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Scorching, blistering summer heat. That's what I woke up to in the middle of June.
Saturday, June 21st, 2008 to be exact.
The very day I was to be married.
Rolling over I run my hand over the mass of mahogany locks tumbling over the slim figure lying in my bed right beside me.
Porcelain skin as fine as a china doll adorned the little nymphet snoring softly with a small smile etched upon her perfect mouth, looking as if it had been painted pink.
I'd never seen anything more . . . perfect. She was perfect. From her head full of beautiful hair right down to the tips of her toes. I'd never had been a foot man, but the little morsel could easily change that. One taste of her and she had changed everything.
Even her skin tasted sweet.
Sitting up I run my hands through my unruly and damp copper locks before dragging my hands down my sweat covered face, tracing my fingers along my jawline feeling the scruff that's grown since the previous morning.
She didn't like it.
Tossing the sheets to the side, I stand and stretch before walking into the bathroom.
Stone. I had been buried deep inside that little nymph until nearly six and still, I was hard as stone.
Shaking my head, I wash my hands before heading into my closet. I dress in a pair of dark blue shorts and a soft white t-shirt before adorning my favorite Nike's and grabbing my iPod off the dresser.
With one last glance I debate on crawling back into bed, right between the legs of that little nymph, but shake my head. I couldn't. Not again. She was too much of a temptation. Too much of a high risk.
Stepping out into the living room I find Taylor already waiting.
"Sir."
"Taylor. Any updates overnight? Like why it feels like a fucking sauna in here?"
"Well as you can tell, the air is not working. I have someone on route. They should be here within two hours."
"It's fucking miserable," I growl. "Get it fixed. Fast. Anything else?"
"Your brother made it home in one piece and will be here at one, along with your father, her father, and your grandfather."
"And the ladies?"
"They are scheduled to arrive at the hotel restaurant around eleven for brunch. Once done they will be driven over to the golf club, followed by hair and makeup provided by Escalva in the bridal suite."
"The rings?"
"In the safe, ready for when your brother arrives."
"Good." I pause and Taylor looks at me expectantly.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Grey?"
"Her sister ended up staying last night. She was too drunk to be sent home to her mother. Have a change of clothes ready for her. And breakfast delivered for us once I've showered."
"I'm sure Mrs. Jones would be happy to round something up, Sir."
"Very well."
We step into the elevator and Taylor begins tapping away on his phone as I press the button for the lobby.
As we step outside a few minutes later, I'm met by blistering heat. I was looking for some relief from the humidity inside, only to find it's worse.
Sticking my earbuds in, I take off on one of my usual routes with Taylor close behind.
As my feet pound against the pavement, I think back to the very first time I laid my eyes on her.
Sitting in the car I watch through the tinted windows as she waltz's up to the door in her six inch stilettos. She was a spitfire. A taste of rain after a six month drought.
Halfway up the sidewalk a tiny little brunette bounds down the side of the house and halfway across the yard with a scowl wretched across her face.
I should have known with how beautiful she was that her younger sister would be just as gorgeous. But I never gathered that she would be the hurricane.
"What are you doing here?"
The six inch stilettos crunch against the gravel as she turns, hands on her slim hips.
"I should be asking you that question. I thought you were at school?"
"I'm home for the weekend but that is besides the point. What are you doing here? And how in the fuck are you wearing Christian Louboutins? I know mom buys you everything but even you aren't that spoiled."
She glances at the car and I take a deep breath before cracking open the door and stepping out.
Standing tall, I button my jacket as I make my way over to the girls.
As I take in her sister I have to control my gaze of wonder.
There would never be a creature so beautiful on Earth. It just couldn't be.
Petite but with curves that are hidden beneath her denim shorts and dark gray, nearly black t-shirt, complete with a snarky look upon her face.
She's perfection. Her heart shaped face is pure porcelain, not a blemish in sight. Perfect cheekbones accentuate her face with the smallest of dimples. A small, straight nose with a dainty, almost elvish tip, makes her look as if she belongs in some fairytale. Her lips and turned into the perfect pink pout, but it's her eyes that truly captivate me.
They're a steel blue with small specks of green and gray in the shining sun. They're so stunning that I nearly forget to blink.
When I do, I find she's also studying me. She offers me an impish grin and bats her dark lashes coquettishly, all the while tucking her mahogany hair back behind her ear.
Fuck, even her dainty pixie ears are perfect.
"Christian, this is my little sister. Sis, this is my fiancé."
I offer the small beauty a rare smile as I stick out my hand in greeting.
"Christian Grey, and you are?"
"Anastasia Steele.
"Oh my God! It's Christian Grey!"
I hear the screech of girls as my music switches over, effectively knocking me out of my pleasant daydream.
Looking over my shoulder, Taylor gives me a knowing look and just like that we're heading back to the ivory tower that is Escala.
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When we enter the lobby of Escala my body is dripping with sweat.
Stepping into the elevator with Taylor as my shadow, I quickly enter the code for the penthouse.
"Mrs. Jones said she's more than happy to fix you breakfast rather than ordering out."
"Good. Any word on the air conditioning?"
"They are on route and will be here within the hour."
"Fucking finally," I growl as I step off the elevator and head towards the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I bask in the cool air for a moment before reaching in and pulling out a bottle of water.
I down half of it before turning and finding Mrs. Jones walking in.
