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Chapter 7 – A Brand New Chapter
Past eleven o'clock late Sunday night, Christian, Ana and Ted finally arrive home after a fun-filled family day at Vancouver Island. Christian is carrying a bundled up, sleeping Ted. Ana follows him to the nursery to help undress and put the dreaming infant to bed.
"Poor Teddy's worn out. He really got a kick out of that aquarium," Ana whispers. "He most certainly did. I can't wait to take him whale watching there on the island this summer," sighs Christian, looking forward to the day. "He will definitely like that," Ana smiles before placing a gentle kiss on Christian's lips.
Christian presses the last snap on Ted's yellow fleece onesie, and before lowering him into bed, Ana places a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead. "Goodnight my sweet prince," she whispers to a snoozing Ted. Christian covers Ana's kiss on Ted's forehead with one of his own before placing him in the crib. Ana then bundles him with his blanket and quilt, while Christian turns off the dimmed light, allowing the nightlight to awaken and project a half moon hologram onto the ceiling.
"So, are you still going to the office tomorrow? You know, the 21st is a government holiday," Christian says as he and Ana both lie in bed.
"Yes, I told you that I was going in," Ana yawns. "GP is open tomorrow…and so is GEH, for that matter," she adds.
"We were out until late tonight. Are you going to be okay going in?"
"Yes. I told you that the writer we're trying to sign wants to meet tomorrow to talk about his next book."
"You can always come in late. You are GP's CEO, after all."
"Christian, I still need to set a good example for the team. I already feel bad that I don't come in the office every day."
"You know…you really don't have to work," Christian teases.
"Christian. Goodnight," sighs Ana.
"I love you, Mrs. Grey."
"Good morning, Ana! Here's your tea," Hannah says as she walks alongside her to Ana's office.
"Thanks Hannah. How was your weekend?"
"It was great. Jesse and I went to the movies on Saturday, then we stayed home all day Sunday and binge-watched old Law and Order reruns," Hannah laughs.
"Sounds like the perfect weekend. I love lazy Sundays," smiles Ana.
"So, you guys do anything fun?" Hannah asks.
"Yes, and I need another weekend to recover from my weekend," Ana sighs.
"That wild, huh?"
"Yes. Christian and Teddy let me have a girls' night out on Saturday. Dinner and three clubs later, we girls ended up crashing briefly at Christian's and mines apartment downtown. I didn't get back home to the boys until nine o'clock Sunday morning. Then at eleven, the boys and me left home to spend the day on Vancouver Island. We took Teddy to see the fishies at the aquarium," Ana recalls. "Now I know why you're so exhausted," Hannah says sympathetically.
Changing lanes, Hannah gives Ana a work-related update. "So, I got a call first thing this morning from Bryan Ashford, and I put him on your schedule from eleven o'clock until two o'clock. I figure you would want a lunch meeting with him like you did with his agent last Thursday."
"Good. Why don't you book a conference room and then order in lunch from the deli. Have it brought in at 12:30. Make sure you order enough for you and Claire," Ana winks.
"Sure," smiles Hannah in appreciation. "Oh, by the way, Roach is in. He wants to update you on the writer's conference," Hannah adds.
"Great, I'll go see him right now and get a quick update before I prep for this afternoon," Ana replies.
"Ashford's keynote speech last week in New York was quite profound, Ana. He was by far one of my favorite speakers there. Very bright young man," Roach says in his deep, robust and authoritative voice. Ana is seated on the coach opposite Roach's desk.
"So, he's coming into the office today," Ana smiles.
"He's here in Seattle?"
"Yes. He has a second home in the Seattle area and a primary residence in Chicago, where he's originally from. Anyway, we're meeting in Conference Room 2 at eleven o'clock. We're having lunch brought in if you'd like to join us."
"Sure. However, I do have a conference call with marketing about the Boyce Fox book launch. Then, I'll be free at 12:30."
"Great, just in time for lunch. I'll have Hannah add you to the headcount."
"Fantastic," Roach replies, enthusiastically.
"Oh, I forgot to ask…how did dinner go with Bryan last Thursday in New York?" Ana inquires.
"It went great! I found out that his uncle went to Yale the same time I went there. Ashford's a human literary encyclopedia. At dinner, he assessed some of the great literary giants. Oh, he also taught creative writing at Loyola in Chicago."
"Impressive," Ana replies.
"He's a very impressive young man. Anyway, I look forward to seeing him again this afternoon. I could also tell that he is very introverted, but that aside, he was an absolute gentleman," Roach informs.
