The Color Grey by Mary Pseudonym
Chapter Twenty-One - Full Of Surprises
I have lost count the number of times, and the number of rooms in, Christian and I have had sex over the last two days. However, I will not be able to forget joining the mile high club as we fly back to Seattle. As an apology, because we are heading back Saturday due to Christian's work schedule, he offered to show me the plane's bedroom. The only thing I wanted to know was if the door locked, and even that wasn't high priority.
Ironically we didn't even make it to the bed; instead somehow I ended up astride him on the floor, Christian's back against the locked door. He doesn't grant me control, but I take it with a wicked smile. I knew wearing a skirt would pay off today. As I capture his lips with my own, I know we both want it hard and fast.
The slow mountain car ride to the airport and take off was one long drawn out foreplay session. As I clench my thighs tighter around Christian's waist, while undoing his pant's zip, I feel his hands grip my ass underneath my skirt. Letting an evil grin spread across my face, I watch Christian as he realizes I am not wearing panties.
"Miss Steele, did we forget something this morning?" My eyes slip closed in pleasure as Christian slips a finger inside of me. I thrust my body further into his, letting out a fractured moan when he adds a second finger.
"Whatever do you mean Sir?" I squeal in delight, and arousal, when Christian spanks me; satisfyingly hard.
"Explain your state of undress." I purposefully lock my eyes onto his as I reach forward and release his cock from his boxer briefs. He groans as I wrap my hands around his length, groans lower when I begin to tease him.
Withdrawing only one hand, the other still working his shaft, I reach into his jacket inside pocket. I let my nails graze his chest, catching his nipple and causing him to buck. I pull out the condom I saw him tuck in his pocket earlier, ripping it open with my teeth. With still non expert hands, I roll the condom onto him as his hands guide mine.
"This is not an explanation Miss Steele," Christian says with a voice laced with lust. Somehow even as I position myself over him, he cannot resist the urge to tease me.
"No, but it is an answer." He grips my waist tightly, and we make searing eye contact as I bite my lower lip. With as much control as I have had during sex, I lower myself onto his throbbing cock.
I throw my head back at the new sensation, being on top just might suit me. With the way I am above him, he is hitting new depths inside of me. In all the positions we have tried, and there were a lot, it still takes me by surprise how different they can feel. As I circle my hips just so, Christian growls beneath me.
"I knew if I ever gave you control, you would tease me relentlessly," he says with a powerfully sexy tone. With a swift move he spanks me again, causing me to moan and thrust into him. We aren't fooling each other; he is still very much in control.
Together we begin to move, hard and fast just like I predicted. At first he is guiding my movements, but that doesn't last long as I pick it up quickly. Our hands explore each other's flesh, our ministrations encumbered by the fact that we are still practically fully clothed. By using Christian as leverage, I pull at his hair as my thrusts become more erratic.
From the sounds I am increasingly getting used to, I can tell neither Christian nor I can last much longer. It doesn't dawn on me to be embarrassed by the amount of sound we are making, but I probably should be. The plane hits turbulence, throwing us into weightlessness for a few moments. With the new movement in our environment, and sudden surprise, our bodies both release in ecstasy with my scream echoing in the enclosed space. I collapse onto Christian, our chests pressed together as they rise and fall. He strokes my hair tenderly, both of us content.
"Fuck," I whisper after I few minutes. When Christian chuckles it vibrates my whole body, causing me to clench myself around him as he is still buried deep within me. The plane suddenly hits more turbulence, and I feel Christian twitch.
"I think we should probably get back to our seats Anastasia." His arms have protectively wrapped around me. I shake my head against him, turning my head to nestle into his neck. With a strength and skill that is a huge turn on, Christian grips me and stands.
I maneuver slightly, as he withdraws from within me. Instead of standing though, I wrap my legs around his hips. With my head still at his neck, I plant a tender kiss just below his ear. He takes two steps in the small bedroom, taking us into the smallest bathroom ever. As my bottom hits the counter, I finally release my legs from around him. We clean each other off, and I watch as Christian readjusts his suit.
"That was some apology Mr. Grey," I say as he buckles his belt. Both of his hands find their way to my hips. He leans forward and rests his forehead against mine.
"I really wish we could have stayed another day, I think we missed a couple of rooms." His smirk is as sexy as it is disarming.
