Fifty Shades…Full Circle
Chapter 7
Christian and I are all packed and Taylor has the luggage in the car. I've so been looking forward to this weekend. Christian and me ….and Taylor. Just like the good old days.
"Good bye, son," Christian gives Teddy a big hug and a kiss. "You be a good boy for Gail and take care of things."
"I will. Bring me a cowboy hat, daddy," he asks.
"I'll see what I can do," Christian tells him.
I give him a kiss, "Be a sweet boy for me."
"I'll try."
Grace has her arms locked around Christian and doesn't appear to be letting go. "You be a good girl," Christian whispers to her as he peels her arms from around his neck and kisses her cheek. I give her a kiss and tell her good-bye.
"Gail, I'm sorry we're taking Taylor," I apologize to her.
"Don't worry. We'll be fine," she assures me.
Taylor opens the door to the SUV and I slide in and Christian is right behind me. Taylor starts the car and we are off for our weekend.
Christian reaches over and takes my hand and gives me a relaxed smile. "Did you get all your work done?" I ask.
"As much as it can be for now." He puts my hand to his lips and gives it a soft kiss and a squeeze. "Let's have a good weekend."
"I can't wait to see this plane. What does it look like?" I ask him.
"Well, it's long and cylindrical and there is a wing on each side and a tail in the back," Christian flashes me a big grin.
"I don't know why I even bother to ask you anything," I shake my head.
"Baby, it's a plane. You'll see it here in a few minutes," he assures me.
We pull up to the hanger where our old plane used to be at Sea-Tac and I gasp, "Is that it?" I ask him.
"Yep," he's got a huge grin on his face.
"Christian it's a damn airliner. What are we going to do with that?" I am still stunned.
Taylor finally stops and begins to unload the luggage. Stephen and the pilot from the agency greet us as we board the plane.
"Stephen introduces us. Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey, this is Robert; he is the pilot from the agency. He flew the plane out this morning."
"Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey. It's a pleasure." Robert extends his hand and Christian gives it a good firm shake.
"Robert. How was the trip out?" he asks.
"Excellent . Good weather all the way. It should stay that way for the return trip to Huston, sir."
We are introduced to the flight attendant, Isla, a tall, beautiful blond with a warm smile. She takes us to the seating area. On the way we pass a fully equipped galley.
"Christian this is huge. Do we need all of this?" I ask. "The other plane wasn't this big."
"When I bought the other one, I was a bachelor. I took my family places occasionally, but it was usually just me… and Taylor. I have a family now. We have two kids."
"But they're small kids. They don't need all this room."
"I know. But what if we want to take everyone on a trip? Or if I need to take people with me on a business trip?" he tries to convince me. "Just relax and enjoy the trip. Don't worry about it."
"Okay. It's absolutely beautiful. All the burled wood and white leather." I am really in awe.
"Let's walk to the back," he tells me. We pass through the lounge area and then the passenger seating. There is a partition separating the bedrooms, yes with an, 's', from the rest of the cabin. One has a queen size bed that converts to two twin beds with attached bath on one side of the fuselage . Then we pass by the bathroom with a small shower. It's all granite and dark wood. Finally in the very back is the master suite. There is a queen bed and an adjoining bathroom with shower. As well as a seating area with a sofa and a wet bar. To top it off, there is a flat screen TV in a wood cabinet that rises and retracts into the cabinet with a remote.
"Christian this is unbelievable," I am still amazed.
"Well, if I buy it, we'll have the interior redone," he assures me.
"But why? It's beautiful." I ask.
"Because I want it redone. It's sort of like sleeping on a used mattress. I want it new and to my specifications," he tells me. "Come on let's get to our seats so we can get ready to taxi."
"Christian and I sit in our seats and buckle up. Isla asks us if we would like a glass of champagne and we accept, of course. To my surprise it is Bollinger and it is delicious.
"Christian, how did they know our favorite champagne?" I ask him.
