A/N: There's a lot going on in this chapter- like a lot. Originally the chapter wasn't supposed to be this long but then I woke up this morning to Freed promo pictures and I felt… overly inspired. So ergo this 12 thousand word chapter. Trust me if I cut this where it was supposed to, you'd be pissed. So I figured just to give it to ya all at once!
Enjoy!
CPOV
"You look different." I hear through the phone as I stare at my little sister through the thick plate glass.
"Different how?"
"I don't know… for someone in prison you just look… positive."
"Well, I'm staying positive." And jacking off three times a day will put you in a slightly better mood. Miss Steele's notes have only gotten more graphic and sexual and I can't seem to focus on anything else. It surely passes the time.
"Yes, the 23rd. I spoke with someone from that team… a Miss Steele I think?"
My cock throbs just hearing her name. "You spoke with her?"
"Yes, she's very nice. Pretty too." She narrows her eyes at me. "She the reason you're glowing?"
"I am not glowing, shut up Mia."
She laughs. "Alright alright, well she said there's a really good chance that you will get out."
"And you wonder why I'm happy?"
"I didn't say happy, I said different. I don't know. Just something about you."
"Can we change the subject? Did you tell mom?"
"I did."
"And she said…?" She doesn't say anything, just sighs and I shake my head. Of course. "Will she even be there for the hearing?"
"I don't know, Christian… but I'll be there. Do you want me to invite some of the guys-"
"No." I snap. The guys. None of which visited me in jail. Well one, my friend David Wilkerson. He was technically my boss and sort of like a second father. He'd visited a few times. But I didn't want him there… in case things didn't go well. "My mother should fucking be there."
"I know. I hardly talk to her anymore. I just called her to let her know about the hearing."
"And what? She said she didn't give a fuck?"
"Ummm more like "that's nice, dear"." She imitates and I'll be damned if she doesn't sound like Grace Grey Hyde. Hyde. Fucking prick.
"Jack Sr. doesn't bother you, right?"
"No. I talk to him less than mom. I really don't think he knew, Christian."
"I don't buy it."
"Okay, well… when you do get out, please just stay away from him." I smile because my sister's natural response was to say when and not if.
"You don't have to tell me twice."
"I love you big bro." She puts her hand against the glass just as she always does when she visits, and I do the same. "You need anything?"
I shake my head. "Just the 23rd… and good news."
"Three weeks."
"Three weeks." I repeat.
April 23
I thought I was going to be hauled into court immediately from the room in which they got me ready, but I'm being summoned into a small room two hours before my hearing. A smile finds my face when Ana enters the room, but it immediately falls when I see at least four people coming in behind her. One being that fucking Luke. I recognized the other two as well from other meetings we'd had in the past week but to be honest, I only listened to what Ana had to say. She was the smartest of the whole team and I knew above all else, she had my back. Or at least she wanted to see me out of here. The fourth was the lawyer that they'd hired to handle this. I'd known my lawyers were incompetent and so did the entire team, so she'd reached out to one that they had used before.
"Hi." She speaks up first, despite the fact that I know one is her advisor and another is the head of the whole project. "You clean up nice, Mr. Grey." She smiles and I see the look that the other two men give her.
Fix your fucking faces.
"Mr. Grey, so we've been over this a few times, do we need to again?" The lawyer asks.
"I have two advanced degrees, I think I'm good." I nod and Ana giggles. Her advisor shoots her a look and she snaps her lips shut.
Don't let them scare you, blue eyes. Your claws are sharper.
"Well you've got about an hour. But we thought you'd like some normal food."
My mind drifts back to a conversation I'd had with Ana a few weeks back.
"What are you going to eat first when you get out of here?"
I sit back in my chair, letting my mind wander when it hits me. "Probably a steak from this steakhouse near the firm. The cuts are so tender. God, what I wouldn't give for one."
She cocks her head. "What's your favorite kind of steak? The cut I mean."
"Filet obviously."
I'm brought back into the here and now by a familiar smell and a bag in front of me. "Ana, let's leave him." Luke tells her and I want to yell at him to mind his own fucking business but I figure now wasn't the time.
She shoots me a wink and a small wave as she's the last one out of the room leaving me with a filet steak from that steakhouse on Burrow Avenue.
I think I'm in love.
About a half hour later, I see her face peeking through the small window like a small child would if they weren't tall enough to see and then she's inside with me. Alone. Finally.
"You're an angel." I tell her instantly. "Well I already knew that but… thank you. I didn't know I got celebratory meals before there was anything to celebrate."
"Yeah my advisor gave me shit about it, but… they know I like you… probably more than I should."
"And that's okay?"
"Crushes are harmless, I wasn't in here having conjugal visits with you. It's fine." She waves her hand and I wonder if she's feeling the same type of reaction to the words conjugal visit.
"I'm scared." I tell her, and I hate that I feel this weak. I'm used to being this tough guy. Never showing my hand, my feelings… and this girl makes that all go to hell.
She sits down across from me, and puts her hand in mine. "It's going to be fine."
"And if it's not?"
She sighs. "Then I'll still visit you once a week for the next two years until your next parole hearing."
"None of this would be happening if it weren't for you. I owe you… so much. Everything."
"No.. you don't."
"An orgasm or two at least." I joke, a pathetic attempt to break the tension but she smiles a smile that would make an Atheist believe in God.
"God, I hope more than two?" She quips and I laugh out loud. "Don't be nervous."
"Will I get to see you afterwards either way?"
"Rain or shine."
I nod, understanding what she means. "I don't think my mother is here." I tell her, and I don't know why. Ana had enough of my problems on her plate, let's not add Mommy issues on top of that.
"Mothers can be… complicated." She tells me. "But they always come through in the clutch."
"What does that mean?"
She cocks her head to the side. "What do you think it means?"
And then it hits me. She is here. "Overwhelming Chanel number five?"
"I surprised it's not still on me." She pulls at her blazer and smells it. "I have to go though. They're probably looking for me."
"Thank you, Ana for everything."
"Thank me after… over dinner and…" she bites her bottom lip and gives me a smile before she sashays out of the room, swaying her hips a little bit extra for my benefit.