"Good morning Mr. Grey."
"Mrs. Jones."
"Your usual egg white omelette?"
"Yes, please."
"Are the usual pancakes and bacon okay for your guest?"
I blink in surprise and she shrugs somewhat sheepishly.
"I was in the laundry room when you came in last night. Clothes are in the wash and an outfit has already been delivered. It's hanging in your closet, Sir."
My brow furrows as I stare her down and clench the bottle of water in my hand tightly, causing it to make that god awful plastic crunching-pop sound.
"Mr. Grey, may I remind you. I signed an NDA when I began to work for you, and you alone."
I take a deep breath and nod.
"I take it this wasn't yet mentioned to Taylor?"
She purses her lips and shakes her head.
"No, however I don't like keeping things from him. And as your head of security it's important that he's informed."
"Well, I'm off to shower. You may inform your boyfriend yourself."
Mrs. Jones eyes widen and she has the grace to blush.
"Mr. Grey, I-"
"There's a no fraternization policy at Grey House. Not here," I wink as I turn on my heel and walk away. Leaving a gaping Mrs. Jones to make breakfast.
I had notice the chemistry between Gail Jones and Jason Taylor from the first morning they worked together.
Their relationship never bothered with either of their jobs and to be honest, it was refreshing to see two people so in love.
Besides, it was easier. This way neither of them had a reason to bring strange people around and as a bonus, I never had to worry about two of the best people I had on my payroll leaving.
They were in love with one another and had no prospects for future children, so this way there was absolutely no chance of them leaving me with no staff.
It was pure bliss.
Grinning to myself I step into my bedroom that was quickly becoming a sauna.
Finding the little morsel left in my bed laying atop of the sheets, bare as the day she was born, I grin.
The possibilities with this one were sublime. Taking in her form, I notice a little rope burn left upon one of her delicate wrists and frown.
Quickly I shoot a text off to Taylor with a few more instructions for the morning, before downing the rest of my water and tossing it in the trash.
Sauntering over I carefully trace the muscles along her back, stopping only when I reach her smooth bottom. Ever so carefully, I give one cheek a firm squeeze, causing her to stir.
With a sleepy grin she gazes at me for a few moments before sitting up, putting her weight on her elbows.
"Good morning, Mr. Grey," she murmurs, smacking her lips.
"And what a beautiful morning it is."
"You're all hot and sweaty," she breathes.
"Yes, it appears so. Yet, so are you. I thought I would cool off with a shower while we wait for the air conditioning to be fixed. How does that sound?"
"It sounds like you only wish to get me dirty again, Mr. Grey."
"You may be right, Little One."
She practically hums as she drags her lip between her teeth and I can't help but grin at her as I take the opportunity to slide my fingers through her slick folds.
"Do you like it when I call you Little One?"
"Yes, Sir."
I groan and lean down, pressing my lips to her own.
"Well, there's more where that came from," I stand and offer her my hand with a smirk. "Come."
I couldn't wait to be buried in her slick heat once more.
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We're sitting at the breakfast bar devouring our meal when Taylor steps into the room.
"Sir, your brother is on his way up."
I steal a glance into the steel blue eyes of my little nymph and offer a shrug.
"Let him know we're both in here."
"Of course, Mr. Grey."
A moment later Elliot saunters in looking far too merry for a man who was drunk out of his mind nearly six hours before.
"If it isn't the man of the hour," he grins before placing a swift kiss on a porcelain cheek. "And what brings you here this morning little lady? I mean, I'll never tell that you weren't where you were supposed to be last night, but curious minds would like to know."
I lift my cup of coffee to my lips and take a long sip.
"I had too much to drink last night," she shrugs. "Besides, I wasn't invited along this morning."
I pause as I go to set my mug down.
"Excuse me?"
"She didn't invite me along," she shrugs. "I'm not part of the wedding party so . . ." She trails off with a lost sort of look.
"But you were at the Bachelorette party last weekend," I point out.
"Only at the insistence of Mia."
I frown before throwing a glance at my brother who looks equally as confused.
"Wait, so she invited Kate along and not you?"
She nods, her mass of waves bouncing with the motion.
"Your mother didn't say anything to her about not inviting you?"
"My mother encouraged it," says flippantly with a roll of her eyes.
I narrow my gaze and clench my jaw at the motion. The littlest of things could get under my skin and that was most definitely one of them.
"Wait, is that why you and Katie ditched them for us last weekend and yet again last night?"
"Oh, you mean besides the fact that you wanted to bone one another?" She smirks.
Elliot's mouth falls open and I shake my head.
"You didn't."
"She was offering and she wasn't nearly as drunk as she was pretending to be," he says before turning towards her. "Besides, you wouldn't have brought her along if it wasn't what she truly wanted."
"Just be careful. It's not like you live close and the two of you both have a tendency to not be serious. Kate needs serious."
"Yeah, I'm not ready for that," he shrugs, "But neither is she. Said so this morning when we showered. Although we agreed to hookup again tonight in honor of the wedding festivities and all. Make it a weeklong thing."
I shake my head at my older brother.
It was a technicality, him being older. If anything I acted as the older brother in whatever relationship we had. We'd never been close and seeing as he didn't much care for my fiancé, it didn't seem as if we ever would be.
"Just please, be careful," She chides.
"I will Banana, but you need to be careful too. You're young and men are pigs."