"When someone is about to spend this much money with you, you make an effort to find out what they like and make sure they get it."
Isla brings a tray of hot hors d'oeuvres and they are delicious. It's a little early for hors d'oeuvres, but we eat then anyway. Taylor is ensconced in a seat in the back. He declines the champagne, naturally, opting for coffee, but he does down a few of the tasty hors d'oeuvres.
Does it get any better than this? I don't see how it could. Unless we were on our way to the French Riviera, again.
"How long will it take us to get to Houston?" I ask him.
"About, three and a half to four hours, depending on the tail winds," he tells me.
"Christian. How much does this plane cost?" I ask.
"Why do you always want to know what things cost?" he wants to know. "We can afford whatever we want. Price doesn't matter. Am I ever going to convince you of that?"
"I guess I just grew up differently than you. We never had any excess money. I just learned to be conscious of what things cost," I try to explain. " I don't know that I'll ever get out of the habit of looking at price tags. And I want our kids to do the same thing. I don't want them taking money for granted. They need to understand that things aren't just given to you, that you need to work for what you get."
"Why? We can give our kids anything they want."
"You had to work for what you have. It wasn't a gift. I had to work the entire time I was in college to get through. Nothing was given to me either. I don't want them to be spoiled." I try to explain.
"But that's why I worked. So I could provide for my family; give them whatever they wanted."
"Christian, when you started your company, you had no idea that you would ever have a family. You were already a billionaire when I met you. You made that money for you," I scold him.
"Well, I knew I'd need it for something good someday," he shrugs. "I was thinking more like planes, cars and girls at the time, but it all worked out," he gives me a toothy grin.
"How much can girls cost?" I ask him and frown.
"Oh, they can be quite expensive sometimes," he cocks his head and gives me a look.
"I guess so, if you buy them cars and clothes and supplement their bank accounts." I give him a big smirk.
"Well, luckily I found THE girl and could stop looking. I like it a lot better this way," he squeezes my hand.
"I'm glad I was the right girl, because you sure were the right guy."
"Okay, enough champagne , Mrs. Grey." He takes my glass and gives me a sweet kiss.
After a beautiful trip we finally land in Houston. The plane taxis down to the building of the agency handling the sale. We disembark and are greeted by the broker in charge of the sale.
"Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey, I'm Jeff Lindley, welcome to Houston." He is an attractive young man. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, very well built. He is dressed casually as are we. Christian and I shake his hand. "I hope you had a pleasant flight."
"Yes. Quite pleasant," Christian assures him.
"And the flight crew? Did you get everything you needed?" he asks.
"Yes. Yes, everything was satisfactory," Christian tells him. Satisfactory, hell it was spectacular in my opinion.
"Well. Would you like to go to your hotel and settle in?" he asks.
"Yes. That would be preferable," Christian tells him.
"Very good. We have your car right here and your driver is Joseph. He will make sure you get to the hotel safely. Your reservations are confirmed and there is no need to check in, we've taken care of all that for you. We have you at the Hotel Za Za in the Tycoon Suite. I'm sure you'll find it more than satisfactory. We have dinner reservations for eight p.m. Joseph will return to pick you up at seven-thirty. Jackets required of course."
"Thank you." Christian says.
"Very good, Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey. Please don't hesitate to contact me if anything is not to your liking. Until eight p.m. then."
Christian and I slide into the limousine and Taylor gets up front with the driver.
"Hotel Za Za?" I ask. "What is a Hotel Za Za?"
"Sounds trendy. That's code for expensive," he says.
We arrive at the hotel and it looks innocuous enough from the outside. Walking inside I understand what Christian meant by trendy. Different would be a good description, but very elegant. The hotel is on the museum district and it fits in. We make our way up to the Tycoon suite and I about choke when we walk inside. It looks like the red room only elegant and without the instruments of torture. It is so different, so….so…. trendy.
