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The Playroom II

August 2017

APOV

I can feel Christian's tension from beside me. He's wound up so tightly with nerves, it's tangible. My wonderful fifty doesn't want to hurt our relationship, but in truth, the playroom is still an appealing idea to me and he needs to understand that.

When we went in there several months ago and he lost control, it only scared me because of what damage he was doing to himself. When he spanked me with the cat-o-nine-tails, it wasn't painful, it was just a harsh sting, but his reaction to that afterward left me in utter shock. I thought he was broken… my wonderful husband thought he had done irrevocable damage to our marriage, but he couldn't have been farther from the truth. He just never gave me the chance that night to talk about anything that went on in that room…

"Jose Rodriguez?!" Christian screams as he looks at me. "I asked you… begged you not to go with him alone and you completely disregarded my feelings and went anyway. Why, Ana? Why would you do this?"

I sit quietly and listen to his rant while I look at the table to my half eaten food. I can't wait until he starts in on me not finishing dinner.

"I mean, why didn't Kate go, huh? Why did it only have to be you and him? You ended up spending half of the afternoon with him, Anastasia. Why?" He's pacing back and forth and I try to think of a way out of this.

And oh, there it is… a perfect idea.

"I'm sorry." I say in the sultriest voice I can conjure and stand so that I can walk towards him. "Is there any way I can make it up to, sir?"

I notice his eyes darken with unadulterated lust and his mouth drops open. I love to do this with him, and maybe this can get him over the anger he's built up.

"You want to play?" He whispers and in reply I only bow my head.

His sharp intake of breath sends a jolt down my spine and I fight the smile that wants to creep onto my face.

"Come." He says to me as he takes my hand to lead me upstairs to our Red Room.

When we enter, he wastes no time and practically rips the clothes from my body. When he's tossed my clothes to the side, he goes behind me and braids my long hair so it's perfectly laid down my back.

"Kneel." He commands and I immediately comply.

I stay in the submissive position as he strips his clothes and then stands in front of me stroking his hard cock.

"Oh, Anastasia. My dear, sweet, Anastasia. What shall I do to you?" His voice is a husky whisper and I fight the urge to bring my eyes forward for an unhindered view of him pleasuring himself.

He answers my plea and steps even closer to me. "Open your mouth." I do and he runs the head of his cock along my lips… teasing me like only he knows how.

"Suck me. Only use your mouth. Don't move your hands."

He takes ahold of the back of my head and gently starts moving in and out of my mouth. When he starts to moan, I suck harder and pull him deeper into my throat. This causes his hands to tighten in my hair and I wince slightly anticipating pain, but instead it sends my body just enough pleasure to cause the wetness between my legs start to spread down my thighs.

I moan in appreciation at the flavor of him in my mouth. He begins to thrust harshly into the back of my throat and the sudden invasion makes me gag slightly. I can feel tears build in my eyes out of natural reaction, but I immediately relax my throat and take him all in. I love doing this to Christian and I know he must really be enjoying himself because when I risk a peak at his face, his eyes are closed and his head is tilted back.

I hum in satisfaction knowing that I can make him feel this way, and because I know it's his favorite thing when he's close, I let me teeth skim his erection and he jerks above me and lets his orgasm roll down my throat in enjoyable waves. I lick my lips when he retreats from my mouth and smile to myself at the job well done.

He doesn't say anything, he only lifts me up from my kneeling position and carries me over to the chesterfield couch that has become my favorite place in this room. It never fails that when he brings me here, it's so that he can eat me with unrestricted hunger.

He places me on the couch and kneels before me. He scoots my bottom to the edge and throws my legs over his shoulders as he dives mouth first into my sex.

I try to bite back the moan that's building in my throat, but I can't. He doesn't reprimand me, but instead moans in return. The vibrations cause me to jolt and my hands fly to his hair as I begin to lightly move my core into his mouth. His tongue is moving furiously in and out of my sex and I feel my orgasm approaching quickly.

"Ahh, Christian." His hands move mine from his hair to hold his beside my hips.

"Come for me, sweet baby." He groans against my wet flesh and I shudder in an instant.

I feel the pleasure radiate through me as he continues moving his mouth against me… drawing my orgasm out longer and making it more intense.

He leans up from in between my thighs and I see absolute fire behind his eyes.

