Chapter 8: You're My Angel

Fifty Shades of Grey belongs to EL James

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With Anastasia clinging to me like ivy, I step carefully as not to slip on the warm wet tiled floor. But my strides are long because I'm anxious to reach my bedroom; as a result, I don't bother to stop for towels. For what I have planned, there's no need to dry our bodies only to get them wet again. Drops of water are hitting me from all direction, on my front from Anastasia's hair and my back from my hair.

I'm relieved when my knees hit the edge of the bed because it's a miracle that I made this far without ramming my aching cock into her. Breathing hard, I untangle Anastasia from my body and toss her on the king size bed where I watch her bounce for a fraction before climbing to join her. She continues to shriek as I put my hands on either on the inside of her inner thighs stilling her, as I crawl between her legs where I lean down capturing her shriek with my mouth.

"Be quiet," I whisper against her lips when I release her mouth, and I crawl back down her body my engorged cock grazing her wet skin in the process.

"Oh Christian," she moans as she wriggles beneath me.

Unable to deny myself any longer, on my knees between her legs I take the pulsating cock in my hand giving it one long stroke as I prepare to position it at her entrance. The lids on Anastasia's eyes are heavy, and her cheeks flushed as she watches, but I also see a tinge of fear. And I know it's the size of my dick that has her concerned. Based on her reaction it's clear that I'm bigger than the photographer, not that I had much doubt. Fuck I'm bigger than most men, but seeing it in Anastasia expression fills me with a sense of pride that I wasn't expecting. But I need to reassure her, so I lean over and speak softly against her ear.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I almost said I'll be gentle, but I only know one speed when it comes to fucking. Hard.

"Okay," she says nervously. Her voice is breathy and soft.

Hovering over her, I reach a hand back and take a hold my cock aligning it with her entrance.

I'm millimeters from reaching my target until I hear three words that cause me to freeze.

"I'm a virgin," I blurt out and immediately cover my face with my hands.

Peeking through the holes in my fingers I spy Christian on his knees with his penis hanging between his legs and his eyes are dark with fury. He runs his hands through his hair and I feel the bed dip as he crawls over me to the other side. I had every intention of getting through this without him ever knowing my virginity status, but when I felt him down there the fear took over. The silence is looming large in the room and I can't take it anymore so I'm the first to speak.

"Say something." I whimper.

"What fuck do you want me to say?" He seethes. Oh no he angrier than I thought.

"Please don't yell at me," I sniffle and I hear him sighing before he comes up on one elbow.

"I'm sorry. But this is a vital piece of information to leave out of the discussion. I don't mean to be blunt, but I've made it my mission not to fuck inexperienced women. I haven't fucked a woman that was a virgin since college. To be truthful, being with you was already breaking one of my rules." He pauses.

"What?" I ask, but my voice is barely audible.

"I don't fuck women your age. Let me qualify that statement. I prefer my women more seasoned and experienced."

"So you like cougars?" My question is sarcastic, but I'm hurt because I think he's throwing Sam and Elena in my face.

"No. Just women that I can be assured are not virgins. I don't care about the number of partners as long their health records check out. I feel it's easier for them to accept what I have to offer. I'm not hearts and flowers." He takes his free hand and moves some of still the wet strands from my face. "You shouldn't lose your virginity to someone like me. I always knew, this was wrong. Me being with you like this and this confirms it for me."

"Christian. I want this. Yes, I got scared when I saw your size but I still want you," I whisper.

"How are you still a virgin? I mean you're 21 almost 22 and I saw how the photographer looked at you at the photo shoot. I just assumed you two were intimate despite the nature of your relationship. After all love isn't essential for sex…" And he pauses "Fuck me," he yells out before collapsing on the bed and bringing his forearm over his eyes.

"Christian," I call as I turn to look down at him and he removes his forearm to stare up at me.

"You're exactly what I thought. A romantic. You believe in the fairytale. The white knight and everything. I was right you want someone to make love to you. That's important to you and it should be. I don't begrudge you it, but I can't offer you it return. Regardless of how hard you try to tell yourself, you're not cynical," he says and he sits up reaching for my hand. I give it to him and he brings me up with him. "How did you let me do all that shit to you in the car? In the shower?"

"I wanted it. Like I want you. You say I'm lying well so are you. You want me, Christian. Stop putting up roadblocks for yourself. Stop denying me. If you didn't want me, you wouldn't still be hard," I say reaching over to grab his erection.

I think he's going to stop me, but he doesn't he closes his eyes as I rub the large member in my hand feeling every vein and the moisture at the tip.

"Fuck it," he pants and pushes me back down on the bed. "Damn." He breathes

"What now?"