"I know. I'm sitting with two of them," She snarks.
Elliot laughs and throws me a grin.
"You got the one sister, I think I'm going to snatch this one up Chrissy."
"Watch it, Lelliot."
Those blue eyes roll and she makes to stand.
"As fun as this is, I need to get going so I can decide on getting ready or just not going."
"Wait, you'd seriously not show up?"
She shrugs at Elliot with a nonchalant look upon her face.
"It's not as if she wants me there. Besides, I'd probably end up protesting against the marriage when asked to speak now or forever hold your piece."
I blanch, "What?"
She looks back at me mischievously.
"My sister doesn't deserve you. She's wicked and downright cruel."
"That's not the-"
"Girl you know. Yeah, I got it. But if you'd heard half of what she did to be when I was a teenager, then you'd realize you're marrying a very different girl today. And not different in a turnabout way, but different in a 'I've got this man wrapped around my finger and everyone around us completely fooled,' sort of way."
"I like how mischievous your sister is. It's one of the things that drew me to her."
She tilts her head to her left, the tips of her curls brushing across her waistline.
"She's not mischievous, she's vindictive. Did you know that our treehouse burned down?"
"She mentioned something about it once. Why?"
She sits back down on the barstool and lets out a dry sort of laugh.
"It was set on fire. It wasn't just treehouse. Greg had built a whole loft that connected to the 2nd floor balcony. Which was outside of our bedrooms. It was our own sanctuary and it was the place where she could do whatever she wanted to do.
Boys, parties, drugs. You name it, she did it. And of course, according to Carla, I needed to be more like her. So I was forced to tag along nearly one-hundred percent of the time.
She hated it. She resented me for it and you want to know what she did? She left me sleeping out there after giving me god-knows-what and lit the place up in flames."
"That's not possible," I scoff.
Those steel blue eyes rolls back and she stands with a scowl on her face.
"Of course. I'm lying. That has to be it. I'm going now."
I watch her carry her plate to the sink, and when she goes to move past me, I catch her wrist.
"Call Kate and you can both get ready here. I'll call and have someone sent from the salon. Please?"
"Kate's already at the hotel. But thanks for the offer."
"Then I'll call someone just for you. Taylor is out running an errand, I'll have him pick up whatever you need."
"My dress is at the store. I'm supposed to pick it up from Caroline Acton today."
"Wait, you don't have a matching dress?" Elliot frowns.
"Well . . . I picked out my dress with her at our mothers insistence. It had to be approved by the bride. And it was . . . At least it was at first. I may have chosen a different color than what the bride had envisioned."
"Meaning what exactly?"
"Well she chose blazing red as her theme and she tried to get a dress in a matching color but I argued and managed to choose a softer color. I didn't want to match the bridesmaids and I certainly didn't want to manage to be in a dress that was even brighter. I'm not a fire engine."
Elliot tosses his head back laughing and I can only shake my head.
"I'll make sure Miss Acton delivers the dress here. Along with whatever accessories you may need. Why don't you run along to the library and I'll let you know when she's on her way."
She looks for a moment as if she's going to debate with me, but seems to decide against it.
"Fine. But I'll do my own hair and makeup."
"Nonsense. I'll have Elena send someone from Escalva."
"Of course, one of her slaves," she quips with a curl of her lip.
"I could definitely see Cruella being a slave master," Elliot snickers.
"It makes sense. After all, Escalva does translate to slave."
Elliot's nose wrinkles up in disgust.
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes."
"Why?" He asks, turning towards me. "I mean you have to know being her business partner."
"Silent partner," I argue, glancing to my right where my mischievous little pixie sits upon the barstool.
"And again I ask, why?"
"Something along the lines of women being a slave to beauty. Mom thought it was clever," I offer.
"Of course she did. Mom is naive to the likes of Elena Lincoln."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask defensively.
"Just that the women is a predator in six inch stilettos with a whip attached. Honestly Christian. You have achieved so much by reading people. I don't get how you have let yourself be fooled by that botox Barbie."
"She lent me he money for GEH, Elliot."
"Okay, but only for her own benefit. She got a chain of salons out of it and your name attached. She's like a dairy maid. Milking men for what they are worth. Look at her ex."
"That's enough," I growl. "I'll call Taylor, have the dress and everything else arranged."
She traces her delicate pink tongue along the line of her bottom lip before she sinks her teeth into the plump skin.
"Stop biting your lip." I pause at Elliot's curious look. "You'll make it bleed. I have calls to make. Why don't you enjoy the library while we wait."
She nods and heads off without a glance back and Elliot shakes his head.
"I'm telling you bro, you picked the wrong sister. That is one fine little piece of-"
I whack him upside the head before he can finish his sentence, and pull out my phone, bringing it up to my ear as it rings.
"Taylor."
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"Mr. Grey, it's lovely to see you."
"You as well, Ms. Acton. Have you brought what was needed?" I ask, eyeing the clothing rack that has not one, but eight different garment bags handing from it.
"Well, that's where I've run into a problem." She glances at the beauty at my side and smiles.
"You see, the soon-to-be Mrs. Grey called and made a change to the dress you ordered."
"What kind of change?" She asks wearily.
Instead of answering Caroline Acton pulls one garment bag from the rack and hangs it at the end.
