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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Bliss
Date: September 30, 2011 09:57
To:Christian Grey

Last night was amazing.

Did I tell you how much I love you, Mr. Grey?

x

Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: Bliss Out?
Date: September 30, 2011 10:04
To:Anastasia Grey

Idiom
bliss out, Slang.
a. to experience bliss or euphoria;
b.to cause to become blissful or euphoric;

Feeling frisky already, Mrs. Grey? ;-)

I never get tired of hearing it. I love you.

Christian Grey
Blissed Out CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Ditto!
Date: September 30, 2011 10:06
To:Christian Grey

I wish you didn't have to deal with the world of M&A so we can playall the time. Hehe.

x

Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: I'm Game!
Date: September 30, 2011 10:11
To:Anastasia Grey

All you have to do is say when and Taylor will be there to pick you up. Be careful what you wish for, Mrs. Grey.

Christian Grey
Excited CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Oh crap! I hate it when he calls my bluff. Quickly I type the wittiest response I could think of...

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Prince Charming.
Date: September 30, 2011 10:14
To:Christian Grey

My wish already came true. I found my Prince.

xxx

Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: Cinderella
Date: September 30, 2011 10:23
To:Anastasia Grey

We have all weekend my love. Back to the world of M&A. Laters, baby.

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

God, I love this man. Okay, back to the world of manuscripts I go.

I was completely enthralled by what I was reading when I heard a knock at the door and jumped.

"Sorry!" Hannah gushed. "I didn't mean to startle you!"

"Don't worry about it. I've just been jumpy lately."

Her face tightened. "I can imagine why..." She whispered, trailing the end of her sentence.

"But I'm back and better than ever!" I smile at her reassuringly.

She relaxes and beams back. "You look it, Ana! Well, I just wanted to tell you that you have a package." And pulls a twill basket out from behind her back and carefully places it on my desk.

"Thank you, Hannah."

"If there isn't anything you need, I'm going to go grab a bite."

"Of course! Have a nice lunch." And she skips out of my office. I look at the clock on my computer screen and realize that it's already past noon. My stomach grumbles as if on cue. Carefully I peel open the red & white cloth that was covering the contents to find three separate glass containers. I take them out one by one and can't help but grin from ear to ear. Oh, Fifty! He remembered our conversation from yesterday when I was mentioned the cravings I was starting to have. I click on the email icon on my computer.

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: You cooked?
Date: September 30, 2011 12:27
To:Christian Grey

Mac & Cheese
Chicken Fingers
Chocolate Mousse

The perfect meal! You're amazing.

xxxxx

Anastasia Grey
Editor, SIP

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: I ordered.
Date: September 30, 2011 12:29
To:Anastasia Grey

Mrs. Jones did all the hard work in the kitchen. I can make you some Mac & Cheese this weekend though. I'll ask her to make some extra chocolate mousse and leave it in the fridge for us. Mmmmm...I am thinking of a very specific way to eat it though. ;-)

I hope you and Blip have a wonderful lunch.

Christian Grey
Hungry (but not for food) CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Oh, my! Chocolate mousse off me? My inner goddess is doing somersaults across the gymnasium floor and I feel my insides tensing up. Maybe he'll use his silver tie again? Like he did with the ice cream at Kate's place. Just thinking about it is getting me excited. How did I ever live without him? Sigh!I guess this is what complete and utter happiness feels like. I can't help but think of Kate. Both of us. Finding our happily-ever-after's with brothers. The thought of it makes me sigh again.

I climb into the black SUV and am greeted by the smile I think about every minute of the day. "Hi, you." I say as I slide in closer to my husband and kiss him softly on the lips.

"Hi, yourself my love." Christian splays his hand across my stomach and in an higher octave "And Hi, to you too!" I can't help but giggle at his interaction with Blip.

"I love that sound." He says as he nuzzles my neck.

"And I love hearing you talk to Blip!" He smiles his carefree smile at me.

"So what would you like to do, Mrs. Grey? We have all weekend."

"Well...I know I want dessert at some point." I smile mischievously.

"Your wish is my command." His gaze is steady and he smirks.

"Oh! I do want to buy Kate & Elliott an engagement present."

"Why? They didn't get us one."

"That's not what gifts are about, Christian. And besides, it's not like we don't have the money to spare." He smirks at me. "What?" What are you smirking at?"

"You said 'it's not like we don't have money to spare.' Finally getting use to the fact that what's mine is yours, Mrs. Grey?"

