Saturday
I wake up in bed with Anastasia next to me. She's still sleeping and curled up, hugging her pillow. Her hair is fanned out behind her, showing her slender neck. I slide over to her so I can nuzzle into her neck while I reach down between her legs to feel her, but her phone alarm goes off, ruining my plan and startling her awake.
She grabs her phone off the side table and silences it, before relaxing on her back and stretching. As she stretches with her eyes closed, the sheet slides down, revealing her breasts and as her back arches, her breasts are pushed up and towards me. Good morning to me.
"That is a mighty fine sight to see first thing in the morning, Miss Steele."
She gasps at my voice, like she wasn't even aware of my presence. Once her surprise subsides, a smile widens on her face and she relaxes back in bed and opens her eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Grey. I'm sorry if my alarm woke you. I promised Kate I'd run with her this morning." She turns to face me and supports her head with her elbow.
Fuck. I forgot that the slag cornered her last night after dinner. Well...enjoy your time with Anastasia now, Kavanagh. I'll have her all to myself the rest of the weekend. It's probably best that she go for awhile; I haven't been able to keep my mind on anything, but her since she's wrapped her lips around my dick. I'm completely consumed by this woman. While she's gone, I'll be able to get some work done so that I can concentrate on her the rest of the weekend.
"You didn't wake me, angel. I was already up."
"May I have a kiss?" Anastasia asks me, grinning. She's already aware she doesn't have to ask. I wonder if she does so because she knows that I like it when she asks or if it's her inner-sub coming through.
She gives me a sassy smile and that answers my question. Well played, Miss Steele.
"No." I tell her. Her smile disappears and she nods. She begins to climb out of bed and I grab her and pull her under me.
"I'm just kidding. Maybe next time, you won't ask..and just do." The dejected look in her eyes disappears and her eyes light up again.
"Maybe." She answers. I growl at her and nip at her bottom lip before I kiss her good morning.
"Go get your cardio in...but don't tire yourself too much. I plan on doing some cardio of my own tonight." I tell her, smacking her ass as she gets out of bed. God I love that ass.
"Looking forward to it, Mr. Grey. I hope it involves something leather that stings." She says, making her way towards the connecting bathroom.
Oh, fuck me. She has completely blown me away.
"You like leather, baby?"
She hums...almost moans in response.
"What kind?" I ask, curious and horny.
"All kinds. Belts, paddles, riding crops...take your pick, sir."
I am hard as a fucking rock. I see her disappear behind the door.
"Anastasia! Come." I call.
She opens the door and comes back to stand beside the bed.
"Yes, sir?"
"Do you really think you're going to get away with speaking like that and not pleasuring me?" I lie down and flip the sheet off my naked body. "Suck."
She licks her lips and clenches her thighs together before she climbs onto the bed and between my thighs. "Yes, sir."
I let my head fall back as she works her mouth over the top half and her hand over the bottom half. I hear her hum in appreciation and then feel her tongue swipe over the slit on my tip.
"Taste something you like?" I ask and look down at her.
Her eyes smile up at me and she grabs me at my base and squeezes up my shaft until her hand hits the tip. She does it once more, milking me. This time she gets what she wants, and smiles, swiping her tongue over the head of my dick before sucking on it hard, trying to suck all the pre-cum she can. I almost come right there. I've never had a woman milk me for this reason, but it's so fucking hot. The suction slows and she takes more of me into her mouth.
"Baby...you can have more of that...just don't stop sucking." I tell her. I don't need my whole dick in her mouth. I just need her to suck.
"Fuck!" She sucks with half of my dick still in her mouth. "So good, baby. Just like that. Don't stop." I'm panting. My head falls back and I close my eyes so that every ounce of my concentration is on the way her tight little mouth feels. It only takes a few more seconds before my balls tighten and a squirt down her throat.
"Holy fuck! Ana...fuck!" I grip the sheets beside me. My dick keeps contracting and I keep shooting down her throat. Three times...four times...five...and six. How the fuck can her mouth feel so good?
Finally I relax and my chest is heaving. I feel like I've run a marathon. My heart is pounding out of my chest and I'm suddenly exhausted.