"Now, don't get me wrong. This is a beautiful dress. However, I found it somewhat suspicious for a wedding ceremony."
She pulls the zipper down to reveal a fire engine red dress. One look at my little nymph and I know it's not what she chose.
"T-Th-That's not my dress," she all but whimpers beside me.
"The color theme is red, but not that shade."
"Correct Mr. Grey. The color your fiancé chose is in fact a shade or two darker. She placed the call a few days after the order was made. I informed her that the dress had already been put aside. I decided to keep it that way while also choosing the color she said her sister had decided on."
"Which was?"
"It's a soft color called Dusty Rose. Being as I knew the dress didn't match the wedding party and that the order wasn't changed by the wearer of the dress herself, I found the whole predicament somewhat odd."
"You have the dress I chose?"
"Yes, along with different undergarments and accessories."
She turns towards me and I nod.
"Go with the one you want."
"I don't want to upset my sister and I paid her for the dress already. Against my better judgement, I'll go with the red. It is what she ordered."
With a frown upon my face I shake my head fiercely.
"The entire thing will be charged to the Grey account," I say pointedly to Ms. Acton. "Once she is dressed and the other clothing is picked up, make sure that whatever is not worn this evening is delivered to her apartment where the delivery was originally supposed to go."
"Of course, Mr. Grey," she responds politely.
"Taylor," I call out only for him to appear a moment later. "Assist Ms. Acton with the clothing upstairs to the guest bedroom."
"Of course, Sir. Ma'am?"
Caroline Acton follows Taylor, dragging the rack behind her.
I turn to the little nymph and offer her a smile.
"Wear what you chose for this evening. If there's an argument, it's all on me."
"Thank you, Christian," she murmurs softly.
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A vision wrapped in a dress of what I can only describe as a soft rose descends the stairs before me, and the men in the room take notice.
The A-Line dress is fit for a princess. The bottom is a dusty rose tulle while the top half is covered in a beautiful lace. With a sweetheart neckline, the delicate straps sweep up her slim shoulders and as she turns, cross over her back in six lines. With her creamy white skin, she's a delicate blushing vision.
My dad greets her first, kissing her cheek.
"Darling girl, you look simply beautiful."
"Thank you Mr. Grey," She chirps.
"None of that. I've told you, call me Carrick."
"Carrick," she smiles.
I let Elliot, Gramps, and even Greg greet the little nymph before I steal her away.
"Little One, you are simply a vision."
"Thank you," She flushes.
"I have something for you," I press, reaching into the pocket of my tuxedo, I pull out a blue box.
"What?"
I open the box revealing the Tiffany Enchant Flower bracelet. A mere $28,000 of platinum and diamonds for the girl who had given me her most precious gift.
"Christian you shouldn't have-"
"Your wrist," I instruct.
She offers me her right wrist but I simply shake my head.
"The other, Little One."
She lifts up her wrist and flushes as I pull the bracelet from the Tiffany Blue box.
"As you can see, I simply had too," I reply in reference to the slight rope burn along her alabaster skin.
"Thank you," She murmurs. "It's stunning."
"Not as stunning as you, I'm afraid. But I had to get it for you. A bracelet of flowers for the one delicate flower you chose to gift to me."
She nearly turns scarlet as I reference the gift of her virginity that she bestowed on me just a week before. It had been a complete surprise, but a good one at that.
Which only made me wonder exactly what I was doing today. Why was I walking down the aisle when I had this little nymphette before me? Why, when she was warming my bed just mere hours before?
Because you made a commitment to the woman you're about to spend the rest of your life with.
She's beautiful and knows the ins and outs of society thanks to Elena.
Because you're compatible in the playroom. She can go for hours.
Because you have always followed the rules of monogamy.
Shit.
It had to end.
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"What is so important that you had to talk to me before our wedding? It's bad luck to see the bride!"
"Technically I can't see you," I say from the other side of the door.
"You're impossible."
"I have a question."
"Okay?"
"Your sister-"
"Oh God, what has the tramp done now?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is it?!" She practically screeches.
"The treehouse . . . She claims-"
"That I set it on fire with her inside of it?"
"Yes . . ."
"I didn't," she breathes. "Christian, my sister is unstable. She's ruined every serious relationship I've ever been in. I didn't burn the treehouse down. She did. After a night of drinking and drugs she seduced my boyfriend, and then, after she realized what she had done, she torched the place."
"You're serious?" I ask breathlessly.
Surely, not my little nymph.
"Yes. Thank God they ruled it an accident. And thank God they both got out okay. She was delirious when she lit the place up and managed to trap herself inside."
"So she blames it all on you?"
"Unfortunately, Yes. Moms never believed her and my relationship with my little sister has never been the same. It's a shame. If she had just been honest . . . Maybe she would have said yes to being my Maid of Honor."
"You asked her to be your Maid of Honor?"
"Of course I did! She's my sister. Nothing's more important than family."
I think back to what that little nymph had told me and shake my head in disgust. She was only trying to come between me and my soon-to-be wife. And I had almost fallen for it.
"You're right."
"What brought this on?"
"Just something she said. It's not important."
"One of her coke-fueled rants I'm sure," she scoffs.
I pause, "I'll see you at the end of the aisle?"
"I'll be the one in white."
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"Do you, Christian Trevelyan Grey, take Leila Williams to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
My heart nearly stops at the question but my lips move all on their own.
