A/N: I hope you like the story so far, hope there is no more mistakes in spelling and grammar. Apologies for long chapters XD and also if some words are in UK English and not American, as I am Australian and started writing in my own English language. So there may be words such as gray which is grey instead. Sorry! Hope you still enjoy, and thank you for those who like it.
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Chapter Two
Scars
Wednesday, 16th August 2017
Christian
Closing the door behind me, I rush over to her and pull her hands aside so I can see her face. I lift her chin up and look into her puffy-red eyes.
"Ana, what the fuck happened?" I demand, anxiety gripping me.
She shakes her head, looking down, and bites her lip. I pull her chin to free her lip and she looks back up at me.
"I-I can't say."
"Why?"
"You'll be too angry."
That makes me feel even worse.
"I don't fucking care," I growl, clenching my hands at my sides. I am already angry. "You're covered in bruises and gore and you want me to just forget it? I don't think so. Tell me, Ana. Now."
She studies my face for a while, seeming very reluctant to tell me.
"Anastasia…" I warn.
She takes a deep shuddering breath. "Well…once I finished work, I drove over to a bar for a quick drink to think about things and…" Fear crosses her features and she drops her head, averting her gaze from my powerful one. "There was this guy that began talking to me."
All my questions about her appearance and absence are answered and a sudden wave of fear and outright rage courses through me.
Ana hurries on before I can speak. "I was only being friendly with him and didn't give much information away when he asked questions about the day and if I worked and where I was going afterwards. I…I finally said good-bye and began to walk back to my car but he followed me and grabbed me. I couldn't fight him off, his grip was too strong. He pulled me into this abandoned alley and tried to…"
She gulped and a shudder and a sob ran through her. Her eyes fill with tears and she closes them to hold her emotion back. "He tried to take my clothes off and I knew he was going to rape me or something."
Fuck no! It's worse than I ever imagined.
"It's lucky that I had the knowledge to fight well. But when I did he brought out a knife and began to cut me and punch me whenever I tried to escape. I was too scared to scream so I kicked him in the groin and ran. I ran and didn't stop. So eventually I got a bit lost and had to go back to get my car, confirmed that he was gone." She took a shaky breath and looked back up at me. "I…I'm so sorry Christian, my phone was dead, I didn't know you were trying to call. I'm so, so sorry."
I can barely contain my fury. Right now I can't move. Closing my eyes, I breathe in and out, shaking, trying to calm my anger. I pinch the bridge of my nose.
That man is fucking dead. He will be, and I will hunt him down till he is in hell. How dare he touch my wife? How fucking dare he? He will pay.
"C-Christian, please calm down. I-I'm okay now…"
I can't look at her, my eyes blaring at the ground.
"That man is fucking dead!" I shout, banging my hand on the bathroom bench. Ana flinches. I brush my hands through my hair in frustration, trying to calm my temper. "I will kill him. I will rip him apart limb from limb, and throw him in hell." I whip back around to look at Ana. "Tell me who the hell he is."
Ana hesitates, wide-eyed, frightened by my outburst.
"I-I don't know."
"This is what happens when you defy me!" I shout at her, unable to keep my voice calm. She cringes and cowers away from me. "Goddamit! You will use security next time, all the time. Do you hear me?"
Ana stays silent, wide-eyed and shaking.
"Do you hear me?" I growl louder and she flinches but nods frantically.
"Y-yes, I understand." Ana is breathing hard and crying again, so I sigh and pull her into my arms, holding her close to me. I nuzzle my face into her hair, inhaling her sweet, sweet scent. God, she smells amazing. If I just hold her for a while, I can calm down. She is my solace. Her body quakes harder and sobs rack her body as she wraps her arms around me, pressing her face into my shoulder. I clutch her more tightly and sway to soothe her.
"Shh, hush, baby." I kiss her head and close my eyes as she spills her emotions into me. "God, something could have happened to you. To the baby. I'm sorry I shouted at you. That was unjust of me. I should do better to control my temper. I'm sorry, Ana."
"I know. P-please don't be angry," she stutters shakily. "I-I promise I'll be more c-careful next time. I promise."
