Chapter Nine #3
My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself. “Oh, please.” I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.
“I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he stops.
What! No! No! No! My breathing is ragged. “Why are you stopping?”
“Because I have other plans for you, Anastasia.”
What… Oh my…but…I was… That’s not fair.
“Turn around. I need washing, too.”
Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp. My mouth drops open.
“I want you to become well acquainted—on first-name terms, if you will—with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips.
I glance up at him and come face-to-face with his wicked grin.
He’s enjoying my astounded expression. I realize I’m staring.
I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’t seem possible.
He wants me to touch him. Hmm… Okay, bring it on.
I smile at him and reach for the body wash, squirting some soap onto my hand.
I do as he’s done, lathering the soap in my hands until they are foamy.
I do not take my eyes off his. My lips are parted to accommodate my breathing.
Very deliberately, I gently bite my bottom lip and then run my tongue across it, tracing where my teeth have been.
His eyes are serious and dark, and they widen as my tongue skims my lower lip.
I reach forward and place one of my hands around him, mirroring how he’s holding himself.
His eyes close briefly. Wow…feels much firmer than I expected.
I squeeze, and he places his hand over mine.
“Like this,” he says and moves his hand up and down with a firm grip around my fingers. I tighten my hold around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray. “That’s right, baby.”
He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat.
Fuck my mouth… Hmm.
I remember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth drops open as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.
“Whoa…Ana.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder. He’s hard and soft at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty—salty and smooth.
“Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again.
Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again.
Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do this.
I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes and raises his hips.
His eyes are open now, blistering with heat.
His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs.
I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtails and starts to really move.
“Oh. Baby. That. Feels. Good,” he growls.
I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him.
His breath hisses between his teeth. “Jesus. How far can you go?”
Hmm… I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again.
My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey–flavored popsicle.
I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue around and around.
Hmm… I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing.
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
“Anastasia, I’m going to come in your mouth.” His breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He thrusts his hips again. His eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need—need for me. Need for my mouth…
His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this.
I push even harder, and in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth.
It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and warm, salty liquid oozes down my throat.
I swallow quickly. Ugh, I’m not sure about this.
But one look at him and I don’t care—he’s come apart in the bath because of me.
I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Ana…that was…good, really good. Unexpected, though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.”
I smile and consciously bite my lip.
He eyes me speculatively. “Have you done that before?”
“No.” And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial.
“Good,” he says, relieved, I think. “Yet another first, Miss Steele.” He looks appraisingly at me. “Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let’s go to bed. I owe you an orgasm.”
Orgasm! Another one!
Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that is Christian Grey.
My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staring, too, openmouthed and drooling slightly.
His erection is tamed but still substantial…
wow. He wraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel for me.
Climbing out of the bath, I take his proffered hand.
He wraps me in the towel, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I long to reach around and embrace him…touch him…
but he has my arms trapped in the towel.
I’m soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I get a sense he’s expressing his gratitude—maybe—for my first blow job?
He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He looks lost. “Say yes,” he whispers fervently.
I frown, not understanding. “To what?”
“Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana,” he pleads, emphasizing the last word and my name.
He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me.
Then he takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom, leaving me reeling, so I follow him meekly. Stunned. He really wants this.
In his bedroom, he stares down at me as we stand by his bed. “Trust me?”
I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What’s he going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me.
“Good girl.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip. He steps away into his closet and comes back with a silver-gray woven silk tie.
“Hold your hands together in front of you,” he orders as he peels the towel off me and throws it on the floor.
I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with excitement. He tugs at the binding. It’s secure. Some Boy Scout he must have been to learn this knot. What now? My pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a frantic rhythm.
He runs his fingers down my pigtails. “You look so young with these,” he says and moves forward.
Instinctively, I move back until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. He drops his towel, but I can’t take my eyes off his face. His expression is ardent, full of desire.
“Oh, Anastasia, what shall I do to you?” he says as he lowers me onto the bed, lying beside me and raising my hands above my head. “Keep your hands up here. Don’t move them, understand?” His eyes burn into mine, and I’m breathless from their intensity. This is not a man I want to cross…ever.
“Answer me,” he demands, his voice soft.
“I won’t move my hands.” I’m breathless.
“Good girl,” he murmurs and deliberately licks his lips slowly. I’m mesmerized by his tongue as it sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He’s staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising. He leans down and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips.
“I’m going to kiss you all over, Miss Steele.
” He cups my chin, pushing it up, giving him access to my throat.
His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, to the small dip at the base of my neck.
My body leaps to attention…everywhere. My recent bath experience has made my skin hypersensitive.
My heated blood pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there.
I groan. I want to touch him. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I’m restrained, feel his hair. He stops kissing me and glares at me, shaking his head from side to side, tutting as he does. He reaches for my hands and places them above my head again.
“Don’t move your hands, or we just have to start all over again,” he scolds me mildly. Oh, he’s such a tease.
“I want to touch you.” My voice is all breathy and out of control.
“I know. Keep your hands above your head,” he orders, his voice forceful.