Fifty Shades…Full Circle

Chapter 2

"So, pretty lady. What are you doing next weekend?" Christian reaches over and takes my hand.

"Well, I suppose I'll be engaged with my husband. He's very handsome, you know," I smile at him.

"Hmmmm. Is that so?" Christian smirks.

"Yes, he's extremely powerful and incredibly good in bed, too." I smile over at him.

"Well, you must be very happy," Christian grins.

"Oh, yes I am. He's made me a very happy woman," I lean over and give him a kiss on his cheek.

"Sounds like a keeper."

"Yes. I really think I'll keep him around," I giggle. "Besides my children are rather fond of him."

Christian laughs as he maneuvers the car through traffic. "Seriously, baby. I would like to go to Houston to check out that plane. Do you want to go? Gail can keep the kids and we can make a weekend out of it. Would you like that?"

I smile and nod my enthusiasm. "Yes. Mr. Grey I accept."

"Good. I thought we'd leave Friday afternoon and fly back on Sunday."

"What are we going to fly in? We don't have a plane," I ask him.

"They are sending the one I'm interested in to pick us up. Then fly us back. Stephen is going and he'll pilot. I want his opinion on it."

"Oh, I'm going out of town with two men. Lucky me."

"But you can only sleep with one of them," he reminds me.

"Oh? Which one?" I ask.

"That just might earn you a spanking Mrs. Grey," he warns.

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. Big man with a twitchy palm," I taunt him.

"Keep it up." He gives me a sideways glance.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"I thought we'd go to Ivar's. I'm hungry for seafood. Okay with you?"

"That sounds good. Which one?"

"Salmon House okay?"

"Yes." I nod.

We finish our leisurely lunch. I had the clam chowder and the Salmon Sampler and Christian had the Organic Greens and Huckleberry Salad and the Sautéed Northwest Oysters. We shared and it was delicious. The wine topped it off.

Christian helps me slide into my car, and we head back to his office.

"That was really good. I'm stuffed," I tell him.

"It was good," He says. " You don't look stuffed."

"Well I am. I told you my husband makes me a happy woman."

"I suppose you'll need to work all that food off later," he tells me.

"I'll go down to the gym this afternoon."

"That's not the type of work out I was referring to ."

"I know," I smirk at him.

We arrive back at Grey House and I deposit my husband at the entrance. I walk around to the driver's side and get behind the wheel, but not before giving him a big thank you kiss.

"Drive careful, baby." He tells me as he closes my door and leans in for a kiss.

"I will. See you this evening." I wave back as I pull out into traffic. I look in the rearview mirror and see Christian motioning me to slow down. Good heavens, he never lets up.


I finally make it home and Gail has just gotten Grace down for a nap and Teddy isn't due home from school yet.

After stopping to say hello to Gail I head upstairs and change out of my fancy clothes and back into my jeans. I really hate to go through these clothes, but I need to get it over with. I thumb through and pull out the maternity things. They're so pretty I hate to get rid of them. I don't know why I hated them so much when I had to wear them. It makes me sad to think about getting rid of them. Pulling each item out I search through all the pockets to make sure I haven't left anything in them before I hang them in the 'give away' section. I pull out tops and now down to the jeans. I will miss this elastic. I'll give it credit, it was comfortable. I shove my hand down in the pocket and pullout a piece of paper I had left down in the pocket. Straightening it out, I look to see what it is. Oh, my goodness.


Mrs. Grey,

My name is Virginia Douglas. I am deeply sorry if this comes as a surprise to you, but I am Christian's grandmother. It is not my intention to interfere in Christian's life, however, I would so love the opportunity to make contact with my grandson.

I have been unable to see or speak with him and thought that I might reach out to you. I would much appreciate speaking with you and wonder if we could meet; possibly over lunch one day soon. I am currently in Seattle and will be until next Saturday. I may be contacted at (708) 555- 7698. I look forward to hearing from you,

Sincerely,

Virginia Douglas


I had almost forgotten about this. So much has happened since then. I meant to talk to Grace a little more about this. We spoke briefly and she didn't know anything about his biological family. I'm still on the fence about what to do. I don't know if Christian is even ready to address something like this. We've been through so much lately; do I even want to stir things up?