"You're a virgin so I'm sure you're not on birth control and my condoms are in the other drawer."

"Wrong again Mr. Control Freak. I'm on the pill for female reasons." Geez, I'm about to get intimate with the guy and I can't say period.

"Okay. But I'm not taking you like this. We're on the bed so let's get underneath the covers." And he stands reaching down to take me in his arms and he pulls down the now wet comforter with the sheet placing me on the bottom sheet.

Without skipping a beat, he climbs on the bed and I open my legs to him. Holding my gaze, he sticks two fingers in me and I squirm.

"Good. I was checking to ensure that you were still wet for me." And leans over me taking my mouth in a kiss. This time it's more passionate. More desperate as he enslaves my mouth sucking and exploring every inch of it. And it isn't until he enters me that I realize what his tactic of distraction.

Since India, I vowed to never fuck another virgin. I'd known better, but India promised me that she could handle it; however, after a few weeks she wrote me a letter professing her love for me. I too had conflicted feelings, but seeing the words on paper made mine come into focus. I wasn't in love, not the same way she was anyway. So to keep emotions out of the sex, I played it safe and went back to BDSM adding an extra layer of protection by requiring that all my subs be experienced submissive. That way I could ensure no more virgins. Yet, after all, the safeguards put into place here I am between the legs of a virgin. Alas, I have no one to blame but myself, I should have known not to venture out of the lifestyle. It never worked in my favor in the past. It didn't work with the co-eds at Harvard. It didn't work with Sam and it sure as hell didn't work out with India. What do they say, "Those who do not learn from their mistakes are bound to repeat them", or some variation of that.

To distract her from what I'm about to do to her, I take Anastasia in a rough, passionate kiss and let my dick rub up against her until it finds her entrance on its own. And with my tongue embedded deep in her mouth I flex my ass and in one smooth thrust I enter her. It's meant to be as gentle as I can be, but considering my size and it's her first time the entry is painful for her and she cries out. My mouth still covering hers, I'm there to capture her cries and I still giving her time to acclimate.

"Baby, I'm going to move now," I moan against her mouth as I release it to come up on my elbows to get the traction I need to really move. Anastasia's head lifts off the bed marginally as she seeks out my connection finding it with my chest.

Resting her head against my chest, she moans as I continue thrusting in her. She's so tight, tighter than India. How's that even possible, because India was tighter than hell. Anastasia also feels good, better than any woman I've ever fucked in my lifetime and a swell of pride fills my chest knowing I'm her first. At the same time, it scares me that the thought of not being her last burns in that same space.

The more he thrusts, the higher I feel. The feeling is indescribable. Imagine the best feeling you've ever experienced multiplied by infinity is how good I'm feeling right now. It feels like my body has detached from this world and I'm floating and he pumps into me again harder this time. Hitting all the right spot. Spots I didn't even know existed.

I feel his breath on my neck as he bury his face in my hair bracing himself to go deeper and harder in me. My face positioned similarly on his neck, I breathe in his scent a combination of expensive gel and Christian. Our bodies' slick with moisture, I can no longer discern if it's the dampness from our recent tryst in the shower or the sweat we just created. Either way, it serves as the perfect lubricant for the friction his thrusting is creating between our bodies. There's music in the background, but all I hear is our combined heavy breathing, moans, and vocal prowess. And it's his words I'm more focused on.

I like the sound of my name on his tongue every time he thrusts into me. I like the way he asks if I'm okay after every slam. I like the way he murmurs under his breath how tight I am when he enters me, and I even like the way he says fuck when he feels it. My first orgasm in his car under the tutelage of his fingers was mind blowing. The second in the shower under his deft tongue was earth shattering. And this one is on target to be… "Argh" I scream out interrupting my own thought.

"Come for me Anastasia," Christian says huskily as he reaches back touching me there as he continues driving into me.

Soon I'm falling, glorious falling… "Oh, my God" I hear myself crying out as my orgasm starts coursing through my body. Tears beckon and they fall uncontested down my cheeks as the I love yous' fall liberally from my lips in a voice I don't recognize as my own as the last of my orgasm wracks my body. As I start to come down from my cosmic high Christian reaches his peak and fills me with his release.

Once I get past Anastasia's emotional outcry, another reminder of why I don't fuck inexperienced women, I succumb to my own orgasm. "Fuck...Fuck me," I yell out. Anastasia's tightness is squeezing me in a vice grip milking me dry. In all my years, I'd never had my dick gripped quite like this. Out of breath, the full weight of my body collapses on her, as I let the last of my cum empty into her.