"By the way Jerry, I wanted to run something by you, and please share this news with Kay. I'm in the process of finalizing a proposal asking GEH for legal resources in order to withdraw Bryan Ashford from his current publishing deal. I am also requesting analytical projections based on current web buzz. I want to justify the amount of money we plan on spending in legal fees as well as on marketing," Ana explains.
"You have my full support, Ana. We must grab Ashford before someone else does. I see our revenue doubling, if not tripling by the end of this year if we strike now while the iron is hot," preaches Roach.
"Agreed. I'll send you and Kay the final draft by three o'clock today. I'll expect feedback by end of day tomorrow, and then I'll submit the final signed proposal to GEH first thing Wednesday morning."
"Excellent. I will get marketing to put together a promotion plan so as soon as Ashford's on board, we can hit the ground running."
"Good thinking, Jerry. We'll be proactive and maximize the full calendar year this way," Ana smiles.
"My thoughts exactly," replies Roach.
"By the way, I have a copy of Bryan's current publishing deal. I'll get it scanned, and a copy will go to GEH's legal department when the time comes. In the meantime, I'll send a copy of it to the talent and contract teams today and have them propose a better deal. If Bryan and Martha are good with the tentative GP deal, we'll move forward with legal."
"Sounds like a plan, Ana!" Roach concurs.
"Great Jerry. We'll see you at 12:30," Ana says, exiting Roach's office.
Ana sits back at her desk and takes another sip of tea before checking her email.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Dreams Do Come True
Date: January 21, 2013 9:32
To: Anastasia Grey
Hello Mrs. Grey and Happy MLK Jr. Day.
I hope your morning is off to a good start. I have a parade of meetings coming up shortly. I also know that you are hard at work today in hopes of signing that new writer. As today is a day where we celebrate 'A Dream', I hope that your dream comes true. My dream came true back in July of 2011 when you made me the happiest man alive after saying, "I do."
Since we're both tied up in meetings, we probably won't touch base until home tonight. Let me know if you need anything to move along your efforts.
And lastly, as you tell me time and time again, make sure you are delegating to others as needed. Don't take on more than you need to. You are at GP because you love to read. Leave the boring office politics to your friendly neighborhood megalomaniac CEO, who happens to be your loving husband.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Christian's email brings a loving smile to Ana's face.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Dreams Do Come True
Date: January 21, 2013 10:15
To: Christian Grey
My Dear Mr. Grey,
Today is off to a great start. If my morning so far is a cake, then your email is the icing. And like you, my dream has already come true. I could not ask for a better husband and lover for me, and father for Teddy. Mr. Christian Trevelyan Grey, you are my everything.
And don't worry; I have a proposal in the works for the project I am currently working on. Therefore, you and your staff will receive marching orders very soon.
I'll see you tonight when you get home. Hopefully, I'll be tied up in something else other than meetings.
I love you – ARG x
Anastasia Grey
CEO, Grey Publishing
From: Christian Grey
Subject: I See What You Did There
Date: January 21, 2013 10:19
To: Anastasia Grey
Mrs. G.,
You took something innocent I said ("tied up in meetings"), and you made it into something dirty. You are a very naughty girl, Anastasia. And you know what happens when you are naughty.
Also, I still have that text you sent me Saturday night. You wanted to do something to my face?
Yep. You're toast tonight, Mrs. Grey. At least two shades-worth.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Mmmm…Toast!
Date: January 21, 2013 10:23
To: Christian Grey
Mr. G.,
I hope that's a promise and not a threat. I will enjoy sitting on your face tonight.
I need to prep for my meeting in a half-hour. I really, really look forward to seeing you at home this evening.
ILY – A x
Anastasia Grey
CEO, Grey Publishing
'It's approaching two years since I've met this man and he still gives me butterflies. What have I done to deserve his love?' Ana reflects on her time thus far with her one and only true love. 'Wow. I'm Mrs. Christian Grey, mother of Theodore Raymond Grey. If anyone would have told me two years ago that this would be my fate, I wouldn't have believed them.'
Ana's desk phone rings in the middle of her reverie.
"Ana Grey," she answers.
"Ana! It's Martha!"
"Hey Martha! How's it going?"
"It's going great. I'm in the car with Steven heading to another house showing. I just wanted to check in with you. I know you're meeting with Bryan in fifteen minutes or so."