It's all white noise. A dull roar as soon as the judge bangs the gavel, I don't hear anything. I turn around and Mia is immediately off her feet and jumping up and down. My mother, also on her feet has tears streaming down her face. I feel a hand on my shoulder belonging to my lawyer and I look at him followed by the four people sitting next to them. Including Miss Steele.
The head of the real Dream Team.
I watch as the judge gets up and moves towards his chambers and I still feel like I can't hear anything when Mia bolts for me.
"Oh my God, Oh my God!" She cries as she hugs me tightly. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
She lets me go for a second to hug my lawyer. "And I love you! All of you! Thank you!" She turns back to me. "You're free! You are out of here!" She holds on to me so tight when I feel my mother's hand on my arm.
She doesn't say anything for a brief moment before I feel her arms around me and my sister both rubbing both of our backs as I hear the sobs leave her. "I am so sorry." She cries. "I-"
"Mom." Mia tells her. "Not now."
She nods. "We'll talk." She dabs her eye with the tissue that is always up her sleeve.
"The press is a circus outside." Luke says as he comes from outside of the small courtroom. My eyes find Ana's finally and she's smiling, the tears in her eyes as I pull my sister off of me.
"One sec."
I move towards her and her eyes dart to her colleagues and her advisors before back to me. I hope she can read what my eyes are telling her. I don't give a fuck about them. But I won't take you against this wall like I'm dying to.
"Mr. Grey, congratulations." She smiles as she puts out her hand and I raise an eyebrow at her as I wonder if it's slathered in her cum like it's been on more than one occasion. She shakes her head as if she can read my mind and I grasp her hand.
"Miss Steele." I pull her hand a little closer towards me and before she can protest I have her wrapped in my arms, hugging her tightly. "Thank you." I take a moment to smell her hair, submerging my face in the coconut flavored mass of curls that's been taunting me for. "You have no idea what you mean to me, Ana." I whisper before I let her go. I'm quite surprised our show didn't attract an audience because I don't see anyone looking at us from my peripherals. "We'll be in touch, Miss Steele." I squeeze her hand one final time before I let my lawyer and her advisor whisk me towards the exit. I look back at her one final time and then the doors open to a million flashes and reporters screaming my name.
A POV
It has been one week since Christian Grey's parole hearing
One week since the hearing that changed everything.
One week since Christian was no longer in prison and was set free.
One week since I had seen him.
The thought had always been in the back of my mind, that once he was free I would never speak to him again. The fantasies that we indulged in were just that- mere fantasies. Ones that had no place outside of the prison. They were what Christian needed to stay focused, to keep going, to push forward to April 23rd. He needed incentives to stay strong, and I was happy to provide that. Still, I held onto hope that he'd make good on his promise. To fuck me. I stare at the note on my dresser, just as I do every morning with a longing that I didn't know was possible. I missed him.
I shake my head to rid it of the nonsense. You don't miss him. You don't even know him. You miss the constant stimulation for your spank bank. I roll my eyes at my subconscious. It was true, I hadn't touched myself once since the 23rd. The dirty fantasies that had been playing in my mind on a loop had stopped.
Christian's hand squeezing mine after the hearing was the last time I'd seen him. He had been whisked away for interviews almost instantly. Everyone wanted the scoop. Everyone wanted to hear his side. It was the circus that surrounded his initial case all over again. Despite my involvement with getting him out, I didn't want to be a part of the mayhem. My boss did, so I let him take all the credit as I stayed out of the limelight and watched the man I'd grown to care about from across the room. He commanded it well. The thong I was wearing that day didn't stand a chance against the arousal that flowed out of me as I watched him.
All I wanted was for Christian to whisk me off somewhere private to have his filthy way with me. It didn't happen.
Now it was a week later and I hadn't heard from him. I know that his sister took him back to his place that night. She had been subleasing his place for him as she took over his mortgage when he went to prison. It was a gorgeous place, from the pictures I'd seen. Small yet of a respectable size for a man that lived alone. I knew where the townhouse was but- what was I supposed to do? Show up in a trench coat with nothing underneath as a grand gesture? He had my information, if he wanted to reach out he would.
Unless he was waiting for me to do the same? I was constantly at battle with myself wondering if I should just show up at his place- under polite and innocent circumstances of course.
I just wanted to drop in to make sure that you were doing well? Getting re-acclimated with your life?
How's the public transportation thing going? Christian's license had expired while he was in prison, and he needed to have it reinstated. Often times, there is a time limit that felons have to wait before re-applying but we had that waived in the hearing. But more than likely it hasn't happened as quickly as the past week.
I brought you- cookies? I would giggle to myself. No silly, real cookies! As I hold up a tray of freshly baked cookies.
I shake my head. Ana get a fucking grip!
It all went back to my thoughts that maybe the fantasy was fun before, but now that the opportunity is there, the forbidden tryst of prisoner and not prisoner? doesn't feel quite so forbidden. I know he doesn't have the same number as before, and he's certainly not using his prison email, which is how I contacted him before. I'd advised him to change all of his information. Stupid me for not making him tell me what he was changing them to.
I begin to rub the lotion into my freshly showered body, only a towel covers my torso, matching the one woven throughout my hair. I hear a knock at the door and I peek my head out of my bathroom towards the stairs.
"Kate?" I call for her, as I turn my head towards her door. I thought she was gone for the day? Something about a bar crawl. I drop the towel to the ground and throw on my fluffy robe that is much more appropriate for answering the door. I move down the stairs just as I hear another knock. I open the door, the wind almost knocked out of me when I see him standing in front of my door looking even more delicious than a week earlier.
His beard was gone, as if he'd shaved a few days ago, and the stubble he's sporting is unbelievably sexy. His hair seems like it's been cut to a more appropriate length as only a bit of it peeks out beneath a hat he has pulled low over his eyes. He is wearing a black leather jacket over a grey shirt and dark denim jeans. No more orange.
I finally make it to his eyes and they are shooting daggers at me. What did I do?
I realize I should probably say something so I go with the only thing I can think of. "Hi."
"You didn't even fucking look. I could have been anyone." He walks by me as if he doesn't need an invitation to enter as I close the door behind him.
"It's a good neighborhood. And it's 10 in the morning." I tell him. "Speaking of, haven't you heard that it's not polite to show up unannounced at someone's home before noon? Lose your manners in prison?" I snip and I have no idea where it came from. Shut up Ana, if he showed up at 4 in the morning, you'd let him in.
