I DO NOT OWN the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. All right belong to the incredible E.L James.

A/N: Lemon, lemon, lemon. That's all I got to say. This lemon is vanilla by Fifty standards but it has his own twists in there, just be warned!


Chapter 7.
Christian Grey

I didn't even wait for the elevator door to fully close behind me before I launched myself at Anastasia. I used my entire body to trap her, placing my hands on either sides of her head. Our eyes gazed heatedly into one another's, breath heavy as both of us shook with anticipation.

I had planned to hold out until we made it up to the thirty fifth level, where my penthouse suit was and we would have complete privacy, but Anastasia took advantage of our close proximity. Her lips latched onto my own, forcing mine open with her own so I could taste her hot breath.

Internally I was torn; excitement and worry ripped my mind in half.

I had never had plain vanilla sex. I had never gone slow or been easy on any of my sexual partners. I wasn't trained that way. So how could I do that with Ana? Would I be able to handle it?

I could try…right?

Anastasia groaned into my mouth, spurring on my already excited state. I slammed myself against her, making her whimper in what sounded like pleasure. I slid my hands down her back until I got grip on that ass of hers and pulled her against me.

"Should we wait until…" Anastasia panted as I latched onto her neck.

My hand dragging the soft material up her leg and resting my hand on the back of her upper thigh. She moaned loudly when I softly needed the smooth flesh and hitched her leg around my hip. Her eyes rolling back when I ground my obvious arousal into her. "Oh, fuck it!"

I chuckled into the warm flesh just above her ample cleavage, but almost fucking screamed when I heard the elevator door ding before opening. I didn't waste any time with the pleasantries. Hell, I could show her around the suit in the fucking morning! I wanted her and I what I wanted, I got.

I gathered her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my torso as I carried her into the hotel room. We weren't twenty feet inside when I slammed her against the nearest wall, making her yelp.

"You okay?" I panted.

"Shut up and kiss me!" she groaned, grabbing my face before pulling it to hers while ripping off my jacket, tie and busting a few buttons on my shirt to expose my chest.

I did as she commanded, pressing my lips against hers with a heated, needy passion. One hand stayed on her ass, kneading the flesh carefully as the other slipped down between us so that my fingers found her already soaking lips after I pushed past her panties.

"Holy…" she gasped, arching her back so far that her head touched the wall behind her.

"I won't hurt you, Ana," I panted against the skin of her collar bone while I began massaging her swollen clit. "It won't be like it was with him. I will never hurt you. Do you believe me?"

She said nothing, moving her hips against my hand. I stopped my motions, making her whimper out in horror. Her eyes shot to mine, giving me her full attention.

"Do you trust me, Anastasia?" I asked, breathless at her beauty but needing an answer.

She reached out to touch my cheek, her eyes tender.

"With everything I am, Christian."

That was all I needed. The moment my fingers began to move against her, her eyes rolled back and back arched just as before. My lips explored her neck as I slid one finger in. Anastasia's moans of sheer pleasure only made my erection grow harder by the second but I knew I needed to hold off. I needed to earn her trust, show her I was here for her pleasure, not mine.

It was a new experience for me, giving pleasure instead of taking it. I knew how to give but receiving was almost always better. Until I met Anastasia.

My fingers pumped slowly at first inside her but the moment I felt her walls start to close in, Anastasia's hips moving frantically against my hand, I sped my movements dramatically. Ana was writhing before me, gasping and mewling for more. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Tell me, Ana," I panted against her neck. "Tell me who makes you feel this way?"

"Oh, God," she whispered, eyes still closed.

"Wrong answer," I tsked.

I stopped my movements all together, leaving my fingers completely still inside her.

"Christian!" she screamed in rage.

"Tell me," I demanded, my nose pressed against hers. "Tell me, Ana."

"Please," she whimpered, trying to move her hips against my hand.

I wanted to bend her the fuck over and spank the shit out of her for that little move but shoved the thought back. I couldn't hurt her. I promised.

I removed my hand that wasn't inside her from her ass to hold her hips down. Though she continued tried, which infuriated me, it didn't work.

"Who makes you feel this way, Anastasia?" I tortuously slowly ran my middle finger up and down her fold, gently brushing her clit here and there.

"YOU!" she yelped. "It's you, Christian!"

"Ding, ding, ding!" I laughed and slid my fingers back inside her.

She screamed out my name over and over, writhing from my touch and making my erection almost too much to bare. Her orgasm came quick and strong, making her entire body lock up as she yelled out my name one last time before collapsing against me.

"I've never-"

I didn't give her any time to finish her sentence or recover from her climax as I set her down on the floor, spun her body roughly around so that she was face first against the wall. With force, I gripped her wrists out of habit, pulling them above her head and held them there. She knew where to touch me and where not to so there was no point to the maneuver but at the same time, knowing she couldn't move and she was completely under my control was a major fucking turn on.

