-21-

Christian convinced Arthur and Gwen to cancel their tickets home and ride in the GEH jet with him and Ana. It really didn't take much to convince them. Especially after he reminded them that there was a full bedroom on board.

Not wanting to completely scandalize the crew, Christian and Ana let Arthur and Gwen use the bedroom "to lie down and have a rest" after dinner.

The Pendragons weren't very quiet while they were in there, but if the flight attendant, Natalia, noticed anything, she didn't let on.

Christian pays them well and they've all signed NDAs, Ana had thought, leaning her head back against the seat cushion, deciding not to spend another second worrying about it.

They didn't see much of each other the rest of the week, with all the catching up they had to do with their jobs after being gone, especially for Arthur. He did take the time to call Christian to pore over the juicy details of Elena Lincoln's dossier that was waiting for him in his office. Arthur made it clear with all the pertinent people, including Leon and Marcus, that Mrs. Lincoln is not welcome.

Even Guinevere had her hands full with two weeks' worth of house listings to wade through.

So come Saturday night, everyone decided that playtime was most definitely necessary.

xXx

No one was really expecting tonight to be the night that Christian has decided to take his turn with Guinevere. No one except for Christian, of course.

"Wait," Christian says, just before Arthur and Ana head upstairs to prepare.

"Christian?" Ana asks, puzzled.

"Mistress Gwen, please go with them," he says.

"What? Oh," Gwen says, realizing what's happening. "So it's like that, then, hmm?" she arches an eyebrow at Christian.

"I think we all know it has to be like that, yes," Christian confirms, his voice stern but husky, his eyes glowing and dark.

He has a plan, Ana thinks. "Come along, Mistress, Arthur and I will help you prepare," she says softly, taking Gwen's hand.

"Oh," Gwen says, briefly thrown off. She was ready to put on her bustier and get to work. Shift your thinking, Gwen, she tells herself, realizing that she's actually tingling a bit with anticipation.

"Are you all right, Love?" Arthur asks as they go upstairs. "He kind of ambushed you."

"I'm good. Shock is wearing off," she chuckles. "And of course he ambushed me," she adds, laughing harder now. "Why would we expect anything else?"

"Ana, did you know?" Arthur asks Ana now.

"Nope. He doesn't tell me what his plans are in here, you know that. Makes it more exciting that way. Builds anticipation," she says. "But Gwen, you know if you're not ready for this, all you have to say is no, right?"

"Of course I know that. I was surprised, yes, we all were, but… I'm looking forward to this now. I see what you mean about the anticipation," she says. "What do I do?"

"Well, I don't know exactly how he's going to be expecting you. But you know what Arthur and I do," Ana says, starting to undress.

"Do you ever undress each other?" Gwen asks. She's undressing as well.

"More often than not, I think," Arthur says. "It's just more fun."

"Of course it is," Gwen agrees.

When Christian opens the door, clad in his jeans, Arthur and Ana are kneeling on the floor hand in hand, and Gwen is sitting on the couch near the giant bed.

Christian angles his head at Gwen for a moment, intrigued.

"We didn't know where you would want me, Sir," Gwen says. "And I did not want to kneel by the door as I am not a submissive."

"Indeed," Christian says. He doesn't give any indication as to whether he is unhappy with this decision or not. He walks over to Ana and Arthur and bids them stand.

He kisses Ana and even lays an affectionate hand on the side of Arthur's face for just a moment. "Ana, Arthur, strap Mistress Gwen to the bed, please, and then sit on either side of her, near her head."

"Yes, Sir," Ana and Arthur chorus. Christian strides away and switches on some music. It's piano music this time, sad yet hopeful all at once.

He moves to the chest of drawers and pulls out a few items. Ana glances over, curious about which toys Gwen is going to get.

Of course he holds whatever he's got on the side away from them, out of sight. Ana and Arthur sit on the bed as they have been instructed and wait.

"Oh, dear, did I neglect to tell you to remove Mistress Gwen's panties before tying her up?" Christian asks. His tone suggests that it perhaps was not an oversight.

"I should have asked. Sorry, Sir," Arthur answers.

"It's all right. I just hope these aren't a favorite pair, Mistress," Christian says, trailing a single finger along the edge of the scant garment, red this time.

They still can't see what he has in his hand.

