Fifty Shades Of A Working Girl

Chapter 6

Christian was pulling his hair again and pacing his living room. I reached out, touched his arm and said softly, "Shhh… Come here." I tried to soothe him. "It's over. She's gone." He looked at me and I sat down on the end of the couch and patted the side next to me. He sat down staring at me. I reached out and put my fingers in his hair, rubbing his scalp. He closed his eyes. "Come here and lay down, put your head in my lap." My hand guided him down, as he lay on his back looking up at me. I rested my hand on his heart. "There that's better. Now just close your eyes and relax. Breath in through your nose and breath out through your mouth. That's right, just like that." I was scared and thought he was going to have a heart attack. I kept rubbing his scalp with my one hand's fingertips. I swear he was going to purr.

He said softly, "I don't understand how you do this to me. For me. You have me so affected by your touch and you're not scared of me like everyone else is." He opened his eyes looking up at me with his incredible gray eyes.

I smiled down at him and said, "Christian, I'm not afraid of you. Besides, if you did try to physically hurt me, I know how to take you to the floor in extreme pain by using all your pressure points with the least amount of effort. I know I wouldn't have to with you though. Don't ask me how I know. I just feel it." He sits up and presses his lip against mine. It shocked me, but I kissed him back. He scoots closer and wraps his arms timidly around my waist. I put one hand in his hair at his nape and the other one his arm caressing him. I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss. It was like a switch went off in his head and he passionately pulled me under him on the couch and his hands were everywhere. His hand was caressing my thigh up my dress, he felt my hold up stockings and groaned. His other hand was fondling my breast. He was cupping my ass and his tongue was dancing in my mouth consuming me. I was losing control of myself. I was getting lost in our passions. Moving my left arm was painful and I would grunt but suppress it.

I suddenly remembered that he wanted to tell me some things critical about himself. I broke the kiss trying to catch my breath and he dove in kissing my neck and shoulders. I said struggling to talk, "Christian, you wanted to tell me something important before this." He paused trying to catch his breath and looked up into my eyes. I ran my hand through his hair and his eyes rolled back and closed and he rested his forehead against mine.  

He whispered, "You're right. I could easily lose myself in you. I know if I have you, I won't ever want to leave the bed." He kissed my nose and sat up and so did I trying to straighten out my clothes.

He got up, took off his tie and jacket and unbuttoned the top few buttons at his neck. He took my empty glass of wine on the coffee table to the kitchen and asked, "Would you like another glass of wine? I'm gonna need a stronger drink to get through this myself." I said sure.

Christian Pov

What the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe this day. I hate Elena for ruining my time twice with her in two days and for no goddamn reason. She hasn't been here in over a month. I just want to kiss her some more. My God she tasted like vanilla honey, pure and sweet. She feels so damn good against my body. My dick is like granite and it's not going down after that. I pour myself a large glass of bourbon, take a big swallow and pour more in. I get her glass of wine filled. I bring them to the coffee table and sit down next to her. Please God, don't let her run from me. 

I said with my hands hanging between my knees looking down, "I was born the son of a crack whore. She neglected me because of her addiction. Her pimp would abuse me by beating us both, watching him rape her and putting his lit cigarettes out on my back and chest. When I was four years old, my mother overdosed and died. I was left alone with her body for four days. I thought she was just sleeping for a long time, like when she was passed out before. I was hungry and all we had was a frozen bag of peas in the house to eat. I covered her up with my blanket and slept next to her. I remember the pimp coming in and screaming at me telling me I killed my own mother and slammed the door. The last thing I remember was the EMT people coming in and me screaming because I couldn't tolerate them touching me."