Chp 7 Escape
It been a confusing couple of months. What started as an intervention in Chris's live has turn mine upside down. I've fallen in love with a sadist and dominate, who wants me in his playroom to beat and fuck. I could possible like the kinky fucking, it sounds and looks hot, but the beating. Well hell NO!
I need space to find myself, to stop being dependent on him. I think a weekend away would work, except Chris will unravel if I'm gone for that length of time. I must think about what to do. I sip my tea watching out the window of GEH office building two. I just finished with the PR people, I need some ideas that don't sound like I'm a failure, or quitting.
The car takes us to the Boeing field, we board an airplane for where I don't know. Once airborne we sleep in the bed in back, Chris won't say where we headed. I wake to the ravaging tongue in my crotch. Licking and driving me to ecstasy and heavenly bliss. I ride his face thru multiple orgasms. I lay spent in his arms. Drifting back to sleep.
Waking I look out the window to a fog shroud airport, like one of those film noirs I like. The eerie fog shroud airport hides a serial killer, or a monster. Or worse my mother. Christian opens the door, peeking in "Good your awake, freshen up, daylights burning" shutting the door. Daylight what daylight?
I exist the plane to a limo, I climb inside. We drive into the fog, Chris cuddle me to him. I feel safe and loved. Loved that word again, can I reconcile the word to the man. I hope so, I really do. I drift off to comfortable nirvana.
He nudges me, as we break free of the fog. Big Ben looms in the distance. England, frigging London England. Chris has brought me to England. I kiss him, deep and thankful, which turns into passion, I crawl up his body, straddling his lap and let our love embrace us.
All too soon the car arrives at the hotel, I step out on to the curb of the Brown Hotel in Mayfair. I twirl like a drunk schoolgirl, at the authors playground of Agatha Christie, Oscar Wilde, Doyle, Stoker, Stevenson, and Kipling. The jungle book was completed here. Christies "at Bertram Hotel" was inspirited by this place. A model of modern Victorian elegance and charm, I can't wait to take tea in the Tea room.
Christian is all smiles and glee at my childish display. The staid doorman is smiling at me in a fatherly way, I bet he's seen this before. "Christian this is perfect, just perfect, the author who have stayed here. WOW!"
He cuddles me to his side as we enter, checking in we retire to our suite to fresh up and change for a day playing tourist in the city. Chris hands me an itinerary for the week. Lake country, Moors, the places and things that inspired the English writers I love. The Austin, Hardy, Bronte, and all the rest.
He dances me about the room, stopping at the windows, for us to admire the view. The man without a heart, is showing how deeply buried it is, but it there: I just have to dig deeper, claw harder, show him love and praise for his efforts.
"Anna, I could wait forever to make love to you. But I don't think either of us can last much longer." Christian whispers to my ear, dancing me about the room
"Christian, you have me heart and soul, but I'm still holding you on trial. I'm still your blackmailer?"
"Anna, my love. You will judge me till I'm gray and bedridden. But your blackmail is long gone, babe. Because you've found my long-buried heart, cured my long-buried pains. You've made me see, want, need you like air and water, to live. To have a life. Tomorrow is known to no one. Now, right now, all I am, need, want is in my arms. Raspberry my chest." He laughs. I laugh as the we kiss.
We leave for a day of sightseeing in London, Christian has been here six time in the last two years and never seen anything, but factories, hotels, hotel bars. We are two lovers in London enjoying the world. Security is everywhere with us, put I pretend they're not here.
The tower, the royal museum, the cathedrals with their famous authors lay interned. We return to the hotel have dinner and head back out. Christian has gotten us ticket for a Jack the Ripper Tour.
The retired professor of English Literature is a delightful actor and ham. He brings the horror and suspense to the tale. The minute details and funny quirks of the investigation. All the suspected Jack's and reasons why and possible why nots.
By the end, I'm hiding in Chris's strong embrace afraid Jack is around the next bent in the walls. We laugh as we head back to the hotel, it's just a couple of miles. We walk and talk and just seal ourselves in a bubble of our love.
Day one: We motor early into the English countryside to the Lake country, tour the homes and authors of this holy place. We sleep in an Estate B&B and for the first time we have sex. Glorious sex.
