Christian

"Mia, why are you awake? And is anyone else?" First things first, she's standing in the god damn doorway with the door wide open. I need to know if it's possible anyone else overheard the conversation or what she said.

Damage control grey.

"I got up to use the bathroom and saw you out here on the phone. I wanted to see if everything was ok. God, I sure got way more than I bargained for!" She jumps and down in true Mia like fashion.

"For god's sake Mia be quiet! Come out here and close the door. Is anyone else awake?" I ask her harsher than I had intended. I regret it almost immediately due to her crestfallen expression.

"Come here Mimi." I say opening my arms to her.

She quietly closes the door and comes into my waiting arms.

"Would you believe me if I told you I was custom making a necklace, bracelet, and earring set for Ana's birthday?" I doubt my smart baby sister would buy it but it's worth a try right?

Not a sailors chance in hell.

She snorts and chuckles while shaking her head. Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Honestly Christian? We all have a bet going on how long it would take for you to propose after you moved her in with you. Ana is an amazing girl, we all adore her and saw it the day we all went to lunch together. The two of you are perfect together and complement each other so well." She squeezes my arm in a reassuring manner.

Well that's nice to hear. Wait what bet?

"Bet huh?" I question and she giggles.

"Oh yeah. Mom said within the year, Dad said two years, Elliot said 6 months, I said you would propose and be married within 8 months, and grams said within three months. Grandpa said, and I quote, "leave the boy alone" shortly before mumbling you would "have a ring on that dainty little finger by the end of the month and married within 3." I'm gob smacked, but burst out laughing. Gramps knows me well.

"So, what's it going to take to keep it quiet Mia? Let's be honest, your terrible at keeping secrets. Do I need to send you on a vacation somewhere? New York? Paris? What's it going to take?" I tell her half joking, but serious at the same time. She WILL say something unintentionally and the fact she has to get through breakfast tomorrow at the very least worries me.

"I can keep this one! I swear I can, ye of little faith." She counters while nudging my shoulder with hers.

"Mia, no one has been able to have a surprise party our entire lives. Do you remember my 18th birthday? Mom and dad's 10 year anniversary party? Grandpas 75th? Need I go on?" I explain. She needs to see this my way and be more conscious. This is a big moment for Ana and I.

Yeah, and if she fucks it up then what?

Then it won't be the story I was hoping for to tell our kids and grandkids I guess.

Kids? Grandkids? Who are you?

A sap. I am a freaking sap who is changing everything I thought I knew about myself since this little whirlwind entered my life.

"I swear Christian, I can do this. However, I could totally go to Paris in order to get started on wedding things if Grandpas prediction is correct? Maybe get some dresses for her to choose from?" She hints.

So obvious Mia.

She's not wrong though. How long are you really going to wait once the ring is in hand? And after you propose? Will you really want to wait to make her your wife?

Probably not.

"Oh Christian, do you think you guys would let me help plan the wedding? Maybe be your coordinator? Please please please Christian!" Maybe sending her away for this wouldn't be the worst idea? But how would she know what Ana wants? How could we hide WHY she's doing all of this?

"And just how would we explain this trip and why your collecting all of these dresses and other things? And what the hell are you going to do with all the other shit that she doesn't choose? Plus, how the hell would you find out what she likes or wants? I sure as hell wouldn't be able to help you out. She doesn't like clothes, shopping, fancy dress, or shit like that Mia." This might be a terrible idea.

"Well, Mom and I had a meeting for coping together and one of the newer members mentioned that her sister is a military wife. She said that many military brides struggle to afford dresses or get them fast enough when their future spouses deployment dates get moved up. It sounded like a great cause, so mom and I are going to help out with an event to help brides from the 7 bases here in Washington. Maybe I could come to the office and ask a group of your staff, including Ana obviously, to describe their dream dress. I would tell them it's for a charity I am trying to contribute to in order to get military brides their dream dresses. Since we don't have specific brides lined up, the dresses will be for an "on demand" type of event in November around veterans day. So, I will need input from women to gather intel on what various types of brides are looking for at this time. Since no one has exactly the same taste and all." Did she even take a breath?

Damn, she is rather brilliant.