I look at her and she sits up straight, licking her lips. I notice the smug look she has on her face. Usually, I'd be annoyed by it, but she should be feeling smug. That was fucking phenomenal.
"Thank you, baby. That was the best blowjob I've ever had." My arms are still sprawled out on each side of me while I pant and she giggles.
"Glad you liked it. May I get dressed now?" She asks.
"Kiss me, then you can go."
She climbs off the bed and bends over, kissing me fully before leaving.
Once I catch my breath and gather my sanity, I climb off the bed and into the bathroom to take my shower.
XxXxXx
I'm relaxing on my bed, my back against my headboard, while I type away on my computer. I've gotten through most of my emails from the last few days and I'm feeling pretty good about it. The television is turned on the news channel so I can listen to it in the background. I hear the shower running in the bathroom and it's putting me in an even better mood, knowing she's back. When I hear the water cease, I finish up my last email to Barney and I close the laptop, placing it on the nightstand.
The door from the bathroom opens and she comes in, wearing a white t-shirt and white, cotton panties. I shouldn't find these sexy, but for some reason, I'm extremely turned on by the simple underwear. She doesn't say anything to me, but walks over and climbs on the bed, laying herself across me. She's laying on her stomach and her ass is on my lap. She grabs a pillow and places it under her head and turns her head to look at me.
When I cock an eyebrow at her, she wiggles that ass at me. I automatically spank it and she moans and closes her eyes, relaxing against her pillow.
"Mmhmm." She says. Ah...she wants me to spank her.
I spank her a few more times, alternating cheeks, before I pull her underwear down. I take in my pink marks on her ass and knead and rub her ass for a few seconds. She moans and wiggles a fraction of an inch. I know she's trying not to. I spank her again and she gasps, biting her lip and raising her hips.
I spank her harder. "Still."
She relaxes back against me and I can feel my erection pressing against her. I continue to knead and spank her a few more times, before my finger finds its way between her legs and into her core. She's soaked. I pump it a few times and enjoy listening to her mewling. I slip my finger out and spank her a few more times before my hand goes back between her legs. This time, I use two fingers to pump.
"Mmm...so good, Christian."
I spank her with my left hand while my right fingers keep fucking her. Her moans get louder.
"Should I make you come like this?" I ask, teasing her. I want to hear her beg.
"Oh, yes. Yes, please." She begs. She never disappoints.
I continue to spank and squeeze her ass with my left hand, while my right continues to play with her core. She starts to wiggle; she's close. I grab her around the waist and hold her down, while my fingers pump faster.
"Oh, Christian! Oh...I need to move! Oh, please!" She is begging me while she tries to wiggle free.
"No, Ana. Feel it." I push hard against her front wall and move my fingers even faster, causing her to scream.
"That's it, baby." I coax, as her core begins to clench around me. "Let me have it."
She throws her head back and screams, and I pump her through her orgasm.
Her body slumps and her breathing is ragged. "Holy shit." She hisses, making me grin.
I slip my fingers out of her and suck on them while she finds her bearings. Once I feel like she's recuperated enough, I turn her to her side and sit up, sliding out from under her.
"Stay." I command, even though I have a feeling she doesn't plan on moving anytime soon.
I quickly slip out of my pants and boxer- briefs and return to the bed, grabbing her top leg and lifting it and bending it, so that I straddle her other leg and climb between them. This is one of my favorite positions. I'm a little wide and the sides of my dick will be hitting her front and back walls, making her scream. It'll be a completely new feeling for her.
Once I'm in place, I line myself up and push into her slowly so that she can get use to the new feeling. I watch her lips form into an 'O' shape and her eyes flutter close. A long, delicious moan comes from her mouth and causes me to start moving. I slowly pick up pace and her moans turn into half-screams.
"How do I feel, baby?"
"Oh...so good..." She answers and I increase pace. "Oh, fuck! Don't stop!" Her head lulls to the side and she whimpers.
I rest her top leg over my shoulder and spank her ass, making her cry out.
"Again! Oh, please!"