"Now," Christian announces, straightening up again. "Do you know why you are restrained, Mistress?"

"So I won't touch you," Gwen says. Her breathing is shallow and her normally-husky voice is even breathier.

"Yes," Christian confirms. "But I also plan on playing with you a little. Because I can."

Gwen moans softly, and attempts to squirm.

"The restraints force you to stay still, don't they, Ana?"

"Yes, Sir," Ana answers. She feels like squirming a little, too.

"Ana has trouble keeping still, don't you, Ana?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're squirming right now and no one is even touching you."

"Yes, Sir," Ana breathes, pressing her knees together. Christian smiles a little smile just for Ana, and she squirms again.

"I have two things for you, Mistress," Christian says. He tucks something into his back pocket and withdraws something else from his front jeans pocket. "Do you know what these are?"

Gwen looks. "Nipple clamps, Sir?" I think that what those are. What else could they be?

"Very good. I trust you've never… experienced these before."

"No, Sir."

"Excellent," Christian says, smiling slightly. "And I doubt you'll use it, but you know the safeword?"

Gwen nods.

"Tell me," Christian presses.

"Red," she says. "Sir," she adds after a beat.

"Very good. Arthur, Ana, Mistress Gwen is aroused, I can see that. But I think we need to really make sure she's really ready for these." He holds up the clamps, and Ana realizes that they're very much like the ones he used with her the first time she had them.

"Yes, Sir," Arthur and Ana say, and they each lean over towards Gwen.

"Suck," Christian whispers, a delicious command. Arthur is only too happy to comply, and Ana is pretty eager to help out as well.

Gwen moans, pulling at her restraints a bit, arching her back as much as she is able, pressing her breasts into their hungry mouths as they kiss and suckle her.

"That's enough," Christian says. Arthur and Ana back away as Christian climbs up on the bed, crawling over Gwen's body, until he is straddling her stomach, keeping his weight on his knees. He bends over and kisses Gwen's neck.

Then he withdraws the item from his back pocket, holding it low enough so Gwen can't quite see it, but Arthur and Ana can. He flips it on, and a soft buzzing noise fills the air.

"Oh," Gwen breathes, realizing what he has. He deliberately doesn't let her see it, doesn't even touch her with it for a full 30 seconds. Just to build anticipation.

Then he touches her with the vibrator, on her left nipple first, then her right. She gasps and tugs at her restraints again.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Christian says. He pulls an eye mask from his back pocket and hands it to Ana. "You've seen enough, Mistress."

Ana slips the eye mask over Gwen's eyes, kisses her lips, and returns to her spot on the bed.

Christian repeats his actions with the vibrator, touching it first to one breast, then the other. Then he switches it off, sets it down, and affixes one nipple clamp in place.

"Ah! Oh, God…." Gwen cries out. Christian bends down and flicks his tongue softly against the clamped nipple and Gwen whimpers a little.

"We still on green?" he asks softly.

"Oh, yeah," Gwen answers.

He puts the other one in place then.

"Yes," she gasps. "Oh, that's so…"

"Good?" Christian supplies.

"Intense," she says. "Oh…" She hears Christian switch the vibrator back on again. "Oh, no," she gasps when she feels the vibrator on her stomach, making its way to her breasts.

"Oh, yes," Christian counters. He glances up at Arthur. He is rapt, watching intently, his hand already starting to rub himself through his boxer briefs.

Christian moves the vibrator to Gwen's clamped nipples, touching it lightly to each one in turn.

"Ah!" Gwen exclaims, her hips bucking slightly.

Christian moves off of Gwen, moving lower and to the side, dragging the vibrator as he goes, stopping it just below her belly button.

"Hmm. These need to go," he mutters, pondering Gwen's panties. He cups his hand over her and she moans. "So wet already, Mistress," he observes, feeling the warm, damp silk beneath his hand.

"Anticipation," she whispers, squirming again.

"Ah, yes, the best aphrodisiac," Christian purrs, dragging the vibrator around, caressing her everywhere with it except there.

Gwen mewls and bites her lip, and Christian finally touches her, through her panties.

"Yes," she gasps.

Christian toys with her for a few seconds longer, then sets the vibrator aside again so he can have both hands available to tear through her scant silk panties.

"Mmm," Gwen moans.

Christian takes the ruined panties in his hand, balls them up, and throws them to Arthur, who grabs them like a child receiving a Christmas gift.