"That's not a bad idea Mia. And that way, if you slip up and mention wedding type things, you can use that as an excuse." This could work.

Way to go Mia.

"Exactly. And hopefully, mom will be none the wiser. But don't be surprised if she puts it together Christian. I mean really. Not even you can keep a secret from mom. Better think about options for the when and where sooner rather than later. We both know you're not going to give any of us much time to plan, at least this way we can get a jump on things." Am I that transparent?

Yes.

"Alright Mia. I haven't even really thought all of this through myself you know. All I did was make an appointment for a ring, you're a thousand steps ahead of me." And it's freaking me the fuck out. Is this really the right time? Am I really ready to ask Ana to marry me?

Of course you are. Don't be a dumbass.

"I'm just excited for you Christian. We always thought you weren't into girls, then BAM, the wicked witch of the west incident. The family, mom and I especially, were worried you were going to live this secluded life up in your ivory tower with no one to share your wonderful heart with. We were afraid you felt you had too much water under the bridge or something. Then, along came Ana." She smiles softly up at me.

"It's just so nice to see. I would do anything to see you happy. You are my favorite brother after all! Shh, don't tell Elliot." She winks.

After going back to bed, I lie as close as I can possibly get to Ana. I think about all that is ahead of us and I am genuinely excited. I never thought this could or would be me. Like Mia, my future seemed to hold a life of business and going home to my empty penthouse and working until late in the night. Until Ana.

Yes, Until Ana.

Ana

Moving day. Kill me now. We have been up for 4 hours and I want to kill someone, everyone, anyone who gets in my personal space.

Or my line of sight.

First, the movers came at 7 a.m. Who the fuck does that?

Demon's from hell, that's who!

Second, Mia is acting weird. From the moment she woke up I noticed something was off about her. She's either standoffish or way to fucking perky, which is really saying something for Mia. Then, poof, she's gone. Just disappears and no one knows where the fuck she went.

Third, Christian says we can't cancel going to dinner at his parents tonight. Not that I would anyways, but what's annoying is that he just up and announces that he has to run into the office for a bit for some call I knew nothing about. Usually he does overseas calls in his home office, but he said with the noise from the movers and Elliot finishing up the closet expansion it's too noisy.

Oh yes Elliot and the fucking noise!

Fourth, the fucking closet, Elliot, and the noise! I knew nothing about this mother fucking closet expansion, but apparently Christian said it was supposed to be a surprise.

A surprise indeed!

We had to have Elliot fix several issues that some newbie, that no longer works for him now, made and neglected to tell anyone. Who in the hell puts a hole in Christian Grey's wall and attempts a sloppy patch job, doesn't tell anyone, and expects everything to be peachy? You work for GREY construction, there will always be repercussions dumbass.

So, here I am. Unable to put things in my closet while the paint dries, I am Christianless, and putting everything away alone before going to dinner with the Grey's.

It is time for a long hot soak before it's time to get ready. Maybe I'll send my Adonis a bath picture to entice him home.

Yes! Then maybe some stress relief before dinner? I think so.

"Hey El?" I call out. He has to still be here because he hasn't come in to say goodbye or anything.

"What's up Ana?" He pops his head around the corner.

"Who's all still in the penthouse? I'm going to take a bath before I need to get ready for dinner at your parents but don't want any creepers lurking about." I wink at him and he laughs out loud at my candor.

I guess I should have noticed the two men exciting my room prior to opening my mouth.

Well shit.

"No worries. We just got everything cleared out and are on our way out of the door. I was actually about to come say we were heading out. It will just be you, Gail, and Luke. I'll see you at dinner. Sorry about all of this." He apologizes sincerely.

Poor Elliot was really upset when we all saw the god awful patch job and mess that was left behind. He called in his two best guys out and the three of them had it fixed within two hours.

"It's not your fault Elliot. Who could have guessed some kid would have put a hole in the wall while clearing out equipment, attempted to fix it himself, and not tell anyone. You had already put your stamp of approval on the work and everyone else had left. Not your fault!" I tell him sincerely.

"Alright then, see you soon!" He waves and heads out of the apartment.

I let Gail know my plans and she lets me know she is making a pie for us to take to his parents tonight. That woman is an angel! I already love her and can tell we are going to be just fine sharing space.