I spank her a second and third time and feel her start to flutter.
"Yes, baby, yes..." I tell her, but my voice is so strangled from keeping myself from coming that I don't know if she understood me. I spank her hard again and she clenches around me, screaming.
"Oh, thank fuck!" I'm finally allowed my release.
Once we relax back in the bed and curl up under the blanket, I decide we need to talk. I lean up on my elbow and look down at her as she's laying on her back. She looks up at me with those big, blue eyes and I can't help, but lean in to kiss her.
"We leave today." I tell her. I don't know how to communicate like this.
She nods. "Yes."
"Are you coming home with me?"
She gives me a small smile. "If you'd like me to, sir."
I sigh. This is not how I want her to communicate. "Anastasia...I need you to tell me how you really feel. I want you to speak freely and not allow your sub to take over."
She nods again. "I'd like to go home with you, yes."
"So, this...relationship...this half and half thing is working for you?" I ask, hopeful.
She smiles. "Yes."
"Is there any rules you'd like to put in place before we go home?" How do we do this without a contract?
She shrugs. "I've never done this half and half thing, before. I guess...I guess I know that I wouldn't be able to take it if you had another sub while we are...together."
I shake my head. "Only you, Ana. I don't want anyone, but you."
She gives me a shy smile. "Me too."
She chews her lip, thinking. I want to tell her to stop, but I want this to be an open, honest conversation and I know it won't happen if I start with the dom shit.
"I guess we can start with our hard limits." She says quietly, before blushing.
I grin. "Yes, we can do that."
She raises her eyebrows and I realize she's expecting me to start. I start ticking them off, automatically. I know my voice is monotone, but I want her to know that I am not embarrassed by my limits. No one should be.
"No acts involving fire play; no acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof; no acts involving needles, knifes, cutting, piercing, or blood; no acts involving gynecological medical instruments; no acts involving children or animals; no acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin; no acts involving breath control; no activity that involves the direct contact of electric current of any kind, fire or flames to the body." I watch as she listens intently, nodding every so often until I am finished.
"Definitely agree." She nods.
"What are your hard limits?" I urge.
"Um...well, I'm not as...seasoned as you are...so I'll try my best. I won't be rented out to other doms while I'm with you, No beating anywhere except my ass..." I wince at her choice of wording. Beating? Is that how she feels? "No play involving temperature...including ice baths, walk in freezers, or extremely low AC." Is that really a thing? "I don't like being hit with anything metal...canes, bats, golf club handles, etc...No fisting of any kind...I never want any opening of mine to be large enough for that." I snort at this and nod. I want her tight. "Oh! And no gagging."
"All of that is more than fair, baby. I know you like being bound...is there any way you don't like being bound?"
I can see her mind working as she stares up at the ceiling. She shakes her head. "No, I don't think so. Just...don't leave me chained up too long while you are gone. As ironic as it is...I don't like feeling trapped. That's a soft limit."
My heart drops into my stomach. "Baby...I would never leave you bound. If I have to bind you to keep you there, I'm not a very good dom, now am I?"
She grins. "And I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want."
"I think I can work with that." I answer, leaning down to kiss her.
"Christian?" I see her eyebrows knit together.
"Yes, baby." I lean down and kiss the 'V' on her forehead. It's surprisingly soft.
"Um...I was wondering...uh...nevermind." She looks the other way. "Let's go get some lunch."
I sigh and grab her chin, turning her head to face me. "Tell me."
She starts chewing her lip again. "I was wondering if you'd make love to me before we leave to begin all the kinky fuckery...just vanilla one last time?" Her face turns bright red.
"Oh, Ana...I am more than happy to do that, but I was hoping that we could continue to have vanilla, too."
Her face lights up. "Really?"
I chuckle. "Of course. I was hoping to have vanilla in bed tonight before we fall asleep...together."
She bites her lip and nods. "That sounds perfect."
I kiss her again and move to lay on top of her. "Still want that vanilla now?"
Her legs open wider and she bends her knees to cradle my hips. "Yes, please."