"I want you to the whipping bench." He tells me. His voice raw with arousal, but the words come out clearly.

Fuck, this is going to be intense. I don't know if I'll be able to handle another powerful orgasm so soon after the one I've just experienced.

"Christian." I whisper in hopes he'll slow down a little.

"You will address me as sir. As punishment and a future reminder, I'll be giving you extra lashings." Holy fuck, he's so into Dom mode right now. He's always hottest like this…

I obediently move to the whipping bench and bend over it like the good little sub I've learned to play over the years. He comes up behind me and shackles my wrists to my ankles. When he's finished he spends a minute or two just letting his hands roam the skin from my neck to my ass. He moves his hands slowly as if to savor the touch of my skin beneath his hands. I love the feel of his hands on me… always.

"You're so lovely, Anastasia. Your skin is always so soft." He murmurs and then places a kiss between my shoulder blades when his hands come to a halt.

I hear him moving behind me and I know he's choosing an implement off of the wall. I know it will either be the cat-o-nine-tails or one of the riding crops… when he's angered out of jealousy, he always pleasures my body with those…

"Your being punished, Anastasia. Can you tell me why?" He asks before I feel a smack come to my ass and I instantly know he's chosen the cat-o-nine-tails. I smile before I answer.

"Because I had lunch with someone you didn't want me to, sir." He smacks me again a little harder and I moan.

"And?"

"I didn't address you properly, sir." He smacks again and I feel the moisture seeping down my legs from the overwhelming arousal I feel.

"Good girl. We'll go for 12 more. That will be 15 in total… do you think that's enough, Anastasia?" He hits me again and I barely get out the words 'yes, sir' over my moan.

He hits me twice more at the same intensity he did before, but after that his hits become harsher and I start to worry that he doesn't realize the level of intensity that's he's smacking me.

When he hits once more, leaving me with a harsh sting I haven't felt before, my mouth reacts before my mind does.

"Red!" My voice sounds weak and overwhelmed with arousal, but the words still come out.

I hear him drop the implement immediately and hear him gasp as he starts to undo my restraints. I know he's probably panicking because I safe-worded, but once I explain, I'm sure he'll understand.

When I turn around, I see a look of horror on his face as he sinks to his knees before me. I see tears falling from his eyes and I wonder why he's having such a reaction. I hear him mumbling 'no, no, no' over and over again.

"Christian?" I say to him, but he doesn't respond. The tears are now rushing down his face and I see his cheeks red from the struggled breathing. "Christian!" I say with force because I'm so scared of this ungodly reaction he's having. "Please, baby! Talk to me." I say, but he continues to stay as he is. I say his name over and over again, but his tears keep coming and I notice he's murmuring incoherently. I am beginning to panic even more and decide that I should call Dr. Flynn. I walk over to my pile of clothes to put my dress on that I was wearing before so I can go downstairs to get me phone.

"Ouch." I murmur when the material hits my behind and so I pull it up and look over my shoulder to see why.

I see the deep red lines that are always there… okay, maybe a little deeper than usual, but still. But then I see it. There's a small line of broken skin from where the last swing hit me and I realize that was the sudden sting. Shit. No wonder my husband is such a wreck right now.

I pull my dress back down and rush to our bedroom. I find my robe hung on the back of the closet door like it usually is, and take it off the hook as I head into the bathroom. I dispose of my dress and get the Arnica cream out of the bottom drawer. I do NOT want Christian putting this one me because I know if he touches it and sees me flinch, his guilt level will absolutely hit the roof. I know he's feeling bad right now, so I quickly apply the lotion, grab my phone and put my robe on before I dash upstairs.

I momentarily panic when I see he's not in the playroom where I left him.

"Christian?" I say with a crack in my voice. I don't want him to punish himself for long and the way he was when I left scared the shit out of me.

I hear something coming from the en suite of the playroom and walk in and drop my phone to the floor at the sight before me. Christian is lying hunched over the toilet sobbing quietly. Oh, Christian… I feel more tears burning my eyes as I look to the broken man before me.

I walk to him and place my hand on the back of his neck so that I can start soothing him. My fingers run through his hair as I try to shush him so that he'll calm and get his breathing under control. I get up to wet a washcloth so that I can help him clean up a bit. There's vomit on his mouth and snot running out of his nose. His cheeks are wet and his eyes are already puffy. He's a wreck and this is absolutely killing me that he's like this. I'm the one who suggested we come in here… and now look at my always-put-together husband.