He takes a minute to look around my living room before turning back to me. "Don't get smart with me, my hands are… free."
"I'm not afraid of you." I tell him, and I'm not. But should I be? Was my smart mouth and our flirty banter fueled by the fact that his arms were always restrained? Ex-cons were notorious for developing a temper in prison. The smallest thing can set them off.
Christian would never hurt me.
You don't even know him!
He stalks towards me as I continue this argument with myself and I try to stand my ground but my feet move backward on their own accord until I'm pressed against my door. "You should be." He looks me over his hands finding my neck and sliding upwards to my face. I feel his breath on my face and I just know he's going to kiss me. Finally!
Instead I feel pressure on my windpipe. Strong hands pressing on my throat. I want to be afraid, the rational part of my brain is telling me to knee him in the groin and push him off of me and run. But the irrational part, the larger part, the erotic part is telling me to push against his hands and allow him to push harder.
"Do. not. Open this door again without looking." He tells me as he lets go of my throat.
"How will you know?" I peep out, my voice slightly strained from having my throat slightly closed off.
"I will know." He lets go of my face and I almost stamp my foot in response and demand him to kiss me so we can end this little cat and mouse game once and for all.
"How do you know where I live?" I watch as he fingers a few of my pictures that are sitting on the mantle. He picks one up of them and stares at the picture. I know which one, my graduation from undergrad.
"You had blonde hair?"
"Uh yeah, once upon a time."
"I like the brown. It suits you."
"Are you going to answer my question?"
"No, because it's insulting. You think I can't figure out where you live?"
"Legally?"
He raises an eyebrow at me and I raise one back. "Christian, you're on thin ice right now, it's called probation. Haven't you ever heard of a little thing called the revolving door? That's not an urban myth. There's a reason why just released convicts find themselves back in prison" I snap my fingers. "Like that."
"I have my ways." He picks up another picture and frowns. "Who's this?"
I know what picture it is. A picture of me and Jose. "A friend of mine."
"Said friend is in love with you."
I roll my eyes. Jose is definitely not in love with me. "Would you like some coffee or something?"
I move into my the kitchen, knowing that I'll need strength to deal with this man when I feel him behind me, boxing me against the counter. "Don't roll your eyes at me."
I feel him pressing against my back. "So many empty threats, Christian Grey." I shake my head and I feel the top of my towel rubbing against what must be his chin as he towers over me. I see his hands come into view and press on the counter, boxing me in completely and then I feel his lips at my ear and his teeth gently nibbling it and my knees go weak.
"They aren't empty."
I'm about to ask him what he means, to elaborate… to say something that clearly states where we stand but he continues, "So this dinner…" he starts. "I fully intended to make good on that promise but you neglected to tell me that I wouldn't be allowed out after 5 pm. I literally turn into a pumpkin when it gets dark." I giggle at his fairy tale reference.
"It's only for six months."
"And I'm supposed to stay away from you for six months?" My face turns to his, as I feel the breath leaving my body in a gust. I'm still in a bathrobe and I swear I can feel the moisture trickling down my thigh. "The paps have been sitting outside of my house all week. You think I didn't want to be here a week ago? I didn't think you'd want me photographed showing up at your house."
He did want to see me! Good thing I didn't just turn up at his house though.
"I think they've given up for now." He continues. "All I've done is gone to the DMV and my sister's house." He groans. "The DMV is truly hell."
"You know for a man that just got out of prison that is a very strong statement." The coffee finishes pouring and I look up at him. "Coffee?"
He shakes his head slowly back and forth. "That's not what I want right now."
I see it in his eyes. You, Ana. He wants you. "Well what… do you want?" I ask shyly.
He eyes me, his gaze raking from my feet to my eyes and then further upwards, reminding me that my wet hair is still up in a towel. "Pancakes."
"Pancakes?" I chuckle. "Well unfortunately this is not an IHOP."
He chuckles as two fingers move through the air and land on the exposed skin around my chest. He traces the skin, before moving further downward, touching my breast bone. "Should we order something then? I assume you probably don't want to be seen in public with me right now."
I frown, hearing him talk that way about himself. He's a free man. Free to do or- date whoever he wants. Is that what you want now Ana? For him to date you? "I suppose I can make some pancakes."
He smiles and steps away from me, allowing me to take my first deep breath since he entered my home. "Go put some clothes on." Not what I wanted to hear. I frown and then I feel his fingers under my chin. "Now."
An hour, a breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs later and Christian and I are sitting at my dining room table, playing what seems to be an aggressive game of footsie under the table. It started innocently enough, my foot grazed his leg. I turned bright red and apologized until a smirk found his face and I found myself grazing it more intentionally. Here it was an hour later, and my feet had found their way into his lap, as we sat while we talked- sort of.
It was mostly us making eyes at each other. "Do you have any plans for the day?" He asks over his glass of orange juice. It was Saturday, and Kate wasn't home. Normally, I'd be spending it on my couch watching television, or curled up in bed with a book. But it was the end of the semester and term papers were due.
"I have a paper due Tuesday so I was going to go to the library in a bit."
He nods. "Well I would hate to interfere with your education."
"It's on you." I tell him. "My paper- I mean."
"Is that so? What about me?"
"The whole process. Everything. What made me… choose your case I guess."
"Choose?"
"Yes." I nod. "All of the second years present a proposal to the third years on the potential project of the year."
"You picked me."
"I picked you."
"You going to tell me why?"
"You know why."
He nods again. "Does anyone know… about you?"
"You do."
"That's it? Not your parents or… a friend? Counselor? Anyone?"
I shake my head. "No."
He runs his tongue over his teeth and leans back in his chair. "I'm sorry it happened to you."
I don't say anything because I don't know what to say. My heart is hammering, and I feel the dull ache between my thighs beginning to sharpen again as I see the look he's giving me. "Come." The one word sets my whole body on fire and I'm out of my chair without hesitation. I stand before him, unsure of what to do when he pulls me into his lap, to straddle him and his hands move up my thighs. I'm wearing leggings, as my house does get somewhat drafty and a loose fitting tank that I wear to yoga. It shows only a hint of cleavage although I know it's a bit torturous for him as it's probably the most amount of skin he's seen in the flesh. Unless…
"Have you been with anyone… since you've been out?" I don't know what possesses me to ask the question. It's like there has been a brain to mouth malfunction.