I settle between her legs and bury one of my hands in her hair as I lean down to kiss her. While we're connected at the lips, I push myself into her and feel her groan against my lips. I keep the pace slow and my forehead against hers. I love how intimate this feels. Staring into her blue eyes, feeling her body all around me seems so much more intimate than any kinky fuckery I could come up with. I love this. I want this only with her. I need to feel more of her.
I reach down and grab the back of her knee, pulling her leg around my waist. She does the same with the other and I groan. I lower myself off my elbow and cover her body, pushing her into the mattress and I hear her gasp.
"Oh, I love this." She whispers and slides her hands up my neck and into my hair.
My other hand finds her hair and I relax my forehead against my forearm. Her face is buried in my neck and she kisses my pulse point, making me shiver. She lifts her chin and kisses up my jaw line. I try my hardest to concentrate, but I can feel my eyes rolling back into my head. No woman has kissed me like this and it feels so damn good. I don't want her to stop.
Luckily, my girl is greedy and she doesn't stop. She kisses back down my jaw and neck and across my shoulder and I groan.
"Keep kissing, baby." I urge, picking up my pace a little.
She moans against my skin, but continues to leave kisses all over my shoulder. She travels up my neck and stops for a second and then I feel her teeth nip at my pulse point.
"Oh, fuck!" A surge of pleasure shoots down towards my dick and I can't stand it anymore. I pick myself up on my elbows again and kiss her deeply while I pump faster.
"Harder..." She moans against my lips. She doesn't have to tell me twice.
We both find release not long after and I hold her close, kissing her over and over. I no longer care what I'm doing or if I'm acting like a lovesick teenager. I just need her.
She sighs deeply as I nuzzle into her neck. "I love this."
I grin against her skin. "Me too, angel." I kiss her neck one last time. "Let's get some food. We need nourishment."
She stretches. "Alright. I'll make us some lunch."
"Let's do it together. Then we'll pack."
She looks surprised. Yea, me too, baby.
XxXxXx
We make our way down the stairs and towards the kitchen and I can hear my sister and mother talking. I put my arm out to stop Anastasia from continuing so that we can listen.
"But don't you see? He makes you cry all the time! Why are you putting so much effort into him?" I hear Mia say.
"He's my son, Mia! Just like you're my daughter! I will never give up on him. Ana is good for him. He's finally coming around. You need to be nicer to him." My mother answers.
Anastasia looks up at me and quirks an eyebrow.
"But, Mom! Don't you see! He's being like this now, but he's going to go back to his company and his castle in the sky and he's going to forget all about us again just like he did when he left for college! And I'll have to watch it tear your heart out again! Don't you get this cycle of abuse? I've given up on him awhile ago! I've come to terms with the fact that he doesn't love me and he never will! He throws money at us to keep us away from him, hoping it's enough to keep us at bay. I've tried to convince myself that he uses money to show he cares, but I know now that it's because he doesn't! It's a way to get out of dealing with us! Just stop pushing him! He doesn't love us."
My heart drops. I feel tears begin to leak out at my sister's confession to my mother. Of course I love them.
"Mia...stop that! Christian does love you! He does care!" My mother stands up for me and it just makes me cry more.
I walk quickly into the kitchen and up to Mia from behind, wrapping my arms around her like I did to my mother. "I do love you. I love you so much, Mia. I'm sorry." I choke out.
"Christian! Oh, I love you, too!" Mia starts crying and squeezes my arms that are around her. I sniffle and use my shoulder to wipe away some of my tears.
My mother is now sobbing and I feel even more terrible. "I'm sorry." It's all I can say. What else can you say? I've been a terrible son since the very beginning when all they've wanted was for me to show that I love them.
My mother shakes her head. "Don't be." She wipes her tears off of her face and her head turns to the side.
My eyes follow hers and I see Anastasia standing there trying to be invisible with her arms wrapped around herself. She begins to step back to go into the other room, but my mother stops her.
"Ana! Please don't go. Come here." My mother opens her arms and Anastasia hugs her.
"What did you do, sweet girl?" My mother asks her.
She shrugs. "I haven't done anything."
She's done everything.
