort out some contraception."

He is so bossy. I stare at him blankly. He sits back on the bed as he puts on his shoes and socks.

"Do you have a doctor?"

I shake my head. We are back to mergers and acquisitions - another 180-degree mood swing.

He frowns.

"I can have mine come and see you at your apartment - Sunday morning before you come and see me. Or he can see you at my place. Which would you prefer?"

No pressure then. Something else that he's paying for... but actually this is for his benefit.

"Your place." That means I am guaranteed to see him Sunday.

"Okay. I'll let you know the time."

"Are you leaving?"

Don't go... stay with me please.

"Yes."

Why?

"How are you getting back?" I whisper.

"Taylor will pick me up."

"I can drive you. I have a lovely new car."

He gazes at me, his expression warm.

"That's more like it. But I think you've had too much to drink."

"Did you get me tipsy on purpose?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you over-think everything, and you're reticent like your stepdad. A drop of wine in you and you start talking, and I need you to communicate honestly with me. Otherwise you clam up, and I have no idea what you're thinking. In vino veritas, Anastasia."

"And you think you're always honest with me?"

"I endeavor to be." He looks down at me warily. "This will only work if we're honest with each other."

"I'd like you to stay and use this." I hold up the second condom.

He smiles and his eyes glow with humor.

"Anastasia, I have crossed so many lines here tonight. I have to go. I'll see you on Sunday. I'll have the revised contract ready for you, and then we can really start to play."

"Play?" Holy shit. My heart leaps into my mouth.

"I'd like to do a scene with you. But I won't until you've signed, so I know you're ready."

"Oh. So I could stretch this out, if I don't sign?"

He gazes at me assessing, and then his lips twitch into a smile.

"Well, I suppose you could, but I may crack under the strain."

"CrackHow?" My inner goddess has woken and is paying attention.

He nods slowly, and then he grins, teasing.

"Could get really ugly."

His grin is infectious.

"Ugly, how?"

"Oh you know, explosions, car chases, kidnapping, incarceration."

"You'd kidnap me?"

"Oh yes," he grins.

"Hold me against my will?" Jeez this is hot.

"Oh yes," he nods. "And then we're talking TPE 24/7."

"You've lost me," I breathe, my heart is pounding... is he serious?

"Total Power Exchange - round the clock." His eyes are shining, and I can feel his excitement from where I sit.

Holy shit.

"So you have no choice," he says sardonically.

"Clearly." I can't keep the sarcasm out of my voice as my eyes reach for the heavens.

"Oh, Anastasia Steele, did you just roll your eyes at me?"

Crap.

"No," I squeak.

"I think you did. What did I say I'd do to you if you rolled your eyes at me again?"

Shit. He sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he says softly.

I blanch. Jeez... he's serious. I sit staring at him completely immobile.

"I haven't signed," I whisper.

"I told you what I'd do. I'm a man of my word. I'm going to spank you, and then I'm going to fuck you very quick and very hard. Looks like we'll need that condom after all."

His voice is so soft, menacing, and it's damned hot. My insides practically contort with potent, needy, liquid, desire. He gazes at me, waiting, eyes blazing. Tentatively, I uncurl my legs. Should I run This is it, our relationship hangs in the balance, right here, right now. Do I let him do this or do I say no, and then that's itBecause I know it will be over if I say no. Do it! My inner goddess pleads with me, my subconscious is as paralyzed as I am."I'm waiting," he says. "I'm not a patient man."

Oh for the love of all that's holy. I'm panting, afraid, turned on. Blood pounding through my body, my legs are like jelly. Slowly, I crawl over to him until I am beside him.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "Now stand up."

Oh shit... can't he just get this over withI'm not sure if I can stand. Hesitantly, I clamber to my feet. He holds his hand out, and I place the condom in his palm. Suddenly he grabs me, tipping me across his lap. With one smooth movement, he angles his body so my torso is resting on the bed beside him. He throws his right leg over both of mine and plants his left forearm on the small of my back, holding me down so I cannot move. Oh fuck. "Put your hands up on either side of your head," he orders.

I obey immediately.

"Why am I doing this, Anastasia?" he asks.

"Because I rolled my eyes at you," I can barely speak.

"Do you think that's polite?"

"No."

"Will you do it again?"

"No."

"I will spank you each time you do it, do you understand?"

