06/07/12
Diary of Anastasia Steele
He stared at me, holding my gaze for what seemed like an eternity. There was an inevitability about what was to come next, yet he made me wait. My skin tingled with the anticipation of his touch. Staring.Waiting. I just wanted him to make his move. To make me his. He tilted his head. I closed my eyes and softly draped my arms around his neck, awaiting the feel of his lips on mine. It didn't come. I felt his breath red hot on my neck. I squirm where I stand, my heart was racing, my whole body was just waiting for him to pounce. It seemed like an age, the slow rhythm of his breath was in such stark contrast to mine. He was in control, I was ready to lose all mine.
Then, with a steely purpose, he whispers, "You're going to do everything I say". He firmly grabs my arms with his hands. I feel even more vulnerable when I see my wrists engulfed in his grip. He could take me and break me, instead he removes my arms from around his neck, raises them over my head, and presses them against the wall. One huge hand now pinning me there, he takes his other, cups my face and raises my head to his. His lips part and he plants them firmly on mine. I feel his tongue begin to explore my mouth, I slowly massage his with mine. Just then he removes his hand from my face, grazes it down my side, and thrusts it up my skirt. My underwear stuck to the wet, hot mess that he had created. He moved it aside and began to stroke my sex. His tongue and fingers synchronised in their ability to bring forth such all-consuming delight.
Suddenly he stopped. I opened my eyes to see what was wrong. Again, he just stared. Those silver eyes piercing. My mind was awash with what to say, but I couldn't think properly. With just his tongue and the feel of his hand he had rendered all my other functions useless. He moved his hand to my face, he parted my lips with his thumb, he probed my mouth and pressed down on my tongue, "I want you to taste me". I close my eyes and sucked.
With his thumb still in my mouth, he wrapped the rest of his expansive hand around my head, and brought me to my knees. He removed his hand, brushed my hair away from my face and began to open his pants. Is this happening? I've never done this before! What if I don't do it right?! I steadied myself by putting my hand on his thighs. His pants undone, I slowly pulled them down to reveal a considerable bulge in his boxers. Surely it was an illusion. It couldn't be that big, could it? I took a deep breath and pulled his boxers down, it sprung free. I was open-mouthed, aghast at it's magnitude. Grey wasted no time, he grabbed my head, forced my mouth around him and said "Just like that". At first he moved my head back and forth, showing me how it was done, but my inner goddess learns quickly. Taking him to the back of my throat, running my lips down his ample length. At one point I looked up at him, swirling my tongue around his head with the dexterity of an Olympic gymnast. At that moment he looked deep into my eyes, different than before. He looked at me with awe. In that moment he wanted me and only me. I was his and he was mine. I took him deeper again. I never knew giving pleasure could feel so good. I wanted more. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. Then he grabbed my head, firmer than before, he pressed me deep into his pelvis. I could feel him hard against the back of my throat. He poured in to me, he gave me everything. He paused for a moment, then yanked my head back, and dragged me to my feet. He kissed me hard. My mouth still warm with him.
"Your turn" he exclaimed. And with that he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and marched down the hall. He slammed me onto his bed.
"Take your clothes off.........slowly".
I began to slowly disrobe. He stood watching. Still. I watched as his eyes traced my outline, widening with each item I removed. He seemed captivated by me. Me, the girl with the wayward hair. Me, the girl with eyes slightly too big for her face. Me. Only me. I removed my underwear, my wet sex glistening in the light.I lay there.
"Close your eyes and don't move" - I did as he said. It seemed like an age, but the wait did nothing to fan the fire burning in me. I would've led there forever but my goddess was impatient. She had just been awakened to this wonderful new elixir and she was thirsty for more. Just as I was about to get up, I felt Grey's hands on my ankles. He roughly thrust my legs apart. His left hand slowly moved up the outside of my leg, he grabbed the scoop of my waist and pulled me towards him. I could feel him. I could feel his hot sticky breath salivating on my sex. He was hungry for me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. He pressed his flat tongue against me. Still. He then began to move it. Slowly. Tasting me. Slowly. He took his time. Savouring me. He slowly built the pace. His fingers ready to explore me. I was worried his huge hands might hurt, but I was so wet. He was already in me, probing deep. His fingers pressed up against me, moving firmly and rhythmically; tongue and fingers moving in perfect harmony. My breathing heavier and heavier. I raised my hips, pressed myself hard in to him. The softness of my sex rubbing against the rough stubble of his steely jaw. I try to control my gyrations. I try to contain myself but I can't. My goddess is now in full control, nothing else is going on in my head except to make this feeling last forever. I grab his hair. Force his face deep into my sex and grind myself against him. I can barely breathe. More. Quicker. Deeper. Deeper. Quicker. Suck it. More. Quicker.......Mo.....Yeah.....Yeah.....Mmmm......Mmmmmm........The feeling is building. Building. It's ready to burst forth. I feel muscles deep within me contract around his fingers. A power and an energy that I've never felt before bursts from within me. Nothing I've felt before could have prepared me for what I experienced. All I wanted was to feel it again and again. Again and again. My goddess may have taken control of me, but both of us belong to him.
Grey raised his head from my glistening loins, "You've got a taste for this, haven't you Miss Steele?"
"I've only got a taste for you" I whisper.
My inner goddess was satisfied, but for a moment. She had been brought to her knees by this master of the sexual arts. She couldn't wait for him to teach her more.
Text Messages: Sent Items 06/07/12 8:32 a.m
Mate, remember that girl that came to an interview at our office? She fucking blew me last nite, and I ate her out. Fucking swallowed as well didn't she. Seeing another one tonite. Love these young sluts.
Christian
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