My mother laughs. "You've done something, sweetheart. Just don't stop whatever you're doing." She hugs her tighter.
I kiss the top of Mia's head and release her so I can rescue my girl.
"Don't suffocate her, Mom." I tease.
"Oh," She sniffles and lets go. "I'm sorry, Ana."
Anastasia smiles up at her. "It's okay...really."
My mother comes up to me and turns. "Hug me."
I laugh and pull her to me. One day I'll hug her properly.
"I was just going to make lunch for Christian and me...would you like some lunch?" Anastasia asks, looking at the girls.
"We were actually just going to order some salads. How does that sound?" My mom asks, looking at Anastasia and then craning her head to look at me.
I release her and nod. "That'll suffice."
Mia hands Anastasia the menu and I sit at the table.
"Come."
Anastasia automatically comes closer, while she reads the menu and sits in my lap. I grin and suppress telling her she's a good girl. I love that she has no problem minding me in front of my family. I read the menu over her shoulder and decide on the chef salad with house dressing. She decides on the same, but with ranch.
"Better eat it up." I whisper into her ear. "You'll need your strength for later."
She shivers and smiles shyly down at the table, a beautiful blush spreading over her face.
She turns in my lap and looks at me. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Lemonade?" I tell her and she nods. "Thank you, baby." I kiss her before I release her waist so she can fetch our drinks.
I catch Mia smiling at me and I raise an eyebrow.
"You two really are cute together. I'm sorry I've been a bitch, Christian."
"I forgive you." I tell her, grinning. It's the least I can do for everything I've put them through. I know I need to be better. I need to try harder. As long as I have Ana with me, I know it'll be easy.
My phone goes off and by the vibration pattern, I know it's Elena. Shit. I completely forgot.
I pull out my phone and see that I've received a text from her.
*I have a sub all set up, darling. Her background check has been sent to your email and she will be groomed and at your door at 7:00 pm sharp, ready for the playroom.*
I swallow thickly. That doesn't even sound good anymore. The only woman I want in my playroom is Anastasia.
*Cancel her, Elena. I'll no longer be needing her services. Or yours for that matter.*
Anastasia comes back with our glasses of lemonade and I turn off the screen and shove my phone back in my pocket.
XxXxXx
Lunch went well...probably better than I ever thought it would. Everyone else joined us and I thoroughly shocked my brother by not being an asshole to him when he joked about Anastasia taking me home. I rather enjoyed seeing my brother's shocked face. I'm trying to get packed up while Anastasia does the same across the bathroom, but my phone keeps going off and I know that it's Elena.
I finally give up and look at my phone. I have four missed calls and multiple text messages.
*What are you talking about?*
*Christian? Are you alright, darling?*
*Why aren't you answering my calls?*
*What do you mean you won't be 'needing my services'? Have I done something to offend you?*
*Please call me, darling.*
*What's wrong? Do I need to call Grace?*
Fuck, she's annoying. I never realized how often she calls me darling...like she still owns me...like she still wants me. Well that's got to stop. She pulls the mother card so I'm forced to answer. Bitch.
*I am fine, Elena. I've found someone.*
My phone goes off, not fifteen seconds later. I roll my eyes.
*What do you mean you've found someone? A new sub? Do I know her?*
*Her name is Anastasia and I doubt it.*
*Who's services will you be using if you no longer need mine? You know I know your tastes best darling.*
I grit my teeth. I want to punch this bitch.
*I'm not using anyone services. I no longer need anyone to find me subs. I'm happy with Anastasia.*
*What will you do once you get bored with this sub? Maybe I should meet her.*
My anger rises. There is no way she is going to meet Anastasia as my sub. Luckily, the name doesn't ring a bell for her since she already knows her. Get bored with Anastasia? I could never. I'll never be able to let go. I want her mine. Always.
*I won't...and absolutely not. I'm done, Elena.*
I back out of our conversation and bring Taylor's up.
*Block Elena from being able to contact me, including her badge to use the personal elevator at Grey House. Change the codes to the apartment, including the garage.*
*Yes, sir. Any certain combination for the codes?*
I stop and think for a minute.
