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Steff ox
Christian and I have barely spoken a word since we left the big house. We're back at Escala eating the Beef Stew that Mrs Jones has made us in complete silence. He looks relaxed, I wish I knew what he was thinking. Shockingly since leaving the big house I feel like a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I don't even know how to begin explaining it.
"Tell me what you're thinking." I tell Christian when he pushes his empty bowl away.
"Why?"
"Because I can see there's something on your mind and we promised to be more open with each other." I reply and I can see a glimmer of smile playing on his lips.
"Good point Mrs Grey." He says and then he does smile, I can't help but smile back. "I'm thinking that we did the right thing, that we can now move on with just the memory of Little Blip, stop thinking about the what if's and live our lives the way it is. What about you? What are you thinking?"
"Mr Grey it may surprise you to hear I'm thinking the same thing." I reply with a wide grin. "I feel freer that I have since we lost Blip, I feel at ease and relaxed and peaceful."
"I didn't think it would make us feel like this." He says and the smile has gone and his very thoughtful face is on again.
"Neither did I but let's not over think it and embrace it." I say reaching over and taking his hand.
"Ok." He smiles. "How do you suggest we do that?"
"Well I seem to recall an email and a promise." I say and I know he can see the mischievous twinkle I have in my eye.
"That's right Mrs Grey. I recall it too." He smiles and I see that his grey eyes have darkened with lust.
I squirm in my seat and bite my lip, I want this now, it's the next step in really moving on and right now I want to submit to my husband, give him that complete power over me that I know he so desperately wants.
"I'll be up in five minutes." He whispers and that is enough for me to feel the wetness pool between my legs.
I watch him stalk off towards our bedroom and I jump from my stool. I grab the glass of wine and make my way up to my old bedroom which now holds a lot of stuff that I haven't bothered unpacking from when I finally and completely moved out from Kate's house.
I strip down to my lacy boy shorts and pull on the robe that has been left hanging on the bathroom door. I know that I need this as much as Christian. Inside the robe pocket is a small key which will open the door of the playroom. I know Christian will be expecting me to be in position before he arrives and so I gulp down the rest of the wine and run to the playroom.
I'm all fingers and thumbs while I try and unlock the door. I'm excited and nervous to finally feel this light. As soon as the door swings open I kick it shut and remove the offending robe from my body. Quickly I hang it up on the hook behind the door and jump into my position. Legs spread apart, head down, hands on thighs.
I don't wait long. Christian enters the room and I almost shiver with anticipation. He walks straight past me and I know he's going to be setting up his tools for the session and I squirm a little, feeling the excitement building in my core.
I hear the opening of drawers from behind me and it takes a lot not to have a look at what fascinating objects my husband is pulling from the museum chest. I try and listen and hear the vibrations of different objects, or the same object with different speed settings. I quickly realise I know more than I ever wanted to about sex toys.
I hear him shuffle and then he's in front of me. I can see his bare sexy feet and I desire courses through my body, how can his feet do such things to me? It's a mystery.
"Anastasia, you have been defying me all over the place these past few days. Are you ready for your punishment?"
"Yes sir." I say clearly, this concept doesn't really scare me anymore, I know he will never hurt me or divorce me if I use the safe word.
"Good. Then stand."
I quickly and as gracefully as I can push myself to standing but keep my head bowed. I know the rules as if they're imprinted on my memory.
"Turn around." He says and I obey.
Obey. That word we cancelled out of our wedding vows because of our history and lifestyle. Short history as it happens but enough of one.
He braids my hair quickly and then uses it to pull me head back, rough enough that yelp in surprise but not enough to hurt.
"You will be severely punished Ana, then I'm going to fuck you, hard, for my pleasure only and then if you succeed in pleasing me I will let you come. Is that clear?"
My dominant. My fifty. His words alone make me want him.
"Yes Sir." I reply my voice quivering with nerves and excitement.
"Good. Go and stand in front of the couch. Facing away from the room."
I hurry over to the couch and stand so that I am facing away from the room. I know Christian is watching me but I keep my head bowed. He walks to me and my senses come alive, not that they haven't been since I walked into the room but with every fleeting minute the burn in my lower belly grows stronger.
"You have been a very naughty girl Ana." He whispers seductively as he holds onto my shoulders.
"Yes Sir."
"Bend over and grab the back of the couch." He growls at me and I comply quickly.
My knees hit against the seat of the couch as I move but it doesn't faze me.
"Spread your legs." He says pulling my head back by my hair.
He uses his foot to help me widen my legs. They're more than shoulder width apart when he's done and I am already desperate to be touched, desperate for a release.
"Ana, you will safe word if this gets too much?"
"Yes Sir." I reply, his voice was filled with so much sincerity that I needed to reaffirm him and quickly.
"Good. I am going to spank you Mrs Grey. With a ridding crop."
"Yes Sir." I manage to say, my mouth is now dry with anticipation.
He walks away from me and I know he's fetching the ridding crop. It only takes him seconds and I don't worry at all, not like I used to in this room.
"I want you to count the blows Mrs Grey."
"Yes Sir."
"How many do you think you deserve?"
"I don't know Sir." I reply quaking with anticipation.
"Hmm, you have defied me a lot."
"Yes Sir."
"You've taken so much control."
"Yes Sir."
"I think twenty should cover it. What do you think Ana?"
"Whatever Sir thinks." I reply and I know he's smirking behind me.
First he pulls off my panties. I don't see why I bother wearing them in this room because they're always pulled off quickly.
I feel the leather smooth over an area of my behind and my eyes close in anticipation of the blow. The leather leaves my skin and then bites down on me. My feet jump to the tips of the toes in reaction and I gasp. The sound is worse than the sting.
"One." I say meekly.