"Fucking on the washing machine was fun." With an absent mind, I begin to run my hand up and down his chest.
"Not as much fun as fucking your mouth on the mountain trail," his voice drops lower. Oh my, that was fun. I pivot myself upwards, capturing his bottom lip with my teeth. It is very easy for the two of us to get carried away.
After another patch of turbulence, Christian and I reluctantly find our way back to our seats. I can see from out the window that we are flying through a rather angry looking storm cloud. The rest of the flight back is rather uneventful, the five hours literally flying by. Touchdown is smooth, a real credit to the pilot; a light drizzle of rain has already begun here.
The streets of Seattle look the same, yet I feel like I am looking at them with different eyes. Christian's hand is clasped around mine, his thumb drawing circles on my inner wrist, as we sit in the back of a Taylor driven Escalade. I am not ready for the bubble to burst, not ready for a return to normal. Still being new to the city, I am unable to tell whether we are headed to my apartment or his.
"Anastasia?" Christian's quiet voice reaches my ears, causing me to turn to him. He hasn't asked a question, but I hear hesitation in the way he said my name.
"Yes, Christian?" With my free hand, I reach over and stroke his cheek lightly. He leans into my touch.
"Stay with me tonight." Slowly I move closer towards him.
"I thought you would never ask." His smile mirrors mine before he chastely captures my lips with his own. My answer was clearly a forgone conclusion as not five minutes later we are entering the underground car lot of Escala.
During the elevator ride upwards, Christian's hands find their way under my skirt again. There are no complaints this time about my lack of panties; yet I find myself wishing the trip skywards was longer, as when the doors open his hands withdraw from below my skirt. Instead he puts a hand to the small of my back and leads me to the kitchen.
Standing over the stove is an elegant middle aged woman, her short blonde hair pinned at her neck. When she turns around her clear blue eyes sparkle with obviously delight. It takes a few moments for the unmistakable smell of marinara sauce to hit my nose. Only then do I notice the apron tied around her navy-blue pencil skirt and plain white tailored shirt.
"Anastasia, please meet Mrs. Gail Jones." Christian is guiding me forward. "My housekeeper, I would be lost without her."
"Lovely to finally meet you Miss Steele," Mrs. Jones says as I step away from Christian. She outstretches her hand which I shake. Her smile is warm and inviting; yet my mind cannot stop focusing on her shining blonde hair.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Jones. And please call me Ana." I watch her look towards Christian, who I can feel standing just behind me.
"Then you simply must call me Gail," she says as she looks back at me. Hard ass Christian just might be calming down. I like to think I had something to do with it.
"Alright Gail, what is that lovely smell?" I say as I cock my head slightly to the side, finally letting a genuine smile overtake my face. Christian wraps his arm around my body, resting his hand at my hip. Gail beams at the both of us.
"Chicken Parmigiana, should be out of the oven in about five minutes." She turns from us and stirs something on the stove. "Christian let me know what time you would be home, and I knew you would be hungry." I blush, even though I know she means we had a long flight. She couldn't possibly know the real reason I have been hungry since we arrived in Aspen.
Out of the corner of my eye I see movement behind us, and Taylor comes into the kitchen holding my handbag. Without breaking his hold on me, Christian reaches out and takes it from him; he places it on one of the nearby stools. I find myself hoping, knowing, one of the chicken pieces is for Taylor. Christian and Taylor share a look, and Christian nods.
"Sir, Miss Steele." Taylor nods back and disappears again. Christian kisses my temple and is suddenly leading me to the dining table.
Gail has laid out a beautiful table setting in front of two seats, Christian pulls out one of the chairs and gestures for me to sit. I gaze at him from across the table once he takes his seat. There are calming white roses, their fragrance filling the space between Christian and I. His hand touches my knee under the table, and despite my rumbling stomach I want to disappear into the bedroom.
"Thanks for a perfect couple of days Christian," I say as I lay my hand over his.
"We aim to please." He knowingly smirks at me. Before I can speak again, Gail is delivering our food.
The dinner is absolutely delicious, better than any parmigiana's I have ever made. Accompanying the chicken is a nice fresh salad that tastes somehow like summer. It doesn't take either of us long to clear our plates, conversation only remaining light during; the crisp white wine Christian pours for me pairing perfectly with the food. I am beyond elated when Christian retrieves dessert from the kitchen, a chocolate ganache mousse cake.