"Christian. Look at this place. And look at that view!" Walking out on the balcony, there is a total view of downtown Houston highlighted by the sunset in the background. As I turn to leave I notice a bath tub on the balcony. Not a Jacuzzi. A bathtub with running water! My god who came up with this concept? Everything is overdone, but so different and so elegant.
I notice the pictures on the wall and point them out to Christian. They are of "Tycoons", thus the name Tycoon Suite. There is Richard Branson, Bill Gates, Oprah Winfrey, that Buffet guy, Warren. Warren Buffet. "Christian. Your picture isn't up there."
"I'd better never fucking catch it up there either," he scoffs.
"Do you like it?" I ask him.
"Well, it's certainly interesting. I does have a sexy feel to it…sort of dark and ….sensual. I think we can put it to good use," he nods as he fidgets with his wedding band and surveys the room.
Walking into the bedroom, the walls are dark and the bed is overstuffed and half covered in pillows. The colors are gray and yellow and brown. The headboard of the bed is made of a huge baroque mirror that is almost the size of the bed. That's a bit kinky. The bathroom has a huge walk in shower with a large tub in the same enclosure and a sculptured toilet as well as a bidet.
There are several concept suites here but the Tycoon is The Suite. This place was tailor made for us. The porter leaves us and Christian wraps his arms around me from the back. He kisses my neck. "I can see you naked, spread eagle and tied to every surface in this place, Mrs. Grey." He whispers against my neck.
I giggle. "It is pretty fucking neat, isn't it?" I turn to him and kiss him. "Maybe we'd better eat a light dinner."
I get our things unpacked and put away while Christian, taps away on his phone. I'm waiting for the laptop to appear at any moment. The cooler has been stocked with several bottles of Bollinger and Christian has opened one and poured us a glass. I walk in and flop on the sumptuous sofa next to him and put my head on his shoulder. "I laid out your suit for you."
"Thanks baby," he's still on that phone.
"I thought you took care of everything before you left?" I ask him playing with his hair and twirling it with my fingers.
"I did. Just a few loose ends. That's all," he tosses his phone on the coffee table and pulls me to him taking my mouth with his. I can feel his weight on me as he pushes me back on the sofa. "I'm not paying enough attention to you, am I?" he murmurs.
I giggle and squirm as he kisses my neck. "Don't worry; I'll see that you do."
"We don't have time for anything elaborate. You want to do it right quick?" he grins down at me.
I nod eagerly, "Yes, please."
Christian gets up and balances on his knees as he pulls his shirt off over his head revealing his incredible body. I wiggle out of my jeans as he undoes his zipper and yanks his jeans and boxers off. Before I can get my top off he is on me, kissing me and engulfing my mouth with his. He grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head and yanks my bra up freeing my breasts. Before I can catch up to him, he has picked me up and folded me over the arm of the sofa on my belly. Without any hesitation I feel the sensation of him filling me. Before I can adjust he withdraws and then enters again. He places his hands on my hips and pulls me to him, jerking me back to meet him. This is so fast and so wild; it is such a turn on that I feel my arousal building quickly.
We are synchronized with our primal need to fuck and I can feel my breathing become ragged as my body is racked with desire, with need.
Christian's breathing is becoming coarse as he continues to feed his need to fuck. "Are you ready?" he asks.
"Almost. Just don't stop." I beg.
"Don't worry. I'm going to fuck you until you come," he growls.
I can feel my belly beginning to quiver and with one final soft stroke, I am gone. My body has taken over and I have lost control. "Ah, ah, ah. Christian!" I pant as I accept the carnal seizure that has swept my body. I tense and begin to tremble against the soft overstuffed arm of the sofa; quivering and shuddering beneath him. Finally the spasms wane and I collapse like a rag doll. Christian grabs my hips and I am helpless to assist him as he controls the final act and I can only become a bystander. Finally I feel him tremble. "Oh! God! Fuck!" he hisses and I know his orgasm has taken him. In a moment he collapses over on me and I feel his heart beating out of his chest against my back as his breathing begins to slow. The warmth of his breath settles on my skin as he softly kisses my shoulders.
