A/N: Hey guys sorry haven't updated in a while, but I tried to make this chapter pretty long for you guys. If you don't know already, E L James is coming out with the book Grey which is the Fifty Shades Trilogy in Christian's point of view. The book releases June 18TH. I've already pre-ordered my copy so I hope you get yours. Happy Reading.

~Ana~

"Say my name."

"Christian," I gasp breathlessly as he continues to thrust into me from behind.

The top half of my body is firmly pressed into the bed with Christian's hand in the middle of my back. The other hand, which is holding my ass in the air, is gripping my left hip so tightly, I'm sure I'll be wearing his handprint for the next few days.

"Christian… I'm close."

"Get there baby. Give it to me," he grunts in my ear.

After three more powerful thrust my vision darkens and I can see nothing but stars as my orgasm takes over me. I vaguely hear Christian swear as he pumps into me twice more before his entirely body shudders. My vision slowly comes back and I feel Christian's weight on top of me. He is breathing heavily in my ear.

"You're incredible, Mrs. Grey." He kisses my ear and rolls off of me. I feel the soft duvet slide over my sensitive skin and I sigh.

"Sleepy?" I can hear the amusement in his voice.

"Not really," I say indignantly.

He climbs in behind me and I can feel his big body shaking with laughter. "Liar."

I turn in his hold and I feel him stiffen ever so slightly. I look at him for a while, but I don't touch him. His fingers slide down my arm until he reaches my hand and he grabs hold of it. He lifts it to his face and kisses each of my fingertips gently before placing my hand on his chest.

"Don't ever be afraid to touch me Ana. Even when you think I don't want to be touched, touch me anyway."

I smile at him and lightly run my fingers over his chest. His eyes flutter closed and he breathes deeply. I can't tell if it's because he enjoys it or if he's trying to calm himself down so I stop. His eyes snap open and they are full of fire. I laugh.

"Again?"

"Can't blame me for having a healthy appetite," he says while burying his face in my neck.

"I don't think this is healthy. More like gluttony."

He laughs and skims his hand down my body and between my legs. He inserts a finger and I flinch and whimper ever so slightly, but of course he noticed. Christian's entire body freezes. He lifts his head and looks at me with eyes full of concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little sore. That's all." Understatement of the century. It's more than a little. Christian and I made love all night last night and then again this morning. I think I'm finally starting to feel the results.

"I hurt you." It's not a question.

"Christian you didn't—" but he's already out of the bed and heading for the bathroom. I hear water running and a few minutes later, he returns to the bedroom, scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom where he sits me on the side of the Jacuzzi in the corner of the room.

"Christian." He ignores me. He reaches into a cabinet and grabs a blue and white bag and begins to dump half of its contents into the tub. It must be Epsom salt. He drops the bag on the floor and looks at me with cold eyes. "Get in."

I'm confused by his behavior. I normally expect him to overreact, but I'm always taken off guard by his anger because I'm never sure what I do to warrant it. I do as I'm told and I step into the Jacuzzi, slowly lowering my body into the scalding water. A small hiss escapes me once the water comes into contact with the most sensitive part of me. Finally, when I'm seated and fully submerged in the bubbling water, I turn to him with questioning eyes.

"Are you getting in?" He just stares at me, looking angrier by the minute. "Christian, from five minutes ago until now, I can't think of what I could have possible done wrong. So I'm not sure why you're mad, but I really don't feel like arguing. We were having such a great morning." And we were. He served me breakfast in bed (cooked by Gail) which we shared. We talked about nothing and laughed at everything and ended with me screaming his name. No Saturday could be better than that and it wasn't even noon.

He sighs and steps into the tub, sitting across from me. The anger seeming to melt out of him. "I'm not mad at you per se. I'm angry with myself. You promised me that you would let me know if it was too much, if I hurt you."

"But it wasn't. I'm fine."