"Chocolate cake, I should have known," I say with a smirk as Christian sets a piece between us, having pulled his chair right next to mine. He holds a spoonful before my lips, which I greedily take into my mouth. I moan at the deliciousness.
"Too bad we are not alone; I would love to eat this cake off of you." He takes a mouthful himself and I cannot stop myself from closing the distance to capture his lips with mine. I can taste the chocolate; feel his hands on my body.
"Delicious," I say in a whisper into his ear when we break apart. When he looks me in the eyes, I know he knows I am not talking about the cake.
"Fuck," he says with a small shake of his head.
"Yes, please." His answering chuckle makes my insides flip.
"Insatiable, I love it." He kisses me quickly on the lips and pushes his chair slightly back from me. "Could we possibly press pause for say about an hour?" Christian gazes at me from across the table where he is returning his chair to its rightful place. "I just need to do some catch up stuff and then I am all yours again."
"I am just happy to be here, with you. Take all the time you need." I smile, and then wickedly bite my lip. He closes the space between us again, hauling me up from the table fervently.
"You know what that does to me," he says with a low and sexy voice before capturing my lips roughly with his. He takes my breath away; I grip onto him for support. When he releases my mouth, he smirks at me triumphantly. He knows how wet I am, his hand is cupping my ass. "Feel free to explore, think of it as your place too now."
With that he turns and strides out of the room. After my legs stop shaking, I wander into the kitchen where Gail vehemently denies my offers to help clean up. So instead I grab my handbag, and pull out my phone. It feels like I haven't touched it in days, which I suppose I haven't. There are a few texts from Kate, a couple from Ethan, and one I ignore from Jose. As I explore a bit of Christian's apartment, an idea strikes me for what I can do tomorrow.
I push open a door near the stairs looking for a bit of privacy, the room that is on the other side is roughly the same size as the red room upstairs; so I assume that is directly above this spot. This room however is filled floor to ceiling with books not whips and cuffs, which is revealed when I switch on the light. If it was possible to find a room sexually arousing, this would be the one for me.
In the centre of the room is a billiard table, plus there are two plush single lounge chairs nestled between two of the bookcases. I claim a chair and dial Mia's number. As I wait for the call to connect, I let my eyes wander over the closest shelves. Man I cannot wait to crack the spines on some of these books.
"Ana," Mia's voice practically squeals on the other end of the line.
"Mia, how are you?" I can already feel a smile starting to form on my face. This girl is happiness personified.
"Fabulous as always," she giggles like the carefree spirit she is. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I am back in Seattle and I have my first day of work on Monday." I take a breath; the excitement over starting work has been suppressed during my escape with Christian. "I was hoping you might be free for the salon visit tomorrow?"
"Oh perfect, new job needs professionally styled hair." I didn't want to admit it but I thought maybe Mia was just being polite with her invitation. I am glad to know she actually wants to spend time with me. "I can pick you up; just shoot me directions to your place in a text."
"Funny story, but I am actually staying at Christian's tonight." I hear another squeal on the other end of the line. "I think he has some early-ish meetings tomorrow, so could you pick me up here after he leaves for Grey House?"
"Oh wait until I see Christian, that little secretive spy." Mia's voice has dropped to a restrained whisper.
"Please don't make a big deal out of this," I say quickly. It hadn't occurred to me that I shouldn't let Mia know I am spending the night at Christian's. I suddenly find myself hoping he won't be mad at me. Surely he will be happy I am spending some time with his sister.
"Ana, he never lets us know when he has a girlfriend." For good reason I might add. "But, I promise I won't freak out over the best thing to happen to my brother." I inwardly beam; she thinks I am the best thing for Christian.
"Would 9am work for you Mia?" I am pretty confident that Christian will have made his way to work by then.
"Can't wait, see you then." She giggles again. "We have so much to talk about. Bye."
"See you," I say before we both disconnect the call.
I tuck my phone back into my bag, which I dump on the floor. Excitement fills me, and if Christian is mad I told Mia about us then so be it. The real trouble will be telling Kate I went to a salon without her, and with another woman. Maybe it will take some of the attention off of the fact I have just spent a couple days in bed with a man. Ha, who am I kidding? At least I don't have to share my news with her until tomorrow. I am not quite ready to share Christian with Kate just yet.