The firelight from the 15th century hearth warms the room; the wine has drop my walls and made Chris bold and lusty. We piled the pillow and blanket on the floor before the fire. Naked we explore each other's bodies, oral delights of sixty-nine, blows into full hot intercourse sex.
He is a sex cyborg on a mission to kill me thru multiple orgasms. I lose count after eight in the first hour. after that is just drifting along on Chris love make. Everything is bright, happy, loving. I'm sure to be bowlegged in the morning. I ride Chris like a bucking bronc machine in the country western bar in Gray Harbor. I laugh poor Christian Grey doesn't know I won three bar trophies for the longest ride. Besides I needed the money for school.
I revel in the feelings, the touch, the massive orgasm that rock me. My sex god is an exhausted and smiling fool. I cuddle pulling the quilt over us. This week is going to be magical.
London the last day. We're exhausted and sated from our tour of authors and the place that inspired them. Marathon sex and kink. I never imagined myself an extrovert. But we've done in stately authors' homes, famous and unnamed forests, glens and flower gardens thru out the countryside. In cars, limos and even a land rover, on a train, plane and yesterday in a sun-room of a royal Scottish estate.
I lounge in a soaking tub, letting the sex of last night seep from my weary bones. I watch my man thru the open door. He's naked and hard at work on his laptop. Business never stops for him. I see him frown deeply and sputter to a rage. "Christian, scrub my back!" I scream.
"What wrong babe?" I ask as he set the laptop on the counter. He hits a key. Several photos of us on tour appear under the caption "Billionaire schooled in English Literature by Bobbysocks Coed" or "reclusive billionaire find happiness with barely legal schoolmarm" or the worst one from Kavanagh media "Sadist woman beater Grey forsakes business for sexless relationship with masochist gold-digger. To the rich of England for a price you too can have Miss Slutty Steele"
"Christian my phone"
I dial Fred "Hello Commander Fred, this is Commodore Steele, the Ferengi are at my door, plan 3d please. Yes, I did enjoy the tour, thank you and everyone else who help Christian plan this get away. See you in three days. Switch me to Welch._ Welch I just dropped plan 3-delta. Arrange for us to be in Monto Carlo for the next three days. Full publicity. Yes, I know but we need to fight fire with fire. Ok bye, bye"
"Christian we are going public in Monto Carlo tomorrow. Full bore. And objections?"
"yes, Anna just one. Marry me, don't say yes or no right now. Just think on it." Chris says scared to death I might say no. like that is even possible right now. He just took my virginity, stole my heart and won my love. I can't believe all in less than six weeks, he's proved to be human. Needy, scare, and even unsure of himself and me. His family is up in arms over us. Everyone is screaming slow down, take your time. But we are locked in this ever-tightening constriction of time and space. Isn't love grand.
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We walk down the Grand staircase into the grand foyer of the Casino de Monte-Carlo. It's like walking into a movie, Grace or Audrey would be jealous of little old me. I'm wearing close to a half million dollars in cloths and jewel. My satin spaghetti string floor length gown is more suite to Harlow than me, but I rock it none the less. I watched Chris, in his custom cut Tux, lie to me about the cost of everything. The jewels weight a ton, as I sparkle in the lights. The necklace must be a least four hundred thousand dollar. Precious and semi-precious stone run from the choker top to the large sapphire at the V of my cleavage. I don't care this is war, and more importantly a dream fantasy from my books.
Right now, as I descent the staircase, the world explodes in flashes from the maddening tabloid press. I smile and laugh at the questions, attack the insults and even win over a good number of the slimy sleaze balls. Christian is a rock of dominance and strength, literally traumatizing the helpless press. We float into the private Casino to gamble.
On the plane over, Christian asked why Monto Carlo? "because it one of Kate's fantasy, to have a rich man take her here like in the movies. Dripping in jewels and high fashion, gambling the night away. Fairy-tale stuff. Me I'd rather be at Disney or Universal in shorts and T. how about you?"
"I never gave it much thought till right now, mostly it where ever you are, but the Grand Casino was never close. I think Venice, Paris, Fiji, or even just Baffin Bay in the summer. Disney or Universal sound pretty good now." he smirks at me, stealing a kiss. I kiss him back with a hurricane force of passion and wants. Little Miss Me is very needy, horny and very edible according to my cyborg. We rush to the bed in back, we only have fifteen minute till landing in the Principality.