"I do."
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
She was a woman lost in a sea of tulle, but she was beautiful nonetheless.
Her bourbon eyes sparkle in the light of the ballroom as we greet our guests.
It's a flurry of activity between pictures and before reception drinks. The reception itself is filled with the unnatural heat breezing in through the open doors of the hall in the heart of Seattle. And it's briefly mentioned in speeches from my best man, her maid of honor, our parents, and in the middle of the first dance. And then, during the cutting of our wedding cake.
It was beautiful, but far too elaborate for my own tastes.
Tier upon tier of white buttercream and red roses. Both sugared and real. Inside, a rich red velvet cake.
I sigh at the half-eaten masterpiece of pure sugar and give my mother a warm smile when she looks at me with concern written across her face.
"Christian, why don't you ask your lovely wife's sister for a dance. She hasn't moved a muscle since Elliot and your father gave her a whirl around the dance floor."
"Mother-"
"Christian, please," she says sweetly, in the way only a mother can.
I give her a brief kiss on the cheek before making my way over to the table where the blue-eyed pixie awaits.
"Enjoying the married life?"
I frown at her empty champagne glass and shake my head.
"You're not old enough to be drinking that."
"Oh, please. As if anyone will notice. Not little old me."
"Sir."
I turn to Taylor as he makes his way over.
"Your car will be here within half an hour."
"Alright, then. Let me talk to my bride and we'll get ready to head out."
Taylor nods and makes leave as I glance at her once again.
"Care for one last rendezvous before you're officially a honeymooner?"
"Don't start-"
"One last time?" She asks softly, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.
I feel myself grow incredibly hard at the motion and swallow past the lump in my throat.
Without a word, I turn away from the table and head towards my Mrs. Grey who tosses her arms around my neck with a smile plastered across her face.
The embrace that should be warm, is only stiff as the panic begins to rise in my chest.
"Christian, it's almost time for the garter and flower toss."
I smile at her and place a light kiss on the corner of her mouth before her next words churn my stomach.
"I hope my sister doesn't catch it. She deserves to be alone."
I pull back out of the stiff embrace and smile once more.
"We'll do the toss after I talk with Taylor. Just give me fifteen minutes."
"Okay," she shrugs and turns away, grabbing a new glass of champagne off a passing tray.
I turn and meet the doe eyed beauty across the room before nodding my head towards the hall.
With a grin I grab two champagne flutes off a tray and make my way forward.
Rounding the corner I wait for just a moment before her cascade of mahogany curls rush into my awaiting embrace.
At the taste of her lips, I groan in pleasure before pulling back.
"I know the perfect place," she says, answering my unspoken question.
We stumble into what appears to be an unused coat room - seemingly not required during the blistering heat of June this time around.
The door is barely shut behind us and our champagne is forgotten when I set it down and grasp her by her waist and hoist her up, only to slam her body back into the door.
Adrenaline courses through my veins and in one motion I turn the lock, effectively caging us in as I crash my lips to hers. The small gasp that leaves her lips earns her a deep groan.
My little nymph opens her lips as I tease her with my tongue, whimpering into the kiss as I tighten my hold on her delicate waist.
As I feel the usual spark from the moment we touch, I slide my right hand up her side and into her cascading curls, gripping it in my fist.
I manage to pull myself away from the dainty morsel, gasping for breath. I find her eyes wild and full of lust as my pulse thunders through my ears.
"There's not going to be one last tryst before I'm a honeymooner," I growl and her gaze falls. "Not in this moment, and not when I arrive home. Because you're mine, Little One," I purr. Her breath catches in her throat as she stares up at me in astonishment. From my words or my hard as stone erection throbbing against her core, I'm unsure. "Mine and no one else's."
"You honestly think you have the ability to just keep me to yourself?" She groans, kissing me with insatiable hunger as I moan and grind my erection into her increasingly slick core.
"Yes."
"While you're off fucking your wife you think I'll sit around and be a good girl?" She snarls. "That you'll steal me for yourself?"
"You cannot steal what's willingly given. Besides, I think I already have."
I turn, the little devil in my arms as I stride across the dark room until her fine little ass hits the top of the back counter, leaving the perfect amount of room for her to lean back against the wall.
Our mouths meet again, our tongues fighting for dominance, and our gasps filling the air as I push her slim thighs wide apart and slide between them. Her perfect dress bunches up around her waist and I feel the familiar spark as I slide my hands up her smooth legs - higher and higher until she moans as I tease my fingers over the damp fabric that makes up the front of her silk panties.
"My, my. Someone has made a mess of their panties tonight," I growl into her lips.
"I think the Groom had something to do with that," she moans.
"Well then, I think we should clean this perfect little pussy off now, shouldn't we?"
I hook my fingers into the waist of her panties, tugging and slipping them down and off her ass and past her hips. I pull away from her just long enough to slip them off her dainty heel clad feet, and stuff them into the pocket of my tuxedo before shrugging it off and moving back between her thighs.
She lets out a soft gasp as my grind my erection against her little pussy and I can't help but chuckle.
Once again I grasp her hair in my hand, wrapping it around my fist before tugging her head back making her gasp in surprise. My lips find the exposed skin of her neck and she cries out as I sick and nibble at the fair skin, all while using my other hand to slide between her legs to find her dripping wet and ready.