*Make the garage Anastasia Steele's birth year and the apartment her birthday.*
I grin at the thought.
*And make her an all access badge for Grey House, including my personal elevator.*
I want her to be available and have easy access whenever I want her...and whenever she wants me. The visual of her bent over my desk with handprints on her naked ass immediately makes me hard.
*Yes, sir.*
I receive three more texts from Elena during our conversation, but I ignore them and slip my phone back into my pocket so that I can finish packing.
XxXxXx
I carry Anastasia and my bag down the stairs and place them by the door with everyone else's while we say our goodbyes. My sister and my mother both back up to me so that I can hug them and then I shake my father's hand and then my brother's.
"Maybe we can get together to have drinks sometime?" Elliot asks, hopeful.
My stomach twists and I force the annoyance I have for him to the back of my mind. I told myself I was going to try more, so I will...although I'm not too happy about it.
I give him a nod. "Text me."
A large smile appears on his face and he nods back. "For sure." He's obviously excited and my annoyance subsides.
I shake male Kavanagh's hand then squeeze Kate's shoulder. There is no need for more contact than that with her.
Taylor appears in the doorway and he picks up my bag. He looks over my face and his eyes stop on the faint bruise on my cheek. I'll brief him more later. I see Anastasia grab her bag while she's speaking with the other girls so I step out and follow Taylor to the SUV so she can say her goodbyes.
"Mr. Grey, this is Sawyer." Taylor announces when a man climbs out of the passenger seat.
He's Anastasia's security; Taylor sent his background check to me and I looked it over earlier today. He's fresh out of the military, but Taylor trusts him and that's what's important. If Taylor trusts him, so do I.
Sawyer holds out his hand. "Mr. Grey."
I shake his hand and give him a nod. "Sawyer."
Sawyer opens the back seat for me, but I wait for Anastasia. I see her heading out with the girls and they climb into Kate's Mercedes convertable with male Kavanagh. Anastasia continues past them.
"Ana?!" Kate calls and Anastasia turns to look at her. "Aren't you coming?"
My breath hitches in my throat. Anastasia looks back at me and then back to Kate. Shit. I really hope she isn't backing out. Please choose me.
She shakes her head at Kate and turns and grins at me before making her way over. I find myself meeting her halfway so I can take her bag. Once I have it, I put an arm around her shoulder so I can escort her to the vehicle. No getting away now.
Taylor takes the bag from me and I steer her to the open door. She stops and turns towards me.
"What about my car?"
"Where are your keys? Sawyer!" I call, but he's already here. Quiet little bastard.
Once she has her keys I introduce them. "Anastasia, this is Sawyer. He's going to be your security. Sawyer, this is Miss Steele."
Her eyebrows knit together, but she offers him her hand. "Nice to meet you, Sawyer."
"Likewise, Miss Steele."
Okay...enough with this shit.
"Sawyer, drive Miss Steele's car back to Escala."
He nods and holds his hand out to her for the keys.
She hands them over with a quiet thank you.
"Are you going to get in the vehicle now or am I going to have to pick you up and throw you in?"
She giggles. "I'm going, I'm going. Keep your hair on, Grey." She states, climbing in.
I take the advantage and smack her hard on her sundress-covered ass, making her squeak.
"So sassy, Miss Steele." I comment, climbing in behind her.
"You like me sassy, Mr. Grey." She reminds.
"Yes, but I also like smacking that ass." I retort pulling her closer to me.
"I like that, too." She says, grinning at her hands. I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger and kiss the top of her head.
"Are you ready to go?" I ask her quietly.
She turns her head to look at me. "With you? I'm ready for anything." She whispers.
I grin like a fucking idiot as Taylor pulls away.
God, I love this girl.
A/N: So this was the last day at the beach house. I appreciate all of your reviews, favorites, and follows. This was a fun one to do. I was thinking about doing an Ana POV of the week and also a bonus scene showing them entering Escala and the playroom for the first time together. It's up to my reviewers. Do I complete it here? Do you want an Ana POV or leave her mysterious? Do you want a bonus playroom scene? Whose POV?