Very slowly, he pulls down my sweatpants. Oh, how demeaning is this, demeaning and scary and hot. He's making such a meal of this. My heart is in my mouth. I can barely breathe. Shit, is this going to hurt?

He places his hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking round and round with his flat palm. And then his hand is no longer there... and he hits me - hard. Ow! My eyes spring open in response to the pain, and I try to rise, but his hand moves between my shoulder blades keeping me down. He caresses me again where he's hit me, and his breathing's changed - it's louder, harsher. He hits me again and again, quickly in succession.

Holy fuck it hurts. I make no sound, my face screwed up against the pain. I try and wriggle away from the blows - spurred on by adrenaline spiking and coursing through my body.

"Keep still," he growls. "Or I'll spank you for longer."

He's rubbing me now, and the blow follows. A rhythmic pattern emerges, caress, fondle, slap hard. I have to concentrate to handle this pain. My mind empties as I endeavor to absorb the grueling sensation. He doesn't hit me in the same place twice in succession

- he's spreading the pain.

"Aargh!" I cry out on the tenth slap - and I'm unaware that I have been mentally counting the blows.

"I'm just getting warmed up."

He hits me again hen he strokes me softly. The combination of the hard stinging blow and his gentle caress is so mind numbing. He hits me again... this is getting harder to take.

My face hurts, it's screwed up so tight. He strokes me gently and then the blow comes. I cry out again.

"No one to hear you, baby, just me."

And he hits me again and again. From somewhere deep inside, I want to beg him to stop. But I don't. I don't want to give him the satisfaction. He continues the unrelenting rhythm. I cry out six more times. Eighteen slaps in total. My body is singing, singing from his merciless assault.

"Enough," he breathes hoarsely. "Well done, Anastasia. Now I'm going to fuck you."

He caresses my behind gently, and it burns as he strokes me round and round and down. Suddenly, he inserts two fingers inside me, taking me completely by surprise. I gasp, this new assault breaking through the numbness around my brain.

"Feel this. See how much your body likes this, Anastasia. You're soaking just for me."

There is awe in his voice. He moves his fingers, in and out in quick succession.

I groan, no surely not, and then his fingers are gone... and I'm left wanting.

"Next time, I will get you to count. Now where's that condom?"

He reaches beside him for the condom and lifts me gently, pushing me face down onto the bed. I hear the sound of his zipper and the rip of the foil. He drags my sweatpants off and then guides me into a kneeling position, gently caressing my now very sore behind.

"I'm going to take you now. You can come," he murmurs.

WhatLike I have a choice.

And he's inside me, quickly filling me, I moan loudly. He moves, pounding into me, a fast, intense pace against my sore behind. The feeling is beyond exquisite, raw and debas-ing and mind blowing. My senses are ravaged, disconnected, solely concentrating on what he's doing to me. How he's making me feel, that familiar pull deep in my belly, tightening, quickening. NO... and my traitorous body explodes in an intense, body-shattering orgasm.

"Oh, Ana!" he cries out loudly as he finds his release, holding me in place as he pours himself into me. He collapses, panting hard beside me, and he pulls me on top of him and buries his face in my hair, holding me close.

"Oh, baby," he breathes. "Welcome to my world."

We lie there, panting together, waiting for our breathing to slow. He gently strokes my hair. I'm on his chest again. But this time, I don't have the strength to lift my hand and feel him. Boy... I survived. That wasn't so bad. I'm more stoic than I thought. My inner goddess is prostrate... well at least she's quiet. Christian nuzzles my hair again, inhaling deeply.

"Well done, baby," he whispers, quiet joy in his voice. His words curl around me like a soft fluffy towel from the Heathman Hotel, and I'm so pleased that he's happy.

He picks at the strap on my camisole.

"Is this what you sleep in?" he asks gently.

"Yes," I breathe sleepily.

"You should be in silks and satins, you beautiful girl. I'll take you shopping."

"I like my sweats," I murmur, trying and failing to sound irritated.

He kisses my head again.

"We'll see," he says.

We lie for a few more minutes, hours, who knows, and I think I doze.

"I have to go," he says, and leaning down, he kisses my forehead gently. "Are you okay?" His voice is soft.

I think about his question. My backside is sore. Well, glowing now, and amazingly I feel, apart from exhausted, radiant. The realization is humbling, unexpected. I don't understand. Holy shit.

"I'm okay," I whisper. I don't want to say more than that.

He rises.

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Along the corridor to the left."