"I… I'm…I'm so, so… sorry." He barely chokes out the words, and his body continues to convulse.

"Shh." I take ahold of his face in between my hands as I look deeply into his eyes. "This won't ever happen again."

And it won't. Next time, we'll take things out before coming in here… I don't want him to hurt like this again. I know when I try to tell him that I'm okay, he won't believe me and he'll tear himself down even more. I won't let that happen again.

He continues crying and I cry with him, because when he's hurting… I hurt too. He throws up one more time when I tell him that I put the Arnica cream on the behind already so he didn't need to. I don't know why he had such a violent reaction, but he was in no condition for me to question him.

Eventually I talk him into going to our bedroom where we hold each other in bed. He apologizes over and over again, and kisses my hair and my face repeatedly. I cry with my broken husband and pray that everything will be alright. I hold him until his body goes lax and he finally tires himself out enough to go to sleep.

I breathe a sigh of relief when his eyes close and his breathing evens out. But just as I'm about to drift into sleep, I hear mumblings coming from his mouth.

"Ana… baby." I see his body tense and he moves slightly around while he continues to sleep. I lean my head closer to his and listen to what he's saying. "I'm not, baby… I'm not the man for you… Ana… Not for you." He starts speaking incoherently, and eventually falls into a deep, quiet sleep… but I'm left slack jawed and wide-eyed.

Not the man for me? How could he say that? After everything we've been through. I just sat up with him the entire night, reassuring him that I was still here… that everything was okay. Not the man for me? Is this what he really thinks? I try not to let myself panic, but it's doing me no good. Why would he think this?

I continue to lie there and let my mind drift. Is this because I safe-worded? It was on impulse… that sting I felt took me by surprise and I couldn't help the words that tumbled out of my mouth. Does he think I can't take it? That I can't be what he needs?

Before I know it, light begins to shine in through the windows and our room is bathed in early morning light. I realize now that during all of last night's commotion, we didn't call Grace to check in with our babies. I look over to my sleeping husband and sigh thinking about the words he uttered in his sleep. I shake my head and go over to Christian's dresser so that I can get one of his t-shirts to put on. I get his old, tattered, Harvard shirt that he loves me in and I slip it over my body.

When I wander into the living room I gaze out the large floor-to-ceiling windows and admire the lovely view. There were so many nights I got a midnight view of the city from up here as Christian sulked and played the piano during all hours past midnight. I sigh as I realize how much he's still stuck in his self-depreciating ways. This situation is either going to make or break us… and I realize that there's no way we'll ever NOT make it work. I decide I'll call Flynn tomorrow and set up a few sessions for us so that we can talk with him about everything that happened last night. Christian completely shut down on me and thinks… fuck, I don't know that he thinks at this point.

"Hello, darling. How are you this morning?" Oh, Grace if you only knew…

"Fine. Good. I was just calling to check on the kids." I tell her as I pace the area behind the kitchen counter.

"Oh, they're wonderful as always. Mia and Tyler are watching the twins and Carrick's outside running around with Theodore and Phoebe. Trying to wear them out before breakfast I suppose." She laughs to herself at that and I smile thinking about my children playing with their grandfather whom they both adore.

"Okay, good. I'm glad everything is going well. Christian and I will call you later before we head over. Is that alright?"

"Of course, dear. And take your time. You two need a little alone time every once and a while." Yeah, actually we do…

"Great. Well, I'll talk to you all later."

"Okay. We'll talk then. Love you, darling."

"Love you too."

I hang up and feel strong arms wrapped around me. I tense immediately and Christian moves back away from me. When I turn I smile apologetically, but deep down, I am truly hurt. I haven't stopped thinking about the things he was saying in his sleep.

We stare at each other for the longest time and I see the guilt in his eyes. The evidence of his breakdown is still evident upon his face. His eyes are swollen and rimmed red, and his nose red from the constant running and rubbing.

"I love you." He whispers in the most broken voice I think he's ever had.

I cock my head to the side and don't think as I reply. I let the hurt speak for me.

"Do you?" Tears threaten to fall, but I refuse to give in to them. I want him to talk to me and be open about what he's feeling. Does he still think I'm enough for him? Does he think that he's too much for me to handle?