I fill up the bath and inhale the amazing scent of the bath oil I found and added in.

It's amazing and I feel myself relaxing before my toes even hit the water.

Once I ease into the hot water I let out a sigh and simply melt. Is there anything better than a hot bath after a stressful day?

I think not!

I send Christian a picture of me in the bath with just the tops of my breasts and knees peeking out of the water. His response does not take very long to receive.

C: Well, that is the most welcome sight I have seen since waking up beside you this morning.

A: Thought you might want to know what your missing out on while at the office. I'm enjoying being hot and wet sir.

C: Why so demure Miss Steele? If you're going to play the vixen, might as well go for gold : )

A: How's this one?

I send him a picture while I am leaning back against the tub, my breasts fully exposed, while pinching my nipples. The pleasure on my face is evident, and the feeling I elicited in myself along with Christian's banter spurs me on further.

C: Shit baby, I literally just dropped my phone.

A: Or perhaps this was what you were looking for?

In the next one, I send him one of those pictures that are more like a short video without any sound. I am seated on the built in cut out of the bathtub with my body fully exposed. The bubbles are dripping down my body, eliciting a pleasurable tingling sensation. I place my finger into my mouth sucking it gently. I remove it with a pop before dragging it down my body, over the top of my breast where I circle the nipple before continuing down my flat stomach. I reach my core and run that same naughty little finger over my clit where I circle lightly while biting my lip. All while looking directly into the camera with slightly hooded eyes.

He is going to shit a brick. I laugh lightly to myself slipping back down into the bath. Our little sexy banter has lasted roughly 10 minutes or so. I decide to give myself some relief, not knowing when my darling boyfriend will be home. What's the harm right?

Sinking further into the bath I close my eyes and circle my clit once again in a teasing manner before increasing the pressure. Shit that feels good, not as good as when Christian does it, but good none the less.

Sinking two fingers into myself I imagine when Christen does this exact thing to me. He plays my body expertly, like a master musician, he knows exactly how to make my body sing. I find myself softly calling out his name before my body lets go. It took the edge of slightly, but now I want him even more. I decided to open my eyes and call him to see when he will be home. To my surprise and delight, I find him a few feet in front of me leaning against the doorway with him arms folded wearing a sexy as fuck smirk and a devilish gleam in his eyes.

I am so fucked, in several ways.

Christian

In order for my plan with Mia to work I needed to fill my mother in. Mia is always excited about the projects she works on, but Grace will definitely be able to tell that Mia is a little TOO invested in this project. She would begin the question things and no doubt put two and two together before long.

Plus, I need her to help reign Mia in as well as give her someone to talk to so she doesn't bug me all the time or spill the beans to the wrong person.

Unfortunately, today is moving day but also the night we always have dinner with my parents and siblings. Which means Mia needs to announce the new project she's involved in before she inadvertently slips and brings up the topic of engagements and weddings.

This morning has been one cluster fuck after another, but finally almost everything is sorted. I'm leaving Elliot to monitor things while I go fill my mother in on my impending proposal to Ana, the Mia slip last night, and the subsequent plan Mia and I came up with. I hate leaving Ana to finish up on her own and lying to her, but I need to meet with my mother and get her on board without Ana around.

I call Grace as soon as I get in the Audi. She answers on the first ring.

"Christian, how's the move going? I didn't think we would hear from you guys until dinner tonight? Oh, you're not cancelling are you? I made Ana a special desert since she had a stressful day, especially with that closet mishap." Shit I didn't think about the fact Grace might think I'm calling to cancel.

"No Mom, nothing like that. I actually wanted to drop by and talk to you before dinner. Are you at home? And are you with anyone?" I ask her trying to sound normal. I'm a little anxious and I don't want her to worry.

"Yes I am. Just your father and Mia is around here somewhere. She's acting really off today, I am a bit concerned." She says with a small sigh. I try and hold in a chuckle but fail.

"I'm sure she will be fine by tonight. I'll be over shortly, Dad and Mia can join us for the conversation. Mia already knows, and you and Dad need to be clued in." I elusively explain.

"Is everything ok? It's nothing serious is it Christian?" She sounds really worried not. Shit.