His eyebrows raise and his hands find his mouth as he looks me over. "What if I said yes? Told you I needed something to take the edge off so that I had a chance of lasting longer than five seconds once I got inside of this pretty graduate student that I'm going to fuck?" He's going to fuck me. FINALLY some god damn confirmation. I shake my head as I circle back to the first part of his statement. He fucked someone else?
"Did you?"
He chuckles and brings my hands to his mouth rubbing his lips over them gently. "No, blue eyes."
"Did you bring condoms?"
"No." He says simply and my eyes widen.
"Well that's awfully presumptuous of you for you to think that I just have them on hand."
He smiles. "It pleases me that you don't have them on hand. It means no one is touching you." He growls. "At least I hope."
"I'm sure my roommate has some." Kate definitely did and I knew where to find them.
He lifts me gently, to pull a piece of paper out of his back pocket and hands it to me. The folded piece of paper sits between his fingertips and I pull it slowly and unfold it. My eyes flit to his and then back to the paper. "You're free from all sexually transmitted infections and diseases."
"It is a part of my release from prison process. I thought you might like to know."
"I don't have-"
"I want to feel every inch of you Anastasia." He tells me and I let out a breath knowing that what I'm about to tell him is going to put the kibosh on this whole seduction scene.
"I'm not on the pill." I tell him, simply and his hands that have been slowly inching between my legs stop.
His eyes rake over me salaciously as if he has some master plan that I'm not a part of. "So?" He says and despite the spike in my heart rate, I shake my head. Why am I so turned on at the idea of carrying this man's child. Ana snap out of it and get off his lap. His cock is pressing upwards, nestled perfectly between your legs and it's clearly fucking with your brain!
"So?" I finally squeak out.
"Fine, I suppose knocking you up wouldn't be ideal. Get yourself on the pill, because this is not a one time thing."
"And if I just want a… one time thing?"
He shifts in his seat and the hardness of his jeans bumps my clit through my leggings. Fuck. The whimper escapes me as I try and mask it with clearing my throat. But he knows.
"Is that what you want?"
"I'm not sure what I want…"
His hand reaches up and grabs my jaw gently, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my lips and I wish to God his thumb was running over a different set of lips. "I think once I have a taste, I won't ever want to stop. And you'll be powerless in my quest in taking you when I want."
It sounded dark. Dangerous. Sinful.
I wanted it.
"I don't think I'll ever want you to stop." I say softly, his thumb pushing gently inside of my mouth. He presses the pad of his thumb over my teeth and I bite down gently before I close my mouth around his finger, sucking him slowly, letting my tongue trace his finger.
He licks his lips letting an inaudible fuck fall from them and then I feel him moving, coming closer to me. His finger moves from my mouth and it's replaced with his tongue. It all happens so fast that it takes a moment to register that his lips are on mine.
Fuck! I'm kissing him, fucking finally!
He groans into my mouth as our tongues find a steady rhythm.
One lick.
Two licks.
Three licks.
BITE.
I moan, feeling my lip between his teeth. He lets it go and runs his tongue over the place where his teeth had trapped my slick skin. "I told you I was going to bite this lip." My eyes flutter open, hearing his words and when I open them his grey eyes are staring at me as if he's trying to memorize every inch of my face. My lip finds it's way between my teeth and he smiles. "Should you raid your roommates stash?"
I blink my eyes a few times as I contemplate the words, before I spit them out. "Don't cum inside of me."
He smiles. "For now."
I don't know what I had in mind for my first time with Christian. My first time in months to be honest. But I certainly never pictured it on my fucking table, as leftover syrup made it's way into my freshly washed hair. The second the word now left his lips, he'd pushed me hard onto the table and ripped my leggings off.
Which is how we ended up here, me lying flat on my back, my legs wrapped around Christian's face as he eats me like the starving man he said he was. My hands find his hair and I dig my nails into scalp. I'm seconds from letting go when he stops. I feel air hitting my sex that previously had his mouth all over it and I groan at the loss of contact. I look up, my eyes taking a second to focus as he sits back in his chair. "Get on all fours."
"On my table?" I croak out.
"Yes."
I turn over, my ass in the air when I hear him groan and his fingernails on my ass. "Fuck. I want to do so much to you."
I bite my lip. "Do all of it." I manage to whimper out just in time to feel his teeth sinking into my ass. I yelp, as it hurts a bit more than I thought it would when he told me he wanted to bite me, but then I feel his tongue soothing the skin and then lower, stroking my clit with his tongue. I feel goosebumps everywhere, I feel like I'd stuck my finger in a light socket and every single one of my nerves were standing on end. I curl my toes, and try my best to anchor myself to the table when I feel like I'm seconds from floating away. My eyes flutter shut as he continues his reckless assault on my pussy. He pulls away for a second and I cry out at how close I was when I feel wetness between my cheeks and then his finger spreading the moisture around my rosebud. Holy shit.
I don't even have the words as I feel like my mind has been wiped clean from everything I've ever known. All I know is this gorgeous man that's giving me pleasure that I couldn't even fathom in even my most dirty fantasies. His tongue returns to the apex of my thighs as his finger continues to probe my asshole mercilessly. I'm so close I can taste it.
I don't think I've ever been this wet. His mouth and my sex creating a noise that I'd never heard before. It was loud, wet, aggressive. Delicious. He's eating me the way I imagine one eats ice cream on a hot day. Quick deliberate strokes, the wetness dribbling down their chin. It's almost as if he's drinking me.
That's how wet I feel. I'd be humiliated if I wasn't so turned the fuck on.
My hands have curled into fists, my knuckles dragging against the hardness of the table. It hurts but I can't bring myself to unclench my fists. I'm wound so tight that I know the second I release, I'm going to shatter spectacularly into a million pieces. I open my eyes and I'm not shocked that my vision is blurry as I can feel the tears welling in my eyes as my body tries to accept the pleasure he's giving me.
I'm going to come… harder than I ever have in my life.
It's right… there. And then it comes. Hard. "Fuck!" I scream as I push my body back harder onto his face. "Don't stop." I whimper and I feel his other hand gripping my ass hard as the aftershocks move through me.