Pulling out I look down and see the evidence of her virginity coating my cock along with our joint orgasms. When I hold my head up Anastasia meets my gaze and she's beet red, as she eyes the blood on my cock. Embarrassed she closes her eyes and hustles up the bed anxious to get away from me.

"Oh no, you don't," I say grabbing hold of her by the waist before rolling off her to my side of the bed. "Move your hands. No time to be shy now," I tease.

"I know. But I didn't expect it," she lets out a nervous giggle.

"Since you're getting all these degrees I keep hearing about, I'm sure you had sex education at one point?" My question is rhetorical and as she answers I clean my dick with the sheet. Looking over I can see my cum coating her fuzz. I don't dear offer her to clean up, now that I've marked her as mine. My eyes fixed on the spot between her legs where I've just been I get on my elbow turning on my side to face her.

"We need to talk," I can't believe I just mouth those words so soon after sex. What the hell is she doing to me? Her is hair is starting to dry so the frizz is setting in, but she's never looked more beautiful. And I have to refrain from staring at her adoringly giving her the wrong impression, considering the upcoming topic of conversation.

"I think I know what you want to talk about. But don't say it. I don't need to hear you say it. It may be wrong and I probably shouldn't have, but I meant it. You may think this makes no sense. That I could feel this way so quickly, but I am in love you. I think I've been in love with in some form or other since that night." And I intentionally bite my lip to pause. "I don't expect you to return my sentiments, but I don't want to hear deny me either. Please don't tell me to suppress my feelings. Let me have tonight, tomorrow we will deal with it then."

"Anastasia I was right. You think this is a fairytale. It's not and I'm not prince charming, White Knight or any of those gallant heroes. I'm a man, a flawed man who is incapable of giving you what you want, what you think you want or what you need. I'm not hearts and flowers or any of those pretty things little girls like you dream about. The photographer may not be my favorite person, but he's more suited for you than I am."

"Stop it. I don't need to hear you sell Jose to me like my thoughts don't matter. They do matter. My heart matters and he's not the one my heart wants. My heart wants you. And I wonder if you would so heartedly embrace the idea that he was better for me than you if you knew what he did to me," I snarl and jump from the bed. Instantaneously I feel the sign of my lost virginity and his release starts to make it way down my thighs.

"Ana what did he do to you?" He yells at me and I stop at the end of his bed.

"This." And I pull my hair back to show him the hickey Jose left on my neck. ""He tried to rape me," I seethe and it's the first time I've used the words to describe what Jose did. At that moment, I feel vulnerable and I flee before reaches. Luckily I'm close to the bathroom so I'm able to make it inside in time.

"Anastasia," I shout as I hear the clock on the door click and I give the door one last pound with my fist before walking away.

"Motherfucker," I hiss. From the first moment I saw him, I knew there was something I didn't like about the Bastard. But putting his hand on her is one step too far and he's going to pay. I know it's late, but I pay him very well specifically for situations like this one. I want Mr. Rodriguez handled.

I go back to the bed to patiently wait for her. It doesn't take long for Anastasia to come back. I'm sitting on the bed with my arm behind my head and she slowly walks toward be as I pat the space next to me for her to take.

"You smell like bath oil," I say.

"Yes. I hope you don't mind I used some of your bath wash to clean up a bit."

"No, I don't mind Anastasia. Tell me what happened with the Photographer," I say as pull her hair back to look at the spot she tried to show me earlier. It's fading, but I can tell it was a fairly large hickey.

"It wasn't that bad I made it sound worse than it was because I was trying to make a point."

"Let me be the judge. The now fading hickey looks pretty bad to me. So tell me what happened," I say putting my finger under her chin to bring her face back up to meet mine.

"After he had picked me up at the hotel we went back to my place and I told him everything like I promised. But that wasn't enough, he got aggressive and only stopped when I freaked out. That's it."

"No that's not it. Someone needs to teach him a lesson," I hiss

"Christian please don't do anything. Jose's a good guy. Besides I wasn't completely innocent."

"I take it you've forgiven him?

"Yes, I have. This was out of the ordinary for him and considering the situation I had to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"What situation? Is there something else I'm missing?" She pauses. "I ended things with him. I mean our relationship was not a real one so I wanted to go back to being friends."

"Let me guess, he didn't agree? I'll give it to him. I understand not wanting to lose you, but that doesn't give him the right to brutalize you. He doesn't deserve your forgiveness. You're too good Ms. Steele."

"No, I'm not. I just choose to see the best in people. Like you for example. Despite the image, you try to portray Mr. Grey you're a good man. Exhibit A; the young man who held me that night, that sang to me and told me most inspiring words was a kind, gentle and caring. And I still see you as that young man Christian; you're good man and there's nothing you can say or do to convince me otherwise," she says and bites that dam lip

"Don't," I warn

"Too late. To reiterate you can't tell me what to think or how to feel," she says.