I can't help but to roll my eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to all that money, but I have to admit it has it's perks."

"Rolling your eyes I see..."

"Chocolate mousse AND a spanking...?" I say hopefully looking up at him through my lashes.

"Oh, Ana! My sweet, salacious Ana." He laughs and pulls me into an embrace. I could stay in his arms forever.

"God, Ana! Easy..." Christian grunts. He is lying face down on bed and I'm sitting on his buttox, kneading my fists into his back.

"Just hold still, Christian. Maybe it's because you keep squirming."

"Maybe you're just not very good at this." He groans, the sound muffled by the mattress.

"This is suppose to feel good!" I defend.

"Says who?"

"Everyone!" In one swift motion he flips over to his back and holds my hands steady so that I do not turn with him. He looks at me in amusement.

"Who are these, Everyone! you're referring to?"

"People." I pout.

"And these people, you have massaged them before?"

"Maybe."

"Well...I guess I have to track them all down and get Taylor to do what he does best. I can't have people walking around gloating about how my wife has given them the world's best massage. Come out. Out with it. I'll need a list."

"Oh. Well there are just too many to name." I stifle my giggle. I love Christian even more when he's being so playful.

"In that case, I guess I'm going to have to torture it out of you." His eyes gleaming as he says the last few words. Oh, my. Yes!

"I'll go get your jeans!" I jump off the bed and head into walk-in closet hearing him chuckling outside. I get back to the bedroom and throw his jeans to him. "Get naked, Grey."

"I believe that's my line, Anastasia." His voice is lower and he eyes me seriously and passionately. "You know what do to." He strips out of his pajama bottoms and pulls the faded jeans on, leaving the top button undone.

"Yes." I say as my inner goddess runs around the meadow, doing cartwheel after cartwheel after cartwheel.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He stands in front of me and holds my chin to look up at him. "I won't ask you again, Ana." Quickly I remove the straps of my silk nightdress and let gravity take it's course as the material pools at my feet.
I am standing in front of him with just a pair of black laced panties. "Perfection." He growls and holds out his hand for me to take. I do so eagerly and follow him up the stairs to the Red Room of Pain.

"Is this what you want, Anastasia?" I nod bashfully. He takes the key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. I can't help but to look around-no canes, no whips, more floggers. I realize how much the room has changed since the first time I've been in it. How much he's changed. How much we've changed.

Still holding my hand, he leads me towards the bed and lifts me onto it. He walks away and heads towards his magic chest of toys. My insides can't help but to pulse with anticipation-I try to look what he has in store for me this time, but he keeps it hidden behind his back as he walks back to the bed. He puts it down the mystery gift on the floor and climbs one knee at a time into the bed, like a lion stalking his prey. This is so hot!

He grabs a hold of my waist and hoists me further up the bed. He nuzzles my neck and pushes the rest of my body onto the mattress. "Lift your hands above your head." I do as I'm told.

"Good girl." He rewards me with a kiss to my left nipple and moves towards my left shoulder, my left arm and stops at my left wrist. From his back pocket his pulls out two silk scarves and he ties my left wrist to the upper left post of the bed. When he is done, he repeats the same routine on the right side. I am already so wet for him.

He kisses me ravishly and my legs start to wrap around his waist. "Oh no, Ana. Not so fast." He smirks at me and climbs off, leaving me breathless and wanting to taste him again. He heads towards the end of the bed and grabs the mystery gifts off the floor. He takes my left foot and shackles it to one side of a leather cuff. He bends down and trails kisses from my ankle to my knee to my thigh. He stops and in one swift motion attaches the other side of the cuff to the bottom left post of the bed.

I see where this is going...
"You know what I want to do now, don't you?" I nod. How can he always read my mind?
He repeats the same procedure with my right leg and I am lying on the red satin sheets completely spread eagle. Again, he climbs up the bed, but this time, licking his way from my right knee to just below the cervix. I moan.

He takes a pair of scissors from his back pocket and groans. "We won't be needing these anymore." And gently cuts two slits in my panties, causing the front of them to open into a flap like a diaper. He kisses me right above my pubic bone, up my stomach, across my sternum and pecks away at my neck. I moan again and my hips involuntarily bucks forward.

"So tell me Ana, were there a lot of these massage recipients?"

I shake my head "No, Sir." I whisper.

"I see. So only me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You know what to say to make me happy, Anastasia. And for that you will be rewarded." Yes, Fifty! He reaches behind him and fiddles with something. Then, I hear the glorious sound of vibration. This is going to be fun!