"Christian!" I cry out and even when the orgasm wanes I feel his mouth there, still. Leaving me lazy kisses, his tongue rubbing long, languid strokes against my folds. I try to move away from him but he grabs my hips, keeping me in place as he begins to work me over again.
"Wait…" I whine, knowing that my body couldn't handle the exertion of another orgasm.
"No." He growls and I feel it through every part of my body.
"Please."
"You didn't tell me you were a fucking squirter."
The truth was no man has ever gotten me to squirt before and I'd only managed it once or twice with my vibrator. Fuck. "I am soaked in your fucking cum." He says slowly, as if he's tasting the words as they leave his lips.
"Shit." I whimper, suddenly embarrassed as I am still on display for him. "Let me get you a towel." I try to move and sure enough, I feel his hand on my back.
"Stop. moving."
I turn to look at him and it's true, his face was glistening with my arousal from his nose down. Jesus Christ. I close my eyes tightly trying to commit the visual to memory when I'm being pulled back into his lap. I try to clench to keep my juices from leaking out onto him but it all goes to hell when I feel his lips on mine again. The taste of my pussy mixed with the pancakes he'd eaten creating a sensual taste. "You taste sweeter than the syrup." He groans into my mouth.
I rub my fingers down his jaw, feeling the wet substance of my arousal underneath my tips. "I think- I think I need another shower."
"I think I need one too." He agrees.
The idea of the shower was quickly forgotten as soon as I remembered Kate's massive tub in her bathroom. I didn't even think before I pulled him in there with me and closed the door. I was still naked from the waist down and he was fully clothed. His clothes had to go. I turn the water on and watch as the water begins to rise amongst the jasmine scented bubbles.
"What happened to the shower? Are you trying to romance me, Miss Steele?"
I turn away from the tub to face him and I don't miss the way his eyes immediately find my pussy as if they're trained to do so. I push him against the door. "I can't fuck you the way I need to in a shower. You're too tall. I'm too short. My shower is small and I'm not trying to break my neck. Your call."
"A retractable shower head." He says as he eyes look behind me. "We can do something with that."
I smile devilishly knowing that my pussy is going to be thoroughly taken care of after my visit to this bathtub as I pull my tank over my head, leaving me in only a bra. I take a step forward, my finger tips playing with the button of his jeans. "Can I undress you?"
He nods, a smile in his eyes and playing on his lips as I pop the button and slide his jeans down his body allowing him to step out of them. I'm on my knees, in front of him, his dick hard underneath his briefs. I drag my hands up his legs, careful not to touch his dick as I stand. I slide his jacket off and tug on his shirt indicating I'd like it off and he obliges leaving him in just his briefs.
"Wow."
His nostrils flare slightly as his hands reach out and rip the bra down the center with his bare hands. I frown when I see what he did to my favorite bra but the feeling quickly dissipates when I feel his lips wrapping around my nipple. He suckles hard, before biting down, my nipple trapped between his teeth. I feel a pinch and I whimper as he lifts me off the ground and my legs immediately move to go around him. "Holy fucking shit. I am going to destroy you." He says against my neck, his teeth finding the skin.
"Destroy me." I close my eyes as I feel his lips and tongue- everywhere.
"Arms around my neck." I do, and within seconds his briefs are down his legs and his cock, what I had spent the last six months fantasizing about was finally on display for me. My mouth drops open as he holds it at the base, teasing me once, twice, three times, tapping my clit with it. "This is going to be fast… and hard."
"Faster and harder." I tell him as if to say give me everything and then some.
"Fuck." He growls. "You're going to be the death of me."
"You'll be the life of me."
I'm faintly aware that somewhere behind Christian the tub begins to fill, and I hope that we aren't near the rim because there's no way I'll be able to stop once he slides in.
"I won't come inside of you." He tells me.
"Come on me." I move my hips towards his cock, allowing him to push slightly inside. Immediately something snaps inside of me. "Mark me. Own me." The words leave my lips in a whisper.
He pushes inside of me in one fluid motion. The angle he's at allows him to get deeper than anyone has before. I hold onto him tight, my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips as he begins to plow me hard against the door. "Jesus Christ, you're tight." His hand grips my jaw hard as his teeth nip at the skin. "Tell me who you belong to."
No question. "You."
"Tell me why you want me so bad." I whimper in response. "Tell me." My body burns with his invasion. I've never been fucked so raw, so hard… I feel like my skin is actually on fire.
"Because you're hot."
He snickers into my ear. "Try again, blue eyes. Tell me why I was so special."
"No."
"Yes." One hand digging into my ass as his other finds my hair, pulling hard as he fucks me harder with every stroke. Every push making me wonder if he's going to come out through my throat. His eyes are focused on me, burning into mine. "Tell me, angel." He whispers and the orgasm hits me hard out of nowhere. His gentle words amongst the hard thrusts he's inflicting pushes me over the edge.
He pulls out of me after letting me ride my orgasm out. "Don't say a word." He orders me before pulling out of me, but keeping me tight in his arms. He cuts the water off, that is dangerously close to overflowing before he carries me out of the bathroom, through Kate's room and into mine. He slams the door closed with his foot and pushes me onto the bed, his large body covering mine. His eyes are wild, his skin has a thin layer of sweat and I can still smell myself on him.
He slides into me again without another word, pushing harder and harder into me as his strokes become more frantic. His fingertips grip my hips hard. "You changed my fucking life, Ana. Tell me why."
I feel him at the edge of his orgasm, I can tell by the way his movements have become jagged, irregular and rough. He's close. Very close. Is he waiting for me to say the words?
"You know why."
"Say it."
I close my eyes, hating myself for speaking the words to this man that very well may not want anything to do with me once he comes. "Because I need you to protect me. Guard me with your life so nothing ever happens to me again. Because I need you."
My eyes are still closed when I feel him leave me and a roar that is so scary and raw it shakes me to my core. I open my eyes just in time to feel his hot cum covering every inch of me. I look up at his hooded gaze as the liquid drips from his penis onto my breasts, my stomach, my thighs even a few drops against my pussy which I feel him wipe away with a part of my sheet. I look down and then up at him as the last of his cum leaves him and then I'm in his arms again. He doesn't say a word as he carries me back to the bathroom. He sets me on my feet before he yanks the chain from the tub, allowing some of the water to drain as he looks at me. Covered in him.