"I know. I'm sorry, Ana, it was my fault –"
"Christian, don't blame this on yourself –"
"I do, because I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."
"I forgive you, Christian. God, I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have gone on my own like that, I-I…" But another round of sobs rack her body, halting her sentence.
"Shh," I say. "You're not stupid, Ana." I sway her back and forth, no longer wanting to talk. I can't speak anymore. I can only hold her. I just want to hold her. Where she is safe in my arms. For a time, I stroke her hair repeatedly, calming us both.
"Hush, now," I murmur a few moments later and kiss the top of her head once more. As she weeps into me, her arms tight around my waist, I brush my hand down her back and flinches, wincing.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly. I frown, pained.
She nods. "It's just the cuts."
I shake my head in another wave of disbelief and anger. "We have to get you to a hospital. Now."
"Christian, no," she whines, shaking her head.
"Don't argue about this, Anastasia," I complain, exasperated. Frustrating, she can be sometimes. I take her hand and pull her toward the door but she balks. I glare at her. Grrr, why must she be so difficult?
"Please, it's not that bad." What looks like fear crosses her wounded, teary face. Why doesn't she want to get cleaned and fixed up? "Can we tend the injuries here? I don't want to go out anywhere now."
Scrutinizing her for a while, I finally realize that she is simply too scared and exhausted from this evening's episode and wants to stay. Needs to stay. Besides, I loathe hospitals. They are noisy, a maze, you have to wait for hours before being allowed to visit your injured or sick loved ones and you don't always get the answers you want right away.
I nod, kiss her forehead and brush her hair behind her ear. There is one cut on her left cheek and I clench my teeth at the sight.
My poor, sweet Ana.
Carefully, I hoist her up onto the bench and open the medicine cabinet that sits above the sink behind the mirror, where I fetch out a few antiseptic wipes, cream and bandages. Gently, I apply the wipes to the cut on her face and clean most of it, and then move to the ones on both of her arms. Each time she winces, my heart clenches with remorse, and anger rattles over me. When I move to the deepest on her right arm she cries out and snatches her arm away.
"I'm sorry, baby," I breathe and lean over to kiss her forehead. I lift her chin up and touch my lips to hers for a sweet kiss. It instantly turns hungry and desire settles through me. We are both breathing rapidly when I pull away. I look into her eyes, pleading as I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. "Please try to keep still. It will be over in a second. I promise I'll be careful." Her forehead creases but she holds out her arm again and I continue to clean it, gently dabbing at the wound. She closes her eyes tightly until I finish.
"All done," I say and she opens her eyes to smile at me. I brush her uncut cheek. "My brave Anastasia."
She will need a bath first before I apply cream and bandages so I walk over to the bath and turn the faucet on. As it fills, I look back to my wife with sad eyes.
"I wish this never happened to you." I sound strained.
Ana frowns and bites her lip. "Christian, please don't feel bad. I'm fine. Just a little shaken and sore, is all. I'll be better tomorrow." She gives me a small reassuring smile which I can't return.
Once the bath is filled, I turn the tap off and hold out my hand to Ana. "Come." She grabs my hand and slides off the bench, wincing as she does.
"Be careful!" I scold, stressing.
Ana grimaces.
Slowly, I pull down her panties, bending down as I do, until they reach her feet, and she steps out of them. Peering up at her, I make a trail of kisses up her right leg and stop at the silken nest of hair between her legs. She is panting deliciously. I do the same to her other leg and this time lick the flesh between her legs. It is dripping wet already. She gasps.
God, she smells and tastes divine.
"You taste glorious, Mrs. Grey," I say, my voice low and husky. I continue to lick her, this time on her clitoris and she moans and slides her hands through my hair, grasping at it, as the sensations between her legs become too much to bear. Yet she lets me devour her, pushing herself into my face as my tongue strokes her.
Satisfied for now, I pull away and stand in front of her, then reach around her to unclip her bra. She pulls on her cute pouty face which I know is because I stopped. I can't contain a smirk. I kiss her chastely.
"All in good time, Mrs. Grey." I slide her bra straps off her shoulders and drop it to the floor. I gaze up and down her body, and despite the cuts and bruises, I grow hard at the sight of her. I missed her so much during that eight hours.