He scoops up the other condom and heads out of the bedroom. I rise stiffly and put my sweatpants back on. They chafe a little against my still-smarting behind. I'm so confused by my reaction. I remember him saying - I can't remember when - that I would feel so much better after a good hiding. How can that be so I really don't get it. But strangely, I do. I can't say that I enjoyed the experience, in fact, I would still go a long way to avoid it, but now... I have this safe, weird, bathed in afterglow, sated feeling. I put my head in my hands. I just don't understand.

Christian re-enters the room. I can't look him in the eye. I stare down at my hands.

"I found some baby oil. Let me rub it into your behind."

What?

"No. I'll be fine."

"Anastasia," he warns, and I want to roll my eyes but quickly stop myself. I stand facing the bed. Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores' drawers my subconscious remarks bitterly. In my head, I tell her where to go.

Christian squirts baby oil into his hand and then rubs my behind with careful tenderness

- from makeup remover to smoothing balm for a spanked ass, who would have thought it was such a versatile liquid.

"I like my hands on you," he murmurs, and I have to agree, me too.

"There," he says when he's finished, and he pulls my pants up again.

I glance over at my clock. It's ten-thirty.

"I'm leaving now."

"I'll see you out." I still can't look at him.

Taking my hand, he leads me to the front door. Fortunately, Kate is still not home. She must still be having dinner with her folks and Ethan. I'm really glad she's not been around to hear my chastisement.

"Don't you have to call Taylor?" I ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Taylor's been here since nine. Look at me," he breathes.

I struggle to meet his eyes, but when I do, he's gazing down at me with wonder.

"You didn't cry," he murmurs, then grabs me suddenly and kisses me fervently. "Sunday," he whispers against my lips, and it's both a promise and a threat.

I watch him walk down the path and climb into the big black Audi. He doesn't look back. I close the door and stand helpless in the living room of an apartment that I shall only spend another two nights in. A place I have lived happily for almost four years... yet today, for the first time ever, I feel lonely and uncomfortable here, unhappy with my own company. Have I strayed so far from who I amI know that lurking, not very far under my rather numb exterior, is a well of tears. What am I doingThe irony is I can't even sit down and enjoy a good cry. I'll have to stand. I know it's late, but I decide to call my mom.

"Honey, how are youHow was graduation?" she enthuses down the phone. Her voice is a soothing balm.

"Sorry it's so late," I whisper.

She pauses.

"AnaWhat's wrong?" She's all seriousness now.

"Nothing, Mom, I just wanted to hear your voice."

She's silent for a moment.

"Ana, what is itPlease tell me." Her voice is soft and comforting, and I know that she cares. Uninvited, my tears begin to flow. I have cried so often in the last few days.

"Please, Ana," she says, and her anguish reflects mine.

"Oh, Mom, it's a man."

"What's he done to you?" Her alarm is palpable.

"It's not like that." Although it is... Oh crap. I don't want to worry her. I just want someone else to be strong for me at the moment.

"Ana, please, you're worrying me."

I take a big breath.

"I've kind of fallen for this guy, and he's so different from me, and I don't know if we should be together."

"Oh, darling. I wish I could be with you. I am so sorry I missed your graduation.

You've fallen for someone, finally. Oh, honey, men, they are so tricky. They're a different species, honey. How long have you known him?"

Christian is definitely a different species... different planet.

"Oh, nearly three weeks or so."

"Ana, darling, that's no time at all. How can you possibly know someone in that kind of time frameJust take it easy with him and keep him at arm's length until you decide whether he's worthy of you."

Wow... it's unnerving when my mother is so insightful, but she's just too late on this.

Is he worthy of meThat's an interesting concept. I always wonder whether I am worthy of him.

"Honey, you sound so unhappy. Come home - visit with us. I miss you, darling. Bob would love to see you too. You can get some distance and maybe some perspective. You need a break. You've been working so hard."

Oh boy, is this tempting. Run away to Georgia. Grab some sunshine, some cocktails.

My mother's good humor... her loving arms.

"I have two job interviews in Seattle on Monday."

"Oh, that's wonderful news."

The door opens and Kate appears, grinning at me. Her face falls when she sees I've been crying.

"Mom, I have to go. I'll think about a visit. Thank you."

"Honey, please, don't let a man get under your skin. You're far too young. Go and enjoy yourself."

"Yes, Mom, love you."

"Oh, Ana,

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09-10-2015, 01:33 AM #37
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