I'm slightly ashamed at the words that left my mouth. He already said he didn't feel responsible for me once before and now he probably thinks I'm some psycho stage five clinger.
He stops the tub again and holds out his hand. I take it and let myself slide into the tub, my knees immediately drawing up to my chest as to protect myself from the vulnerability seeping through me.
"You're not joining me?" I ask.
"If I get in this tub with you, I will fuck you and I won't pull out. So just give me a second."
"You pulled out earlier?"
"By the grace of God."
"Listen about what I said…" I trail off when I feel his finger at my lips.
"Let me wash you."
I hand him the soap and I let my knees fall open, showing him where I'd like him to wash me first. He obliges instantly.
My eyes flutter open when I feel hands at my hair. I'm snuggled into my bed, still naked, lying on my side as I see a completely dressed Christian Grey kneeling next to my bed with a smile on his face. "Hello, beautiful."
I wipe my eyes, suddenly curious as to why my room is so dark. "What time is it?" I ask, immediately panicked that we'd overslept.
"It's four thirty. I have to get back to my place."
"You're leaving." I know that I'm pouting but I can't help it. Even after the mind blowing sex in the tub, and everything that ensued after it, I still wanted more.
So much more.
"Yes. I have to go." He tells me.
"I'll walk you out."
"No, you stay here. All sleepy and warm." He smiles before he presses a kiss to my lips. "I'll see you soon."
I nod, desperately wanting to ask him when that meant. What this meant. What any of the last several hours meant but I stay quiet. "Okay."
"I'll call you."
I nod again and with a final kiss to my lips he disappears through my door. I don't think I remember hearing my front door close before I'm asleep again.
The next time I wake up it's bright, the sun shining through my blinds and curtains and illuminating my room.
Shit did I sleep through the night? I look at my phone. Eight thirty. Jesus was I in a coma? A sex induced coma after practically six hours of non-stop fucking.
I sit up and I realize I'm still naked so I throw on some sweats and a t-shirt before I pad out of my room. I hear my television on downstairs so I slowly move that way when I see Kate on the couch typing away on her computer.
"Morning sunshine." She smiles at me and I give her a sleepy wave.
She closes her computer and a moment later she hops up on the counter and begins to swing her legs. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" She asks, her eyes wide with question but also something else. Like she knows something I don't.
"How was the bar crawl?"
"Great. I was home by 8ish? And was greeted with our house smelling like sex but-." My eyes fly open as I remember that I never cleaned up the table. My eyes dart to the perfectly cleaned table and then back to her.
"God Kate, I'm sorry about the table and the mess in the kitchen. I-"
"The table?"
I look around, knowing that if Kate had cleaned, I'd know because it would still look a mess. "Wait you didn't clean the kitchen up?"
"Oh… was it messy in here?" She raises her eyebrows up and down and smiles.
"Ummm, the kitchen was clean when you got home?"
"Spic and span." She smiles.
So unless I sleep cleaned, Christian cleaned up the kitchen and my orgasms off the table? I smile to myself.
"I… had a friend over." I bite my lip.
"So I see. I thought you were going to the library to study…?"
"I was… umm but then he came over to study… he's from school." The lie slips out easily. Could I really tell Kate that I was fucking the man that I had just helped get out of prison for murder?
"Mmmhmm… is it Luke?"
"No.. umm it's not Luke."
"Well I don't really know any other guys, but whoever it is you should totally bring them to Sunday Funday tonight."
Sunday Funday as Kate calls it usually consists of a bunch of her friends playing drinking games at one of their houses. I'd been a few times and it always resulted in me being hungover the next morning.
"Oh, he's busy."
She narrows her eyes at me and shrugs. "Fine, well you'll come then? I'm going to leave in about an hour."
"I really do have to go to the library, since I didn't yesterday."
"Suit yourself." She shrugs. "I am happy that you're finally getting some even if it did happen in my bathtub." She giggles before hopping off the counter and prancing up the stairs.
After a cup of coffee and a few moments with my thoughts, I make my way back to my room. I frown when I don't see any messages from Christian from last night or this morning. I assumed he would be in touch. But nothing.
I put it out of my mind as I begin to get ready for a long day at the library but a little voice in the back of mind begins to speak, and I don't like what she has to say.
Tuesday
It's been three days since I've seen or heard from Christian. With the deadline of my paper looming over me, I pushed Christian and the mind-blowing sex and what seemed to be his blow-off out of my mind. But I'd submitted my paper five minutes ago and now I was pissed.
I'm sitting in the library, feeling as if the weight has lifted from my shoulders and yet, I felt more tense than ever before. I let out a breath as my fingers begin to type on their own accord.
Christian Grey Seattle WA, recent updates
My eyes scan the screen as I look at the latest which is a few photos of him leaving his house. Including one from Saturday as I recognize his clothes. My sex tingles in response.
Saturday was the most incredible experience of my life and a part of me believes that there won't be a repeat. My heart sinks at the thought and I chastise myself. I knew I should have kept my feelings to myself. Christian was different than any man I'd ever been with and yet, he was the same in that he couldn't deal with my baggage either.
I'm on my way back to my townhouse when a thought floats through my mind. Maybe I should just swing by his place. Just to… see if he's okay?
I almost snort aloud at the lie but it doesn't stop me from taking the exit I know leads to the brick townhouse off of King Street that houses the man with the most perfect dick of my life. It's five pm, so I know that he's home as I slowly walk up to the house. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. I hear him speaking on the other side and then he opens the door, his phone pressed to his ear.
I smile but it's not met with the same enthusiasm. "I'll call you back." He barks into the phone. He steps through the door and closes it behind him. Guess I won't be invited in then. "Ana? What are you doing here?"
"I… came to see you?"
"I see that. What happened to it being impolite to show up unannounced?" He crosses his arms as if he's annoyed but I see a hint of humor behind his eyes.
"Well I would have called, but I don't have your number."
"I just got a new number. I'll be sure to give it to you." Now would be a good time, and yet he doesn't.
"You have my number."
"I do." He nods and I've officially crossed into angry. "Look Ana, now is really not a good time…" he trails off.