"Thank you, Sir," he says, holding them to his face for a moment. Christian notices that Arthur's boxers seem to have disappeared.

He takes up the vibrator again and touches it to Gwen's clit with no warning, and she cries out. Then he slides it inside of her and she moans again as he moves it in and out a few times.

He continues to torment her, running the vibrator around to various and deliberate places on her body, periodically returning to her womanhood.

Gwen is breathing shallow and fast, obviously close, so Christian decides to toss the vibrator aside. Then he bends down and takes a moment to kiss her there, lapping up her juices, further driving her mad.

"Ohhh…" she groans. "Oh, God, Sir…"

Christian expected her to try to tell him what to do. She didn't. She came close to telling him to just take her already, but she didn't.

"You are doing well, Mistress," Christian says. "But we've just begun. Arthur, Ana, uncuff her feet."

"Yes, Sir." They move down and undo the leather cuffs around Gwen's ankles. She bends her legs immediately, moving them only because she can now.

Christian removed his jeans while Gwen was partially un-cuffed, and he slides back onto the bed now, over Gwen, letting her feel his erection against her leg, her stomach, her center, where he slides it deliciously.

Again he expects her to demand "now." Again she says nothing, letting him have the total control he needs.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Mistress, and then I won't any more," Christian says, reminding her of the rules.

"Yes, Chr—Sir," Gwen answers, slipping for the first time.

Wow, she must be pretty distracted, Ana thinks. She shifts so she can see better, ever mindful of the moisture collecting between her legs. She can see Arthur on the other side, stroking himself without a care in the world, eyes glued on his wife.

Christian kisses Gwen once, then nips her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Gwen groans and flexes her hips against him.

"Be still," he growls low before fully capturing her lips with his, kissing her deeply, his hand skimming her breast, his palm ghosting over her clamped and now over-sensitized nipples. It's a feather-light touch that makes Gwen cry out, tearing her lips away only to have them reclaimed by Christian.

Christian releases her lips finally, trailing kisses down her neck, rubbing his cock against her folds again, teasing her, tormenting her as he kisses around her breasts. Finally, he licks her nipples in turn with surprising delicacy.

"Oh…" Gwen moans, her head tossing on the bed.

"I'm going to take you now, Mistress," Christian tells her, rearing up over her.

"Please," Gwen says, practically begging.

Christian grabs Gwen's hips and slides slowly into her at first, all the way in. Then he backs out and slams powerfully into her, beginning an almost-punishing rhythm.

"Oh! Fuck…" Gwen gasps. Beside her, Arthur groans and doubles his own efforts.

Ana finds her hand traveling inside her panties, something that she normally doesn't do, but just watching Christian, watching him in Dom mode as an outsider instead of a sub, is almost too much. He's just so… hot.

Christian sees Ana touching herself, and takes a split second to look over at her, her fingers inside her panties. He winks at her and then returns his attention to Gwen.

"Oh… Arthur… I need you…" Gwen moans, and Arthur leans over, still grasping himself, and kisses her, knowing what she needs him to do.

Christian moves his hand to rub circles on Gwen's clit, bringing her to the brink.

Gwen tears her lips away from Arthur's and moans, long and low, tightening her legs around Christian's hips.

"Oh… oh, God… oh, no… yes… oh! Yes!" Gwen explodes, her whole body jerking like a wave as she comes, clamping tight around Christian.

Christian rides it out with her, reaching down to release one nipple, then the other.

"Ah! Oh…" Gwen screams, the painful pleasure of the clamps' release renewing and intensifying her orgasm. "Mother fuck…" she breathes.

Christian gently withdraws from Gwen and nods at Arthur, who removes Guinevere's mask, uncuffs her, and rubs her shoulders, peppering her skin with kisses as he goes.

"Ana," Christian calls, and she scoots over to where he is as he moves out from between Gwen's knees, settling next to her on the gigantic bed.

"Yes, sir," she says, eyeing his still-rock-hard member.

"Finish me. With your mouth," he orders.

"Yes, sir," Ana answers eagerly, lying down to take him in her mouth, first licking and sucking Gwen's juices off of him, then continuing, drawing him deep inside her mouth, taking all of him in.