"I mean don't bite your damn lip," I say and I put my hand on her chin nudging her lip from between her teeth. "I will always protect you Anastasia but that's all there can ever be between us. How did we go from those two wounded young people to being in bed with each other? I'll never understand"

"That's the magic you're refusing to see. Everything can't be described in black and white; life is made up of shades of gray too."

"I know I'm fifty shades of them." My tone is joking, but I'm dead serious. "I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you. That includes at my hand." I push some strands of her drying hair away from her face. The way the moonlight is catching her eyes reminds me of that innocent little girl and I feel guilty that I've taken away that innocence. She leans into my touch and I can't resist stroking her face. "I repeat what are you doing to me?"

"I would like to think the same thing you are doing to me," she says and I pull her flush to my body. I give her a chaste kiss on the top of her head which leads to another peck lower, followed by another even lower and before you know it I'm pushing my tongue into her mouth. I swear my intentional was to hold her, but her scent is so intoxicating to resist. I need to have her again.

"Oh yeah, you're still wet for me." And he continues to let his finger explore down there.

"See how you taste," he says sticking the same finger in my mouth and like a good little girl I suck it. Not exactly thrilled with the idea of tasting myself again, but over the moon about having Christian's finger in my mouth.

"I think I'm jealous of my finger," Christian says pulling his finger back and replacing it with his tongue. First he lets me suck his tongue before taking me into a proper kiss where he plunders my mouth. As he takes everything from me with this kiss, he pushes me flush with the bed and hovers over me.

"Can you handle it again?" Biting my lip I shake my head yes and he lowers himself to me. His body has finally dried from the shower, but it still feels damp from his arousal and his erection is starting to grow. It is hard and soft at the same time as it presses into my stomach. I try hard to summon the control that Christian keeps talking about, but I can't and start undulating below him.

In an attempt to distract myself to help regulate my breathing, I focus on the music in the background. The song is beautiful, but I can't recognize the voice or the song. "Who is singing?"

"No regrets by Edith Piaf," he whispers "It was on when we first entered room

"Really," I giggle.

"Yes, the irony isn't lost on me," he chuckles. "Looks like the playlist is starting to repeat. And as much as I love that sound, I don't want to hear laughter in my bed," he warns and runs his cock along my seam.

"I'm going to fuck you now Ms. Steele." I see that look in her eyes. The same look I saw in India's and I feel compelled to reiterate what I've been telling her. "Nothing has changed Anastasia." And I don't know who I'm trying to convince more me or her.

"Everything has changed Christian. I'm yours. You've taken me places I've never knew existed and I didn't have to leave this bed. You can protest all you want but that Big. Erect. Cock says you want me too," I say and I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him closer for a kiss

"No. No more topping from the bottom I dominate in here. You will do what I say. When I say it and how I say it," he says pulling back from me. His gray eyes are no longer cold and aloof they are hot and smoldering.

"You're playing with fire Anastasia."

"I know, but I'm too helpless to pull my hands away from the flames," I answer honestly. I'm so mesmerized and an enamored by him that I couldn't run if he were a freight train barreling down on me. Surprised by my honesty his expression softens and he releases my wrists.

"I'm going to take you now." And gently he pushes me back against the bed as he pushes into me.

"Are you okay?" He pants. "Fuck you're so tight," he says huskily as he buries his head in my slightly damp hair.

"I'm okay," I breathe out hard and Christian lifts up on his elbows thrusting his hips sending his cock deeper than before. He makes slow, deliberate thrusts as my hips undulate beneath him; I marvel that I can stay in rhythm. I surmise my body is moving on its own accord because my mind is not of this world. It's in heavenly bliss. The pleasure mixed with the pain is overwhelming. Just as I'm about to get comfortable with the rhythm, we've set Christian reaches down taking me into a passionate kiss.

He holds on to my thighs as he rams his cock into me. He keeps up this fast and relentless pace making me moan and cry out in ecstasy. When he slows to rub my clitoris I think I'm going to lose it but Christian talks me through it. Teaching me to absorb the pleasure and not just succumb to it.

"Not yet baby. I need more of you. I'll tell you when," he says with his gaze locked on mine.

In my position, I can't see with my eyes but by his rhythm, I can feel the muscle in his ass flexing with each movement. I also feel his ab because the ripples of the washboard are hitting my flat tummy making me thankful for Shaun T Hip Hop Abs, running and good genes.

I feel Christian hook his arms under my shoulder blades pulling me tighter to him as he whispers in my ear. "Fuck. Baby, you feel so good. Warm. So tight. Its official we fit perfectly." He buries his head in my neck as he plows deeper into me. As if his words are not enough to send me spiraling that thrust almost does.