"So fucking wet," I growl into her skin. "First you made a mess in your pretty little panties like a naughty little girl, and now you're letting your pussy make a fucking dripping mess all over my fingers."
She moans, trembling against me as I take two fingers and roll them over her swollen clit.
"Is this from some other man?" I groan, my voice rumbling. "Is it some other man that has this hot little cunt all slick and ready for her Sir?"
She cries out as my fingers slide into her, curling them deep and stroking her at just the right angle against her front wall. The small action makes her rock her hips into me as her hands grasps at the muscle of my forearms.
"No!" She gasps, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure as she shakes her head. "No, it's not."
"Then tell me, Little One," I purr into her left ear. "Tell me what's gotten this pretty little cunt so messy for Sir?"
"You," she chokes out, panting and morning as I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her slick heat.
"Good girl," I praise.
I pull away from her slim neck and she whimpers in protest until I drop to my knees in front of her. I push her legs far apart and gently blow along the skin of her inner thigh, making her drop her mouth open in utter delight.
I tease my lips over her skin, making her entire body shiver in raw pleasure, heat cording through the air and her veins. She loses herself, her head thrown back and her mouth hanging open, panting as I kiss and suck and nibble my way higher and higher over her soft skin. I hadn't even touched her pussy yet and I could feel that she was practically ready to come at my command.
Finally, I focus on my goal.
She melts as I slowly drag my tongue over her pussy lips, teasing her slick slit until I let the tip of my tongue flick across her swollen clit. She jolts, her entire body thrashing like I've hit her with a whip and her hands slide into my hair, tightly gripping it at the roots.
I groan at the small action and slide my tongue back down before repeating the entire motion over and over again, before swirling my tongue over her engorged clit repeatedly until her hips begin to rock against my mouth, trying her damnedest to fuck my tongue.
I groan into her pussy, gently sucking her clit into my mouth as I tease it with my tongue. Alternating between tiny flicks and running the flat edge of my entire tongue over the engorged little bud.
Then, I move lower. I push my tongue inside her slick heat and begin to slide it in and out, fucking her with my mouth.
As pleasure courses through her body, the muscles of her little cunt begin to tighten and clench and her hips begin to rock off the table and against my body.
I move faster, doubling my efforts as I swirl my tongue, teasing her clit again and again until she begins to melt, clutching at my scalp.
She gasps for air and then suddenly she's tumbling towards the edge, faster than I've ever seen before.
"I-Oh fuck, I'm going to . . . I need to . . . Shit, can I-"
"Come for me, Little One," I growl into her pussy. "Let this fucking pretty little pussy come all over my tongue."
Her scream is silent at first as her climax crashes into her and then it is real. She covers her mouth with the crook of her arm as she moans loudly, screaming with pleasure as I continue to use my tongue to drive her over the edge in an explosion. Her slim hips buck and stiffen against me, her entire body trembling and shaking in pure bliss.
Ever so slowly, I pull away and make quick work of ridding myself of my tie and unbuttoning my shirt.
When her hands drift up I momentarily freeze before she gathers herself and places her dainty hands upon my abdominal muscles.
"Is this okay?" She murmurs.
I manage to rasp out a brief, "Yes."
As her fingers dance over my skin she lets out a small gasp and then a little moan.
Grinning inwardly, I pull at my belt and zipper, letting my pants and boxer-briefs slide down over my hips as I press my mouth to the curve of her neck again.
I feel her pulse race under my ministrations as she used her hands to help push down the elastic of my boxers until my cock springs free and into her hands. My heart jumps at the motion, heat coursing through my entire body as her small fingers curl around my thick length.
"Tell me, Little One," I whisper into her pixie-esque ear. "Did you think about this all day?"
"I-"
She blushes, biting down on her plump bottom lip.
"I'm not asking because I'm angry. This isn't about some Groom fucking the bridesmaid fantasy," I growl, using my lips to tease the skin along the base of her neck, causing her to moan softly.
"No, baby. I'm asking because I want you to know how badly I want this. I want you to know that you'll never compare to anyone else I'll ever have and no one that you ever even think of will compare to what I'm about to give to you. Even if this ends, you'll never be able to come without thinking about me with my cock between your legs. The memories alone will erase the thoughts, the feelings of anything that comes after me, Little One," I purr into her skin.
Pushing my hips forward, I let the thick head of my cock slide against her opening.
"There was only ever one that tried," she says quietly.
"Who?" I snarl.
"The boy . . . Leila's boyfriend."
"Well baby, I'm no boy."
"It wasn't my choice."
Her words make me still, and I stare into her steel-blue eyes and see that she's telling me the Gods honest truth.
Which means my wife lied right before we said our vows.
"His name."
"No. She'll know, Christian. I can't have her knowing that you don't trust her. It doesn't matter. He wasn't you," she whispers feverishly.
"Damn right, he wasn't me. I don't give a damn that he thought he could taint you. Nothing will ever taint you in my eyes. But, I care about what happens after this. There's only going to be one man touching this delectable little body."
I push my hips forward, and when I begin to stretch her open, my cock sliding into her tight little pussy, she grabs only my forearms and moans in pleasure.
"You're mine now, Little One. Mine and mine alone. No other man is going to feel this tight little cunt take him - no one else is going to taste that sweet pussy between your legs."
I push in another inch, groaning deeply to which she responds with a small gasp just as the heat explodes through me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice.