"You're not fine," he snaps. "I want you to enjoy my touch not flinch away from it. You didn't say anything. You just let me fuck you like an animal." His voice cracks and he closes his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He opens his eyes and the tortured look I see in them breaks my heart. I move across to him and sit on his lap, his arms instantly closing around my waist. "I'm trying to be the man you need. It's hard for me to remember myself when I'm inside you. I get so lost in you." He whispers the last part and we sit in silence for a moment, the water bubbling around us.

"I'm not like them, Ana."

"I know. I know you'd never hurt me. I trust you."

"Next time please tell me if I'm too rough. I can't stand it that you're in pain and that I'm the reason."

I nod against his chest. "Say it Ana. I need to hear the words."

"I promise I'll tell you if I'm in pain."

He kisses my temple then moves me from his lap and stands. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go hit the gym. You stay here and relax. I'll be back soon." He kisses the top of my head and walks out of the bathroom. I know that he's still upset, but I let him leave anyway. I've learned that this is his way of coping, by putting distance between us.

The water feels so good that I decide to stay in a while longer. I lie back and close my eyes, only intending to stay in for a few minutes, but when I open them again it's because I'm being lightly shaken. I look up and see Christian standing over me with an amused look on his face.

"You fell asleep. Come on. Let's get you out before you turn into a prune."

Happy that he's in a better mood, I take his hand and allow him to lift me from the water. He wraps me in a big fluffy towel and takes my hand as we walk from the bathroom. He wipes away every drop of water then takes the towel and drops it in the wicker hamper in the closet. I sit on the edge of the bed and he takes a step back, appraising me. I squirm nervously under his gaze. Every inch of me is probably red with how embarrassed and exposed I feel.

"What," I finally ask.

"You look lovely. I'm trying to decide what I want to do with you today. Get you dressed and take you out or keep you naked and in bed all day. Decisions, decisions."

I bite my lip and smile. "I don't get to dress myself?"

"No. I think that will be my pleasure today," he says thoughtfully. I sit quietly and watch him as he moves about the room, throwing random articles of clothing onto the bed. When he's satisfied he comes back and stand in front of me.

"Stand up," he commands, softly, but firmly.

I do as I'm told, rather enjoying this. He walks behind me and kisses my ear, his tongue briefly slipping inside, making me shiver all over. "Close your eyes," he whispers. Once closed, I feel something smooth and silky slide over my eyes. He's blindfolded me. He moves away and cool air hits my back. I can hear his soft footsteps as he moves around the room.

"Lift you right leg." His soft voice comes from somewhere in front of me and makes me jump and I hear his deep chuckle. I do as he says and I feel more satin at my feet. Underwear. I lift my other leg and he begins to slide the fabric slowly up my legs. I was wrong. It's not underwear. It's a thong. Since when do I own a thong? I feel Christian place a soft kiss at my hip before he moves away again.

"Arms up." This time he is behind me. I lift my arms and a hard shell is placed over me, covering me from the tops of my breasts to the bottom of my stomach. I feel him tug at the back and the shell gets tighter. A corset? I feel my breasts bunch up as Christian continues to tug at the back of me. Definitely a corset. He moves around me dragging his fingers around my neck then his touch is gone. I strain my ears trying to hear his movements, but his footfalls are like cotton hitting carpet.

"Ana."

I let out a small yelp when I realize he is in front of me again and quite close to my face. He chuckles. "So not funny," I grumble.

"Lift your left foot."

I do as I am told and he slides on a shoe. Placing my foot back on the floor I know that he has placed me in very tall heels. I lift the other leg before he asks me to and he slips the other shoe in place with a murmured, "Good girl."

He steps away from me again. I can tell by the whoosh of air that breezes in front of me. "Don't move," he commands.

This time I hear him moving about the room and I have to wonder if he is making noise solely for my benefit. I hear the beep of his phone signaling that he has taken it from the charger.

"Spread your legs a bit wider and place your hand on your hip."