Fuck, she is so hot.
"I missed you," I say and kiss her forehead. "So much."
"Me too." She smiles and I smile warmly back at her.
Quickly, I take off my jacket and button-up t-shirt, hurrying through the buttons. With a coquettish look, licking her lips, Anastasia unzips my fly and undoes the button of my jeans. Aroused, I grab her face for a deep kiss. She moans, tasting me as I taste her. Slowly, she pulls down my jeans, along with my boxers and bends down. She looks up at me under her lashes, and I know she's going to give me payback.
I draw in a shaky breath as her tongue strokes the head of my cock, over and over again. My erection grows even more when she takes me into her mouth and begins to suck, hard.
"Fuck, Ana," I rasp, clutching her head. I flex my hips and hit the back of her mouth and she closes her throat around me in response. She continues to suck and lick me around and around, up and down, until the sensation becomes too much and I feel my groin tighten.
"Ana, please, stop…"
She doesn't.
"Ana," I warn, gritting my teeth.
Still, she keeps going.
Groaning, I pick her up and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. My desire for her grows; she tastes like me. Ana moans and I can feel rather than see her smile against my lips. I brush her cheek softly, gazing into her bright blue, warm eyes. She sure is a marvel.
"Come." I hold out my hand and lead her to the bath. She steps in and sits down and I follow suit, sitting behind her. I pull her into me, between my legs and kiss her neck a few times till I reach her earlobe and bite it. She gasps.
"You are so desirable," I whisper in her ear. Grabbing a wash cloth, I begin to wash my beautiful wife's legs, up her torso to her breasts where I linger for a while. She moans and tips her head back onto me, making me smile. Ever so gently, I dab the cloth over her cuts on her arms and she winces, her hands clenching.
"Try to stay still – it will be over soon, baby."
Once I finish washing her face, I reward her by washing between her legs. She moans, relaxing into me and so I surprise her by using my hands. I slip a finger into her folds and gasp at the easiness. Man, she is wet.
"You're always so ready, Ana." I kiss her ear and watch as her mouth opens when I thrust two fingers into her. "You deserve an orgasm. You've pleased me today. But then again, you please me every day, so I probably would have given you relief anyway."
She giggles. God, I love that sound.
"Probably?"
I laugh, too, knowing that I definitely would have, like I do every day. "Good point well made, as ever, Mrs. Grey."
Anastasia suddenly sighs and I ask her what's wrong.
"I'm just still not used to being called Mrs. Grey, even after all these years."
I smile. "Mmm, well I won't stop. Because I own you. You are mine, you got that?" I whisper the last part into her ear and she shudders. I thrust my fingers into her and she sucks in a sharp breath.
"Yes, yours," she breathes. "Always."
"And I am yours."
I wrap my free arm around her tighter and begin flicking my finger over her clitoris.
"Ah!"
She pushes her hips into my hand.
"Give it to me, baby," I growl, speeding up my movements.
I watch as she pants and opens her mouth, tipping her head back into me, looking ever so erotic. I eventually feel the squeezing of her interior muscles clenching in orgasm.
Good girl.
I imagine being inside her right at this minute and then think of when she sucked me. Those lips around me in the shape of an O.
Oh, God.
I have to get out of the bath right away and put my love to bed before I lose all control and fuck her. She is too sore to have sex tonight, and I have promised myself I will wait until she heals.
Once she calms down, I pull my fingers out of her and suck the arousal off my fingers.
Holy Christ does it taste good.
Ana's eyes widen as she watches me.
I smile smugly. "Come, I want to get you to bed – you need to heal."
Ana smiles and, after quickly washing myself, I stand up and step out of the bath, helping Ana step out with me. I wrap a towel around me and give her one. Once we are both dry, I point to the bathroom bench.
"Sit," I order and she obeys, hoisting herself up onto the bench.
Good girl.
I grab the cream, squeeze some onto my hand and rub it over her cuts and bruises gently. Thankfully no cuts are deep enough to need stitches. Amazingly, she keeps still, even when I touch her deepest cut. I wrap each cut in bandages and hold them into place with a safety pin.