He sucks in a lung-full of air and his eyes widen as he looks at me so completely broken. I realize in this moment that it's not that I'm not enough to handle it all… it's that he still thinks he's not enough… my poor insecure fifty. Last night has changed nothing for me, my darling husband.

"Of course I do… more.. more than anything." He begins sobbing again and I know that going to see Flynn will be the only way to dig ourselves out of this hole.

He sinks to the floor and sobs loudly and uncontrollably as he wraps his arms around me and clings to me for dear life. I hold him for the longest time, just thinking about what must be going through his brilliant mind. My eyes begin to burn from lack of sleep, and I feel the exhaustion kicking in. Christian lets me lead him to the living room so that we can lay down on the couch and I can hold him. He lays on top of me, between my legs and rests his head on my chest. I pull the blanket from the back of the sofa over our bodies and run my hands rhythmically through his hair until I finally let the sound of his steady breathing lull me to sleep.

When we wake, I see that the sun is beginning to go down, so it must be around 4 o'clock. Christian is staring at me and I wonder briefly how long he's been doing that. I look into his piercing gray eyes and vow to myself to make him a stronger man… not only for his family, but for himself.

"I love you too." I whisper to him as I let a hand run down his stubbly face.

That was definitely a trying time for us, but nothing is ever too much for us to handle. 3 sessions a week of therapy for 3 weeks took a lot out of us, but also gave us so much. It took 1 week of therapy before Christian could make it a whole session where he didn't break down crying. 2 weeks of therapy until Christian ever gave me the chance to scratch the surface of what happened with me that night. 3 weeks of therapy for Christian to touch me again and make love. Christian has convinced himself that I was disgusted with him that night and that I said the safe-word out of fear. He still doesn't believe me that it was out of shock. He knows that the bite of the cat-o-nine-tails only leaves a brief pinch, but he refuses to believe I hadn't felt immense pain.

He told me in therapy that he was sure I was going to leave him because he had fucked everything up. I admitted to him that I felt he didn't believe I was enough for him because I safe-worded and when I heard the words he mumbled in his sleep, I thought that he had given up. I remember when I told him that his mouth was wide open and so were his eyes. He was shocked to hear that and quickly explained that he wasn't the man worthy for me, but that he wanted to grow into the man I deserved.

I cried the rest of that session and apologized over and over again for questioning his love for me the next morning. If we had been open and honest with each other that night, we could have saved ourselves so much heartache. But the therapy with John opened us both up more, and we've never been stronger.

I look over to my nervous husband as he drives us towards Escala and smile thinking about finally jumping the last hurdle in this conflict so that we can finally put this issue to rest.

"I love you." I tell him and reach across the console to let my hand rest on his thigh.

He slides one hand off of the wheel to place it over mine and I see a small smile play on his enticing lips.

"I love you too, my sweet baby."

I take a deep breath as he parks in the underground garage of Escala and send up a quick prayer that Christian doesn't shut down on me again. When he parks, we stay sitting for a moment and just look at each other. He smiles at me and reaches to caress my face with his tender hands.

"My love…" He murmurs and looks into my eyes.

"Let's go in. Let's go and show each other that that room doesn't have a hold over us. That nothing has a hold over us."

He sighs as he closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens them again he looks to me and smiles. "Okay, love. Let's go."

We walk hand in hand to the elevator and I giggle when we step in and I think of all the moments that we've shared in so many elevators…

"What're you giggling about?" He asks me as he kisses cheek before inputting the code for the penthouse.

"Fuck the paperwork." I say in the sternest voice I can muster and he turns to me with a look of shock before busting out laughing. I laugh alongside him and thank God that Christian's mood lightened before we got upstairs.

"Fuck the paperwork, huh?" He asks as he pins my body to the side of the elevator and keeps me there with his hips that dig into my stomach.

"I do recall those exact words being said just before our first kiss." I tell him with a smile and he closes his eyes as he smiles too and I know he's thinking about our time at the Heathman.

"I do believe you are correct, Mrs. Grey." He whispers and then pins my hands above my head, just as I remember and kisses me so intensely that it knocks the breath out of me.

His tongue sweeps against mine and we move in our all too familiar tango. He lets go of my hands and lets his slide down my body until he reaches behind me to grab my ass and pull me impossibly closer to him. The doors to the elevators ping open to our floor far too quickly and Christian lifts me so that I am forced to wrap my legs around his waist. He walks slowly into the apartment and pauses briefly before lowering me to my feet.