"Baby you're right. You're mine. And no one touches this but me," he groans and he drives into with full force

"Yes," I breathe because his words are music to my ears.

"Yes, what? Say it," he demands as he flexes his hips pushing deeper into me

"No one but…" Is all I'm able to pant out before I start jabbering some version of his name as another jolt hits me.

"Mine," He grunts and this one word on his lips sound like a symphony to my ears more beautiful than the chords in the background

"You are extraordinary," He whispers and my breath catches.

"Oh, Christian I can't take it," I yell as my back bows from the bed and my head presses deeper into the pillow and I feel my orgasms coming on.

"Come for me Anastasia," He commands but it's not needed. I'm already spiraling.

"Yes. Yes. I. Love. You. Jesus yes Christian I love you." I scream out as my orgasm overtakes me and the tears threatening to come start streaming down my cheeks. I feel Christian tense above me before he leans down taking me into a kiss capturing my cries as I ride out the last of my orgasm. Then he breaks the kiss and takes the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears from cheeks before his body quivers, his orgasm taking over.

"Fuck me." He yells

"Anastasia," He cries out as he lifts up from me and his head falls back. In the throes of passion, he really looks like a Greek God. And it nearly brings me to tears again knowing that this what I do to him.

When he releases all of his cum into me, he collapses and I wrap my arms and legs pulling him closer to me. Yes, I love this man this I know for sure quoting Oprah.

Sated I pull my placid dick out of her and she winces.

"Sorry. I guess it still hurts. Are you okay?" I ask

"Yes. I'm perfect," she says grinning.

"What? I'm funny. You wound me, Ms. Steele." I feign hurt.

"No. Don't be. It was even better the second go around and I didn't think that was even possible. Now I know what the fuss is all about," I say and a nervous chuckle escapes me again.

"Yes. Sex is most excellent. I don't think I could do without it nor would I try," I say before rolling off her to the side next to her.

"Do you want to clean up?" I ask her

"No. I love having your cum running down my legs. It proves it really happened, I only cleaned up the last time because I was in the bathroom." I smile when she says that.

"A girl after my own heart. But I think you will have all the proof you need tomorrow because you will be sore."

"I hope so." Is all she responds? She's a woman after my own heart. If only I had one.

I'm in fucking trouble because that was the best damn sex I've ever had and it was vanilla. And not to mention Anastasia keeps telling me she loves me. She can't love me. I warned her. Let's hope her outburst was a spontaneous reaction to her intercourse induce orgasms.

I sit up and put my arms behind my head in order to have a conversation with her. Ana leans into me and lays her head on my chest. It catches me off guard. I guess this is akin to snuggling after sex something I do not do. But since it's Anastasia it feels nice so I give in and pull my hands back to gently caress her hair.

"Oh gosh, I hate to imagine what my hair must look like," she says reaching a hand up to touch her hair at the same time keeping her head on my chest.

"It's perfect," I say and I reach down kissing her on the top of her head.

"So tell me why you've waited to have sex?"

"Like I said I was waiting for you."

"Seriously Anastasia."

"There was never anyone I was attracted too. I was beginning to think I was frigid."

"Well let me confirm you are not."

"Good. I was worried about disappointing you."

"Never," I say and I close my eyes thinking on the meaning of that one little word "Anastasia?" My voice is calm but stern when I call her name

"Yes," she whispers and her breath blows across my nipples.

"Did you break up with him because of me?" I detest talking about him, but I have to know. I know where her heart is but I need to know where her head is.

"No. I mean kind of but not in the way you think. Our relationship had run its course and I felt if I was thinking about another guy mainly you the decent thing to do was to end it. .."

"Be honest with me. Did he hurt you?"

"Not really. I was able to stop him before he went too far. I was scared because it was so out of character for Jose and I didn't know how far it would go. Hold me please" she whispers and I pull her tighter

"Are you sure he didn't?" I ask as I rest my chin on the top of her head.

"Yes," she confirms.

"Good or I'll break his fucking hands," I say and she relaxes against my chest.

"You're wet," she says and I chuckle

"Good observation. So are you," I say and we sit quietly for a moment holding each other.

"What's the music?" She ask

"It's my IPod. Right now, we're listening to Andrea Bocelli. Not exactly fucking music but in my defense I only intended to shower and change my clothes."

"I like it plus the Edith Piaf song."

"In French it's "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien," it's one of my favorite song of hers," I say correcting her on the title.

