Oh, Ana, you sensual creature.
I amble over to her and gently tug her chin, releasing her lip. “What do you want to do, Anastasia?” I whisper, and plant a chaste kiss at the corner of her mouth, keeping my fingers on her chin.
“It’s your birthday. Whatever you want,” she breathes and her darkening eyes flick up to mine, full of promise.
Fuck.
She might as well be addressing my cock.
I skim my thumb across her bottom lip. “Are we in here because you think I want to be in here?”
“No. I want to be in here, too.”
She is a siren.
My siren.
In that case, let’s begin with the basics. “Oh, there are so many possibilities, Miss Steele. But let’s start with getting you naked.” I jerk the sash of her robe, undoing it, and it falls open revealing her silk nightdress.
I step back, and sit down on the arm of my chesterfield sofa. “Take your clothes off. Slowly.”
Miss Steele loves a challenge.
She slips the robe off and lets it fall like a cloud onto the floor, while her eyes stay on me. I’m hard. Instantly, as desire sweeps through my body. I run my finger over my lips to keep my hands off her.
She lifts both straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, watching me, watching her, and then drops them so her gown floats down her body to join the robe on the floor. She is naked before me in all her glory.
It makes a difference, her eyes on me.
It’s more exciting because I can’t hide anymore.
I have an idea, and stroll over to the chest of drawers to retrieve my tie from her gift box. Running it through my fingers, I walk back to where she’s patiently waiting. “I think you’re underdressed, Miss Steele.” I place it around her neck and quickly tie it in a half Windsor, but I leave the wider end long. My fingers brush her neck and she gasps, and I let the long end fall so that it skims the top of her pubic hair. “You look mighty fine now, Miss Steele.” I give her a swift kiss. “What shall we do with you now?” I murmur. Taking the tie in my hand, I tug it sharply and she’s forced into my arms. Her naked body against mine is like an incendiary device. My fingers are in her hair. My mouth is on hers and with my tongue I claim her.
Hard. Insistent. I’m taking no prisoners.
She tastes of sweet Anastasia Steele. My favorite flavor.
With my other hand, I cup her behind, feeling her fine ass.
When I release her, we’re both panting. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Oh, baby. What you do to me.
What I want to do to you.
“Turn around,” I prompt. She does so immediately, and I pull the tie from her hair and braid it. No loose hair in the playroom.
I gently pull her braid, and her head tilts up. “You have beautiful hair, Anastasia.” I kiss her throat and she writhes. “You just have to say stop. You know that, don’t you?” I whisper against her skin.
She nods, her eyes closed.
But damn, she looks happy.
I turn her around and take hold of the end of the tie.
“Come.” I lead her over to the chest where her gift box sits, displaying its contents. “Anastasia, these objects.” I hold up the butt plug. “This is a size too big. As an anal virgin, you don’t want to start with this. We want to start with this.” I show her my pinkie.
Her eyes grow impossibly large.
And I have to confess, one of my favorite pastimes is shocking Ana.
“Just finger. Singular,” I add. “These clamps are vicious.” I poke the nipple clamps. “We’ll use these.” From one of the drawers I take out a kinder pair. “They’re adjustable.”
She examines them. Fascinated. I love how she’s so curious. “Clear?” I ask.
“Yes. Are you going to tell me what you intend to do?”
“No. I’m making this up as I go along. This isn’t a scene, Ana.”
“How should I behave?”
It’s a strange question. “However you want to.” And I wonder out loud if she was expecting my alter ego.
“Well, yes. I like him,” she says.
“Do you, now?” I run my thumb across her lower lip, tempted to kiss it again. “I’m your lover, Anastasia, not your Dom. I love to hear your laugh and your girlish giggle. I like you relaxed and happy, like you are in José’s photos. That’s the girl that fell into my office. That’s the girl I fell in love with.
“But, having said all that, I also like to do rude things to you, Miss Steele, and my alter ego knows a trick or two. So do as you’re told and turn around.”
She obeys, her face glowing with excitement.
I love you, Ana.
Simple.
I take what I need from the drawers, then arrange all the toys on the top. “Come.” I tug the tie and lead her to the table. “I want you to kneel up on this.” Gently I lift her onto the table, and she folds her legs beneath her and kneels in front of me.