Chapter 4
Ana POV
It's Saturday morning on the sound and I am sitting on the deck in a comfy lounge chair while drinking tea. I haven't talked about the show to Christian since last night. He was quiet when we got home and spent well over an hour playing piano. Thankfully, there were no melodramatic heart-wrenching songs, just some complex pieces.
Christian has come a long way since we were first married. The kids and their need for privacy have helped him to be a bit more trusting and they have demanded certain freedoms. I really do have a lot to be thankful for.
As I make my way downstairs, I see Christian sitting and chatting at the breakfast bar with the kids. Ted and Christian are talking Mariners stats, while Phoebe mixes pancakes, listening intently. Ray Steele has made sure that I understand baseball stats and Christian has eagerly passed this skill on to Phoebe as well.
"Good morning Mrs. Grey," Christian interrupts, looking me up and down. Ted groans and Phoebe rolls her eyes.
"Seriously Dad, you are so old, you can't say shit like that!" Ted scolds.
"Too damn bad for you Theodore, my eyesight still works just fine," Christian looks longingly at me and I lean over the counter to kiss my husband.
"Teddy, no swearing." I give him my stern 'mom' look. "I actually have some news to share with you all. Phoebe, come sit down, this involves you too." I take her place, flipping the pancakes. Both of them look surprised and sit down at the counter. Christian grimaces.
"So, I have been asked to be a part of the reality show – The Real Housewives of Seattle TV show starting in a few weeks. What do you think about that?"
Ted looks confused at first and then shrugs. "Whatever. Do I have to be on TV or do anything?"
"No. Only if you want to. There will probably be a few clips of you here and there but you can be as uninvolved as you like. It will just be me on camera and maybe your Dad will be too, if he wants. Have either of you seen the show?"
Phoebe looks at me wide-eyed, "Wow Mom, I'm surprised. I heard the show was coming to Seattle but I didn't think you would be game to be honest. Cat-fights isn't really your scene, are they? Most of the women that go on this show all have some major personality flaws and get filmed being super obnoxious and arguing with people." She looks down at her pancakes thoughtfully, and I can see the instant where the light bulb in her head goes off and she starts to backtrack. "Of course, you could really change that. I've watched lots of the seasons with my friends and there are a few somewhat normal people on it."
"Exactly." I smile. Two reasonable children raised by Christian Grey, who would've thought? "The filming will only be for about 12 weeks and I doubt that it will bug either of you all that much. But, I want to make sure you are okay with this. There will be cameras in the house and you will be caught on screen at some point, but the filming will be directed towards me, not you two."
"Mom, I couldn't care less about this. They'll be filming during baseball season and the beginning of summer, so I will probably be with my friends most of the time. Just make sure they cut out any errors I make in games."
"Okay Teddy. Will do." I beam at him. One down. Two to go. "What about you Phoebs?"
"I guess it's fine Mom. I wouldn't be worried if it was just you being filmed, but they will probably throw in some lunatics to stir the pot, right?"
"Well, your Aunt Kate and Aunt Mia are also going to be on the show…"
There is a moment of quiet awkwardness. I twist my wedding band around my finger while Ted and Phoebe look at Christian who is chuckling to himself. With that confirmation, Ted and Phoebe both erupt into laughter.
"Oh hell Mom, are you serious? Aunt Kate and Aunt Mia on a reality show, that's going to be hilarious! Who are these producers, they sound like they know what they're doing already!" Ted cannot contain his laughter.
"Oh my gosh Mom! Aunt Mia is going to be hilarious!" Phoebe adds, and then she pales. "Poor Uncle Ethan, he is going to need a vacation by the end of summer… Can I help you with your outfits and party-planning for it?" There's the Princess Phoebe I know…
"Of course, Phoebs. I'm not looking forward to the party-planning. Hopefully Mia will do most of it anyways. But I don't want you getting too absorbed in this. You two just keep doing your thing and act yourselves and let me know right away if you don't like the filming."
Both kids nod and after some explanations about the filming, they both head off to start their weekends.
Christian lets out a breath that I didn't realize he was holding. "So I guess your mind is made up then, is it?"
"Yes," I tell him, "It is."
""I don't want to be involved in this shit, but where my wife goes, I go."
"It won't be so bad. Most of the filming happens at our girls outings anyways."
He nods in agreement and slowly cocks his head to the side, evaluating me. "You know… you really do owe me for agreeing to this."
"Well, Ted and Phoebe both have plans for the day over at their friends. What did you have in mind, Sir?" I blink up at him innocently.
"Oh, I've had a few ideas since last night. Be ready in 15 minutes."
Ten minutes later, I am kneeling beside our bed, waiting for my husband's instructions. We have the house to ourselves for the next few hours. My delicious husband, all to myself… yummy!