"Yes, we'll be meeting for a couple of hours. I wish you were here!"
"So do I, but we have to get a house and find Mr. Newsome a job," Martha laughs.
She continues, "Anyway, I wanted to know if you were free for lunch on Wednesday. That's if you're in the office. I wanted you to meet my Steven. I also wanted to invite Christian if he's available."
"That would be great! I'd love to meet Steven. As far as Christian, I'll have my people call his people since he can be difficult to pin down…being the hot shot that he is and all," Ana laughs.
"Understood. Let's go ahead and plan for lunch at 12:30 on Wednesday and hope that Christian can join us. How does that sound?"
"Works for me!"
"Good. I had the time of my life with you girls this weekend. I really needed that," Martha says in a sincere tone.
"Yes, it was something," Ana laughs, nervously.
"Kate actually called me on Sunday night. She definitely wants to do that again," reveals Martha.
"Yes, Kate was on a roll Saturday night," sighs Ana.
"Oh, and I've already told my brother-in-law Skyler about Mia. He's going to give her a call tonight."
"Oh boy," Ana says, at a lost for words.
"Trust me, I know what I am doing. Either she's going to fall madly in love with Sky, or she'll have Mr. Ethan eating out of the palm of her hand. It's a win-win for Mia!" encourages Martha.
"Alright, Martha," Ana laughs with skepticism.
"Well Ana, I wont keep you. Bry should be there shortly. Oh...just a warning," Martha adds. "A warning?" Ana says, now alert.
"Yes. I know you met Bryan this past weekend, but he can be pretty intense, especially to other fellow literary nerds. Don't let that freak you out. He's as harmless as a fly. Don't let him intimidate you."
"Okay," Ana says, confused.
"Some people get turned off by him. He can be curt. He can even talk down to you if he doesn't agree with your opinion."
"Martha my dear," Ana starts. "I really hope you get a chance to meet my husband on Wednesday. I guarantee that Bryan Ashford has absolutely notta on Christian Grey. I got this!"
Martha laughs, "I can't wait to meet him. Anyway, I'll let you go. Call me if you need anything."
"Will do Martha. See you Wednesday!"
"Thanks Ana for taking a meeting with me on such short notice." Bryan Ashford is seated in the conference room. He is wearing black dress slacks, black shoes, white dress shirt with very thin blue pinstripes buttoned down just below the collarbone, and a navy blue sports jacket.
Sitting directly across from Bryan is Ana, wearing a square neck, knee length black dress with white pearls and designer black patent leather pumps. Her hair sits up in her signature messy bun.
"It's a pleasure to have you here at Grey Publishing," Ana smiles. "By the way, Jerry Roach who you met last week will be joining us in here for lunch in an hour and a half."
"Great. It was fun meeting with him. He knows his stuff," Bryan smiles.
"That he does," chuckles Ana.
"So, when do we start printing my books?" Bryan cuts through the chase.
Ana chuckles, "As soon as we can get you out of that crappy contract with your current publisher."
"So, you've seen the contract?"
"Oh yes. Martha gave me a copy. I reviewed it yesterday morning and I know why you are so unhappy with your current deal."
"Yeah, I didn't have a clue what I was getting myself in to when I signed that a few years back. Martha came on board after the fact. If she was with me beforehand, she wouldn't have let me sign that deal."
"I hope to get our parent company's legal dream team in the ring by the end of this week, beginning of next week if all goes according to plan," Ana reveals.
"Why not today?" Bryan pushes.
"Well, it's not that easy. I need to get the approval before legal can go to bat for you."
"Parent company, you say? Doesn't your husband run the show?" Bryan frowns.
"Yes," Ana replies, quite amused at the question and wondering where this is headed.
"Can't you just make a phone call and they'll do whatever you say? You are a mogul's wife, am I right?" he says in a patronizing tone.
'Oh, this is the Bryan Ashford that Martha was warning me about,' Ana recalls in her thoughts.
"No, Bryan. There is this thing called a 'workflow.' Everything we spend big money on has to go through a process. So if we ever get accused of cheating the system, we'll have the paper trail showing all of our ducks in a row. It keeps us from losing our ass in a potential lawsuit. So no, I can't ask my husband over dinner to make his top legal muscle work over 100 man hours on just a handshake." Ana can't believe that just flew out of her mouth, but she felt backed in to a corner.
"I see," Bryan sighs with a look of remorse in his eyes. "I guess that's why you're the CEO of a publishing company, and I'm not," he laughs. After discovering that Ana is no pushover, Bryan remains on the up-and-up with his host. His respect for the young executive has grown exponentially.