There is a stunning copy of 'Paradise Lost', which I pull off of the shelf next to me. I allow myself to become immersed in the world of Milton's creation. With no concept of the time past, I don't realize Christian is in the room with me until I feel his hand slide up my leg. We make eye contact over the spine of the book. He is kneeling before me.
"You sure can concentrate Miss Steele," he says as a lazy, seductive, smile spreads across his face.
"My apologies Sir, but I was in another world." The hand on my leg travels up further, the other takes the book from me and deposits it on the nearest surface.
"If you want to go places, baby I can take you." Both of his hands are now cupping my ass and pulling me further down the chair, pulling me closer to him. I let my legs spread, my ankles hooking behind his body.
"Show me Mr. Grey." My voice is already breathless, full of want and desire. With the way he smirks at me before burying his head under my skirt, I know he is going to take it teasingly slow.
His hands, his lips, his teeth, they all touch me with delicious intent; never where I need it most. Only when I am sure that there is a possibility I am going to come without him doing so, does he turn his attentions to my clitoris. My hands are gripping the shelf behind me, my body completely at his mercy. He is making me wait, building and building onto my arousal.
"Please, Christian," I say pleadingly. Honestly I am not even sure what I am asking for, I just know I need to release before I explode.
"Oh Anastasia, the places I could take you." I thrust myself forward, the loss of his mouth on my body unbearable. "If you will only let me."
"I am yours, do what you want with me." I think I almost climax when I hear the animalistic growl that emits from his chest at my words. In less than a minute, his tongue gives me what I want.
"Fuck yes Christian," I scream into the otherwise silent room. "Oh, Christian." He doesn't stop his movement, making the sensation last even longer.
I black out in the best possible way. When I finally arise it is because there is sun shining onto my face. A beautiful view of all of Seattle is in front of me. Christian is wound around me like a vine, a seductive but completely asleep vine. Since we arrived in Aspen, I have been waking up to his beautiful visage every morning; however I don't think I will ever get used to it.
As I let my eyes take in Christian's bedroom, I realize it is the first time I have been in here. The bedroom itself is vast; the bed we are on is enormous and ultramodern. I find myself quite liking the rough driftwood material, and the four posters surrounding us. I wish it had a canopy though; it would fit with his commanding personality.
I must be been moving too much, because I can feel Christian stir behind me. His morning erection is pressing into my back and I wiggle further into him. The pressure of his grip around me increases, and I know he is now fully awake. I feel his nose nuzzle into my hair, and I lean back into his touch. Being the little spoon is so comforting.
"I cannot believe I have to leave you, here in my bed," he says in a whisper. He has begun to trail feather light kisses around my ear and down my neck.
My eyes flitter shut as his hand moves down, teasing my stomach, moving over my hip and down my thigh. I reach over to the bedside and grab a condom, hearing him groan in approval. With one hand he grasps my hair in a fist, his teeth nipping at my nape. Using the other hand, he takes the condom from me after pushing my knee up higher.
With his skill and dexterity, he is taking me from behind in no time. The pace is slow, lazy, and loving. Every movement is deliberate and erotically intimate. It doesn't escape my notice that he has me pinned this time so I cannot move, he is purposefully dominating me. I find myself submitting to his every whim, my body climbing with his towards ecstasy.
"Fuck, you don't know how perfect you are Anastasia." Infinitesimally Christian increases his pace, increases the pressure of his hold on me too.
"Only for you Christian," I say as a moan, drawing his name out lustfully. This causes Christian to quicken his pace even more, which causes my body to respond equally.
"That is right, only me." My body is wound so tight I know I am close. As his pace turns punishing, I feel a switch flick within me and I detonate loudly. My climax pushes Christian over the precipice after another couple of hard thrusts. We lay there panting for a few minutes.
"I now understand the perfection that is the Sunday Morning Fuck," I say with a giggle as Christian pulls out of me. Christian answers me with a light spank on my ass, causing me to giggle more.
"That mouth of yours Miss Steele." He kisses me on the back of the neck. "Whatever will I do with it?"
"Stay and I can show you what I can do with it." I turn in bed and face him. Our chests press together and he groans. Bringing up a hand, Christian swipes the hair from my face.