"I really like this room," he whispers. He is finally able to stand and he withdraws from me. Putting his arms around my waist he pulls me to my feet and turns me to face him. I am almost senseless. He brushes my wet hair from my face and sweetly kisses me. "I guess we should get a shower and get dressed," he tells me still trying to catch his breath.
I nod in agreement and we head to the bathroom and get cleaned up for dinner. Really all I want is a nap.
We get the call that Joseph is waiting for us, so we make our way to the elevator for the trip down to the lobby. The electricity always sparks in an elevator for us. "Calm down Mrs. Grey. We'll have plenty of time after dinner," he winks at me. Joseph is waiting with the limo and he opens the door for us as we slide in. He pulls away and we begin our trip to the restaurant.
"You'll be dining at the Capital Grille with Mr. Lindley and his guest," Joseph explains.
"Hmm. Wonder who his guest is?" I ask Christian.
"Probably the flavor of the month," he tells me.
"What?"
"Whoever he's fucking at the moment," he explains.
"Oh. I see."
We arrive at the restaurant and Jeff and his date are waiting for us.
Jeff extends his hand, "Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Lisa Padgett. Lisa this is Mr. and Mrs. Christian Grey."
"Hello. Nice to meet you both," she greets us with a warm smile. She is very pretty. Not too tall about 5'6". Very good figure, breasts have probably had a little help from her surgeon. Her blonde hair is….big. What is it they say? The bigger the hair, the closer to god? She is dripping in gold jewelry and a very tight designer dress and stilettos. A little on the fake side, but she seems very nice. She matches Jeff.
At the table Christian and Jeff talk planes and business. Jeff seems to be trying to pick Christian's brain for business tips. Christian isn't giving away any free information.
Christian orders the Porcini Rubbed Delmonico with 12-year aged Balsamic, Lobster Mac and Cheese and Grilled Asparagus. I have the Seared Tenderloin with Butter Poached Lobster Tails, Au Gratin Potatoes and Fresh Green Beans with Shallots and Heirloom Tomatoes. Jeff orders the Cold Shellfish Platter for the table as an appetizer. We finish off with Crème Brûlée and Fresh Strawberries Capital Grille. Jeff leaves the wine choices up to Christian, a decision he may regret, since Christian orders exactly what he wants, price is not a concern. If Jeff isn't careful, Christian will eat through most of his commission.
After we finish Lisa and I excuse ourselves to the ladies' room. She is actually a pleasant girl, not much younger than I am. We wash our hands and freshen our make-up. "Mrs. Grey," she starts.
"Please stop that and call me Ana," I tell her.
"Ana. Without being too forward, how in the world did you meet Mr. Grey?" she asks.
"I interviewed him for the college paper and one thing led to another. Here we are eight years and 2 no 3 children later."
"Three?" she queries.
"We recently lost a child," I tell her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she has a pained look on her face.
"It's still pretty fresh; only a couple of months ago, but we are making it." I give her a sympathetic smile.
"Mr. Grey is just so,…. so,….. well excuse me, but so damn handsome and rich. How in the world did you get him to commit? I've been dating Jeff for over four years and I can't seem to tie him down."
"Maybe that's the problem. No one want's to be tied down," I tell her. "Mr. Grey and I only knew each other for a couple of months before we married. It was just one of those things. We knew from the start that we were meant for each other. There was never a question that we wouldn't end up together. Well maybe once in the beginning. We had a silly misunderstanding, but we worked it out."
"Really? How did you know?" she asks.
"From the moment we met, we never wanted to be with anyone else." I turn to her. "Look. Just be yourself. Don't try to be anyone you're not just because you think that's what he wants. Allow yourself to love him without reservation and accept him for who he is. He will probably fall on occasion, but if you want to stay with him, forgive him and never throw it back in his face. But, stand up for yourself. Just because you love him doesn't mean you have to let him run all over you. And it never hurts to fuck like rabbits. Let yourselves enjoy each other. You've got to have fun and joy in your lives."