I'll hold on to it a bit. I open my lingerie drawer and bury the paper deep under the silky fabric. It can stay there while I contemplate what to do.

I pretty much have all my things weeded out. I guess I can see if Gail's niece can use any and the rest can go to Goodwill. I should go down and try to do the treadmill again. If I wait until master gets home, I'll never get anything accomplished. I think I'll lie down just a few minutes until Teddy gets home. I stretch out across the bed and close my eyes. It seems like it's only been seconds until I hear my rambunctious son running down the hall.

He runs in the room but I hear him stop when he thinks I'm asleep. My back is toward him and he tiptoes over and tries to see if I'm asleep.

"Mom." He whispers loudly.

"What?" I whisper back.

"Are you asleep?" he whispers again.

"Yes." I answer.

"Okay." He pauses. "Mom?"

"What?" I ask.

"Are you asleep real hard or just sort of?" he whispers again.

Without warning I turn over and grab him pulling him up on the bed and snuggle him to me. "I'm not too asleep to keep me from hugging you." I kiss his little neck.

"You're not asleep," he squeals.

"I know I faked you out." I pretend to bite his ear. "How was school?"

"It was okay. Johnny Bitterman got in trouble. He was talking in class and Ms. Smithson told him three times to be quiet and he didn't so she sent him down to Mr. Jamison's office and he was there a real long time," he tells me.

"Oh, well you weren't talking were you?" I ask him.

"No ma'am. I don't want to go to Mr. Jamison's office," he tells me.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're listening to Ms. Smithson."

"She's been a pretty good teacher this year hasn't she?" I ask him.

"Yep. I like her."

"You're going to be a big third grader next year aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm not sure I want to go to third grade," he tells me.

"Why not baby?" I ask him.

"Well I saw the third grade math book and it looks so hard. I don't think I can do it."

"Well, you don't know it yet. When you get to third grade then you will learn how to do the math problems. Just like when you got to second grade you had to learn how to do it." I run my hand through his hair. "Besides your dad is really good at math. I'm sure he can help you with it."

"Are you good at math, Mom? Can you help me?" he asks.

"Well, sweetheart, I'm better at English. Your Dad is the math wiz in the family."

"Why is he good at math?"

"He just is. Your dad is a very, very smart man. He can do a lot of things really well."

"Mom? Are we rich?" he asks.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Well, Sandy Cheatham said her parents said we were stinkin' rich." He looks up at me.

"Stinkin' rich? Well. Son your daddy does very well. He has worked very hard all his life and he makes a very good living so he can take care of us," I tell him.

"But are we stinkin' rich?" he asks.

"Well, baby," what do I say? "Yes, Teddy. I guess we are stinkin' rich." I confess. "But that's not something you go around telling anyone. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's not something you are to talk about to anyone. It's a family thing."

"Yes ma'am. We're stinkin' rich, but I'm not supposed to tell anyone about it."

"That's right." At least little Sandy Cheatham's father had the good sense to say 'stinking' in front of his kids. Christian would have just said 'fucking' and not given a shit who heard him. I just don't know what I'm going to do with him. I can't get him to watch his mouth. I really hate that the kids hear that language. I know he doesn't mean anything by it; he just doesn't exercise any self- control over certain aspects of his life. For someone who professes to have learned so much self- control, he sure doesn't use it unless he wants to.

"Do you have any homework, sweetheart?" I ask him.

"Not much. I just have to learn my spelling for the test tomorrow," he pouts.

"Well, I can help you go over your spelling after dinner. Do you want to go outside and play around in the back yard before dinner? I'll go with you," I ask.

"Mom. It's raining. We can't go play in the rain."