"Don't worry mom, it's a good serious." I try to placate her.

"Oh Christian are you…" She stops herself.

"Ok, we will see you soon dear." She hangs up sounding more anxious.

Did she figure it out already?

Well, It is Grace.

True.

No sooner do I pull into the driveway, Grace is out of the door and waiting for me on the porch.

Anxious much?

Yup.

"Mom" I tell her before giving her a side hug.

"Come in, your father and Mia are in the siting room already." She's literally bouncing, practically pushing me along.

"Calm down mom." I tell her with a light chuckle.

Right, because that will help.

"Well Christian, it's not like you to randomly drop by. Much less with news that you describe as "good" and "serious"." Well when she puts it like that….

"Ok ok, fair point." I chuckle and allow her to push me into the sitting room where dad is sitting relaxed but curious, and Mia is all but bouncing up and down.

Jesus.

We all sit and everyone looks at me expectantly. I draw it out just to be a dick.

"Well, I was on an important phone call last night when my darling little eavesdropping sister overheard a conversation she shouldn't have." I say giving Mia a faux stern look. She responds by giggling and giving me shrug, obviously not sorry at all.

"Well?" Mom prompts.

"Well…" I again decide to be a dick.

"For god's sake Christian are you getting married or am I going to be a grandmother? It has to be one of those judging by your explanation, plus your sisters weird behavior along with her excitement." My mother blurts out.

Well fuck me. She just laid it all out there. Guess your a predictable fucker Grey.

"My money is on you proposing. Ana would have joined you if it were a baby, add that to Mia's new found dedication to Military Brides. Has to be an upcoming proposal." Dad says with a shrug and a "I'm so smart" shrug.

"I am going to be asking Ana to marry me. Mia overheard me making an appointment with Cartier and making plans to take Ray to a mariners game." I explain.

Dad smiles and claps me on the back, mom starts to cry and her and Mia go off on their own tirade for a good 10 minutes while Dad and I drink a scotch. We talk ideas for the proposal while we wait for the women to come back down to earth.

When they finally do, I explain Mia and I's plan. Along with the reasoning for my plan.

When I explain that Ana hates shopping, and the plan Mia came up with my mother gets it. She also says that it will be a good thing to throw off the media when we do start planning. Grace says she's excited and thinks the dress idea will be a wonderful surprise for Ana and a good way to keep Mia at bay along with doing something good for others. Grace agrees that filling a room with wedding dresses and allowing Ana to choose a dress in a private setting, with the family and friends she wants there is exactly what she would want. So why not send my shopping obsessed sister to secure the best of the best for my future bride to pick from? Ana would never in a million years want to fly to Paris, Venice, or New York to find a dress. If I want her to have the best, I'll have to have it on hand for her or else she will refuse.

Stubborn girl, but that's one of the reasons I love her so much.

Its strange actually. Her not wanting extravagance makes me want to give it to her even more.

After I finish explaining everything to my parents, I get quite these string of picture messages from my seductive little angel.

After she sends me a picture of her sitting in a bath filled with bubbles I am for my parents that I need to head out.

I explain that in order to keep everything under wraps I had to tell Ana that I was the office for a overseas conference call. And then if I don't get home soon she will become suspicious.

They laugh and agree not to say anything about me being here when we come back for dinner later.

As much as I have missed my girl while I've been gone, now I really want to get back to her knowing that she is wet and covered in bubbles.

As the next picture comes in I almost wreak my R8. My vixen's perfect breasts are visible now as she's pinching her pert little nipple. My pants are getting tight now and I speed up. My parents house is 15 minutes from Escala, but I make it in 10.

The last message comes in as I'm heading up the elevator and it's a short video message. My angel looks glorious perched on the bathtub seat. Her legs are spread wide open just for me, the bubbles cascading down her delectable little body as she sucks on her finger. The video shocks me and makes me damn near come in my pants as it goes on. Ana pops that delectable little finger out of her mouth before dragging it down her chest, circling her nipple, pulling it all the way down to her hot little pussy, and circling her very pink Rosebud.

Well fuck me.

Exactly.

As I enter our bathroom I'm even more shocked, and excited to find her lying in the bath with her eyes closed and her head thrown back in ecstasy with my name on her lips.