"It's beautiful but sad,"

"Yes, it is. It's an anthem for how I try to live my life with no regrets," I say

"Me too. Am I a regret?" She asks taking me by surprise. I remove my arms and reach around peeling hers from my body. I put my hands under her chin nudging her face up to meet my gaze.

"No," I say but deep down I know it's a lie; however, when I see the relief wash over her face, I no longer regret the lie. Relieved she lays her head back on my chest.

"So did Hogan touch you?" I ask to lighten the mood

"Hogan?" She repeats in a confused tone.

"Yes, Ana. My little cousin that my mother introduced you too. Mia told me all about it," I say reminding her. She may be smart and beautiful, but she can be trying sometimes.

"No. He barely acknowledged me. He was fixated on Lily," she says giggling. Giggling isn't usually a turn of for me but with Anastasia it's hot as hell and doesn't grate on my nerves.

"Good or I would break his hands too."

"Jealous. Careful Mr. Grey I could confuse you for caring."

"Jealous yes. Now that I've had you I don't want anyone else fucking you or touching you for that matter. Caring yes. I've always cared for you but don't confuse this with love Anastasia. Speaking of love we need to talk about what you said," I say my voice now serious and sit up bringing her with me so we're facing each other.

"You can't love me."

"Oh forget you, Grey," she yells as she pulls out of my embrace and jumps out of bed.

"You know what Christian I'm sorry you can't tell people what to think or what to feel; despite what they might've taught you in egomaniac college. I have my own mind, my own heart and that mind is telling that heart that I love you so get over yourself. Now. I'm going to clean up," she shouts before sashaying that pert little ass towards the bathroom and turning me the fuck on.

"Anastasia," I call behind her.

"What Christian? Your ego isn't big enough to keep you company while I'm gone," she seethes before slamming the bathroom door on me yet again. This is starting to get old and she's pissing me the fuck off and damn it if it isn't a turning me on. What I wouldn't give to shove my dick in that smart mouth and fuck it. Ms. Steele has some bite. I'm beginning to miss mute Anastasia.

When Anastasia comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, I'm resting by the windows naked with my arms crossed in front of my chest and legs crossed at the ankles. I took the opportunity to go to a spare bathroom and clean up a bit too.

"So have you calmed down?" I ask as I stalk towards her and she spots me in the mirror.

"Stay away from me Grey," she says with very little conviction behind the words.

"I can't do that Anastasia. I want you back in my bed," I say seductively and I pick up my stride.

"No. Why should I?" She asks but it is more of a statement.

"Because I want you." I say and I've closed the distance between us and I'm now standing behind her resting my hands on her shoulders.

"If you want me, it's going to take more than that," she says breathing hard. So I kiss her on the spot at the crook of her neck and she sighs pressing her ass into my front.

"What about that?" I ask huskily

"It's a start," she moans

I smirk and reach around undoing the towel tucked in at her chest letting it fall to the floor. "You drive a hard bargain. But I'm harder," I whisper in her ear-grabbing her hip pulling it against my erection so she can feel how hard it is for her.

"Does that show you how much I want you?" I spin her around to face me and I squeeze her chin rimming her lips with my tongue before I stick it in her mouth claiming it for the umpteenth time tonight. The kiss is hard, deep and ferocious. If I made love to her before, I'm hell-bent on fucking her into next week this time around and this kiss makes my intention known. Kissing her as if my life depended on this one kiss. I walk us backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed at which time I spin us switching our positions. So now Ana's legs are hitting the edge of the bed as I continue squeezing her face keeping our lips locked. My grasp is so tight on her she couldn't move it she wanted to. Content that I've milked her tongue dry I release her face and mouth, causing her to gasp for air. Then I push her gently so she can fall backwards onto the bed where I proceed to flip her on her stomach.

"On your knees Anastasia. You must be sore so I'm going to fuck you from behind." I hear a low moan in her throat and I stick one then two fingers to make sure she's wet for me.

"You're always wet for me. Huh, Anastasia? "I ask huskily as I push my fingers up and in her further.

"Yes," She moans and she bucks her ass. I give it a light swat nothing compared to what I'm capable of.

"What a nice perfect ass Anastasia. One day I'm going to fuck this ass." She lets out an audible gasp. "Don't worry not tonight. Though you deserve it because of your irreverent behavior."

"Irreverent," she calls out in protest.

"Not now Anastasia. Now is not a good time for your smart mouth. I'm going to fuck you now. Hard," I say positioning my cock from behind at her entrance and I slam into her so hard it almost lifts her off the bed. She squeals but I continue pounding into her with all the power my ass can deliver. Whatever heart and flowers she got from our last coupling I want it to be replaced with the carnal ferocious fucking that is Dominant Christian Grey. I want to leave an indelible mark, so that she will forget about love, so she will remember what this night was about; fucking, unadulterated fucking. Fuck me just when I think fucking her can't get any better it does. It feels deeper and tighter this way; she is sucking me in like a vice.