"That sound like good advice, " she nods.
"So far, it's worked for us." I tell her. "Let's get back out to them."
I can tell Christian is getting tired and frankly so am I. We have a big day tomorrow and should probably get some rest. Besides I have plans for Mr. Grey. He looks so tired; they may have to wait until tomorrow.
We part company and I thank Jeff for a lovely evening. Christian doesn't. He expected it and would have been pissed if he hadn't had a lovely evening.
Arriving back to the hotel we are back in our unusual room. "Well, that was an interesting evening," I tell him.
"Really? What about it was so interesting?" he asks as he shrugs out of his jacket and unbuttons his shirt.
"It seems that Lisa and Jeff have been dating for four years and she can't get him hogtied and to the alter. She asked me how I was able to land someone so handsome and rich."
"She should have asked me how I was able to land someone so beautiful and stubborn," he grins at me as he walks over and unzips my dress for me.
"I told her it was mutual. I told her to stop trying to land him and just love and accept him."
"Baby if they've been dating four years and he hasn't proposed yet, she might as well move on," he tells me as he slides my dress down and it pools on the floor.
"Oh, Christian, how do you know? You never dated anyone four years. It may just be taking him a while. They're young." I admonish him as I take off my earrings.
I can feel his hand glide across my skin softly skimming my belly as he nips at my ear. Leaning back against him his hands unhook my bra and it drops from my shoulders then he cups my breasts with his hands, softly kneading them from behind.
He moves my hair out of the way and kisses my neck. I give him a soft moan and lean my head over giving him better access. His breath is warm and moist against my skin as I put my hands over his and he tweaks and pulls my nipples. "I also told her to fuck like rabbits."
"Mmmm. Sounds like good advice he whispers in my ear." His hand skims my abdomen and slides beneath the satin of my scant panties. I gasp as I feel him. He holds me tight with his other arm and caresses me again and again until I am quivering with each sensual contact. Writhing against him I feel him grow against my back. He continues to stroke me and kiss my neck until my legs begin to give way beneath me. He is holding me around my waist with his other arm keeping me pressed against him.
"Do you want to go out on the balcony and get in the tub?" he whispers.
"No," is all I can gasp. "Not on the balcony." I'm panting trying to catch my breath. "Please. Oh, God, please." I whisper.
"Please what?" he asks against my ear.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop," I beg him.
"I have no intention of stopping, baby," I hear softly against my neck.
It's all I can do to keep my feet on the floor as he circles and rubs and is driving me to the brink. "I can feel you quiver every time I touch you," he whispers.
"Yes. Yes." I breathe. My body is tingling and my skin is on fire. I writhe against him with each stroke and grind against him. I am his captive as he holds me tight against him. I can't escape the delicious torture his fingers are inflicting on me and I don't want to.
"Fuck you're quivering. It's almost time for those toes to wiggle." I can feel him smile against my neck. My breathing is ragged and I am so close I am almost insane with desire. My body is aching, begging to reach its climax. I want to cry I'm so close to exploding against him.
"That's my good girl. Just let yourself go, baby."
"Oh, Christian!" I almost scream out as my mind becomes a blank and my world centers itself on his fingers. I can feel the intense pulling in my legs that makes its way to my groin and I begin to realize the clenching and releasing that he has forced on me. I can't speak as my body convulses against him. Shuddering and shaking, I finally go limp in his arms. "Shit!" is all I can say.
He removes his fingers and pulls me up and turns me to face him. He quickly seals his mouth to mine and greedily consumes it. "God you taste good," he whispers against my sensitive lips.
"Christian. I want you. Please." I beg him.
"I know baby," he whispers. "I'm going to give you what you need."