"Yes, sir," I say and I don't even have to look at him to know his eyes are full of fire.

I'm not sure what he's doing, but he's very quiet for a long while and then his hands are on me. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

My lips part on a gasp. "You look so sexy right now."

"Kiss me."

"In due time. I'm not finished dressing you yet." I let out a small whimper and he laughs softly. "So impatient. Arms up."

I lift my arms again and Christian brings them down until my hands are at chest level. He fusses with what I assume are sleeves and shimmies them up each arm before stretching the fabric over my head. He slowly slides it down my body and whatever it is feels like a second skin, it's so tight. "Can I see myself now?"

"Not yet. I'm almost finished, I promise."

I feel him place his hand on my back and exert a small amount of pressure, urging me to move forward. I move about the room at his direction, both surprised and pleased that I don't trip over my own feet. We stop and he says close to my ear, "Can I touch your hair?"

"Of course you can."

He gently runs his fingers through my hair again and again. I feel soft bristles at the edge of my scalp as Christian brushes my hair back. There are small tugs at the top of my head and I flinch. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No it's ok."

His fingers continue to move down and I feel my hair drop stiffly over my left shoulder. Finally, he takes my blindfold off and I am standing in front of a full length mirror. I have on a deep red dress with black stripes running from the tips of the undersides of my sleeve to the very bottom. The shoes I'm wearing are black red bottoms that shimmer in the light from the almost invisible glitter. I was right about the corset because my body is more hourglass-shaped and I could use my breasts as a table, they're sitting up so high and perky. My hair had been braided to the side in a neat fishtail braid.

"Where did you learn to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Braid hair."

He clears his throat and looks a little red. "My maternal mother would pass out next to me and I liked the way her hair felt so I would play with it while she slept. One day, after Grace adopted me, she fell asleep next to me watching a movie. I reached over and stroked her hair and I liked the way it felt so I played with it. I guess I pulled a little too hard on it because she jolted upright and I thought I was in trouble. She calmed me down and asked what I was doing. Of course I didn't respond because I don't think I uttered a word to them for about two years. I pointed to her hair and she asked if I liked it. I nodded and she showed me how to braid it. It became something I did when I wanted to show affection. I wasn't normal like Elliot and Mia. I didn't like hugs or kisses, but when I thought my mother or sister was sad or stressed or tired, I'd play in their hair. Eventually I got pretty good at it as you can see." He concludes his story by flicking the end of my braid.

"Yeah you did. It's pretty."

"What about all my hard work with the rest of you?"

"I think you did a wonderful job with that too." I kiss his cheek and he smiles.

"I bought these things for you. I've been looking for a reason to get you into that corset. Would you like to see what you look like?" I nod and he pulls out his phone. After a series of taps he turns the screen my way and there I am, black thong and all. I look… amazing. My hand is on my hip and, being in heels and standing gap legged, my legs look as if they go on for miles. A simple change of clothes and position and I don't even look like myself.

"What do you think?"

"Is that even me?"

He chuckles deeply. "Who else could be as beautiful as that? Of course it's you. Do you think you're sexy?"

"Yeah and that's saying a lot coming from me."

"Ana, this is how I see you every time I look at you. You're sexy, stunning, a complete and total knock out, but what's more, you're beautiful on the outside and the inside and that's a rare find. You could be vain about your looks, but instead you're absolutely oblivious. I hope that one day you can see yourself the way that I see you."

I feel a tear slide down my cheek and he swipes it away with his thumb. "I love you Christian."

"I love you too baby. Now, let me get dressed and we'll go out for lunch. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect."

~Christian~

I am sitting at my desk reading through hundreds of forms that require my signature when Andrea's voice fills the room.

"Mr. Grey."

"Yes?"

"There's a um…" She clears her throat and sounds rather distracted when she speaks again. "There's a man here to see you. He says he's your brother, but it's not Mr. Elliot Grey. Should I let him in sir?"

I put my pen down and stare at the door. What's he doing here?