"That's right Anastasia take it. You're mine," I say as I continue my relentless pounding into her. She's crying out some garbled mash up I can hardly make out. But I know she's calling for mercy but I show her none instead I grab a handful of her hair pulling her head back to me as I ride her like a fucking stallion.

"Christian please," she pleads

"Please what Anastasia? Do you love me?" I ask grunting as I slam in and out of her fucking her out of her mind. So hard, my sturdy bed moves from the force.

"Yes," She cries out

"Yes, what Anastasia?"

"Yes I love you," she says confidently

"If you love me then take it. I want you to get on your knees on the floor. So you can suck my dick and let me fuck that smart mouth of yours," I say in my dominant voice as I release her hair and pull out of her. And I step back giving her room to take her position on the floor. When she's in place, I position my cock slick with her juices at her mouth.

"Open Anastasia. See how you taste on my dick," I command and she complies slowly opening her mouth. I'm sure she's pondering the savagery in which I'm treating her. Who says I can't influence what people think and feel.

I can't believe he's asking no demanding this of me. The one thing I would do anything not to do, I'm doing it for him. When I feel his tip on my lips, I realize there's no turning back. I would do anything not to disappoint him so I close my eyes hold my breath open my mouth and let him stick his cock in my mouth. "Yuk," I hate my taste. I hate everything about this. As much as I detest the taste I hate the feel and I hate sucking the most. It brings back such bad memories I want to cry. But I suck it up no pun intended and I go through the motion. Christian moaning his pleasure spurs me on making me want this more and more for him. But when he cups my head pushing me down on him while at the same time pushing his cock further to the back of my throat I almost gag. I'm so thankful he relents and pulls his cock out of my mouth right before I yell out enough.

When I remove my cock, I help her to her feet. I changed my mind something about it was off so this will have to do. I push her back and crawl over her. "I want to make sure you're good and sore tomorrow. Every time you move it will remind you where I've been."

"Yes," she moans and she brings her legs up assuming the position. I grab them pushing them further aside giving me enough room to fuck her at my pace. I put two fingers in checking what I already know. She's wet for me. In such a short time, her body responds to me wholeheartedly.

Wet, panting and ready Anastasia's scent calls to me and I plow into her. I take her hand pulling them above her head as I fuck her hard. She tries to keep up but this time I'm too relentless. I bring my mouth to hers but instead of kissing her I grab that bottom lip she always biting and suck on it before feasting on her mouth.

When I've had enough of biting and sucking her lip, I move my attention to that spot between her legs. As I pump in and out of her, I play with her clitoris.

"Yes," she moans

"Come for me Anastasia," I command and soon we're coming and I pull her close so we can ride out our orgasm together. My plan got foiled, I wanted to pull out and come in her mouth, but it felt too good to do so.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yes. Fine time to ask" she says as she closes her eyes. "Exhausted maybe," she says.

"Okay. Stay here let me get a wash clothes to clean you up. "

Despite my plans, I can't help taking care of her. When she's cleaned up, she lies on her side and I lie behind her...yes spooning.

We lay quiet for a moment and I think she's asleep until she pulls my hands to her lips giving them a chaste kiss and slaying me in the process.

"Anastasia. What happened to bring you into our lives that night?" I ask, always curious for the truth. My mom had an idea but never the details. I need to know the truth because it has become my life's goal to destroy any asshole that has hurt her.

"For someone so closed off you're sure talkative tonight."

"Yes, because we didn't tackle this topic full on Saturday and I want to know. I need to know. "I say and she shifts to face me.

"Look Christian I understand and I appreciate your need to slay all my dragons but some dragons are destined to lurk in the shadows and that's okay. I'm fine with them. Please don't make me talk about that part of my past. I don't want it to cloud tonight. It's already a centerpiece of our time together so many years ago don't make it part of our present. I would much prefer talking about when I'm going to see you again? What will we do when I go to Harvard in a couple of weeks? You know mundane topics like those," She says softly as she rubs circles on my hand.

"I don't know those topics don't sound so mundane to me, oddly they seem like relationship questions. But you win Ms. Steele," I say but this doesn't make her happy either.

"Christian I get that you don't do the love thing so you don't have to keep reminding me. Twisting my words and making them about you."

"Okay," I say kissing her on her ear "Remind me why you are going to Harvard in the middle of the semester," I say safely calmly.