Ana discusses some of the plans that GP has with his future releases and possible republishing of his prior works. Ana also gives him a broad idea of what the marketing launch strategy might look like. Bryan smiles and nods, liking what he hears so far.
"Looks like your team has everything under control. I look forward to signing the final deal once it's ready. Marty and I are sure you will make everything good," Bryan harps with certainty. "GP will take much better care of you," Ana reassures.
"So, if you don't mind indulging me, I would like to pick your brain about your take on Austen, The Bronte Sisters, Hardy…all of those British literary legends you know and love. Jerry told me all about it," Bryan gleams. Ana is now in her zone. They dialog for an hour straight on the topic. Ana was surprised that her and Bryan see eye to eye on a lot of things and share many of the same interpretation on certain classic literary works.
"Ana, I wish you were a student at Loyola when I taught there," Bryan says. "But weren't you a creative writing teacher? I never took to writing. I'm a literary scholar," Ana clarifies.
"I taught lit classes as well," Bryan qualifies.
"So, why did you stop teaching?"
"I simply lost the passion for it. I love discussing literature with intelligent people…like you and Jerry Roach. I don't have the patience for students who don't eat, sleep and drink the work."
Ana is taken back by his lack of open-mindedness and patience for others. "A good teacher inspires students to want to dig deeper," Ana rebuts.
After a long pause, Bryan responds, "You are absolutely right, Ana. Maybe I just sucked as a teacher," he smiles.
Roach enters the conference room at 12:30 sharp, and so does Hannah with lunch in tow. As Roach and Bryan catch up and begin eating their catered sandwiches, off to the side, Hannah informs Ana that Christian is indeed free to join her for lunch with Martha and Steven Newsome on Wednesday. "Thanks Hannah for setting that up," Ana smiles. "Hey," Hannah whispers to Ana out of earshot of Bryan and Roach. "The girls up front are going crazy over Ashford. Not only do they love his books, but they almost lost their minds watching him wait in the lobby earlier. He's a hottie!"
Ana sighs and shakes her head in pity. "You girls are overly boy-crazy," she chuckles softly. "Hey, not everyone is married to Greek god Christian Grey, and therefore permanently blinded and unable to notice when other hot men are in their presence," Hannah smirks. Ana rolls her eyes. "Trust me, if you, Claire and the rest of the girls had to sit in this meeting, you would not think he was so hot," Ana frowns. "So is he a douchebag?" Hannah asks. "Let me get back to this meeting. We'll talk later," Ana says with a nervous laugh.
At 1:28, Roach apologizes to Ana and Bryan for having to exit early for another meeting. He gives Bryan a firm handshake and states how much he is looking forward to working with him going forward. Bryan echoes his sentiments before Roach nods to Ana and exits the conference room.
"We have thirty minutes left in this conference room. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about? Did you have any other questions for me?" Ana probes.
"Yes…I almost forgot. The new book I was telling you about at that club. I finished it over the weekend." Bryan reaches over to the side of his chair to grab his messenger bag, and pulls out a two-inch thick stack of papers held together by a thick black binder clip. He slides it over to Ana. The typed cover page reads: "The Balm That Restores by Bryan Ashford."
Ana looks up at Bryan. "The Balm is love. True love in its purest form," Bryan explains. "Wow," Ana says, taken back by his profound words. "That's your copy. I want you to take it home and read it. Feel free to mark it up and make notes," he instructs.
Ana glares at him with a look of confusion in her blue eyes. "Bryan, you know I'm not an editor anymore, right? I'm the CEO. Believe me, I would LOVE to read this…" Ana starts. "Well, then read it," Bryan snaps, interrupting Ana's rambling.
"I don't want just anyone reading this. I want YOU to read it first," he continues.
"You, you haven't shared this manuscript with anyone?" stutters Ana, trying to make sense of the moment.
"No. Ana, you get exactly what I am trying to do. I don't want anyone else reading my unreleased work until after you have read it first."
"Wow Bryan…I don't know what to say," Ana's voice drops.
"So let me give you the synopsis. It's about a young man who's pure in mind, clean cut and very innocent. He doesn't drink, smoke or curse. He's also a helpless romantic. He just can't find a good girl", Bryan says, emphasizing good girl in air quotes. He continues, "One day, he goes to the park with his dog at a time he normally doesn't go and sees a beautiful girl sitting under a tree, reading a book. He decides to go to the park again the next day at the same time, and he sees the girl again under that same tree. He feels a connection with her, even though he hasn't uttered a word to this girl. He can't explain it. It's electric."