"Okay." I chuckle as I look out into the street as I get my thoughts together. I turn back to him. "I was perfectly fine with it being a one time thing. You were the one that was all get on the pill so I don't knock you up with all the sex I plan on having with you." I shake my head. "I know it's probably been a while since you've had to do this but don't say you're going to do something and then not do it. And you've got a lot of balls to do that shit to me." I shake my head. "Lose my number."
"Ana!" I hear called after me but I raise my middle finger to him as I continue walking back to my car. I don't turn around, even after I hear him call for me a second time. I don't pay him another glance as I drive away from his house, the tears pooling in my eyes.
The next day is Wednesday, and someone upstairs must love me because my only class of the day is cancelled. I'd been up most of the night tossing and turning, angry at myself for getting in so deep.
I knew it was dangerous. I'd become infatuated with this man almost a full year ago. I began meeting with him six months ago and then communicating with him sexually six weeks ago. I was already in too deep before he slid his cock inside of me.
And now I felt like a woman scorned.
I thought I would have been fine with just fucking him. Just the one time. But now I wanted more. And I felt- rejected.
Why did he have to say all of that? All of that possessive shit like he wanted more than just one night?
I needed to get my mind off of it, and I knew the best way to do that. I needed to run. Running always helped me get my mind off of whatever was stressing me out at the time. Usually it was school but hopefully it would do the same job for a guy. I run my usual route through the streets, just trying to put one foot in front of the other and focus on my breathing.
I've slowed to a walk as I make my way back to my house and just as I slide the key in the lock, I feel my body come alive and then I see an arm in my peripheral and a hand resting on my doorjam. I don't turn around. "I'm not letting you in." I tell him.
"You don't have a choice."
I snort and turn around in his arms. "Oh really?" I snap at him. His face is hard yet I can see that he's hiding something behind his gray eyes. "Christian, just leave me alone. You got what you needed, you got me out of your system and now you're free-"
"Out of my system?" He takes a step closer. He's so close that I can taste his breath. "You think I want you out of my system? You came to my house and threw a tantrum because you were- I don't know going through Christian Grey Dick withdrawals and you didn't even give me a chance to explain before taking off knowing damn well I couldn't chase you down. So now, it's daylight and you can't. run. from. me. Now be a good girl and let us in."
I snort. I wasn't letting my guard back down that easily. "Why did you act… so indifferent towards me?"
"I was caught off guard, Ana. You had showed up unannounced… I…"
"Didn't want me to come in."
"That's not about you."
"You wanted to blow me off and it worked."
"You're being a little brat, Ana."
"Fuck you. Please just leave me alone." I turn back around and put the key in the door, hoping that he gets the messages and doesn't try and follow me. I make it through the door and try to close it behind me but he's already inside behind me. He closes the door behind us.
"Seriously! Okay you can't just barge in here and think I'm going to drop my panties for you. I'm not your little slut, Christian. You can't treat me like that."
"Will you shut the fuck up for two seconds?!" He yells and I'll be damned if I'm going to be talked to like that.
"You can get the hell out of my house." I tell him as I move towards the door. He backs up against it, disallowing me from reaching the doorknob.
"Let me talk, Ana. Please."
I cross my arms. "You have two minutes."
He sighs and doesn't say anything for a few.
"A minute forty five."
He moves towards me and I have a feeling I know what he's planning to do to "explain" himself over the next minute and forty five seconds so I back up and put my hand up. "Stop."
"No."
"Yes!" I scream before I'm hoisted into his arms and my lips are brought to his. I was expecting an aggressive kiss that left bruises in it's wake but this was tender, passionate- almost loving. His hair winds in my hair with one hand as one holds me up by my butt. I put up a fight for about a second before I wrap my legs around him and my hands find his jaw. I feel us moving and then the couch under my butt. I reach for my top to pull it over my head, without a care in the world that I'm still sweaty from my run.
So much for not dropping your panties, huh Ana?
Have you never heard of break up sex?
Breaking up would mean that you two were together.
I close my eyes to stop the arguing with myself when his hands find mine, stopping myself from removing my top.
"You are the furthest thing from a slut. Even if I call you one in bed- which I will at some point. You are not a slut."
"Sounds like you think there will be many more times."
He gets off his knees in front of me and sits on our coffee table. "I left here on Saturday… on top of the world. I'd been wanting you for months, and then I had a taste and I wanted more. Instantly. Pulling myself out of bed on Saturday and leaving you… sucked. And then I remembered that it's my life for the next six months. I couldn't sleep through the night with you. I couldn't take you to dinner or anywhere at night. Do you know what it felt like to hear you say how much you needed me, Anastasia?"
I don't say anything.
"Fucking helpless."
"I didn't mean-."
"I just… I don't want to be this presence in your life half of the time. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me."
"How do you figure?"
"I'm not worthy of you, Ana. Anyone in your life would agree."
"I don't get a say?"
It's his turn to be silent.
"Why didn't you invite me in? Maybe you can't stay here but… I could stay with you overnight. If you wanted me to."
He chuckles and rubs his hands over my eyes. "Mother fucker why did you have to come into my life now, huh?" He stands up and begins to pace the length of my living room.
"Ana I am… for lack of a better word… broke. I didn't let you in because I sold basically all of my belongings to help pay for my useless yet expensive ass lawyers. My house is empty with the exception of my mattress that sits on the floor, a few books and a few valuable things that aren't worth much monetary value." He still doesn't look at me as he continues. "I didn't want you to see that. I was cold because I knew you could break me down and I'd let you in."
I hadn't thought of this. I knew Christian had money before he went into prison. Not like billionaire status but I knew he'd done well as an investment banker.
"I don't know how much you know about what I did." His eyes find mine.
"Investment banking."
"Yes. And a job like one I had is not exactly one I can get back now. People don't exactly want ex-convicts handling their investments… their money. Even the ones that did trust me not to steal- rich people do shady things with their money and they know I've got eyes on me. They are worried I'd lead them to the feds unintentionally."
My heart sinks. "So what… what are you going to do?" Is that not my business? Is it insensitive? Shit. "Sorry… you don't have to tell me."
He gives me a half smile and sits next to me, tucking a loose hair behind my ear. "Luckily, when all of this shit went down, one of the partners at my firm had my 401k and a bunch of my money that was tied up in investments of my own, frozen. I'm in the process of working through that being released back to me."
I let out a breath, 401ks were good. And Christian made decent money I'm sure he has enough in there to get himself back on his feet.