"Oh, I didn't know it had started to rain. Why can't we go play in the rain?" I ask.

"'Cause, we'll get all wet," he looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Will you melt if you get wet?" I ask.

"Melt?" he looks perplexed.

"Yes. Like the wicked witch of the west. You know how she melted when Dorothy threw water on her? Will you melt?"

He grins up at me, "No. I can't melt."

"You wanna' go?" I give him a wicked grin.

He gives me a big grin and a nod.

"Come on buddy. Let's go." I grab his little hand and we get off the bed and run downstairs.

"Where are you two going? It's raining outside," Gail looks at us horrified as I slide open the door to the patio.

"We won't melt, Gail," Teddy squeals at her.

"No, Gail. We won't melt," I tell her as we head out the door.

Teddy takes off across the yard and with his arms out like a plane buzzing around the yard.

"I'm gonna' come get you, Theodore," I scream at him as I run into the yard after my son. "You'd better run, 'cause I'm gonna' kiss and tickle you when I catch you."

The rain feels cool but not cold and I love seeing the pure delight on Teddy's face. After all it is just water. I run and chase him zigzagging through the yard. Teddy squealing and me squealing back. I finally catch him and grab him under his arms swinging him around I hug him tight and kiss his soft little neck causing him to squeal even louder.

"What the fuck is going on?" I hear my lord and master yell from the covered patio.

"Ho oh. I think Dad is home," I whisper on his neck.

"Are we in trouble, Mom?" he asks.

"Nope." I tell him.

"We're playing in the rain. What's going on with you?" I yell back.

"Yeah, dad. We're playin' in the rain." Teddy yells at his dad.

Christian takes off his suit jacket and heads out to join us. I have Teddy around the chest and Christian grabs him from me and gives him a big hug and kiss. He sets him down again and then looks at me. "You'd better run, Mrs. Grey. I think I owe you a spanking."

"Me? A spanking? Why whatever for?" I tease.

"A remark about sleeping with our pilot as I remember," he grins.

"Oh. Seems I do remember that. Guess I'd better run then." I take off after Teddy with Christian in hot pursuit.

After Christian finally catches me, he puts his arm around my shoulder as we watch Teddy. "Whose bright idea was this?" he asks me.

I look up at him, "Mine."

"I do love it when you're wet, Mrs. Grey," he smirks.

I smack his chest, "You never quite, do you?"

"Nope. Does it bother you?" he asks.

"No. It's one of the little things I love about you." I put my arms around his waist and lean into him as we stand in the rain.

"Hmm. Well, I've got some bigger things you might like even better," he gives me a wicked grin.

"Later, Mr. Grey." I admonish him. "And by the way, watch your mouth in front of the children. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Do I have to start a swear jar for you?"

"What's a swear jar?" he asks.

"Every time you curse you have to put a dollar in the jar," I tell him.

"Well, I might as well just start with a couple thousand dollars in seed money."

"Christian! I guess money really isn't much of an incentive for you, " I tell him. "Maybe I need to withhold my favors, every time you swear at inappropriate times. "

"You wouldn't last," he smirks at me.

"Probably not." I chuckle.


"I'm excited about our trip next weekend." I tell him as I get undressed for my shower.

"Good. Me too. We haven't had 24 hours alone is ages," he tells me as he slips out of his slacks and shoes.

"What's this plane like that you are interested it?" I ask.

"What do you know about planes?" he frowns at me.

"Nothing. I just ride in them," I shrug.

"That's what I thought. So telling you about it won't do much good, other than maybe the color of the interior," he smirks.

"Christian. I'm not stupid. I can understand what you tell me." I put my hand on my hips and glare at him.

Christian walks over with a grin on his face and puts his arms around my naked waist. He pulls me in tight and I feel him grow against me.