Ana is frozen in time, painting the picture of the story in her mind as he speaks. "So anyway, he sees her under this tree every weekday at the same time, reading a book. He doesn't get close enough to see what she is reading, but he gets as close as he can to take in as much as he can of her. He's falling in love and he doesn't even know her name."
Ana's dumbfounded. She is more than anxious to read this book now.
"So, one day he goes to the park at the appointed time, and she's no longer sitting under the tree. He's heartbroken. He goes back again and again…for two weeks straight. She's no longer there."
A look of sadness falls on Ana's face as the synopsis takes a sad turn.
"So fast forward to two months later. He goes to the park at a different time with his dog, and there she is. And she's in bad shape. Life has been rough for this girl. She looks disheveled, but not quite homeless. So he jumps in the car and follows her as she takes the bus. She ends up going into this big, elaborate house. He watches it for about two hours, and she doesn't come back out. He eventually leaves and goes home, taking note where this house is." He pauses to see if Ana is still following along. She doesn't break her gaze as she encourages him with her expression to continue the summary.
"So, a few more days go by and he no longer sees her at the park. He decides late one evening to go over to the house that he saw her go in to. Long story short…the house is a brothel."
Ana gasps.
"She's a prostitute. It eventually comes out that she recently became addicted to drugs," he continues.
Ana begins to sink into her chair. 'There's no way in hell Christian is going to let us publish this book,' she thinks to herself. Bryan senses that he has now just lost her. "Ana, don't tune me out yet. It's a story about healing and unconditional love. You will appreciate this story…I know you will. Anyway, he eventually goes into the brothel and pays to see her. He returns again and again. Each time he goes to see her, all they do is talk." Ana is dismayed; still let down by the revelation of the primary female character being a drug addicted prostitute.
"Bryan…I don't know. This is deep. Maybe even too deep for Grey Publishing," Ana says, almost trembling. "Please Ana, don't write it off. Read it. If you still feel the same way after you've read it, then I will burn it," pleads Bryan.
"Bryan, don't…"
"I'm serious. If you don't connect with this book, no one will," he declares. "Promise me that you will at least read it in its entirety before you tell me to go kick rocks," he pleads. Ana flashes him a reluctant smile, in hopes that it would deter him in to thinking that she will in fact consider doing what he has asked. However, deep down inside, Ana is unsure that she can promise him anything after hearing such a shocking summary.
"I'm leaving for Chicago first thing tomorrow morning. I will be back in Seattle two weeks from today. I'll give you two weeks to read it. Then when I return, I would like the chance to meet again. I'll only need one hour of your time to get your pulse on this book," Bryan says, hoping that extra time will help Ana in her decision.
"Okay. I will read it," Ana says finally, still skeptical.
Ana's meeting with Ashford ends two minutes before two o'clock. As she sits in her office, she is staring at the laptop screen, hoping for a spark to ignite so she can finish the proposal draft. However, the manuscript she just received is burning a hole in her desk as it sits just to the right of her computer. Ana then begins to reconsider if signing Ashford is in fact the right thing to do. 'Christian is going to freak!' she fears, staring at the manuscript. 'Okay, the guy is good. Maybe I am jumping to conclusions. I need to read this manuscript before I write him off.'
Ana then puts the final touches on the proposal before placing her e-signature on the document and forwarding it to Jerry Roach and Kate Bestie for approval.
"Just a head's up; I have a proposal requesting GEH resources coming your way either Friday or Monday." Ana sits at the breakfast bar with Christian having dinner while Ted is seated in his high chair next to Ana enjoying a bottle of milk.
"Oh?" Christian says, intrigued.
"Yep. Bryan Ashford signed a bad contract. GP would like to obtain him fully as well as have the rights to future re-printings of his previous works. We need your best legal minds to punch holes in that contract so he can sign with us."
"That's quite a bold move, Mrs. Grey. Am I rubbing off on you?" Christian says with a sinister grin. "I think so, Mr. Grey. I've spent enough time listening to you on the phone. I was bound to pick up something," Ana laughs.
"I'll let the legal team know tomorrow what's coming. Do you have the current contract?"
"Yes, but I didn't plan on sending it until after you approved the proposal."
"Email the current contract to me tomorrow."