"Mr. Grey? Sir?"

"Yes. Let him in."

A few seconds later my door opens slowly and Blake walks in.

"Hey. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time," he says, eyeing the papers in front of me.

"No not at all. Please sit. Did you need something? Is something wrong?" I begin to panic thinking that he might be here to tell me something happened to Carter.

"No, nothing's wrong. I actually just came by to see if you'd like to have lunch. I have your cell number and I tried calling, but you didn't pick up. I tried the office and your assistant wouldn't let me speak with you. She kept saying that you were busy and you'd asked not to be disturbed. So I figured if I came up and said I was family that they'd have to bother you. Sorry. You do look pretty busy."

"No it's fine. I could use a break. Beside, you are family." I try a smile and I am relieved when he smiles back.

"Is it like this every day?" He motions to the papers in front of me.

"Not all the time. To tell you the truth I've been somewhat of a slacker. I've been so preoccupied with Ana and our wedding that I haven't had time to do anything. I'm playing catch-up right now." His face tightens slightly at the mention of Ana. Any other time I'd be pissed knowing that another man was attracted to Ana, but in Blake's case I just feel bad. Ana is beautiful and I'm lucky that she's chosen me to spend the rest of her life with, but I'm not the only one who sees that. Blake wants to get to know the brother he lost while seeing him with the woman he can't have. That can't be easy. But still. This needs to be addressed.

"I get it," I say.

"You get what?"

"The way you feel about Ana. I get it."

He frowns and tries to feign ignorance. "What are you talking about?"

I raise an eyebrow and he sighs and looks down. "Am I that obvious?"

"Just a little. You hide it well. She doesn't even notice."

"That's good. I wouldn't want things to be awkward and I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. It's just a little crush. It'll go away." I sure as hell knew for fact that wasn't true. "Besides, I'm not letting anything come between us. I lost you once and I'll be damned if I'm the reason I lose you again. I respect the fact that she's your fiancé and I would never to anything to sabotage your relationship."

I smile at him. "That's good to know, but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't warn you off like I do all the others. I can be a little crazy when it comes to Ana. If you ever think about touching her or coming between the two of us, I will destroy you."

He stares at me for a moment with wide eyes before his face morphs into a grin. "We're going to get along just fine. Don't worry, I hear you loud and clear. Come on. Let me take you to lunch."

"Ana?" I drop my keys in the glass bowl next to the door and walk through the apartment. I'm met with silence. "Ana? Are you home?"

"Hello Mr. Grey," Gail says. "Ana hasn't come home yet. Ana called earlier saying that she and Sawyer had to run an errand, but they'll be home soon."

"What kind of errand?"

"I'm not sure sir. They didn't say."

I frown and Gail shrinks back into the kitchen. I pull out my phone and call Ana.

"Hey."

"Where are you?"

"I'm fine thank you. My day was pretty good. How was yours?"

I sigh, not really in the mood for her smart mouth. "Hello Ana, my day was fine thank you. Now where are you?"

"Calm down. I had to run an errand."

"So I've been informed. Why didn't you tell me about this errand?"

"Because it's a surprise."

"You know I hate surprises."

"I actually think you're going to love this one. Although you'll probably hate me because you don't get to see it."

"What kind of surprise is it if I don't even get to see it?"

"It'll all make sense in just a minute. Get off the phone, I'm coming up."

I hang up and stand facing the door with my arms crossed. After an eternity, Sawyer walks through the door. I roll my eyes because I know she sent him in first on purpose. He turns and murmurs something to her. Through the door, I hear her muffled reply. "No I've got it. Wait, don't let it drag the floor. Catch the end."

The door opens wider and there is Ana carrying a large plastic white bag.

"What the hell is that?"

She walks over to me beaming. "Guess."

I look back down at the bag and I see that there is a hook sticking out of the top. No. A clothes hanger. Holy shit. "You went and bought your wedding dress?"