"How long will that take?"
"Probably months to be honest." He tells me.
"And in the meantime?" I ask.
"That's not for you to worry about, blue eyes." He smiles at me and if I wasn't convinced he was trying to distract me I would melt.
But what could I say? What could I do? I wasn't exactly in the position to help anyone. Grad school paid for 95 percent of my bills and the other 5 percent was covered by grants and we did get paid for some work on the Project. In short- I got paid to go to school.
And as much as I wanted to help, I didn't know what I could do that didn't involve him moving in with me which I wasn't sure I was ready to commit to. Or if Christian would even accept my offer… and if Kate would be okay with it. My eyes dart to the door as I try to remember where Kate is exactly, and how long she would be gone. The last thing I need is for her to show up while we're… busy.
For now I stay quiet because I don't know what to say, and I've probably already emasculated him enough for the day. I climb into his lap and put my hands on his face. "Can you spend the day with me?"
He gives me a small smile. "I would love to." But just as quick as his smile finds his face, it fades to one more sinister. "But first we do need to talk about your little temper tantrum."
"It wasn't a tantrum."
"Oh? I do recall your very dramatic exit involving your middle finger." He runs his nose down my cheek. "I dare you to ever flick me off again, Anastasia."
"What will happen if I do?" I breathe out as I let my forehead drop to his shoulder.
He chuckles and it sends a shiver down my spine. "You do not want to know."
I didn't know that the sex could get better with Christian, and yet somehow as he aggressively pushes inside of me inch by inch I find myself already chasing the orgasm. "How much do you trust me?" He whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around my back and tucks his face into my neck. "Tell me how much baby."
It was the first time he'd called me a pet name that wasn't blue eyes and I clench immediately. "More than anyone." I manage to muster out as his cock massages my insides stroke by stroke.
"Do you trust me not to go too far?" He pulls out of my neck and looks down at me, his grey eyes concerned and yet filled with desire. I nod. "Will you tell me to stop if it gets there?"
"Like… a safeword?"
"Just tell me to stop and I will."
"What are you going to do?" Whatever it is, I'm fucking game.
"Trust me." He orders. He cups my cheeks and presses a kiss to my lips and it's so gentle and soft that it almost makes me come on the spot.
"Earlier you called yourself a slut. Did you really see yourself that way, or were you trying to piss me off?"
I bite my lip as I feel his hand over sliding across my neck as he continues to move harder inside of me. I know what he's going to do and it makes me nervous and yet… excited. But I put up a fight, for the show.
"Christian- don't."
"Give me your trust, Anastasia."
"You have it, it doesn't mean I want… that."
"You want it."
"You could kill me."
"I'd kill myself, before I hurt you."
I bite my lip and it makes me nervous as I remember his words in the prison. I'd never kill for you. Did that still apply? "No killing for me. You promised."
I feel the pressure on my neck. "You shouldn't have let me inside of you."
"But…"
"Hush." He tells me as his hand closes around my throat again. He pushes his dick further into me. With every inch he pushes inside, the grip around my throat tightens. Fuck.
His hand finds my clit with his other hand. "You're so wet, Anastasia. Tell me, does this turn you on?" I don't respond. "Answer me."
"You t-turn me on." I stammer as I try and catch my breath between words. His fingers loosen and I take a deep breath.
"Breathe, baby." He whispers. "I won't hurt you." His fingers close again, my vision blurs and I see a spot in my peripheral. "I'm going to push you to the brink. And then when you think you can't go any further. I'm going to push you another step."
I nod, my hands finding his biceps and gripping hard. His hand grips me tighter, as he continues to feed me his cock which feels like it's a never ending. "Are- you… in…?" I whimper. I feel like I should know based on the extended amount of time I spent with it last week but his hand on my throat seems to be sending me all out of sorts.
My eyes flutter closed and I feel like I'm flying as he loosens and tightens the grip on me. "Fuck." He murmurs. "You are so fucking beautiful." He growls as he pushes harder and harder. "I want you every fucking minute." He tells me pushing me further and further towards the ledge. The breaths are leaving me in tiny spurts. "Tell me you're good." He loosens the grip.
"Good." I moan.
"I want you to come, Ana. I promise it will feel good."
"Mmmhm… you always make me feel good." I manage to whimper out. I feel like I'm high, my mind is scattered, and I can't focus on anything. Everything feels- great.
"I can feel you quivering around my cock. Fuck. I need you to fucking get there."
I can feel my heartbeat in my sex, a pounding in my clit that I had never experienced. "Touch- me." I manage to get out. His fingers find my clitoris in the exact instant he completely cuts off my air supply and I explode… completely.
I can feel my body writhing as my orgasm starts and just when I'm at the peek, he let's my throat go and my eyes fly open. "FUCK!" I manage to scream as my arms go to his chest and with every ounce of strength I have I drag my nails down his skin.
"There it is." He growls. "Right there."
I can't control anything right now. I feel out of control- feral almost. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" I scream. I ride out the last of my orgasm, just in time for me to feel his orgasm coating my skin in what feels like buckets.
"We are playing with fire, Anastasia. Get your ass on the fucking pill." He growls. "I don't know how many more times I can leave your body when I need to come." He whispers.
It's not cute and cuddly pillow talk. It's not romantic. Or flirtatious.
It's raw. It's real. It's us.
"I like… fire." I whisper, my voice hoarse and sore. I look up at him as he grabs the towel I had grabbed before we came to my bedroom and begins to clean his seed off of me.
"How did you like… that?"
I pull him down to me and lock my ankles behind him keeping him in place. "I loved it. Can we do it again?"
He chuckles. "You sure?"
"I'm sure. It was… insane. I've never done anything like that before. You make me feel like I'm flying every moment we're together."
His arms wrap around me as begins to stroke my hair. He could be ruthless with me and yet so gentle. I was falling- hard. I could feel it in my bones and it scared the shit out of me. My eyes flutter closed and I can feel myself drifting towards sleep when I hear him call my name. It seems like he's so far away but I know he's right in my ear. I clutch him closer knowing it's not nighttime, so he'll be here when I wake up. The thought comforts me and just as I succumb to sleep, I hear his words softly.
"If anyone ever fucks with you again, my life doesn't matter anymore."
A/N: And he's out! Whatcha think ;)