I hear his footsteps coming closer to me, and the dampness between my legs becomes much more apparent. Oh my… his naked feet under those jeans… What this man can do to me…
"Mrs. Grey," he purrs into my ear, "You have been misbehaving and getting yourself into all sorts of trouble lately, haven't you?"
"Yes sir."
He orders me to stand, then directs me to lie down on the bed. He places a blindfold over my eyes, kissing my forehead. I feel his fingertips run down the lengths of my arms, making me shiver under his soft touch. He stops at my fingertips and grabs both hands, raising them above my head and kissing me lips, roughly, and with force.
"Something will need to be done about all this trouble you've been causing. Do you enjoy disobeying me, Mrs. Grey?"
"Sometimes sir," I tell him honestly.
Without being able to see him, I know he is glaring now. Not expecting that, were you Christian? Ha! I can't help the corners of my lips pulling into a smile. Keep a straight face, Ana! My subconscious reminds me.
"And why do you enjoy it Mrs. Grey? Are you truly that naughty that you can't be tamed?" he questions. He is now running his fingertips over my skin, from my collarbone down to the top of my panties. He grazes the edges playfully, and I can feel myself dripping with need.
"I believe so sir."
"Well Mrs. Grey, I will have to punish you for being so disobedient. I think you need some extra attention lately." His fingertips run down my legs to the instep of my feet, and back up again. "Maybe that will help keep you in line," he threatens playfully.
His hands travel back to my hips and he grips both sides, flipping me over. With one pull, my panties are are on the floor and I am completely exposed to his gaze.
"Now you are a fine sight Mrs. Grey. I would hate to have anyone else seeing this but me. You know that I won't like having cameras pointed at you, yet you agreed to let them film you anyways, didn't you?"
"Yes sir."
His hands are now caressing my bottom, squeezing my cheeks and cupping me brazenly.
"This gorgeous ass is mine. It belongs to me and is for my eyes only. You are not to be filmed in any skimpy clothing. Is that understood?"
I am mesmerized by his touch as he traces patterns across my bare skin. He tickles my entrance playfully and I know he can feel how ready I am. Just a bit closer now, a bit deeper…
I am jerked from my fantasizing when his hand lands on my right cheek, stinging harshly. Shit, that hurt…
"MRS. GREY!" I jolt at his tone.
"Ye-yes sir. I will not wear anything inappropriate in front of the cameras."
"That's right, you won't," he growls while he soothes the stinging sensation. "For my eyes only," he reminds me gently.
"Now, it is time we dealt with your punishment Anastasia. I'm tempted to tie you to this bed and take a paddle to this sweet ass. What do you think about that, Mrs. Grey?" Oh so that's what he wants, is it…
I can't help the next words out of my mouth, "I think Sir is all talk and no action."
I hear his surprise as he shifts beneath me. "Is that so?" he murmurs huskily. "Have it your way then."
He places one hand on the center of my back, pinning me firmly to the bed. He rubs my bottom soothingly, preparing me for what's to come. "Count for me Anastasia."
The paddle he had been hiding from view now strikes my left cheek hard.
"ONE!" I yell out. Ouch, he does mean action…
The blows keep coming one by one. First he hits my left cheek, then my right, and then in the center just near the apex of my thighs. "Six! … Seven! … ohhhh, eight!" I can't help the groans escaping me now as he uses full force, working my backside.
He slows down once he reaches number fourteen and caresses my bottom. Slowly, he slides two fingers inside me, feeling his way around, teasing me, pressing against that sweet spot. "Mrs. Grey, are you enjoying yourself?" he asks.
"Yes sir, please! … More … please!"
"More? Oh I'll give you more baby." He pulls his fingers out and spanks me again, roughly.
I feel so empty without him. I crave his touch, I need him to fill me, to be inside. The need is only just bareable. I want him so bad it almost hurts... The ache inside me is getting painful!
"Count Ana! Almost there, baby", he growls.
"Eighteen! … Nineteen!" He gives me one final slap across the bottom and as I yell out "twenty!" he grabs my hips, positions himself behind me and enters me roughly. He pauses momentarily to allow me to adjust and he removes my blindfold. I am facing the foot of our bed, looking out our bedroom window and out over the sound. Now this is what the view from heaven is like…
"Fuck, Ana! Oh fuck, you're so tight baby," he is thrusting intensely now.
"Ahhh," He's so BIG…
He continues to rock into me, in and out, deeply, hitting the sweet spot within me.
"Come on Ana, give it to me now baby, don't hold back now, come for me!" On his command, I surrender to him. He stills inside of me and I am lost, "Christian! Oh Christian, baby! Ohhhh, CHRISTIAN, AHH!"
He rolls onto his side and we both collapse onto the bad, looking into each other's eyes. We've done this very activity so many times, and I never get tired of this. It's a perfect moment. My Fifty has a silly grin on his face and is looking very satisfied. "I love you Ana Grey," he whispers. He leans in, kissing me gently, and we hold each other and savour this sweet moment.
Thanks for reading! - Lin