As we land. "So why are we here?" Chris ask
"Because it will drive her batty, that I have the life she dreams, no craves. She never saw me as a threat to her conquest. She just wanted a person to make her class work look good. Polish her resume, get her the valedictorian. Well the best way to get her to make a mistake, make her emotional about this."
"Ok bossy little thing, if it doesn't work, my way."
"Christian Grey, no one is stopping your WAY. This isn't chivalry, Marquis of Queensberry rules, feel free to hit them however you want, just check with Roz and Welch. So we don't get in the way of each other" I preach to him as light explode in his eyes, the Kavanagh Clan has kicked a hornet nest of pain and suffering. I giggle at hot vengeful Christian; my fresh panties are ruined. Around sex god I'm always prime and wet.
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The beginners' luck or karma is holding me rich tonight. I'm up three hundred grand, Christian is close to three million. We finish the play a head up to the suite. My money is going to Refugee and social welfare program in the Sudan. Chris's winnings are going into his European charity driving the food deliveries to war torn countries.
At the top of the stairs Christian sweeps me into his arms, kissing me. I see a hundred flash surround us like stars. We finally make it to bed around three am. Christian is asleep before me. I study his face, his lips, his hard body. The curve of his head, the dimple on his hip. The burn scars on his rugged chest. The soft strangely erotic head of his dick. I drift into a haze sleep of wildflowers and laughing children.
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We do a bunch of promo, from movies. Kate is fuming just a train ride away in Paris. The press even put a story of Kate being Jealous because Anna turn her down sexual. The story really humiliates her. The jilted lesbian, is getting her nothing but grief.
The phone rings, it's too dam early in the afternoon, after a late-night gambling and sex, wonderful hours of sex. I need to start that Pilates course when I get home, my aching muscles and very happily sore pussy. "Relax pussy, I'll take a nice hot relaxing bath. Ah oh Stop ringing you infernal machine. HELLO!"
"Well, Well whatever caused you to be so chipper at two in the afternoon Steele. Little brother keep you up in the twilight of dawn playing old maid?" Elliot tease me, the asshole
"No, your brother was banging my brains out at twilight, after I rode him so hard. I causing him to pass out. He tasted"
"STOP! TMI! TMI! You're a sick mental case after bro's corruption of you. We're in town, how about dinner at 6."
"Who's we pilgrim (in my worst John Wayne imitation)"
"I brought a date, acceptable I think? OUCH! hey behave Devon. Honestly what is with the women in our life; if you're not happy you just squeeze a poor Grey boy kidmakers. Hey. Stop that I'm on the Phone with my sister-in-law. Ok. Back to you Anna dinner at 6." Elliot is obviously carrying on two conversations with two girls. Me and the mysterious Devon, crunching Elliot's balls. I'm liking her already
"Elliot we're public here, are you sure? If so 6 pm main dining room Casino deMonte-Carlo. Dress to the nines, no jeans or casual. This is a PR attack on the enemies."
"Yes mama. We're at the Tux shop now. Devon has already got a dress. See you at Six. Tell little bro you have to much energy, he needs to rise to the males of the family, IE ME, standard of post coitus exhaustion. Got to go. Bye. Devon yessss, baby tongue!" Elliot hangs up but no soon enough. Devon is obviously on an oral fixation. I look longingly at my dead to the world CEO. Dom. sadist? My man, I smack his ass waking him up. "I'm taking a relaxing bath in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub. BUBBLE BATH in the Tub." He opens one eye, snores loudly and closes it.
I walk to the bath, start the water. Picking up the bath salts I start to pour in a little, YES! He grabs my body, molding me into his. The jar spills all into the tub. He lifts me and places me in the tub. Grabs the bubbles and dumps it in fully as well. The bubble explodes as he climbs in and pulls me down into his chest. Soon the bubble overwhelms the tub and most of the bath room. We don't care. Hidden in the bubble, like an armored shield. We find soft lips and gentle fingers, to soothe the afternoon away.
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Dinner
In the dining room is like a time machine transporting one to 1890 elegance. The room is awash in lights and colors. The walls reek of old world excess, and money. We wait for my gigolo brother-in-law to show up. I gape at the sight entering the Grand room. Elliot is shaved, slick haired, tuxedo to the nines, and looking like a James Bond villain. The woman on his arm is tall, nearly Elliot 6'4". She'll tower over my 5'6" for sure. Her hair is longer, to below her ass, braided in a complicated design. Her face should be on magazines, and fashion runways, I vague believe I've seen it there.