She drops from the bench – slowly this time – and smiles at me. "Thank you." I give her a smile and hold her hand as we walk out.
"Always a pleasure looking after you, Mrs. Grey."
oOoOoOo
Once we're in our bedroom, I give her a deep kiss, desire flashing through me once more.
Stop Grey, you need to make a call first. Besides, she's too beaten up to make love. You know that.
I sigh at the realization.
Reluctantly, I pull away. My stern face is back on. "What did the guy look like?"
Ana blinks and frowns for a moment. "He looked in his forties with black hair and a sharp face. He had brown eyes and a muscular build. That's all I can remember." My jaw clenches. Anastasia looks down at her fingers and seems sad.
This bastard made her like this. I want to scream and throw him across the room. I want to kill him. But of course I can't. I have to stay calm. Besides, it won't make any of us feel better. I don't like the sound of being a murderer, especially if my kids know.
Get a grip, Grey.
"Hey," I say and lift Ana's chin up. I make an effort to soften my expression. "We'll sort this out, okay?"
She nods, reassured and reaches up for a kiss. I respond before letting go and saying that I have to make a call.
Wrapping the towel securely around my waist, I leave the room and head into my office. I call Welch and then Taylor.
"Sir?"
My anger settles in. "I need you to track down this man." I tell Taylor his appearance but say I don't know his name. "Welch is on it too. This guy was in a bar closest to where Ana works. Got that?"
"Yes, sir. Is everything alright?"
I huff. "No. That fucking –" I stop myself and take a deep breath to calm down. "The bastard bashed Anastasia up and tried to rape her. I want to kill him but I know that isn't the right thing to do so I want him in a jail cell at the least."
"Yes, sir. I'll see what I can do." There's silence. "Is…is Mrs. Grey okay, sir?"
"She says she is but she's clearly not. Still shocked, I think."
"I hope she feels better soon. Pass my wish over to her, please. And calm down, Mr. Grey. You sound out of control."
I laugh, a choked-off sound. "I feel out of control. Just please kick that bastard's ass in jail, and soon."
"On it, sir."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Mr Grey."
I hang up and place my phone back on my desk. When I walk out I see Theodore peering up at me with those blue eyes of his. He has his mother's eyes.
"Are you okay, Daddy? Is Mommy okay?"
"Yes, kiddo, we're fine." I manage to give him a smile as I bend to pick him up. He's grown big quickly. "No need to worry."
Theodore giggles. "Why are you in a towel?"
I smile wider and walk down the hall to his room. "Because I had a bath and didn't change. I had to call someone."
Theodore laughs the cute laugh of his again. "You look funny." He yawns. He needs sleep.
"Do I now?" I tickle him and he giggles and tries to squirm away from me when I place him on his bed. "Bed, now. Sleep."
He pouts.
"Don't give me that look. If I see you up playing, you'll get into trouble." He falls silent and quickly hides under the covers. I chuckle and pull them off him.
"Can you read me a bedtime story first?"
I cock my head to the side and contemplate.
"Just one!" He pleads me with his big adorable puppy-dog eyes. "Pwease, Daddy?"
I sigh, but smile and grab a book from his bookshelf. "Just one," I reply and sit down on his bed.
He smiles his big toothy grin and snuggles up next to me. I wrap one arm around him and pull him onto my lap.
Unfortunately, I had grabbed Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, and that isn't a particularly short book. I frown.
Dammit, Grey.
Shaking my head, I begin to read, knowing that Ted will fall asleep after two chapters. I'm right. After partway through the second chapter, my bouncing boy falls asleep in my arms.
"Tired little fellow," Anastasia says from the doorway, wearing what I can see is my t-shirt. It looks like she chucked on something underneath it but I can't see exactly what.
Damn. She likes to make it harder for me to take her.
She's smiling at me warmly, happy to see her husband and son bonding. I grin back at her as she saunters over to our son and kisses him on his head.
Carefully, I shift him down onto his bed and pull the covers over him. Theodore awakens, looking up at us sleepily. Bending down to kiss his forehead, I say good-night.
