Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story reflect those in E L James's Fifty Shades Trilogy, therefore they remain her property. The plot and themes in this story are those of the author. The author is in no way affiliated with James. No copyright infringement intended.

Just one big LEMON! ;)

Leading me up the stairs, Christian pulls me behind him. I try to keep up with him but my body fails me; he turns to face me, eager and slightly annoyed, until he realises and slows down. I thought he would refuse to take me into the playroom, but he seems as ready and wanting as I do. He needs this. He needs me.

He releases my hand as we reach the doors, taking out his keys from the back pocket of his jeans. The Seattle keychain I gave him hangs proudly from the lone key; the 'yes' no longer flashing but a reminder of my agreeing to marry him, my agreeing to submit myself to him and give him every part of me. I'm no longer nervous entering this room; I know he won't hurt me. I know that this is no longer about pain or his need to seek whatever sort of revenge he needed against the crack whore. That ended a long time ago. This is just kinky fuckery. Our kinky fuckery. I still blush when I replay the first time I heard him say those words - how blasé he was.

I've changed a lot in such a short time. I no longer stand afraid and embarrassed when I'm naked in front of him. If anything, Christian has taught me to love my body as much as he does. Though the new changes to my body are threatening to change this, as I grow uncomfortable with the swell of my body.

"Are you sure you want this?" He takes my face in his hands, cupping my jaw and staring intently into my blue eyes.

"Yes."

"You know what to do." He turns the key in the lock and opens the door fully, stepping to the side to allow me to enter. The room springs to light; a dim light accenting the red of a room I have grown to love and miss through his refusal of taking me in here.

The door closes behind me and I turn, expecting him but he's gone. In a rush I lift off my t-shirt, throwing it on the floor near the cabinent of toys, tossing my sweats with them.

I step over to my spot on the floor, kneeling down into position, parting my thighs to his desired width and resting my arms on them, my hands cupping my knees. Butterflies begin to swirl through my stomach, and I'm unable to differentiate if it's Blip or anticipation. I keep my head low and fixate my eyes on a spot on the wooden floors waiting for him to come in. He doesn't keep me waiting long, entering the room and slamming the door behind him. Ignoring me.

He walks elegantly behind me, his bare feet tickling the floor as he sets things down on the cabient. I can hear my panting growing fast and loud. Keep it together!

"Stand." His voice cuts through me, breaking the silence. I rise to my feet as quickly as I can, heaving myself from the floor, clutching my modest bump as I stand.

"Turn around. Face me." His voice is stern and dominant. I turn quickly and face him, my eyes at the floor and salivating over his bare feet and his jeans. Those jeans. "Look at me."

Gingerly I lift my eyes, taking him in as they rise. His ripped jeans unbuttoned and showing that he is bare beneath them. His happy trail on show; the urge to reach out and follow it uncontrollable. I fist my hands at my side to stop me. His chiselled and perfect stomach glowing from a slight sweat built up in his study. Finally I reach his eyes; his perfect, narrow grey eyes, piercing straight through me. His eyes flutter around mine for a second then skimming my body, examining every inch of me.

"Beautiful." He whispers as he circles me like a panther; circling his prey before the attack. All of the hairs on my body stand up on end. I shiver as his fingers make contact with my lower spine, tingling furiously as he traces my curve until he reaches the nape of my neck. "Do you want me to braid your hair?" His voice quiet, calm but stern.

"Yes." I stutter, my breathing unsteady and hefty.

"Yes what?" He wraps my hair around his wrist, tugging my head backwards with force.

"Sir! Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

Taking my hair and seperating it into three strands, he makes easy work of braiding it. He's had a lot of practice. I shove this out of my mind. He's had a lot of practice with me! When he finishes, tying it with a hair band he had on him, he pushes it over my shoulder to hang down beside my right breast.

Christian stands close behind me, his breath cool against my skin.

"You will tell me if it's too much?"

"Yes."

"No, Ana -" he walks around to face me, taking my face in his hands. His face shifting back to my Christian for a second. "You will tell me if you need to stop. I don't want to hurt you."

"I will. Safeword."

"No safeword. Just say stop and I will."

I nod and he switches; standing upright, military like.

"I'm going to blindfold you, then I will cuff you to the bed." I follow him with my eyes as he saunters over to the cabinent grabbing the blindfold.

I close my eyes just before he reaches me, ready for him to slip it over my eyes. When I feel the mask slide into place I am plunged into complete darkness, all of my other senses heightened. Christian leads me across the room, guiding me slowly. He turns me and I feel the bed at the back of my knees.

"Down." He says bluntly, easing me on to the bed. Once lying I swing my legs and slide up the bed, knowing which position to get into.

"Spread your legs."

I do as he says, my sex throbbing and desperate for him. He wraps his fingers around my ankle, placing a cuff around it and then clipping it to the bed, so my leg is completely straight. He does the same with my other leg, until my legs are wide apart. As he goes to secure my hands he runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh, tantalising my skin. The slightest touch setting my blood on fire. He loiters around the apex of my thighs, brushing past it, only touching it slightly. I crave him, growing wet down there.