She seems ready for battle, the gown is a blue with a lace fringe very low cut front and back, sleeveless, fitting in perfect to opulent setting. They arrive, Christian rises; gentleman manners, Grace would be proud of the two young studs. Once seated, I smile as the introductions are made. I feel Christian stiff at the name. Devon Forman. I grab his hand and kiss his palm to distract the tone away from the coming fight.
Devon family is the British company Christian has been taking over, hostile takeover. It seems an ex-employee of GEH is to blame. Roz was publicly insulted. Christian feel justified in the revenge. I quiz both him and Devon on the cause and reality.
Devon is heartbroken to hear the takeover in nearly complete. Her mother is still fighting but it's done. Group de Forsmal is merging with GEH in ten days. Christian is not going to back down. Devon is radiating coming over the table to pound Chris.
A Tall elegant lady coughs next to the table. "Mom?" Devon squeaks "Please Mrs. Forman sit." I jump at the chance to settle the argument. The men jump to their feet, Assist the lady into a chair, Christian steals from another table. Elliot is looking very stressed at the meeting of his future mother-in-law for the first time. .
"Mr. Grey, I'm Mercedes Forman. My Daughter Devon is not authorized to speak on business matters. Having your brother drag her here is a personal insult to me and my family."
"Please, Mercedes, may I call you Mercedes, Devon is here as Elliot's date. Nothing more. There has been no insult. Furthermore, I believe that you and Christian could reach a good settlement to the merge, turning a hostile takeover to a white knight merger." I soften and maneuver the two stubborn people to solutions.
"I understand your in-need of capital and restructuring for your technology breakthrough. A family merger would be beneficial to both houses. Since is plain the two-black sheep of the families are head over heels. Would you say? a my proposal is worth further discussion after dinner." I speak unsure what Christian will say. I look about the table. It's stunned and shocked expressions
"I'm sorry Christian if I over step" I sputter till he kisses my quiet. "Anna, you are wasted in Publishing, you should be with me as a negotiator. You are amazing!" Christian speaks as the table erupts in praise and congratulations. Mercedes is beaming at me.
"You were right she is a sabretooth tiger" Devon tease Elliot. the dinner turns to a Family feast. Devon is just two year younger than Elliot and completely a match for him. She is a bi-athlete, marathoner, and champion rifle shot, when not working as an architect and structural engineer. The builder Elliot has met his partner in crime and business.
After dinner, we retire to the Casino. Playing and gabbing we bond as a group. Mercedes is named for the Dumas character down the coast. She is an genius electrical engineer specializing in micro-circuits, integrated systems and leader in the tech break thru, her company is poised to pioneer.
Christian and her arrange a shift in the merger. From hostile to family. She wants to go back to design and get out of the business end. Christian is more than willing to go along with this. This Bremer asshole is causing a lot of pain and suffering. Christian excuse himself for an hour to talk to Barney and Roz.
His return with champagne, heralds a new dawn. Devon and Elliot are worse than us. I watch how we must look. Love-sick and outrageous. We are a happy crew; the press will go nuts tomorrow
"BILLIONAIRE INDUSTRIALIST CHRISTIAN GREY AND HIS FIANCÉ ANASTASIA STEELE MEET NEWEST MEMBERS TO THE FAMILY. DEVON FORMAN'S, TWO-TIME WINTER OLYMPIAN SILVER MEDALIST BIATHLON, ACCLAIMED ARCHITECT AND ELDEST DAUGHTER OF MERCEDES FORMAN, DIRECTOR OF GROUP DE FORSMAL, IS CURRENTLY DATING CHRISTIAN GREY ELDEST BROTHER ELLIOT GREY, BUILDER AND GREEN TECHNOLOGY ADVOCATE. THE COUPLE WITH MRS. MERCEDES FORMAN DINED AT THE CASINO DE MONTE-CARLO GRAND DINING ROOM, BEFORE RETIRING TO THE CASINO. WHERE ALL THE WINNING WHEN TO CHARITIES.