"Oh, baby, yes," Christian groans, threading his hands through Ana's hair. He looks over and sees Arthur lavishing gentle attention on Gwen's breasts, soothing her nipples with his tongue, kissing them better.

Gwen sighs under Arthur's ministrations and runs her fingers through his hair, reaching down to stroke his cock.

Ana licks Christian's length up and down, swirling her tongue around, then plunges him back into her mouth, sucking hard.

"Oh, fuck," Christian curses, flexing his hips, pushing harder into Ana's mouth. She keeps up with him, hungry for him, meeting his thrusting hips easily. Seconds later he floods into her, streaming down her throat as his cock throbs inside her mouth.

Ana gently releases him, smacks her lips, and grins at him, always proud of how she can unravel her husband this way.

Beside them on the bed, Gwen has her legs around Arthur now as he drives into her, slaking his own need. Her hands are on his chest, her nails digging in slightly, drawing a groan from Arthur. He drops his head and kisses her passionately, completely lost in her.

Ana and Christian watch them for a minute, and Christian remembers that Ana hasn't gotten any attention.

"Mrs. Grey," he purrs, prowling over her, crawling until she has no choice but to lie down beside Gwen. "Don't think I've forgotten you."

Christian peels Ana's panties off and tosses them to the floor. Then he dives between her thighs, biting her upper inner thigh once before running his skillful tongue along her folds, making her moan immediately.

"Oh, God, Christian." Ana bucks her hips under her, and he grabs them to still her. He laves her folds with his tongue, flicking her clit, sucking gently at it and she moans.

Christian slides his tongue around and down, thrusting it deep inside her and flexing it.

"Ohhhh…" Ana moans again.

"Arthur…" Gwen moans beside them. "Oh yes… Ah! Oh…" she cries out her release, her hand reaching over to Ana, who takes the hand and puts it on her breast.

Moments later, Arthur growls and stills, releasing into Gwen before collapsing over her and gathering her into his arms.

Christian is unrelenting, swirling his tongue around Ana's clit again while he slides a single finger into her, moving it slowly in and out.

"Oh, God," Ana says, trying to move, to bring some relief, wanting this to go on forever but needing release. Then Gwen leans over and starts kissing Ana's breast, teasing her nipple with her tongue, holding the soft orb gently in her hand. Arthur is behind Gwen, trailing kisses on her back and shoulders, even down to her backside.

"Ah! Fuck!" Ana cries out. The addition of Gwen's soft lips on her breast pushes Ana over the brink and she explodes, her legs tightening around Christian's head.

Gwen lifts her head, kisses Ana's lips once, turns and kisses Arthur once, and settles back in against him to wait.

Christian kisses his way up Ana's body and finally reaches her lips, kissing her deeply and ardently. "I love you, Ana," he whispers.

"I love you, Christian," she whispers back. They can hear Arthur and Gwen whispering and murmuring to each other as well, and assume they're saying much of the same.

xXx

"So, that was your 'normal' Dom persona?" Ana asks after a short time. They're all still laying on the bed in their regular places, the ladies in the middle, the men bookending them.

"Almost," Christian says.

"Almost?" Gwen pipes up. "You were pretty, um, detached. Dom-y."

"If I was truly being my old self and treating you like a real sub, I probably wouldn't have fucked you," he says, trailing his fingers over Ana's skin. "And I would have played with you a lot longer, bringing you to the brink several times but not letting you come until I was ready to let you finish."

"Bloody hell," Arthur says. Gwen nods in agreement.

"Then I probably would have let you suck my cock."

"You'd let me?" Gwen asks, but she sounds amused.

"And if you were a real sub, you would have jumped at the privilege of bringing me pleasure," Christian says.

"And that, my darlings, is why I am not a sub," Gwen declares.

"That's pretty harsh, Grey," Arthur says, incredulous.

"I was a heartless bastard, what can I say?" Christian shrugs. "Ana found my heart, though."

"It was always there," Ana says. "You just misplaced it."

"Well, now I know exactly where it is," Christian says. "You have it."

"And you have mine," she answers, turning her head to meet his kiss.

Arthur kisses Gwen's neck a few times. "I know exactly how you feel," he says. "Guinevere had my heart from the moment I set eyes on her."

Gwen smiles and kisses him. "I took it, joined it with mine, and gave him half."

"Lucky bastards, we are," Arthur sighs.

"Indeed," Christian agrees.