I practically ripped her fucking dress off of her, dragging it over her head and arms before flinging it to the ground. A tortured groan escaped my lips when I saw what was before me. She wore no bra since the dress had been cut so low in both the front and back of the dress, revealing her beautiful, slightly scarred, pale back.

She wore underwear but they were barely there; black, see through lace with a matching garter belt that attached to transparent, grey stockings. Her high heels had to be at least five inches high, making everything for me, being so much taller than she was, much easier.

"Christian?" she whimpered over her shoulder.

My eyes flashed to her face before noticing her hips pressing back so her ass rubbed against my erection. My breath hitched in my lungs the moment I felt her against me. If she were my submissive, I would have made her ass black and blue for that but instead, kicked her feet apart and dropped to my knees.

Lucky for me, she was short enough so that I could easily hold her arms in place above her head while I angled myself so that the glistening apex between her thighs was right before my eyes.

"Oh my," she breathed as I began to kiss down her exposed cheeks.

My free hand that wasn't holding her arms still, instinctively came down to grip her ass before planting a sharp slap on her right cheek. Anastasia gasped out in pain. I was about to drop her hands and beg for forgiveness when I heard it.

Anastasia let out a groan of pleasure, pressing her ass back, towards my face.

"Again," she demanded. When I hesitated, my hand that had spanked her still resting stagnantly on her cheek, she lightly bumped it with her hip. "Christian, please!"

I was shocked for a moment. I had underestimated Anastasia. I had believed that she would break down if I had done something like this to her when, in fact, she enjoyed it.

"CHRISTIAN!" she fucking screamed.

I didn't hold back the beast inside as I straightened myself up behind her and landed a sharp but still gentle blow to her ass. She yelped but moaned quickly after, pushing herself back towards me again. That gained her another smack.

I placed my lips to her ear, watching her shake from the overload of sensations I knew she was feeling.

"Don't. Ever. Scream at me again," I rubbed my hand down the place I had smacked, soothing the already pink skin. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Christia-"

She was cut off by another spanking.

"No speaking. I want to hear you but not your words. Nod if you understand."

Slowly she nodded, her face turning towards mine as she stared at me through her lashes.

"If you push your hips back one more time," I whispered sternly in her ear. "I spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for the next three days. Nod if you understand?"

This time she let out a long moan before nodding quickly, bobbing her head up and down excitedly.

"Good. Now…can I trust you to be a good girl and-"

"I'm not a fucking dog!" she growled before the sharp snap of my hand hitting her ass reverberated through the air.

She whimpered for more but did not receive. Her defiance made me want to fuck her harder than I had ever fucked anyone in my life.

"I understand that, Anastasia," I nipped at her neck, which made her relax.

"Then don't call me 'good girl'!"

Another smack. She let out a content sigh, probably feeling exactly what I was feeling right now. Release.

"Are you calm now?" I asked, gently kneading her bright pink skin.

She nodded, blowing out a breath through her nose.

"Good. As I was saying," I continued. "Can I trust you not to move your hands from where they are on the wall right now?"

She neither shook nor nodded her head.

"Anastasia?" I coaxed, running my hand up and down her ass.

She nodded curtly.

I pressed her hands so that her palms were flat against the wall above her head.

"Don't move them?" I whispered in her ear.

Another nod.

I kissed the hallow beneath her ear. "Thank you, Ana."

The thanks was for so much I couldn't explain at that moment. I let the words hang there as she quivered in anticipation with every touch I gave.

My hands ran down her body as my body followed them until I reached the exact place I had been before. I sat down on the floor, turning myself so that if I looked up from where I was beneath Anastasia, I could easily see her face…and her hands.

My hands traced up her inner thighs with a feather light touch. Ana let out a loud moan so fantastic it made my dick stir in my trousers. I couldn't take it any longer, my mouth attacked her. Lick, suck, nibble, repeat. Lick, suck, nibble, repeat. The repetition was one I enjoyed following, watching Anastasia move above me. Like the perfection she was, her hands never moved from the spot on the wall.

She wasn't even fucking trained and she was already taking commands like a champ. When she didn't like something, she voiced it, which I liked. If I asked her to not to talk and she didn't like something and spoke out, I would punish her. That didn't mean I didn't like it.

Ana was moaning and moving against my mouth so hard, my entire body moved with hers. She tasted so sweet I couldn't stop myself when she climaxed for a second time, allowing me to lick up the remains. I felt my chest swell with pride when I saw Anastasia fall forward against the wall but never move her hands.

I stood quickly, gathering Ana into my arms and practically running to the bedroom. She flopped down onto the bed without issue, looking worn but still up for the challenge I presented her with. I crawled up her body, hovering above her until my nose touched hers.

"I don't use condoms," I began to unbuckle my belt, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock from the confines of my trousers. "Please tell me you use birth control."

She nodded her head silently, still obedient to my command. She was fucking exquisite.

"You can speak, Ana." I brushed her now loose hair from her face and kissed her lips gently.

She kissed me back, smiling softly before speaking.

"I use the shot."