"By the way, I'm also asking for your analytics team to come up with revenue projections based on past and current sales trends, as well as Internet buzz."
"Goodness, woman. You're thinking ahead, aren't you?"
"I'm trying. We need to justify spending all of this money on this writer."
"Fair enough. I'll talk to analytics tomorrow as well."
"Wait a minute," Ana says as she drops her fork. "So, are you telling me that I could have just told you all of this in the first place and avoided spending weeks on putting together a proposal?"
"Yep." Christian smiles as he takes a bite of his chicken potpie. Ana sighs in frustration. "I'm going to sign the proposal anyway. I'm just getting a head start," he adds.
"Christian, if Roach or anyone else at any of your other entities needed resources, you would have required them to submit a proposal," argues Ana.
"Correct." Christian answers, succinctly.
"So then why should things work any different for me?"
"Because."
Ana frowns, confused by Christian's answer.
"You are Mrs. Anastasia Grey, wife of GEH CEO Christian Grey. When you want something done, it happens. Get used to it," he says softly, placing a hand on Ana's chin to caress it. Ana shakes her head in defeat. 'Ashford was right. I could've just picked up the phone,' she reflects.
It's past ten o'clock. Ted's bathed and fast asleep in the nursery. Ana showered and now lays alone in bed, while Christian ties up a few loose ends in his study. The bedroom is only illuminated by the moonlight shining through the partially open, elaborate window treatments. She's thinking about the manuscript that sits in her brown leather tote, knowing that she will need to be in the right frame of mind in order to read it. 'I'm working from home tomorrow, so maybe I'll read it then,' she considers.
"So, Mrs. Grey. Two shades," Christian reminds Ana as he lurks into the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. Ana sighs a laugh. He then lies next to his wife and looks into her preoccupied moonlit blue eyes. "Ana, are you okay?" he whispers. "Yes, I'm fine," she says, forcing a smile. He kisses her and she kisses him back. "I'm glad to be home with you," Ana says. "Me too," he smiles before they deepen their kiss. He begins to caress her body through the long satin gown. "No panties tonight, huh Mrs. Grey?" he moans. "Nope," she replies, flashing a guilty smile.
With Ana's help, Christian works off her gown and tosses it aside. He then stands to pull off his t-shirt and sleep pants before climbing back into bed. He places his head flat on his pillow. "Now, what was this you wanted to do to my face, Mrs. Grey?" he says with a sinister smile.
Without saying a word, Ana crawls up to the top of the bed, grabs hold of a bedpost, and hovers her bottom over Christian's face. He lowers her down, holds her steady with both hands, and begins to explore her sex with his mouth. Ana breathes heavily and moans in pleasure. "Oh…Christian," she purrs. He continues his sweet torture. "You taste so divine, Ana," he calls out. He sticks his tongue in and out of her sex and round and round on her clitoris. He does this over and over again. "Ah!" she moans. "That's it baby. I feel it, let go all over my face," Christian commands. Those words become Ana's undoing, as she detonates all around Christian's tongue.
Immediately, Christian pulls Ana down on the bed, flat her on her stomach. "Now Anastasia, you were very naughty this morning in your email," he reprimands. "I am going to spank you now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she replies.
A resounding crack echoes throughout the room as Christian's hand connects with Ana's bottom. Her body spasms and she groans. He slaps her rear again and again, increasing in force each time. Ana is now panting, but so is Christian. After the tenth slap, Christian immediately gets behind her, elevates her now sore pink rear, grabs hold of his erection, and slams it in her. "Ah!" Ana cries out on impact.
Right away, Christian attacks his prey at a merciless, rapid pace. Ana clenches her teeth and claws the sheets at the intensity of the rhythm. "Oh Ana, you feel so good inside," Christian moans. "Christian!" Ana screams out. "I want to stay in here forever," he breathes out.
"Baby, please don't come yet. I want to savor this," he pleads.
"I…I can't hold it," she cries out.
"Yes you can," Christian continues, still not letting up on his torturous pace.
"Oh, Christian…I can't…I can't…you make my body…feel so good," Ana trembles out the words as he relentlessly pounds her entire body.
"Do I?" he grunts, about to lose it himself.
"Ahhh!" she cries.
"Alright then, let go baby," Christian whispers. Ana does. He follows her, finding his release and calling out her name.
"I should be naughty in my emails to you more often," Ana grins as they cuddle. "Yes, please do," Christian snickers, placing a tender kiss on her hair.