He takes my head in between his large hands and kisses the tip of my nose. "Are you sure about this, baby?" He asks and I see the anxiety in his eyes.

"Yes, Christian. I am." I tell him and smile slightly. He studies my face for a moment before dropping his hands to grab both of my mine so that he can bring them to his mouth and kiss each knuckle.

He begins walking up the stairs towards the playroom while he pulls me behind him. His hand tightens around mine when we get closer and I know he's mentally giving himself a pep talk.

CPOV

Come on Grey! Man up! You and Ana are going to enjoy of kinky fuckery where you're going to make her come in more ways that either of you ever thought imaginable.

That thought causes a hitch in my steps and I have to take a deep breath to steady myself. Thinking about pleasuring my wife over and over again has me hard as granite in the confines of my suit pants. We reach the door to the playroom and I reach in my pocket for the key that rests on the Seattle 'Yes' keychain that Ana gave me on the first birthday we spent together. I slip the key in the acquainted lock and close my eyes for a moment before pushing the door open.

Ana wastes no time and enters before me. I step inside and close the door as I watch her begin to strip off her clothes in a familiar routine, but I soon stop her.

"No. Let me." I tell her as I step to stand before her enticing body.

She's already slipped off her skirt, but I take my time in unbuttoning her dress shirt that taunts me with the sight of her alluring as each button sheds.

"You're so beautiful." I say thoughtfully. She's so perfect and all mine. I am so lucky.

Her big blue eyes lock on mine when I push the shirt from the body and let it fall to the floor. I reach behind her and unhook her bra and watch it hit the ground. I kneel before her and slide the stilettos from her feet and lean forward to let my mouth rest on the bare skin above her stockings and slowly let it skim the area before finally bringing my mouth to her sweet pussy where I stay and inhale deeply. The smell of her sultry scent makes my mouth water and I know that I have to taste her. Now.

I quickly unfasten her stockings and savor sliding them from her beautiful legs. Each touch of my hand brings her chill bumps and when I rip the panties from her body she gasps and moans my name.

I smile and my confidence level rises.

I can do this.

My face goes right back to the sanctuary between her legs and I nudge her legs apart then let my tongue cover the promised land. Her enticing flavor coats my mouth as over and over again I thrust my tongue inside of her tasty pussy. Every inch of her is truly delicious and only mine to ever get to taste. Fuck.

That thought makes me moan deeply and I feel Ana's legs start to wobble. I very carefully push her legs onto my shoulders as I continue to kneel below her and when I know she's balanced, I stand with her body literally wrapper around my head.

Thankfully I know this room like the back of my hand and walk us over to the large bed that sits on the far side of the room. I bend and gently lay her delicate body on the silk sheets, all the while continuing to stand so I can finish my assault of her sex. She's a trembling mess and I know she's close to detonating. I bring a hand up the rest below her bellybutton and my thumb keeps its rightful place on top of her clitoris. I massage it lightly, making deliberate movements that are perfectly timed with the thrusts of my tongue and before I know it, she's screaming my name and clenching her thighs around my head.

Ahh, the satisfaction of owning her orgasm.

I smile as I pull away and see her laid breathless on the bed. Her hair splayed like a veil around her lovely face and her cheeks flushed. Her chest rises quickly and her tiny fists are still clenched to the sheets beside her. When she finally lets her eyes open, they land on me and I see the satisfaction in her eyes as I mentally first bump the air.

"Hi." I whisper to her as I stand between her legs while she continues to lie there. My hands trail up and down her delicious legs and I relish the feeling of the chill bumps that still raise on her heated skin due to my touch.

"Hi." She whispers back to me and gives me the most beautiful smile in the world. "You're overdressed, Mr. Grey." I glance down and realize I'm still in all of my clothes. "Let me."

She raises up and puts her hands on my waist line and lets them trail slowly up my abdomen to my chest where she begins to unbutton my shirt. She does this without taking her eyes off of mine and I start to breath heavily at this. It's like we're making love with our eyes and I feel the overwhelming need building up inside of me, begging, screaming to be let inside of her.

She's unbuttoned my shirt and left it hanging open to expose my front. "Mine." She tells me before bringing her enticing lips to my skin and kissing all across my chest.