I decide to enjoy watching her while she Pleasures herself. As much as I want to join her and to touch every inch of her hot body and soft skin, my feet are rooted to the ground. I'm enthralled with watching her pleasure herself to the thought of me.

What is she imagining me doing to her?

No fucking clue but I'm damn sure going to carry out every little fantasy my baby desires.

Part of me wants to start undressing in preparation to join her when she notices me. But my rational side says to stay still as to not disrupt this erotic little scene.

She comes gloriously moaning my name softly.

Damn. That was all kinds of hot.

I realize I literally have pre-come dripping down my shaft from watching her and absent-mindedly rubbing myself through my pants.

I decide to let her ride it out and lean against the door frame of our bathroom.

She opens her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings. Once the haze of her post orgasm lifts she spots me.

That's right baby. I saw every little thing you just did to that hot little body of mine.

She bites her lip and blushes 50 shades of red. I approach her like a panther stalking its prey. I can tell by her body language and the way she gasps my name that I'm sporting a smoldering look. And I'll be damned if she doesn't look turned on as fuck.

"Anastasia." I say as I reach the bathtub and begin loosing my tie.

"Christian." Shes practically panting.

That's so fucking hot.

She's breathing so hard her breasts are almost bouncing in the water, giving a peep show of her nipples every time she inhales.

"I have to say baby that was sexy as fuck, and had me damn near coming in my pants just from watching you. Tell me Anastasia, what were you thinking of while you were touching my sweet little pussy?" She moans slightly and its taking all of my strength not to yank her out of that bath and fuck her over the side hard and fast.

"You. Only you." Fuuuck.

"Damn right you were. And what where are you imagining I was doing?" I have taken my tie off, removed my jacket, my socks and shoes, and my belt.

I have unbuttoned my shirt halfway when she pops off a statement that makes me pause and groan out loud.

"First, I imagined your hands all over my body." She moves her hands like shes describing. "Then, you pinched and hold on my nipples before sucking them into your hot mouth. Very stimulating Mr. Grey." She again does what she's describing, but this time she gets up to her knees and beckons me with her finger.

Like the dog in heat I am right now, I leaned over the side of the bath and suck on those sweet little pebbles before lavishly and looking around each one.

She lets out a long known that has my dick begging to bust out of my pants.

"Like that?" I ask sitting back on my heels. I'm kneeling beside the bathtub now and she just nods and continues describing her fantasy she used to pleasure herself only moments ago.

"Mmhmm. Then, you ran your hands down my sides, like this. And grabbed my ass with one hand, then used the other to stroke this hot wet pussy before plunging two fingers in just like so. Ahhh" She moans when her fingers find her clit before sliding in to to her delectable pussy.

Fuck it. I'm a goner. Whatever she wants, it's hers.

I can't take it anymore. She's standing gloriously naked before me with her fingers plunged once again inside of her.

I take her wrist and yank the hand that was fingering herself to me and suck her fingers clean before scooping her up Bridal Style.

I set her on the bed and take off my pants. My sigh is audible once my dick Springs free. My sweet girl turns into a woman possessed. She sits up and rips my shirt open, sending the rest of my buttons flying before yanking my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms.

When the fuck did I take my cuff links off?

"So anxious and greedy my love." I tell her while gathering her in my arms and guiding the two of us up the bed.

She wraps her legs around hips and grinds her hot, wet, pefect pussy on my hard cock. He's so happy for the friction I feel the precum dripping once again.

Round 1 is not going to last long my friend.

Definitely not.

I plunge into her hard and fast. The only reply is the sound of our satisfied moans and slapping of skin on skin.

"As much as I enjoyed the show earlier my sweet girl, don't forget, all of your pleasure belongs to me. Only me. Your mine Anastasia, only mine." I grunt out.

"Yes Ch-Christian. Only y-ours!" She screams out. We set a punishing rhythm and both come gloriously screaming eachothers names.

The rest of the night is spent fulfilling each and every fantasy she had during her naughty little bath session... repeatedly.

Her imagination can't compare to mine. Or the dirty things I can think of to do to that body.

She knows it, and after tonight she won't ever forget it.