MRS. FORMAN ISSUED A STATEMENT THAT THE RUMORED MERGER WITH GEH WAS TRUE, AND FINISHED TO EVERYONE SATISFACTION. THAT THE FAMILIES ARE JOYFULLY OPTIMISTIC IN THE RELATION BETWEEN HER DAUGHTER AND ELLIOT GREY. GROUP DE FORSMAL WHICH WAS SCHEDULED TO LAUNCH A REVOLUTIONARY LEAP IN TELECOMMUNICATIONS NEXT MONTH, WILL NOW BE UNDER THE GEH UMBRELLA. COO ROZ BAILEY ANNOUNCED THE MUTUAL MERGER, NOT THE HOSTILE TAKEOVER RUMORED BY THE KAVANAGH MEDIA LAST WEEK. MRS. BAILEY ANNOUNCED THE HOSTILE TAKEOVER OF KAVANAGH MEDIA BY GEH. THIS FOLLOWED SEVERAL PUBLIC BRAWLS BETWEEN THE GREY AND KAVANAGH FAMILY." CNN business news
"CHRISTIAN GREY AND HIS GIRLFRIEND, ANASTASIA STEELE, FINISHED THERE ENGLAND AUTHORS TOUR AT THE ROMANTIC CASINO DE MONTE-CARLO. MEETING THERE, BIG BROTHER ELLIOT AND HIS STATUESQUE NEW GIRLFRIEND DEVON FORMAN, HEIRESS TO THE GROUP DE FORSMAL FORTUNE, UPCOMING ARCHITECT AND TWO-TIME OLYMPIC SILVER MEDALIST.
HER EQUALLY TALENTED AND STATUESQUE MOTHER MERCEDES FORMAN, DIRECTOR OF GROUP DE FORSMAL. JOINED THE COUPLES FOR DINNER AND GAMBLING IN THE FAMOUS CASINO DEMONTE-CARLO. ALL THE WINNINGS DONATED TO CHARITY. THE TWO FAMILIES ARE JOINED IN ROMANCE AND BUSINESS, NOW THAT GROUP DE FORSMAL AND GEH HAVE MERGED. IT'S SEEMS THE BROTHERS ARE WEDDING BOUND. SOURCES INSIDE GEH STATE THAT CHRISTIAN AND ANASTASIA ARE MOVING AT A FAST PACE TO MATRIMONY. CAN BIG BROTHER ELLIOT BE FAR BEHIND?" NOZ MEDIA SEATTLE
"SADIST CHRISTIAN GREY PIMPING ANASTASIA STEELE TO THE ROYAL OF EUROPE. SURELY TO RAISE HER PRICE TAG. RUMORED AUCTION OF THE SUPER SLUT STEELE IS SCHEDULED TO TAKE PLACE AT BEGINNING OF NEXT MONTH. SOURCES INSIDE THE GEH STATE THE PAIR WAS IN CONSTANT ARGUMENTS DURING THE TRIP. ANASTASIA HAS NOT BEEN SEEN IN A BATHING SUIT IN MONTHS. SADIST WOMAN BEATER GREY IS KEEPING HER IN LINE, WITH FIST AND JEWELS TILL HE CAN SELL THE GOLD DIGGER TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER TO RECOUP HIS LOSSES.
KAVANAGH MEDIA PLANS A COUNTER TAKEOVER OF THE VULNERABLE GEH WHICH HAS LEVERAGED ITS CURRENT TAKEOVERS WITH JUNK BONDS AND STOCKS AND ILLEGAL FOREIGN LOANS. KAVANAGH MEDIA HAS ASKED THE JUSTICE DEPARTMENT TO INVESTIGATE THESE ILLEGAL ACTIONS." SEATTLE TIMES KAVANAGH MEDIA
Seattle:
I sit and watch the world unravel before me. Kavanagh has screwed my plans for Grey up. my revenge on him and those dyke ice queens he hires. I will destroy him, make him remember the insult to me, my reputation. I will have my day in the sun pissing on his grave and the bull dyke's. I race thru my options, nothing is workable, or even keeps me hidden from his hounds. I need to move my people into positions, but fear his hounds already at my trail. I need time and money to raise my vengeance to my lips and taste the sweet elixir victory.
I will bring my protégé to my house, feast him on the entails of the Grey family. Mia and Grace, Anastasia and this Devon. I focus inward at my needs and desires. I will have my revenge or my death.