"You are a siren Anastasia Steele," he says in awe. "But if I don't leave this bed now, I may never again." He kisses me sweetly, his fingers burying themselves into my hair. I grip his forearm.
"Okay, go rule the world," I say with a smile when we break from the kiss. He touches his forehead to mine before rolling out of the bed. "Even if I don't understand why you need to work on a Sunday," I say calling after him.
I listen as he turns on the shower, wrapping the sheet tightly around myself while I imagine Christian under the water. My muscles are deliciously sore, well used. Perhaps I should look at getting a gym membership so I can keep up with Christian. A longer stamina would only be a good thing, for me and him.
"This is my new favorite view," I hear Christian say suddenly. He is tying his tie, standing at the end of the bed. I must have dozed off a little. I blush bright red as he is ogling me. "Simply exquisite."
"Keeping talking like that and I won't let you leave." I sit up on the bed, holding the sheet to my chest. I watch Christian shrug on a suit jacket, light grey today. He leans down and captures my lips in a quick kiss.
"There is food in the kitchen, eat." His stern expression is sexy as all hell.
"Okay, Sir." I stare intently up at him, letting a playful yet serious expression overtake my face.
"Will you be here when I get home?" His voice is suddenly vulnerable. He wants me to stay.
"I want to run some errands, and I should probably stay at my place tonight. But," I say as my eyes search his face. "I will be here when you finish work." He kisses me quickly again before smirking, his face suddenly elated.
"Laters, Baby." I laugh, hard. He is really just beautiful.
"Laters, Baby." With another too brief kiss, he turns and strides from the room.
Once his sexy ass has left the bedroom I stretch out my body, springing from the bed. Since Aspen I have gotten used to being naked, so I don't bother with clothes as I explore his bedroom. I walk through a door assuming it would be the bathroom, but instead find a walk in closet. There are lines upon lines of suits, shirts, shoes, and ties; holy fucking shit, who needs this many clothes? Christian really is the ultimate consumer. Sitting near a plush bench seat in the middle of the space are my duffle bags. Taylor must have brought them in here, sweet man.
Most of the clothes haven't been worn. Christian and I didn't do much wearing of clothes in Aspen. I grab a pair of black skinny jeans, a cute blue baby doll top and a fresh underwear set. Silently I thank my mother for practically dragging me into Victoria's Secret. I back out of the ridiculously closet, trying the closed door beside it. I am rewarded with the bathroom.
The room is still steaming from Christian's shower, and I now know he does indeed like his showers punishingly hot. As bathrooms go, this is hands down the most beautiful one I have ever seen. I take a long shower, vaguely aware that I have plenty of time to get ready before I am expecting Mia. Once I am done, I put a light amount of makeup on as I am going to a salon after all; I know how judgmental some stylists can be.
Gail presents me with a Latte when I reach the kitchen, and I notice she is drinking tea. I also learn the woman can make a mean omelet. I see from the time on my phone that it is only about 08:00, so I spend some time chatting with Gail as she cleans up breakfast. It is so comforting to know someone as wonderful as her is looking after Christian.
Mia arrives early, which is not really a surprise. I think she was trying to catch Christian before he left for the day. Despite Christian's claims early on in our relationship that he cannot love, his family loves him dearly. Plus it is clear she wanted to see Christian and me together. You have to be up pretty early to catch Christian Grey though.
"Sorry to have missed him," Mia says with a pout. I know instantly this woman never hears the word no.
"I am sure he would be too." I sling my handbag over my shoulder, ready to go. "There is a chance I didn't tell him we were meeting up, thought I would surprise him." We start to walk to the elevator together; Mia presses the down button when we reach it.
"Oh, Christian doesn't do too well with surprises." Of course Mr. Control Freak doesn't like surprises.
"He is just going to have to learn, because life is full of surprises." Mia smiles like a conspirator as we board the elevator.
"True that Ana, true that." We both start to chuckle as the doors close, starting our journey downwards with laughter.
Mia drives a zippy little Audi; in a pink color that I am sure isn't standard from the factory. She plays pop music too loudly, sings beautifully along with it, and drives too fast. However there is no denying that she is absolutely fun to be around. I have a feeling Mia, Kate, and I could get in a lot of trouble together.