"Good night, Daddy." He yawns again.
Ana caresses his cheek. "Good night, my little monkey."
Ted reaches up and gives his mommy a tight hug and a big "smack" of a kiss on her cheek. "Good night, Mommy."
She smiles and I smile at them interacting. I love them so much.
"Now to say good-night to the little one," I sigh. What fun, trying to put the kids to bed and make them stay there.
"Don't worry," Ana says. "I already read to her, while you were reading to Ted."
"So, she's in bed?"
"Yes. Hopefully she'll sleep – lately she's been hyperactive."
I chuckle. "I think Teddy more so."
"True," Ana sighs. "He'll be starting pre-school soon… Hard to believe."
"It is, really. Come." I hold her hand. As we walk out, Ana turns on Theodore's dancing night-light with music and walks out, leaving the door ajar.
I follow Ana to Phoebe's room and we are shocked to see her not in her cot. She must have worked out how to unlock the thing.
I freak out a little and Ana grumbles. I think I'm scared of Phoebe running away and getting lost, too. I'm desperate for some much needed sleep.
"Where'd that little one go?" she sighs, searching the room.
Ana catches my panicked face and caresses my cheek.
"Don't panic, Christian, she'll be in the house." She rolls her eyes at me and smiles. "So overprotective, you are."
I smirk at her and lean down to whisper in her ear. "Did you just roll your eyes at me, Mrs. Grey?"
Ana stiffens and shudders. "No…" She bites her lip. I raise my eyebrows at her, amused. She feigns innocence. "I didn't. You must be imagining things."
My gaze grows hotter. "And now you're biting your lip. Come. We better get this daughter of ours to bed, so I can deal with my disobedient wife."
Ana struggles to hide a smile as we walk out.
Downstairs, we see Phoebe playing with the cats, giggling that cute laugh of hers. Mrs. Jones is laughing now, no longer upset. Her face marks concern as she looks up at us and studies Ana.
"I'm okay," Ana replies Mrs. Jones' unspoken question.
"I'm glad. You gave me such a fright."
Anastasia smiles and apologizes.
Ana and I look at Phoebe and raise our eyebrows.
Ana puts her hands on her hips. "Hey little missy, what do you think you're still doing up?"
Phoebe giggles and tries to hide under the coffee table.
"Oh, no you don't." Ana manages to pull her out and Phoebe squeals. I shake my head at my daughter.
Cheeky little thing she is.
Ana picks up Phoebe and we both say good-night to Mrs. Jones as we leave.
Upstairs, we tuck Phoebe into her cot, make sure the cot rail is locked properly, and both kiss her forehead.
"Good night, my little one," Ana whispers and Phoebe smiles.
"Good night, Momma." She reaches up for a kiss on the cheek.
"Good night, darling," I say, smiling. Then I gaze at her warily. "No more coming out. Sleep. You don't want me to catch you out of bed again."
Phoebe nods, looking down. "Sowwy."
Ana and I both smile and I kiss her head.
"Good night, Momma, Daddy."
We switch her dancing nightlight on with music, like Theodore's, and close her bedroom door.
We each let out a sigh of relief simultaneously and laugh. As I stare at her, burning with desire, she gives me a knowing smile.
"What?" she asks innocently.
I pin her with my dark predatory stare.
"Come," I take her hand and lead her down the hallway. "Bed."
Ana giggles and sashays into the room in front of me, waving her hips from side to side. On the way, she undoes my t-shirt from her and drops it onto the floor. I gasp and stop in the doorway.
oOoOoOo
She is wearing the fucking sexiest, black and lacy lingerie outfit I've ever seen.
My cock twitches in response.
Holy fuck.
It looks fairly new. I haven't seen her in it, for sure, new or not.
My eyes are wide, my mouth is open, and I almost drool at the sight. I stand frozen, goggling at her as she spins in a slow circle so I get every view of her and stops to face me.
Anastasia cocks her head at me bashfully.
"What's wrong, Mr. Grey?" she asks sweetly.
I glare at her, desire written clearly on my face. No, we can't have sex tonight.
"Don't play games with me, Mrs. Grey." My voice is husky.