That was it. I pushed into her quickly but as carefully as I could, knowing by now she was sensitive. Anastasia let out a sigh of content as I filled her, slowly pushing in and out of her. My movements were gradual as I paced myself. I shifted us so that Ana lay on her stomach and I lay on top of her.

Her hand gripped onto the sheet for dear life but I quickly replaced the sheet with my hand, twining our fingers together as Ana's cheek pressed into the sheet.

"Christian," she whispered breathlessly, gripping my hand tightly.

"Oh, Ana," I groaned, placing my head between her should blades as we moved together. My hand that wasn't in hers slipped down to her clit, massaging her at the slow pace we went at together. "Fuck!"

Push, pull, give, take. We challenged each other and gave so much to one another all at the same time. Our climax came at the same time, making it even more powerful. Our pants and moans were the only noises to be heard until we finally caught our breaths and I pulled out of her.

I rolled over with ease, dragging Ana's limp body along so that she lay on my chest, still breathing heavily.

We didn't say anything, the both of us just staring at each other in a sort of bizarre, wonder and very lazy state of shock.

"This is so weird." Ana's breathing had returned to normal.

"How so?"

She quirked a brow up as if to challenge me.

"You don't think what just happened is even a slight bit strange?"

"Not really."

"Christian," Ana sat up, gathering the sheets to cover herself.

When I saw her flinch as she tried to sit, I smirked smugly to myself and I rolled onto my side. Absent mindedly, I ran my fingers down her exposed sides. Ana wiggled in her spot on the bet, trying to get comfortable from the sting I'm sure was now searing her beautiful ass.

When she was finally sitting still, she continued.

"We've known each other since we were kids, Christian." she pursed her lips. "The last time we saw each other was when we were just kids. Don't you think that it's slightly strange that on our first encounter as adults we have sex?"

I shifted myself so that I sat before her. My hands wove their way through her incredibly long hair that now reached her mid back and pulled her in for a kiss. She was wary of it at first but gave in moments later, kissing me back with the same ginger touch I gave her.

When I finally pulled away, I shook my head, staring straight into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think anything about tonight was strange or awkward."

Ana's eyes softened but still remained apprehensive.

"Why?"

I placed my hand on her neck, scanning her face and body language. She was unsure of what she did tonight because she doubted my feelings for her. It was apparent but it still winded me. After everything I had ever told Anastasia and all the shit we had worked through together, she was now starting to doubt my feelings for her? It made no sense. Shouldn't the sex have made our connection stronger, if anything? Not weaker.

"Because," I said a low voice. "I always knew I wanted to be with you. Even when we were kids. You were always mine."

It was the truth. When Ana left to Florida, I went mad. Drinking became my vice even at such an early age. My parents didn't ever notice the growing habit and if it weren't for Elena, I'm sure I would have been dead by now, but even with Elena I still missed Anastasia. I wanted to see her again, even if it was just for a moment.

Her eyes watered as soon as the words left my mouth which caused me to instinctively gather her into my arms. It was what I did whenever she cried.

Ana pressed her lips to my neck. It was perfect where we were, just there and together. Until her hand slid down my chest. I fucking jumped out of the bed at just her touch so quickly that I didn't even realize I had practically thrown Ana right off of me.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, her eyes wide. "I…I wasn't thinking."

"It's fine," I rasped out as I tried to catch my breath.

It wasn't until my heart rate went down that I finally crawled back into bed, drawing Ana back to me.

"I sent you for a spin there, didn't I?" I laughed gently.

"It was like in those cartoons. When they roll in those logs," she agreed jokingly.

"I'm sorry, Ana," I touched her check as she traced my face with her fingers. She used to do it when we were younger and I fell asleep while with her. It always made me just fall deeper into sleep. "I just-"

She stopped me with her hand, raising her left arm to show the even line of circular burns down her wrist and forearm.

"I understand, Christian," she kissed my lips chastely. "Better than anyone in this world, I understand."

I stared at her burns for a long moment, still feeling my stomach churn the way it did the first time I ever saw them and the belt marks on her back. I gently ran my fingertips down her back at the remembrance of them but didn't dare touch the burns on her arms.

"You can touch them now," Ana stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

My eyes widened in surprise. When had this happened. Ana explained, as if reading my mind.

"I started doing duets three years ago for grades and finals at Julliard so I had to learn to deal with the touching."

"How long did it take before you…?" I let the question drop, looking down at my own scars on my chest.

"Got over it?" she finished for me.

I nodded, swallowing back hard.

She examined her arm, tracing the rim each circle with a feather light touch.

"It took about two months before I didn't feel a thing anymore but I was constantly being touched and grabbed there on a constant basis so that made it easier. Like ripping off a band-aid, I guess."

"Do you think…" I let yet another question drop.

She shook her head, knowing what I was going to say anyways.

"It's not an experience I would recommend, Christian."

I looked down at myself, counting ever burn mark and cut I had. It would be impossible now…but if I prepared for it, maybe. We both lay down, silent, after that. Kisses and sighs of joy were shared but nothing more as we both drifted off to sleep.


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