"Well. It's a very large plane; unusually large in fact. With a really powerful engine that produces a lot of thrust," he begins to kiss my neck. "Its big engine," Kiss. "revs," kiss. "and pulls," kiss. "and strains," kiss. "building power until the pilot releases it," kiss. "Then it hurls down the runway," kiss. "faster," kiss. "and faster," kiss. "until it achieves lift off." He whispers against my neck.

"Hmmm. What happens after liftoff?" I ask with a smile.

"He makes his wife a very happy woman," he whispers against my lips just before sealing his mouth over mine.

"Well, pull your wheels up and put your tray in an upright position, Mr. Grey. You're about to become airborne," I whisper in his ear as I circle his neck with my arms.

Christian cups my butt, "Jump up and hold on," he whispers as he carries me to our bed and lets me fall to the mattress. He follows me and crawls on top of me grasping my hands and pulling them over my head. He trails kisses down my neck and nuzzles my breasts with his nose. "God, you smell so good," he whispers.

I'm writhing underneath him as he is peaking my arousal.

"You think I'm going to fuck you don't you, baby?" he asks.

"I was leaning that way. Aren't you?" I ask.

"I think I promised you a spanking from earlier today," he says against my lips.

"Mmmm. A spanking? Sorry. Don't remember that," I whisper back as I softly peck at his lips.

"Well, I do. Come here." Christian quickly gets up and within a second he is sitting on the edge of the bed and has me across his knee. He puts one leg over mine and holds my hands behind my back with his hand. I can feel his other hand caress my behind. It feels warm and smooth and comforting.

"Why are you getting a spanking Ana?" Christian asks me.

"I'm not sure," I tell him.

"It's because of your smart mouth, isn't it?" he asks me.

"I guess so," I answer.

"I guess so …what?" he asks.

"I guess so ….sir." Okay I'll play along.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"No. Not really," I tell him.

"What was that? Are you being a smart ass again?" he asks.

"No. Just smart." I grin over at him.

Then I feel the sting against my butt as his hand makes contact with my skin.

"Owww. That hurt," I tell him.

"It's supposed to hurt. Smart mouthed little girls need to be brought under control. They need to show some respect," he admonishes me. "How many do you need?"

"I don't need any. I won't do it anymore," I tell him.

"Too late for that. I think six should bring you back in line," he tells me.

"Count for me. If you don't keep track, I'll start over. Do you understand?" he asks.

"Yes sir," I sigh.

"That was one," he says.

I feel the sting again on the other cheek.

"Oww. Christian that hurts," I tell him.

"I'm sure it does. Count."

"Two."

I feel his soft sweet caress just before I feel the third hard smack. Shit he hasn't hit me this hard in ages. What's more I can feel his erection growing underneath me.

"You're growing sir," I tell him.

"I didn't tell you to speak. Just count."

"Shit Christian. Three," I get out.

"Your ass is getting beautifully pink, sweetheart," he tells me.

"I'm glad you like it," I gasp.

"There goes that mouth again," he admonishes me.

I feel his caress stop and I brace for the next strike. Then the sting as I receive his fourth hit.

"Four, damn it," I holler.

"Damn it what?" he asks.

"Damn it , sir. Fuck!"

"Not yet. You have two more coming." I can almost feel Christian smiling. I know he's enjoying this. I'm not so sure I am.

I feel his finger slip between my thighs and slide between my folds. He slides it back and forth increasing my arousal then suddenly stops.

"I think you're enjoying this more than you let on, Mrs. Grey," he tells me. "You are incredibly wet."

I feel number five make contact. "Five." I whimper.

"Just one more, baby," he tells me. "One more then I'll fuck you."

I finally feel and hear number six and thank heavens it's over. "Six. Shit that hurt." I try to reach back to rub my sore behind, but Christian holds my hands firm and won't release them.

I feel his fingers descend into me again and stroke until I'm almost at the edge. Then he stops.

"Noooo. Don't." I whimper.

"Don't what?" he asks in that condescending tone.

"Don't stop. Please sir." Okay. I'll play the game. I'll beg.