"No one else is going to fill this tight little pussy up with every inch of their steel hard cock," I ground out through clenched teeth.
I dive in, and she screams into my chest as I slide every single inch of my thickness deep inside her heat, until my heavy balls rest against her delectable ass.
I hold her tight as her body shakes in pleasure and her fingers dig into my arms, leaving claw marks as she pants against my chest and steadies herself.
"You're mine," I whisper heatedly. "Not just here, not just today or in this moment. You're mine for always."
"All yours," she gasps as I cover her mouth with my own.
Slowly, I slide my cock out, making her whine in protest as her legs wrap around my waist, trying to pull me back into her tempting warmth. I groan, letting my cock tease her as I leave just the swollen head inside.
"No boyfriends. No Doms. No other men," I growl. "You're going to be my submissive. Mine to play with as I please."
"They'll - oh God," she cries out as I continue to drive into her, filling her to the hilt so that her back arches as the heat and pleasure wreaks havoc on her body. "They'll find out and say we can't-"
"Baby," I kiss her slowly. "I'll tear the world apart in order to have you. No one will know that you're mine."
I drive into her again and her hands claw at my skin as I crush my lips to hers. I slide my hands down to her fine ass, grabbing her and possessively pulling her against me as I drive my cock in and out of her tight, slick pussy. I could feel my muscles coil against her, her clit grinding into the base of my cock every time I thrust into her.
I bring a hand up around her back and quickly slide her zipper down her back before reaching back around and pulling the fabric over her shoulders and down her arms, effectively freeing her breasts and binding her arms.
She hugs me close, her legs wrapped around my waist as her pink, achingly beautiful nipples drag across my chest, eliciting a moan from me.
I pick up the pace, my right hand cupping her jaw and my left holding her ass firmly as I drive my thickness in and out of her gushingly eager pussy. I can hear the wet sounds of our bodies coming together again and again, and the feminine sounds of her moans in my ear has me gasping and growling as I stumble towards the edge all over again.
"I know you want to come for me, Little Girl," I breath against her lips. "I know that there is not a single soul alive who can make you this fucking wet. I know that no one can fill you up like my cock can."
She whimpers, panting against him as my filthy words wash over her soul, and I use my thick cock to fuck her tight little pussy with deep, even strokes.
"I know you're dying to again know what it feels like when your Dom makes your little cunt come so good. I know you want to know what it feels like to come with my cock filling you up like you've never been before."
Because this time, I had forgotten the condom. I had never in my life forgotten one before. But her pussy is like heroin.
"Oh fuck, I'm . . . I'm . . ." She gasps, my cock driving into her again and again and again and again and again, fucking her as hard and deep as I possibly can, wanting to make her scream as loud as she could in pleasure.
"Come for my cock, Little Girl," I purr. "I want that sweet sweet cream of yours dripping down my balls. I want to feel this pretty little pussy come for me, and then I'm going to empty my balls for you." I breath. "I'm going to give your greedy little pussy every drop of my cum, and when you walk back out there, I want it dripping down your thighs. When you walk back out there, people are going to know that you've been claimed by a man. They're going to know you belong to me.
Elliot or any other man who looks at you and sees the way you walk or sees the glow upon your cheeks and behind your eyes will know that another man has claimed you."
I thrust into her, my thick cock stretching her wide and filling her deep.
"So come for me, beautiful girl," I groan, kissing her hungrily as I feel my muscles clench and my cock swell, her pussy clenching around me.
"Be a good girl for your Sir and come all over my big fat cock," I hiss.
She explodes.
She screams into my mouth as she and I erupt in sync, heat and pleasure crashing over us. She clings to me, her nails leaving marks across my arms as I kiss her fiercely and bury my cock to the hilt inside of her. I feel my cock throb and pulse inside of her warmth, and she moans as my hot thick cum spurts deeply against her womb.
She cries out, kissing me madly as our bodies crash together, both of us coming and panting together. Her pussy throbs around my member as she writhes against me. Slowly, I begin to kiss her, deepening it as we go on and stealing her breath as she pants against my lips.
"All mine," I whisper, feeling my heart soar as she clings to be and mewls softly, kissing me fiercely.
"All yours, Sir," she whispers back, making me grin as I kiss her one last time.
Quickly, I help her straighten up before dressing myself.
"I have to go."
"I know," she murmurs, her eyes doe-like and still hazy with lust.
"I will send Reynolds for emergency contraceptive. And I will e-mail you as soon as I land, Little One."
"You will?"
"Yes," I murmur, running my thumb across her jaw. "And when I get back, we will continue this where we left off. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
She watches me as I adjust my tie and her lips part, "What you said before-"
"What I said before, I meant," I say firmly. "I meant all of it. I will have you as my Submissive. That is, unless you don't think you can handle the pressure."
She snorts, biting her lip and rolling her eyes before reaching up to kiss me again.
I never wanted to not be kissing her delectable lips.
"My family - our families-"
"We'll work it out and no one will ever know. That includes Kate and Elliot."
"They'll be suspicious."
"We'll be sneakier. Look at us now."
"Fair point well made, Mr. Grey."
"We should get back out there," I say gently.
"Yeah," She murmurs. "We should."
I watch as she straightens her dress once more and I choose to reach out to pull her cascading curls back over her shoulder.