"Always so eager." I can hear the smirk on his lips as he teases me.

Reaching my hands he pulls me up the bed a little more, attaching the cuff around my wrist and then clipping it to one of the bed posts. Repeating the process with the other, he tests the straps, making sure I am secure and unable to bend my arms or my legs. Satisified he walks away, leaving me there - exposed. His footsteps flooding the room, gaining more distance. Is he over by the cabinent?

The room is plunged into silence, just my breathing interrupting the quiet, until the music begins. The soft, orgasmic sounds of Thomas Tallis. A smile creeps across my mouth and a small giggle escapes from the memories of the last time I experienced Tallis. Oh God, please.

I begin to lose myself in the sounds, anticipation setting my skin alight. Listening to the rise and fall of the melody, matching the lift of my chest as I take each breath slowly, deep and filling my lungs to the maximum.

"Ah!" I scream out as I feel the first hit, on my inner thigh. It's sharp and teasing. Is it the whip? It's not the flogger.

"Silence." He hits me again, higher up this time, nearer to my sex.

I struggle against the restrainants, arching my back as much as I can as he trails the whip against my sex, teasing me, circling me. Oh, please. Harder.

"Shall I make you come this way?" Continuing to rub the end of the whip against me, bringing me to the point of climax then slowing, forcing me to loiter there, unsatisified.

"Yes." I plead with him, my muscles starting to quicken and twist.

"Do you make the decisions in here?" He hits me again, this time directly at my sex. I jolt as it stings, almost unbearable.

"No!" I scream out, throbbing from the hit.

"No what?" He strikes again, harder this time.

"No! Sir!" I pant as he matches his movements to the music, bringing me to the point of orgasm as the melody reaches a crescendo, then stopping. It's too much.

He moves the whip up my stomach, gently allowing it to skim my bump until he reaches my breasts. He flicks the whip against my erect nipples; lightly swatting them. I twist against the cuffs, the sensation pushing down deep into my stomach. Please.

I cannot hold on any longer, feeling everything south starting to pulsate.

"Christian."

"What?" He flicks the whip on my breasts, hitting me again.

"Please..." I moan, the tingling spreading through me, right through to my core.

"What do you want?" He stills, removing the whip from my sensitive and flushed skin.

"You... Now... Please!"

I hear the whip fall to the ground, the clatter interrupting the sweet melody. I quickly feel him, against my thighs. His hand finds me, slipping his long fingers into my sex.

"Always ready for me."

His fingers circle rapidly then pulling out completely. I open my mouth in protest, needing more. Please, God give me more. Before the words can find their way around my tongue and out of my mouth he slams into me, filling me fast.

"Ana!"

I squeeze around him as he slams in, thrusting inside until I can take no more of him, then pulling out and repeating. His whole length, slipping into me. In and out. Hard and fast. But he's holding back, going easy on me.

"Ah, Christian. Faster. Please!" I scream to him.

"Ana I can't. Baby, I can't."

"God, I'm not made of glass. Harder!"

He accepts, pushing further inside and picking up the pace. Oh, yes.

"Come Ana. Come for me." He grunts through his teeth.

I clench around him, my climax spreading through me. My legs turning to Jell-O and shake; the spasms spread through me, jerking my stomach and twisting every muscle inside me.

I scream out until he finds his release, the thrusts becoming long and slow as he stills inside me.

"Welcome back."

My eyes flicker as he removes the blindfold from my eyes, the light from the room stinging my eyes as they adjust. My arms and legs are already free; I lay there unresponsive as he undid them. The music continues on loop around us; I have no idea how long we've been in here, though the ache between my thighs suggests a while.

"How do you feel?" His arms pull me close into him. I rest my head on his chest feeling his racing heart beneath my ear.

"Thoroughly well fucked." I mumble, giggling against him. His chest hair tickling my face.

"I hope not, I want to fuck you against the wall before the night is over."

"Hm, yes sir!" I purr as seductive as I can.

"No sir." Christian grabs my chin and lifts my head up to him. "It's me baby."

"Thomas Tallis?" I lower my head once more, unable to hold it up any more. My whole body is falling, coming down from complete heaven to exhaustion.

"I do love to fuck you to that piece."

"It is amazing!" I nuzzle into him, taking in his smell of Christian and sweat.

"Are you tired?" His fingers stroking the braid out of my hair.

"Hm-" I hurl myself up, to sit beside him. "I am a little, but I do believe I still owe for the other day." I smirk at him, crawling down the bed, lifting my knee over his thighs to straddle him.

"Ana -" He throws his head back, taking in a deep breath, as I take him. My hands pumping his base as my lips wrap around his tip.

I take him slow at first, mimicking his treatment of me, then pushing him back in my throat. Lifting and lowering my head fast.

He grows thicker and harder as I swirl my tongue around him.

"Fuck. Ana!" He fists his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place as he lifts his hips, controlling his length inside me.

I glance up through my lashes as he comes undone, spilling into my mouth. I swallow quickly and swirl my tongue one last time before taking him out of my mouth.

"God, you are fucking amazing Mrs Grey." He groans, panting.

"I learnt from the best, Mr Grey."