"So, tell me about my brother?" Mia says as she changes lanes quickly. "Do you make each other happy?" I nod, but her eyes are on the road where they should be.
"Very happy." I start to fiddle with the end of my hair. "I have never felt like this before." The car begins to slow and Mia pulls into a parking spot. She turns in her seat as she engages the parking brake.
"In love?" She reaches over and touches my hand gently. Could I possibly be in love?
"I can't be. It is way too soon." I shake my head before I turn and look her in the eyes.
"Life is full of surprises Ana." Her sweet smile is open, honest, and supportive. "By the way," she says as her voice changes tone. "We are here." She gestures with her head over her shoulder.
I shake myself off as we get out of the car. Putting the thoughts of love in a box at the back of my brain, I follow Mia into an impressive looking building. The salon is called Esclava; the interior is all white and leather, beautiful long mirrors and pink peony flowers. As I touch one of the leather chairs I miss Christian suddenly. Get a grip Steele.
As Mia strides further into the salon, I am taken aback by how beautiful and alluring the place is. Letting my eyes take in all the decadence, I suddenly get this strange feeling. I cannot explain the tingling at the back of my neck. When I subtly turn around I see a glamorous, classic beauty type standing near the front counter.
Never good with guessing ages, but she appears to be late thirties or early forties. Her platinum blonde hair gloriously styled. The tight fitting black ensemble she is wearing is doing wonders for her figure, making her tall frame seem all the skinnier. For some reason the word regal pops into my head as a descriptor for her.
"Mia," the woman drawls in a fake ass accent. Maybe not so regal after all.
"Elena," Mia says as she touches my arm and gestures with her head for me to follow. We walk over to the counter, which Elena has perched herself behind. "I know it is terribly naughty, but I haven't made an appointment."
"Don't be silly dear," Elena pats Mia on the hand as she speaks. Then her gaze turns to me. "Who is your friend?"
"This is Ana." Mia smiles at me, and I cannot help but let her mood lift mine as I smile back. "She is my brother's girlfriend, and I was hoping you could squeeze us both in so we could become friends." When Mia and I turn our gazes back to Elena I am disconcerted by the way she is looking at me.
"Well of course," she says with her tone elevated but flat. "I will have our two best stylists over in double time. Only the best for Mia and Anastasia." It doesn't occur to me that Elena called me by my name, and not my nickname, until she has disappeared down the back corridor of the salon.
I don't have long to think about it either, as true to her word two stylists appear within a minute. They whisk us away and start their work on Mia and me. I explain to Monica, my stylist, that I really only want a trim and a blow out. She spends a few minutes gushing over my hair, before convincing me to let her wash it.
Despite my usually aversion to salons I find myself relaxing quite easily. Maybe it is all the sex over the last few days, but I feel an obvious lack of tension within myself. As I examine the handy work of Monica after she declares me finished, I see Elena emerge from the back rooms in the mirror I am staring into.
"Perfect," I say with a smile. I stand quickly, planning on making my way over to Elena to ask how she knew my name. I abruptly stop though and my stomach clenches as I see Christian walk up from behind her. He is holding a document holder, clearly pissed off. I shift over to where Mia is, hoping they didn't see me.
"Mia, why is Christian here?" I say with a hushed tone.
"Didn't you know? He is a silent partner, practically owns this salon chain." She shrugs, standing up from her own chair. "Elena is an old friend of Mom's." Suddenly I feel lightheaded.
I watch as Elena talks to Christian, his body language completely closed off. There is a nagging in my brain, a concealed truth vying to be revealed. Suddenly Elena gestures in mine and Mia's direction, causing Christian to turn towards us. The world seems to stop moving as we make eye contact across the crowded salon.
Elena is still talking away; she doesn't seem to notice, or care, about the complete change in Christian's demeanor. She is trying to portray a look of authority over Christian, but his face has been frozen since he saw me. Suddenly, on some visceral level, I know who this woman is. It is Mrs. Robinson.
Author's Note:
This chapter just kept getting longer and longer, but they just kept wanting to have sex and who am I to say no?!
Sorry about not posting my weekly update last week, life just got in the way, hope this makes up for it a little. Sorry about the abrupt ending, but it had to end somewhere.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
All elements of the book remain the property of E. L. James.
~ M.P.