"I sure did. We passed by a bridal shop on the way home and the one in the window had my name written all over it. I had to have it. It was so beautiful. I knew I'd love wearing it and I also knew you'd love to see me in it."

I stare wide eyed at the bag. "Let me see it."

I reach for it and she backs away. "No! You know the rule."

"Ana the wedding is months away. Do you really expect that dress to hang in our closet without me looking at it? How much will power do you think I have?"

"None. That' why it's only spending the night here and tomorrow Sawyer is going to drop it off at your parents' place." She hands the bundle of white plastic over to Sawyer who dutifully takes it away.

I smile down at her. "Are you eager to spend the rest of your life with me Mrs. Grey?"

"There's no one in the world I'd rather spend it with."

"You know, being with me you might pick up a few pounds before the wedding." I give a once over to her small frame and frown. "Actually I can guarantee it."

"Then we'll get it altered. There was no way I could leave that dress behind. And since someone has gotten so generous with my bank account, I figured why not spend it where it matters most."

"Spend it on anything you'd like. It's yours. Soon we'll get a joined bank account and you'll have access to all my funds and assets."

"Christian I don't—"

"It's either that or I can set you up with an allowance." I arch my brow at her knowing full well that she would hate that more than being on my payroll.

"Fine, but I'll spend only what I put into the account and not a penny more." I laugh. "What?"

"It's cute that you honestly believe that. Ana I know you aren't with me because of my money. You don't have to spend the rest of your life proving it. I make a very decent living."

"And then some," she mutters.

"Exactly. You know this. You are marrying a wealthy man so enjoy it, please. I want to spoil you, but I can't do that if you won't let me." I grab her chin and tilt her head back so she can look at me. "Promise me you'll let me?"

She sighs, frustrated, but her eyes soften. "I promise." She lifts up on her toes and kisses me softly on the lips. "Can I cook you dinner or has Gail beaten me to it again?"

Ana and Gail have been having a friendly competition. Ana wants to cook to take some of the load off of Gail and because she genuinely enjoys it. Gail, being my employee, refuses to allow Ana to lift a finger if it has to do with manual labor. By the time Ana gets home, dinner has been cooked and is being set out for us to eat much to Ana's disappointment.

"I think Gail could use some help in the kitchen." She saunters off and I go in search of Sawyer as soon as she is out of sight. I round the corner to the security office and almost collide with him.

"Sorry sir. I didn't know you were there. Did you need something?" His lips are twitching like he's trying to fight a smile. Smug bastard.

"You know what I want."

"Sorry Mr. Grey, but Miss Steele was very adamant about me keeping the dress away from you."

"Sawyer I swear to God I'll fire you if you don't tell me where you put that dress."

"She said you'd say that. She also said that if you did fire me, she'd hire me herself since you're about to get married and she's technically my boss too." When the hell did I lose control over my staff?

"Sawyer—"

"Christian!"

I turn around quickly like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Stop harassing Luke. He's not going to tell you where the dress is. A little suspense won't kill you."

"Does he know what it looks like?" I motion towards Sawyer with my head.

"Of course he does. You won't let me go anywhere alone so he went in with me."

"So another man has seen your wedding dress before me?"

"Lots of people will see it before you. You're the Groom. You're the last person who gets to see it."

"Wait what do you mean 'lots of people'?"

"Well I have to show it to Grace, Kate and Mia. They have to give me their opinions so we can alter the dress and add or take away from it. I personally think it's perfect, but I want to know what they think too."

"What about what I think?"

"I care about what you think too, but I'm asking you to trust that I would never pick something that you didn't approve of. Now, leave Sawyer alone. He has nothing to do with this. Come on, dinner's almost ready."

She grabs my hand and pulls me away from Sawyer. When I look back at him he shrugs and shakes his head hopelessly. Just what in the actual hell am I going to do with this woman?

"Sir?"

I look up from the papers on my desk to find Taylor in the doorway of my study.