"Me? Play games?" She laughs harmoniously. "Never."
Her smug smile is God damn erotic.
And she bites her lip.
I suck in a breath and close our bedroom door quickly, locking it.
"You are so in trouble," I say, my mouth set in a grim line.
Ana looks at me with a slight frown, taken aback.
"What did I do?"
I raise my eyebrows. "For one, you are teasing me in that fucking sexy outfit of yours. Two, you have rolled your eyes at me and bit your lip countless times this week and avoided letting me punish you for it in every cheeky way of yours. And lastly, you were missing for over eight hours and I was in hell, thinking you were dead. I told you to use security, Ana, but you refused. You know, Taylor is mad at you, too."
Ana stares at me, shock, regret and sadness written across her face.
"I-I'm sorry. I wanted to drive my r8 alone." She frowns, gnawing on her lip once more. "I didn't expect that event to happen…"
I couldn't stay mad at her for long, especially when she was acting the way she was in that Goddamn outfit. I shake my head and smile.
"I only need one thing to feel better."
Ana shifts, tightening her thighs and bites her lip yet again.
I feel my cock jerk in anticipation again and that's my undoing.
Enough.
My desire reaches its peak and I rush to her, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. She gets over her surprise and responds, wrapping her arms around me. I pull away from her only to undo the many obstacles of lace and zips to get that damn thing off of her. Both our breathing accelerates and I groan internally when the outfit drops to the floor and her naked form stares back at me.
She is glorious to look at.
"You look mighty fine, Mrs. Grey," I breathe, my voice raw with clear lust. I trail kisses along her jaw and stroke her sides, smiling at her moaning.
Suddenly, Anastasia walks towards the bed and I get a view of her marvellous bare back and behind.
I want to make her behind pink…so bad…
Grey! Watch it. Stow your twitching palms.
Ana sighs. "I know you want to spank me," she whispers over her shoulder, taking me by surprise. She smiles and bends down over the bed, her bare, perfectly-round arse in the air, facing me. "Here."
Oh my God, she's letting me!
I stare at her behind for a while and I am momentarily stunned. She always lets me do it to her, but never straight-out asks for it. No, no, no, she needs to heal!
"Ana, with your cuts, I may hurt –"
"They're not on my butt though. It'll be fine," she reassures me. "Besides, you've wanted to punish me for ages."
God, yes I have.
No, get a grip, Grey!
I sigh and pull her up into my arms as I sit on the bed. "Ana, no. Not tonight."
"Why?" she whines.
"Because you need to heal. Surely you're sore?"
She sighs in defeat. "Yes, okay. But I wanted to –"
I put a finger on her lips to silent her. "Shh, I promise we'll make love once you are healed. Okay? I'm just going to hurt you and possibly cause more bruises. Some cuts are pretty deep."
"But –"
"Ana, please. You look exhausted, I'm exhausted; let's just get some sleep. As much as I'd love to spank and fuck you, you need rest." I steal a kiss and smile at her. She smiles back and agreeing, crawls under the covers. I follow her, tucking us both in and pulling her close to me, careful not to touch her wounds. That's when I realise we're naked.
No – too tempting.
I jump out of bed and Ana sits up, confused.
"We need to get dressed – you naked is doing things to me." My eyes are ablaze and she smirks and looks between my legs at my stiff erection.
"Mmm, I can see that." She gets out of bed and walks over to our walk-in-wardrobe, moving her arse side to side as she goes. She's doing that on purpose.
Fuck. That arse.
I shake my head and looking away, walk to our wardrobe, quickly chucking on some tracksuit pants and a loose t-shirt. I chuck the same wear of Ana's over to her, and she catches it with a smile. She ever so slowly – trying my patience and turning me on even more – gets dressed before heading back into bed. I follow her and tuck us in once more. Turning off the bedside table lamp, we settle down. I lean down under the covers and press a kiss to her slightly protruding stomach. I hear Ana gasp. Then I pull my head back out from the covers and grin at her before stealing her mouth into a deep kiss.
"Sweet dreams, Anastasia."
"You too, Christian. I love you," she whispers.
I smile. "I love you, too."