I let my eyes roll back in my head and I tilt my head back and savor these intimate moments that even after all these years, still overwhelm me in the most wonderful way. She pushes away the shirt from my skin and it falls behind me. I slip my shoes off as her hands go to work on the buckle of my belt. When it opens, she makes quick work of undoing my buttoned pants and pulling down the zipper. When she pushes down my pants and lets them fall to my ankles, I bend to slide them the rest of the way off and take off my socks. As I stand before her, she eyes the raised fabric above my erection in my boxer briefs and swallows harshly. Her hands come to the waistband and her thumbs slip inside to pull them down. Her shoulders sag and she takes a deep breath when my erection springs free and bobs up and down for a beat. My underwear rests at my ankles and I smile that my wife still gets the same reaction out of my body after all these years that I still do for hers.

Her hand wraps around my erection and she strokes me slowly. I groan and put a hand to the side of her face and I look at her lovely face as she looks at mine while she continues to build up the pleasure that bottles inside of my body, aching for release. When I finally can't take anymore, I grasp her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth so that I can kiss it swiftly before picking her up. I scoot her further up the bed so that she rests in the middle.

"Stay." I tell her before making my way over to the set of drawers that holds all of my wife's favorite toys.

I open one to pick and item and then the bottom drawer to pick another.

I walk back over to my gorgeous Anastasia that lays among the red silk and I smile at what a perfect sight she is. All the apprehension that I had before we came into this room has vanished and in this moment I know it's just me and my girl.

"Hi, baby." I whisper to her when I come to the side of the bed to rest the items beside of her body. She looks to them and smiles brightly at me, so I know I've chosen well. "Ready to play, my love?"

She nods her head and licks her lips. I crawl to kneel between her feet and reach over to my first implement. The spreader bar. I latch it to her ankles and click the latch so that her legs spread even wider, making her gasp in surprise. She's breathing heavily, and so am I. The sexual energy between us can be felt in the air and I move up so that I'm now between her knees. I grasp the next device. A wand. I take my hand and place it on her throat. Her eyes flutter and I smile to myself. My hand slides down her perfectly tight, toned body and I let myself indulge in the feeling of her silky skin. When I reach her hip, I wrap my hand around it and let my thumb trace over her beautiful tattoo. Christian. I'll always rest on her body and the thought makes me moan.

My hand stays there and the other brings the wand to her breasts. I place it on the lowest setting and taunt one of her nipples. I bend forward and my mouth latches to the other so that both breasts are stimulated. My hand that rests on her hip starts to slide inwards and soon my thumb comes to her clitoris. It's still hard and throbbing from her early orgasm and I begin to massage it in the same speed as my sucking on her nipple. Soon, I switch hands to bring the wand to the nipple that was just in my mouth and I begin my excursion once more.

She's moaning and writhing beneath my touch and I know she's desperate to close her legs, but that wonderful spreader bar is keeping her wide open to me. I lean up and take my mouth away from her breast, and my fingers leave her clit as I trail the wand across her tits and down her taunt stomach. I notch it up to her favorite setting and let it wander around the flesh of her pussy, never once touching her clit again, even though her body begs for it, and I watch mesmerized as she moans loudly and breathes deeply while clutching the bed sheets in anticipation of the orgasm that I keep just out of reach.

Finally, I decide to bring her out of her misery and let the wand come to rest on her clit. No longer than 5 seconds later, she explodes miraculously and I selfishly dive my face into her pussy so that I can feel her pulse on my tongue and I can lap up the juices of her sensual arousal. When she comes down from her high, I don't give her long reprieve before I back away and flip her body so that she's on her stomach. I reach an arm around her so that I can pull her up to her knees and her ass is spectacularly on display for me. I reach for her wrists and attach them to the cuffs by her ankles.

"Okay?" I ask and she moans and gives me a breathy 'yes.' I smile and look at the sight before me; my gorgeous wife's completely open to me. "I'm going to take you now, sweet baby."

She groans in response and I grab the base of my erection to let it run up and down the length of her opening. I moan at the feeling of her wetness coating the tip of my cock and fuck, I know I'm not going to last long.

APOV

Oh, he's so not going to last long. He's not even inside of me and he's already giving that deep moan that he always has just before orgasm. I hear him take a deep breath and place both hands on my hips before sliding his cock deep inside of me. My mouth falls open in silent appreciation and he lets out that throaty moan again.