"What can I do for you Taylor?"

"There's a problem with the Lincoln situation."

I feel my entire body freeze and grow cold. "Explain."

"It seems that Mr. Lincoln has disappeared. There's no trace of him in Seattle or anywhere for that matter. It's like he's vanished or more appropriately, gone off the grid."

"I want him found. As long as he's out there he's going to wreak havoc on my life and that puts Anastasia and the rest of my family in danger. Find him. I don't care what you have to do, but I want him found."

"Yes sir." He turns and walks out.

I sigh and rub my eyes. I'm very tired all of a sudden. There is a soft knock on the door.

"Come in."

Ana pokes her head in the doorway and smiles softly. "Hey. I know you're trying to catch up on work, but I thought you could use a little break. I brought you something special."

"And what might that be?"

She comes into the room carrying a plate with a generous piece of chocolate cake on it. "I didn't know if you drank milk with your dessert so I brought water instead."

"It's perfect. Thank you baby." I take the plate and bottle of water from her and set them on the desk. I grab her around the waist and bury my head in her stomach. She strokes my hair.

"Tough day."

"Something like that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really. I just want to hold you for a moment."

She stands and strokes my hair while I hold on to her. She gives me life. My world, which used to be bleak and meaningless has been revived by her. Just having her near puts me at ease. She's always been mine. I don't need a piece of paper for that to be true, but she does and at that moment, I just can't wait any longer.

"Let's go get married."

"What?"

"Ana I can't do this anymore. I need to be married to you. We'll still have the ceremony and we don't even have to tell anyone. I just want it to be official."

"Even if I were to agree to this, the court house is closed for the day."

"It's ok. John is an ordained minister."

"Your therapist? How does that even happen?"

"It doesn't matter how it happened, what matters is that he is and we're going to go and see him right now."

I don't give her time to say anything. I stand and throw her over my shoulder. "Christian!" Her voice is stern, but I can hear the laughter. This is happening.

"Taylor!" I am in our bedroom searching for shoes for the both of us.

"Yes Mr. Grey?"

"Call John and tell him we're on the way."

Without another word Taylor pulls out his phone and moves out of the room. I've finally secured shoes for us and now I'm following him. "Gail! Sawyer!" They come running into the great room. "Let's go. We're all going."

Within minutes we're all on the elevator, Sawyer and Gail looking confused, Taylor looking amused, and Ana slung over my shoulder. The elevator stops suddenly and the doors open up on a startled Blake. "Perfect! Get in here, you're coming too."

"And just where might we be going?" He too looks amused.

"Ana and I are about to get married."

"I thought the wedding was in the summer."

"It is," Ana says indignantly to my back.

"It is, but we're getting married now."

"Count me in. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You can't tell anyone," I say and shoot him a piercing look.

"Honestly Christian? Who am I going to tell?"

He had a point. We make it to the SUV and everyone piles in. Taylor climbs into the driver's seat, Blake and Sawyer hop in the back with Gail sandwiched between them and I get in the front holding Ana in my lap. I try to put the seatbelt around us but it only makes it so far. I frown and tell Taylor to drive carefully and I secure Ana in the fold of my arms.

"This is crazy," Ana says and looks back at me with the brightest smile I've ever seen. She's on board.

We arrive safely to John's office and we all but run into the building. When we reach his office he is about to close the door for the evening. "Wait," I yell.

He turns around startled. "Christian. I don't think we have anything scheduled for this evening."

"I'm actually not here for therapy. I want you to marry us." I pull Ana close to me and stare at him. He stares back for a long moment before opening his door again and stepping aside. I hold Ana close and lead her in, the rest following. The door closes and John walks around to stand in front of us. "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life."

"Ana?"

"I'm sure," she says and smiles up at me.

"Alright then. Dearly beloved we're gathered here tonight to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony."

I look at Ana and I see the love burning in her eyes and I know mine are a mirror of hers. Tonight I make her mine. Forever.

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