Christian begins to stroke again and brings me just to the edge once more. This time he slides into me and begins to move in and out. "Oh shit, Christian," is all I can say.

He continues to glide in and out until I can feel myself on the brink. "You're getting ready, baby. But not yet. Not yet." He stops again.

"Christian what are you doing?" I snap in frustration.

"You've been bad. I'll tell you when," he almost chuckles.

"Well do it or let me go," I whimper to him.

"Well, well. You really aren't in a position to be so demanding. Are you now?" he asks.

"Baby, don't tease me, please." I beg.

"That's better." He slowly begins to caress me making me quiver with each contact.

I am writhing beneath him and gasping for breath. I sense the tingling sensation building in me letting me know that I'm about to reach my goal. I can feel my body begging for the release his practiced fingers are promising. Christian continues his slow rhythmic caresses and my belly quivers with each sensual contact. Then, finally, the soft masterful stroke that pushes me and I feel myself fall over the edge. That moment of utter relaxation allowing my body to accept the imminent burden of my climax.

"There you go, baby." I hear him whisper.

"Oh, God, Christian," I gasp as I tense and tremble against his lap. He continues to caress and I feel the spasms continue to pulse through me with each sweet hit.

"That's my girl. I told you I'd take care of you. I'll always take care of you, baby." I can feel myself relax and I try to catch my breath as my release begins to wane. But Christian continues to rub my now engorged, sensitive membranes.

"Christian stop. Please. Stop." I beg again.

I feel him release my hands and in one swift move he has me on the bed on my back. He parts my legs and pushes them up bracing his shoulders against them. I can feel him as he enters me and begins the sweet carnal assault that I have been promised.

"God you feel so fucking good," he growls. He moves slowly and skillfully prolonging the pleasure. "Shit, Ana. You always fit just right, baby." He has me at an angle ensuring that every time he enters I can feel him stroke against the sensitive, aching spot inside and it pushes me closer to the edge again. The skin on my butt is so sensitive from the assault it has just endured that it is almost on fire and it stings with every touch.

Christian is driving with fierce determination and he is breathing a like a racehorse in the Kentucky Derby. "Fuck I'm so hard I'm about to explode," he gasps. "I've been thinking about fucking you all day." I can feel his heart racing inside his chest and see the pure lust that is written on his face. It's as if his brain has switched off and he can focus on nothing but the primal urge to fuck. At this point I am his only salvation, his only want, his only desire. His overwhelming need for me empowers me. I know he is mine.

His every move is pushing me farther and farther and I know I am on the edge of the pure pleasure my body is aching for. "Come on baby," he hisses. "Fucking come for me. I want to watch you ."

I can feel the tightness beginning in my core with his every stroke. "God, Christian," I growl. "Yes. Please." I can feel my hands fist the sheet and my knuckles ache as I clutch them with a vise like grip.

"That's right. Give it up for me, baby," he commands me. My body obeys him and I can feel the explosion of my climax beginning. It spreads through me, making me its prisoner with no hope of releasing me until I am totally spent. My body it giving itself over to him. I belong to him. He possesses me totally.

He continues until he is at his breaking point. I can feel him as he loses control. His eyes lose focus and his lids become heavy as his body is ravaged by the release that is taking away his control. He stills and begins to tremble as his climax rips through him. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I feel him quiver as he rides out his release. "Jesus, God, Ana I love you!" He hisses through his clenched teeth. I can finally see his focus return and his body relaxes as he falls onto me. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles to prevent him from leaving me. He rolls on his side facing me, and I whisper, "No. Stay with me. Don't leave." He lets out a big sigh and smiles at me, brushing the perspiration soaked hair from my eyes.

"My God, you are so fucking beautiful, Ana," he reverently strokes the side of my face.

I take his hand and gently bring it to my lips for a soft kiss. "I love you so much I almost can't endure it, Christian."

Christian pulls me closer and seals his mouth over mine parting my lips and giving me confirmation that he is mine and only mine.