I know my husband and I can guarantee he's trying to talk himself out of coming right now.

CPOV

Do not come. Do not come. Do not come. You are not some adolescent that can't control his orgasm, Grey. You are a grown man and know control. Buck up!

I shake my head and let myself slide out of Ana's tight pussy and my mouth falls open in such appreciation for her perfect body. Her perfect… everything. Damn, I want to come so badly. One wrong move and I'm scared I'll be a goner far sooner than I should be.

APOV

Let's have some fun. I nudge my backside and let him come back farther inside of me and he lets out a strangled noise that makes me fight the giggle trying to escape my throat.

"Ana." Christian says in what he tries to attempt as an authoritive tone, but I can sense his closeness to the edge. I've come twice already and he's yet to have an orgasm, so let's do that again. "Ana, I mean it. Stop it or I'll come."

His voice his hoarse and full of sensual promise … my favorite. I clench my lower muscles around his erection that's buried deep inside of me and I feel him jerk behind me. Just one more, and I know he'll be coming…

"Ana!" He yells out and thrusts in and out of me three times as he works out his orgasm that fills me with hot, delicious load. "Ana." He whispers and bends over so that his forehead is in between my shoulder blades.

A few moments pass and then I know that I'm about to get a nice punishment fuck as he quickly pulls away from me and uncuffs my ankles and wrists. He throws the spreader bar off of the bed and twists my body over so that I'm on my back and he looks at me with dark desire.

"Like that did you? Make me come like some horny teenage boy? Hmm?" I bite my lip to stifle my laugh and his eyes shoot to my mouth, letting his eyes grown even hungrier. "Oh, Mrs. Grey…"

His hands land on my hips and quickly jerk me up to rest on my shoulders and he swiftly fills me with one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" I yell out in pleasure and surprise.

"Such a filthy mouth, baby." He murmurs in mock discipline and gives me no time to settle before he pounds into me at a killer rate. His cock slides easily in and out of me and he's hitting that sensitive spot deep inside of me and that has me writhing and jerking uncontrollably.

"Christian!" I yell in hopes that he'll understand my plea.

"I have you… I have you, baby." He knew exactly what I needed and soon is hammering into me as he starts talking dirty to me, making me clench tightly around him. "Oh, fuck, Ana. I love when you squeeze my dick like that. Shit, you're pussy was made for me, baby. Do you feel that? Feel me pulsing? You're going to make me come again, baby. You always make me come so hard."

And with that, I fall spectacularly over the edge and scream his name so loudly that I fear my throat will be sore later as a reminder of this orgasm. This orgasm that is taking over my body from head to toe.

My head feels light and the pleasure that's spreading through me has me wriggling in Christian's arms as he lowers my back to the bed again and bends me so that my knees touch my shoulders and he thrusts himself amorously before stilling and yelling my name as he falls into the same sea of pleasure I'm floating in right now.

My legs fall from above me and go to rest on either side of Christian as he collapses on top of me while still buried deep inside. For several minutes we both just bask in the afterglow of what was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, and I think the same for Christian. Eventually he lifts himself off and out of me and kisses my forehead before rolling over to lay beside me.

"How was that?" He asks me as his hand wanders from my stomach to my breasts and back again.

"You have to ask? Christian that was…" I smile at him because I lack the proper praise of the amazing sex we just shared and he smiles back shyly at me.

"Yeah, that was… beyond all expectations of this room." He says before moving his head to rest on my shoulder. "I love you." He whispers in my ear and kisses me gently there.

"Mm, I know. I love you too." I close my eyes and feel myself being pulled into sleep with a giant, satisfied grin on my face.

A/N

Well hello there. Quite a different look at 'the playroom situation' thru Ana's eyes. Christian's self depreciation made his mind turn EVERYTHING worse than reality. Hope ya liked! I've gotten a few PM's that have asked to do more 'Ana being naughty secretary' again. I like those, so I may just do that.

So, anyone notice who Grace said Mia was with when she as on the phone with Ana? Who is Tyler? Anyone remember?... :)

IF YOU FOLLOW 'THE OTHER MAN' a chapter is going up in the next hour or two, so LOOK OUT! I have another chapter to 'Remember?' also going up soon. Like tomorrow, I think.