Each smack is slightly harder than the last. By the end I'm near tears but not from pain, oh no, Christian wouldn't hurt me and I'd safe word if it got too painful. I am in tears from need, I need a release and I know I'm not going to get one for a while.
"Turn around." He snarls and I do. "On your knees wench."
I stifle a smirk as I drop to my knees, I know what's coming, his pleasure, his release. He pulls on his tattered old jeans and they fall down to his thighs. I like that he's gone commando.
"Suck." He says holding his erection in his hand. "No hands."
I look at him and his eyes are glazed over with lust. I open my mouth and he guides himself inside me before letting go of his erection. His hands go to my head and I know that he is literally going to fuck my mouth.
He begins a punishing rhythm. He knows my limits, and my excellent lack of gag reflex. I suck and swirl my tongue as he punishes my mouth, relentlessly thrust in in and out until my mouth fills with his salty release.
"Swallow." He mouths to me as he pulls out.
I swallow no problem.
"Mrs Grey do you think you earned yourself a release?"
"I don't know Sir." I reply though inside I am screaming that I have. My inner goddess is on her knees, hands clasped together, pleading.
"On the bed." He hisses and I do as I'm told. "Sit here." He says tapping an area near centre. "Give me your leg." He says and I pass him my right leg which he instantly snaps into a leather cuff.
He doesn't need to ask for me to give him my left leg.
He walks over to the couch I was bent over and sits down. He pulls his trousers down again, just enough to pull out his only semi erect shaft. I am confused. He's over there while I am spread eagle, sat upright over here.
"I want you to have your release Ana. But I am not going to touch you." He smirks.
My mouth falls wide open. I know what he wants me to do. My mind remembers back to when he guided my hand down myself.
"I can see you're ready Ana, I want to watch you make yourself come."
My mouth is a perfectly shaped O. I quickly snap it shut and glare at my husband. He's serious. He really wants me to do this.
"Touch yourself Ana, or you won't come tonight."
I groan in frustration and I know if I do this then he's going to fuck me. And God do I want him to fuck me.
I raise an eyebrow and using my right hand I begin to stroke just around the curve of my right breast. I watch him completely. I see his breath catch in his throat. I know he expected me to fight him on this but I promised submission. In this room I would submit.
"Ana." He breathes as my hand travels passed my breast to my abdomen and back up.
I hold myself upright with abdominal strength alone and take both my hands to my breasts. I squeeze them softly, pinch my nipples, roll them between my thumb and finger till the nubs are hard. Then I take my left hand and place my forefinger in my mouth. I suck as to lubricate it and then I repeat the process with my right. My eyes don't leave Christian's face.
He's watching me in complete awe as I place my now glistening fingers on the centre of my pert nipples. I create small circles and a moan escapes my body. His mouth is now set in a firm O. He's hard again too and his hand is firmly wrapped around his erection. That has got to be the most erotic thing I have seen in a while. And that's when it hits me. If I find him touching himself so erotic then I understand how erotic the sight must be for him.
My hands leave my breasts and I place them on my thighs. I stroke up and down with the palm of my hand and another moan filters through my lips. I have been desperate to touch my hot and wet centre for so long but I won't, not yet.
His hand is moving slowly up and down along his erection and I can't help but wish it was my hand on him and his on me. I lose the fight against my own desire and drop my right hand to my core. I take one finger and pull it in an upward motion so it parts the flesh. I feel the wetness coating my finger and my inner goddess is daring me to go ahead with an idea that has suddenly popped into my head. I take my finger and slowly place it in my mouth.
Christian's jaw almost hits the floor, and I smirk without releasing my finger. I give him a moment to recover before pulling my finger out with a pop. Suddenly Christian bounces from the couch. I win. He dives over to me, pushing me back into the firm mattress of the bed. He steps back and pulls his jeans completely off before returning to me. He doesn't even bother to unshackle my ankles. He guides himself to my entrance quickly and then slams into me hard. I yelp in complete surprise as my first orgasm completely takes over. I vibrate and contort and I know that is only the first. Between the spanking and the touching my body was hanging on edge this whole time.
Christian grabs my wrists and pushes them above my head. He slams hard into my repeatedly. Each thrust as punishing yet exciting as the previous and I know I will be bruised in the morning but I really don't care.
"Ana!" He calls as he continues his harrowing punishment.
I want to wrap my legs around him but I can't with them bound. I want to hold him to me but with his relentless grip on my wrists I can't. I am completely at his mercy. Just the way he likes it and to be honest, how I like it to.
Suddenly he yanks me up to sitting again and he sits back on his heels. I'm still shackled and now I am sitting on him, with him inside me, completely spread eagle. I can't move and it's frustrating. I need some sort of movement, I am frustrated beyond belief. His hands find my hips and he begins to move. He's a little slower but not much and from this position he hits much deeper. It isn't long before I am coming undone yet again.
"Christian!" I scream as my second orgasm takes over. I'm not normally a screamer but this is too intense for words.
He thrusts hard into me again and I yelp this time he comes undone. I feel his seed spurting inside me and he calls my name out like a bird's song.
He pulls out of me and collapses on top of me. I lay back, holding him to me, my fingers running through his hair.
"Mrs Grey." He says breathlessly.
"Yes?"
"When I say touch yourself…"
"Yes?"
"I don't mean quiet like that."
"I guessed."
"Then why do it?"
"Because I wanted to give my pleasure to you." I reply remembering his words from months before.
He looks up at me. His grey eyes look almost dreamy. A look I don't often see from Christian Grey.
"Thank you." He smiles.
"No problem. Now how about you unshackle me, take me to our bed and make vanilla love to me?"
His grin widens.
"Of course Mrs Grey!" He beams and I giggle, oh he really makes me feel wanted and loved.