"Did I tell you just how beautiful you looked this evening?"
"I think you may have mentioned it."
"Well, let me say it again. You look simply beautiful this evening, Little One," I murmur and as if on cue, she blushes. "Now would you prefer to slip away first? Or should I?"
"You go," she urges. "Find Leila and let her toss her bouquet and I guess you get to toss the garter."
"Little One-"
"Don't," she says sharply, holding her hand up. "Don't apologize. I knew what I was getting into when I crawled into your bed, Christian. I can live with it for now."
"I'm going to slip out and I'll see you in a month."
She bites down of her lip and nods in understanding.
Reaching for the door, I glance back and watch her twist her hands together as she looks down at the floor.
I don't offer her anymore words of encouragement, instead I slip out the door and shut it softly behind me. Glancing up and down the hall I find it clear and make my way back to the reception.
I'd have to talk to her in depth when I arrived back to Seattle. She had to know I couldn't offer her hearts and flowers. Hell, I didn't even offer them to Leila. She had been convenient and with Elena's advice in hand, I had chosen to make the Submissive that could keep up with me a permanent fixture in my life.
Had I been wrong?
No, I was a good judge of character. It's how I had become a billionaire at such a young age.
Although, it had come with a price. Things between me and my father were still tense. Even more so when I had announced my engagement. He hadn't taken to Leila. But it seemed he was smitten by her sister.
It seemed as if my little nymphette could charm just about anyone.
"There you are! Ready for the garter toss?" Leila grins, batting her eyes at me.
I nod and watch as a chair is brought to the middle of the dance floor.
Leila sits and I offer her a rare smile before kneeling before her and making my way up her dress. I pull the blue band down her leg and off her Christian Louboutin pointed toe, twirling the fabric around my finger.
Leaning forward she offers me a kiss.
"A girl could get used to this."
I snarl at the innuendo, "Don't even think about it."
She masks her disappointment, but I see the fury within her eyes as I stand. I glance around the room and watch the tangle of men gather around.
With one glance back, I turn and toss it back behind me.
The sound of Elliot cheering makes me turn around and I see him holding the blue garter up in the air as my little nymph steps up beside him with a glass of champagne in hand.
Leila moves to stand beside me and calls out.
"Get ready girls! The one who catches it is getting hitched next!"
She turns and I frown when I notice the brunette morsel stay right at my brothers side, not bothering with the bouquet toss.
"One . . . Two . . . Three!"
The bouquet of red roses flies through the air and I watch in astonishment as it makes a perfect landing right into a champagne flute.
Her plump pink pouting lips drop open as everyone around her cheers and her eyes meet mine for a moment before I hear Leila screech and start to move towards her sister.
"I guess you just had to steal the show somehow."
The blue-eyed angel rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she purses her lips.
"I didn't reach for it, Leigh. It's not like I set out to take it from you or from anyone else."
"Of course not," she scoffs. "Nice dress you're wearing, I suppose."
"Oh, because it's not the fire engine catastrophe that you tried to trick me into wearing tonight?"
"Oh please, I didn't do anything of the sort. I was with you when you bought that thing."
"Exactly. Which is why it was ready when you called in to change the color," she sighs. "You know what? I give up. Have fun on your honeymoon. I'll see you at Christmas."
"What? No Thanksgiving this year?"
"I rather not spend another holiday with you and mom picking on every little thing I do or say. So no. No Thanksgiving. Hell, I might not even come home for Christmas. I'd rather spend it alone in my apartment than anywhere near you."
She turns on her heel and stalks off just as Taylor appears at my side.
"Mr. Grey, the car is ready."
"Good. Gather up the guests so we can head out."
Ten minutes pass by the time we're sliding into our seats in the backseat of the Audi.
I look out the window as the car begins to pull away and notice my nymphette standing at the back of the crowd with her head down.
"That was exhausting," Leila groans. "At least we never have to do that again."
I nod without a word as I pull out my phone to quickly check my days worth of e-mails just as a message pops up on my screen.
I open it when I read the name and smile to myself at the thought of being buried inside of her a mere half hour ago. What I would give to be there again.
My eyes scan the first message when an attachment pops up and my hold world nearly stops.
I'm already missing you, Sir. My pussy is drenched in your cum and your Little One simply cannot wait until you're again pumping your thick hot creamy cum into my awaiting pussy once you return home.
Yours. X.
Her dress is pushed up around her waist and her pussy is bare except for the fine trimmed hair across her little mound. Her panties are nearly burning a hole in my pocket at the sight. But it's the sight of my cum leaking out of her glistening cunt that nearly sends me over the edge.
Two minutes in and I already couldn't wait to get back from my honeymoon so I could spend the rest of Seattle's hot summer nights buried in my wife's half-sister.
Anastasia Rose Steele was going to be the death of me.
A Note from the Author
Hello Lovelies,
First and foremost, this is my first swim in the world of Fan Fiction meant for the one and only and I hope I've done the FSOG fandom justice. I've been working on it here and there since last July and couldn't bring myself to post. So finally, here it is!
Second, as you can very well see above, both of our Main Characters are slightly OC and will remain so throughout the duration of their love story. But don't worry, I'm strictly about HEA and any Lemons will only feature our favorite two!!
Be on the lookout for the rest of Pretty Big Lies, which is Part I of the Bad Liar Duo.
xoxo, Sara Jo