Christian moves me toward the bed and pushing me back on it he follows me and hovers over me. He grabs the waistband of my satin thong with both hands and shreds it pulling the tiny bit of lace and satin from my body. I lean up and unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks. As he springs free I yank them from his hips forcing them down his legs. He is near my face and I take him in my hands and then sheath him with my mouth. "Oh, shit." He gasps as he trembles and leans forward. I watch him as he shudders and gasps. "Baby. Baby wait," he gasps. Then he fists his hands in my hair. "Oh, my God. Don't stop. My God." I can see him unravel above me as I continue to torture him. "Ana. Ana. You're gonna' make me come, baby… Oh, fuck I don't care. " He growls. I continue to glide him in and out until I hear his tortured gasp. "Fucking, shit!" he hisses. I can feel him tense and shudder over me as the warm liquid leaves his body. "My god, baby. I wasn't expecting that." He whispers as he falls to the bed beside me. I roll over and he takes me in his arms as his heart beats out of his chest and his breathing begins to return.
"I like Houston, so far." I tell him.
"Me too," he grins.
After showering we are snuggled down in the downy bed. I think we are both worn out with the flight, sex, dinner, more sex. I love the feel of the satin sheets and Christian enveloping me. It doesn't take long for us to fall asleep.
Dawn breaks over Houston and Christian is already up and on his laptop. I can hear him tapping away in the other room.
"Christian! Christian Grey!" I yell into him.
He appears in the doorway. "Yes?" he asks. "Did you need something?"
"What are you doing on that darned computer again?" I ask really perturbed.
" I was working out some specs on the plane if you must know," he answers.
"I wanted to wake up with you and you weren't here," I pout.
He throws himself on the bed and crawls up next to me, "Well, I'm here now. Pretend you're just waking up," he grins.
He leans over me and kisses my neck and I relax under him. "That's much better," I tell him.
"You are getting demanding. Most men wouldn't be able to keep up with you. You're lucky you married me," he smiles.
"No. You're lucky you married me. Most women couldn't keep up with you."
"Well, I guess we're lucky we found each other or we both would be very disappointed with marriage," he buries his head in my neck.
Without saying a word he parts my legs with his knee and as I lift my hips he slides in for our good morning sex. It's not real fancy this early. Christian buries his head in my neck and thrusts away until we both are wasted and satisfied. Breakfast of champions!
Christian and I kiss each other and roll around in the soft bed until there is a knock on the door. He quickly gets up and throws a robe on as he answers the door. It is breakfast. He has ordered coffee and tea with eggs Benedict for me and an omelet and O'Brien potatoes for himself, toast and cut fruit. I throw on my robe and splash water on my face then meet him at the table to have our morning meal.
"Thanks baby. This looks good," I tell him.
"Mmm. It is good. I'm hungry," he gets out between bites. "They're going to pick us up about 9 to go out to the agency and start this plane buying business."
"Okay. I'm not sure what I can do," I tell him.
"You don't have to do anything. Just sit there and look cute," he winks at me.
"I think I can do that."
"We just need to work out the refurbishing and then negotiate price. It shouldn't take too long. Then we are free to enjoy ourselves."
"So you don't really need me?" I ask.
"Yes. I really need you. Don't you want input on the remodeling?" he asks.
"I didn't know I was allowed input," I tell him.
"Of course you are. I need your approval."
"Well, if you need my approval, I'll certainly be there," I say sarcastically.
We finish up breakfast and dress. We have time for one more cup of coffee before Joseph calls for us.
Once at the agency, Christian , Jeff and Stephen walk out to the plane and get immediately into the specifics of the plane. Stephen is there giving his opinion on plane things. Hell. I don't know anything about planes.
I decide to sit in the office and wait until they have finished this part of the transaction. I grab a magazine and settle into a comfy chair.
"Ana." I hear my name. I look up and don't see anyone I know. "Ana Grey!" I look up again and see him.
"Paul?" I ask in amazement. "Paul Sanders?" I stand up as he walks over and gives me a hug. "What in the world are you doing here?" I ask him.