"Some special program no big deal," she says downplaying the prestige behind this opportunity

"Very humble Ms. Steele. Okay I won't push you," I say stroking her arm

"Coincidentally one of my security men is there right now finishing up his degree."

"Oh really. You can give me his name. I can look him up and I can have someone I kind of know," she says excitedly.

"There's no way in hell I'm giving you his information in fact I'm not going to tell him about you. Next to my brother he's the biggest man whore in Seattle and he would make it his goal to get in your pants. So the answer is a resounding hell no."

"Wow, do you have trust issues, Grey. He's your employee. Would he try something if he knew my connection to you?" She asks innocently.

"Ana he's a horny as fuck young man and you're a sexy as fuck young woman so no I'm not taking any chances."

"Geez ok just wanted to be neighborly," she says before turning to face me.

"What are you doing to me? I've broken so many rules with you. I fucked you here in my bed. I cuddled with you after sex. We actually had conversations afterwards and I initiated them. Now I'm about to break the final taboo and let you sleep with me," I say taking my fingers pushing her hair from her face. I feel an overwhelming need to kiss her lips swollen from my earlier manipulations. She closes her eyes with anticipation and I gently give her a peck.

"It's good to know I'm not the only one with a first," she giggle and she pulls the palm of my hand to her lips planting a soft kiss on it. The moment so soft, it catches my breath. My feeling catches me off guard leaving me speechless for a moment then I find my voice.

"What's that for?" I question

"A thank you for letting me be your first," she says and a yawn escapes her. "Baby, as much as I find sex with you beyond spectacular. I don't think my body can stand another round and I need my beauty rest. Plus I need to get some sleep so I won't look like a wet noodle when we go to your mother's tomorrow for brunch. But I promise in the morning and the rest of the weekend I will be all yours," she says and she gives me one of her shy smiles.

CPOV

The hits keep coming, she called me baby. I've never had a woman or anyone for that matter call me baby and to my surprise I like it. So much so I want to ask her to say it again but I'm too much of a coward. "By the way I hope you break one more rule," she whispers and bites her bottom lip staring right into my tortured eyes but never revealing the rule.

"If you don't want me to fuck you anymore tonight, don't. Bite. That. Lip," I threaten and I put a hand on her chin nudging her plump bottom lip from between her teeth.

The moonlight is position perfectly over her sleeping form so I sit quietly on my side of the bed simply watching her breath. She looks so young but sexy as hell. It amazes me that she's so unsure of herself and wields so much power over me. I know I'm not the man for her yet I can't, hell I don't want to stay away from her.

A smile crosses my face as she mumbles something ineligible before flipping over to her front shielding her face from me. She's exhausted, of course she is, I was particularly rough with her towards the end. I wanted to give her a glimpse into my dark world so she doesn't walk away with a false sense of what occurred between us. I was hoping to erase the silly notion from her mind that somehow she was in love with me from her brain, but I don't think I was too successful. Her stubbornness won't let her admit to mistaking lust for love.

Her sleep is restless and for a moment I wonder if it has anything to do with me. I was too rough with her in everything. A final toss and her face is now turned towards me and I get to admire her. She's all grown up, but I still see that little girl from that night. She's vulnerable, fragile and like me she still carries the scars from what really haunts her; they may not be visible, but they are there. In sleep, her vulnerability comes through. She needs to feel secure and protected, like that the reality of what I need to do comes crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

Slowly I move from the bed so I don't wake her with the intentions of going to play another sad lament at my piano to help settle these warring emotions swirling around in my head. Instead, I take a seat in a chair in the corner of the room to continue watching Anastasia sleep. Right now, this is far more soothing to me. Damn she's my kryptonite; unlike any other woman I've met she has the power to destroy me. And if I'm honest I her

Her mahogany hair which has dried is now fanned out on her pillow framing her perfect face against her perfect porcelain skin making her look harmless. But that is far from the truth; her bare shoulders gives just a tantalizing glimpse of the jewel that lies beneath the silken cotton sheets. I watch the sheet rise and fall from her breathing reminding me she's completely naked beneath. It takes all the control I've learned through BDSM and business to restrain myself from waking her up and taking her again.

In the quiet of the night, the rhythm beneath my chest beats for her, but I can't have her. I'm not capable of giving her the one thing she desires the most… love. My eyes fixated on her and my heart beating for her I start singing "You're My Angel", her favorite song but she can't hear me in her sleep. And when I come to the end of the song, I make the only decision I can. I need to take back control and bring this dream to an end. The Harry Winston diamond earrings on the side table are sparkling in the night, but they don't compare to Anastasia and walk quietly to take them in my hand.

"Taylor," I say my voice low as not wake up Anastasia. She was so naive in thinking she could change me and I have to give it to her she came the closest.