I DO NOT OWN FIFTY SHADES TRILOGY CHARACTERS OR STORYLINE.

ALL CREDITS TO EL JAMES

Hello readers! Can I have your thoughts on this?

It's the third version I wrote, a bit anxious about it as it's darker and well the characters are dealing with their deepest fears.

I promise it will be lighter and funnier next time.

Anastasia as the naughty CEO's wife, Christian as the usual controlling mogul, gorgeous all the way.

And the return of the "Hollywood actor":Mr Somerhalder (all respect to him) don't forget he's after Ana. We still don't know why.

MMMM steamy dreams ahead... for Ana!

Sincere apologies if mistakes, it's unintentional.

Review please my good readers. Lots of love, Bel.

Token of love

There stands my Dominant, part sadist, part caring. Sometimes harsh, sometimes considerate. Deep dark eyes penetrate through me. The delicate form of his lips twitches into a slight smirk. It is unnerving to know but he is also a master when it comes to read through me. I feel a pool of wetness there. He strides towards me, eyes on the pray. Dangerously. I might have been scared by the implement he has chosen to work me: a long wooden cane; I no longer am.

"What do you want Anastasia?" The voice itself is such a turn on.

"I...I..." I am feeling apprehensive, my mouth has turned dry. I look down, careful not to meet his steely glare I know he darts towards me. Seeing his bare feet moving, the aphrodisiac feeling will ever grow old.

"I am not a patient man. Answer me now." The tone is even more brutal, laden with excitement. How can I resist my wonderful Dom?

"I want you Sir." There I said it out loud. No shaking, no high pitched voice. I relax instantly when he stops right behind me. The warmth of his bare chest, the soft hair that tickles my back, I sigh inwardly, cautiously not making any noise. He breathes down my ear.

"How do you want me Baby?" Still stern but somehow he softens the words, I squirm in delight, anticipation is the key. Here I am, all flushed and flustered and he hasn't touched me yet.

"Please Sir, would you like to cane me?"

I hear his triumphant grin, his heartbeat thudding and it matches mine.

"I would love to. Do you?" He likes to tease, to make me beg. This is all part of the game.

"Yes Sir." My breath is shallow, rapid. I can't take it anymore, I crave his touch so badly.

"Good girl. Bend down lower."

I am prepared for the blows. They used to bite my flesh, used to make me run and scream from the hills. I even long for them now. He doesn't ask me to count but he's not holding back. I guess he's pleased with me, they are precise, quick, efficient. My ass must be a nice shade of pink, just like he loves. My mind travels to a dark place along with him, one that is million miles away. We fill it with our most blazing light.

"You take your discipline very well Anastasia. I am proud of you." Now deftly undoing my restraints, he guides me to the wooden cross, where our names are carved: C&A.

He trusts me enough not to shackle me again, he's careful not to leave permanent welts on my body. In a moment, it will be worshiped, cherished by my husband. He has not morphed yet. Still my Dom, pleasuring and controlling his Submissive.

"I am going to fuck you hard. Fast. This is your reward Baby." A perfect O on my open mouth as he thrusts deeply, sharply into me. My legs gripping around his waist. I didn't notice he took off his sexy ripped jeans. He impales me and starts to pick up a steady slow rhythm. The ragging breath, the quivering mess, the constricting walls are his cues to fasten the speed. Now we are moving up down like two frantic crazies. We are one, linked by the intensity of our insane lovemaking.

He rains dozen of wet kisses down my neck, to the valley of my breasts. The bites of his teeth on my nipple encourage me to meet his every thrust, to grind myself closer if possible. All the way cry out my impeding orgasm. He bores his mesmerizing eyes through my soul, urging me to follow him and let go.

"Come for me, with me. I need it so much

You are so fucking good. Feels so fucking amazing.

Baby please. Come."

I let myself go in a frenzy thunderstorm, I spaced out from the reality, it's a mind numbing climax that goes on and on as he is still pounding into me. Into my slick and tight entrance. It truly feels like heaven to be able to lose ourselves in this way.

Forbidden, unconventional but wildly addictive.

"Ah Fuck! I'm coming..." The extraordinary look on his face, contorted by extreme pleasure, is priceless. So as the way he clutches the back of my head with one hand and squeezes tightly my cheek with the other.

He pours everything he got, one long shot after another. I am still mumbling his name like a prayer while I descend from my high.

"Christian. Christian."

"I fucking love you Ana. I will not survive if you want me no more." His hot sweaty body lays next to mine on the wide four poster bed. He almost crushes me painfully. He has transformed. Gone is my intimidating Dominant.

I am cuddling my lost boy now, languid with a sated feeling. The overwhelming joy that I am into. He's reluctant to join me. Something is bothering him. I stroke his firm back with the pad of my fingers and he shivers in silent awe.

"Talk to me. Please Christian. Don't be sad and scared. I want to be there for you." I plead with him , it's my heart calling his.

"I know about it all Anastasia. The men, the meetings here and in San Diego, the contacts you had, the abject ogling. I know, I saw it. It's killing me. I swear it's plaguing me with nightmares.

All these fuckers trying to get into your panties, to get what is mine. I would gladly skin them alive and strangle them dead slowly, painfully.

Did they touch you? Did you? Tell me. Get me out of my misery please. Tell me you didn't. That my imagination, that the cameras are toying with me. I am a poor bastard without you..."

That I might actually fall for someone else, that's what he's implying.

He actually sobs, seething with tension. He holds me as if I could go away any moment. This confession, sudden yet not so surprising, tugs at my hearts. He's not trusting me. But neither himself. He fears so much to be abandoned. To be deprived from my love.

For God sake, he just caned and fucked me. Made me come like a fucking freight train. I 'll do it anytime he wishes.

But this...the jealousy, the anger, the rage. It's too much of an issue. It goes beyond his controlling ways, his megalomania, his adolescent fucked up self. How I wish there is magic in my words!

To heal him I would walk in the fire with a smile.

I just can't let go, I just can't give up this wonderful man who is mine. As I am his. Maybe I should get mad to have him stalked all aspects of my life, it's a pointless battle right now.

"I LOVE YOU CHRISTIAN GREY.

There are only a few things I can do to make you realize. The first token of love that comes through my mind is...

Please lay on your back Baby."

My blue to his gray. It remains wide and lost but soon he listens to my coos. And closes his eyes.

I plunge deep down on him, taking his harden length in my warm wet mouth and ravishingly instilling every drop of my love, my devotion. Not long before I have sucked up and down his sex, licking the tip with my avid tongue, tasting the round balls, my pretty attuned Christian comes loudly and spurts loads into the back of my throat. I take my own sweet time, my moans, the way I peer up at him through my eyelashes should be proof that I enjoy doing it just for him.

...

We head to the master's bathroom and contemplate spending the rest of the night in the tub, filled with white lilies and roses petals, foam and oil. The hearts and flowers he gives me! My adored Fifty, mercurial as ever, has gone from angry to broody and then passionate lover in less than an hour. But he got nowhere near the problematic insecurity.

I decide to broach the subject and take a deep solid breath.

"I want to show you the texts, the mails, the letters, the minutes. And I 'm talking about complete disclosure OK? Do you hear me now?"

He nods, lowers his head in the crook of my neck, drinking me in. He possessively circles my waist. He's nothing but gentle, impassive nevertheless.

Here goes...

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