Ana
I quickly make my way into the downstairs bathroom and take my panties off. Knowing that he is going to ask me to give him my panties, I put them into one of the pockets of the teal wrap dress I am wearing today and quickly make my way to his study where I knock.
"Come in." His voice comes through the closed door and just knowing what will happen once I am inside makes my belly flutter. I open the door get inside and close it behind me.
I look up at Christian and nearly start to drool. He has taken his shirt, shoes and socks off and is only wearing his jeans. The top button is undone and I can tell that he has also taken his boxer briefs off. He is leaning against his desk, arms crossed in front of his chest and the look on his face is quite forbidding. Damn he is hot and all mine!
"Do you think you have a reason to smile like that, Mrs. Grey?" He asks with one raised eyebrow and I slowly shake my head.
"I didn't hear your answer, Mrs. Grey." He says and slowly he starts stroll around me, never touching me, but close enough to make my heart beat faster.
"No, Sir." I answer and he nods thoughtfully.
"That's right, Mrs. Grey, you have been very naughty the last couple of days, rolling your eyes at me and using that smart mouth of yours. Do you think that is polite?" He asks and something about him being in control like this really turns me on.
"No, Sir."
"Good, at least we can agree on that." He says and holds his hand out, which I know he does so I hand him my panties. I slowly retrieve them from my pocket and place them in his hand. The first time we did this scene I just left them in the bathroom and when he asked for them and I told him I left them in the bathroom he left his study for a moment, returned and made me take all my clothes off. Then I had to go and get them as naked as the day I was born. Of course, I refused thinking that he must have lost his mind, with security cameras in the hallways and all the staff that we have, but he told me that the cameras are switched off and no one was to come into the hallways. So, I quickly got them and since then I never forget to take them with me.
Christian lifts my panties to his nose, inhales deeply and like every time he does that I blush. It's sexy as hell, but also really naughty. "Your smell is delicious, Mrs. Grey."
"Now, I want you to take this dress off." He says and tugs on the bow that keeps the dress together until it is open and I slowly take it off until the dress pools at my feet. I watch as Christian places a fluffy pillow on the edge of his desks and I smirk, of course, he would find a way to make this extra safe.
"Something amusing you, Mrs. Grey?" He asks.
"Yes, you." I say before I can stop myself and he looks not pleased at all. Damn, he is so good at this.
"Get in position, Anastasia and your last comment just earned you a few extra spanks." He says and I have to bite the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. So I quickly step forward and bend over the desk. Usually, he would make me rest my upper body flat on his desk, but given my growing belly, I press my palms flat on the desk and step back so that my butt is sticking out.
"Is this okay, Sir?" I ask and when turn my head to look at him, my mouth waters at the sight of my sexy as hell husband stroking himself.
"Yes, spread your legs some more, baby." He orders and I do until he tells me to stop. "Perfect, now why am I going to give you a spanking, Anastasia?"
"Because I've rolled my eyes a lot and because of my smart mouth." I murmur more focused on his warm hand that is now fondling my backside.
"Will you do it again?"
"No." Yes! And before I know it, his hand has left my behind and comes down in a sharp slap.
"Oww!" I cry out more in surprise than pain.
"That one was for lying to me, baby. We both know that you'll do it again." He chuckles.
"Sorry." I mutter and he rubs my behind before another slap on my behind follows this one with much less force than the one before.
"Oh, you will be, Mrs. Grey, we still have thirty spanks to go." He chuckles and I have to bite my lip so I won't moan when his hand comes down on my behind again and again, only interrupted by him rubbing my backside so it won't get numb. After twenty slaps, he stops and runs one finger through my dripping wet slit.
"You are a very naughty girl, Anastasia, so wet." He purrs and I moan loudly when slips first one and then a second finger inside me, moving them in and out quickly while making sure to hit my g-spot every time he does.
"Do not come, Anastasia!" He orders harshly when I clench around him.
"Please... Christian... I need to come..." I beg only for to withdraw his fingers. He leans over me and traces the fingers that where inside me just seconds ago along my lips.
"Suck, Anastasia, I want you to taste yourself, taste how sweet and delicious you are." He whispers and I take his fingers in my mouth, sucking and licking my juices off them, wishing it was his dick instead.
"Stop!" He groans and I open my mouth to release his fingers. "Now, I think we weren't finished here." He says and rubs my behind again and every slap on my behind makes me moan louder. Oh my God, if he doesn't fuck me soon, I'll come from him spanking me alone.
"Kneel, baby." He orders after he has rubbed my behind for a while and I drop to knees eagerly, licking my lips as he stands before me stroking his hard cock with one hand.
"Like what you see, baby?" He asks, I nod and open my mouth when he steps closer. The second he pushes the head of his erection into my mouth, I take over. Grabbing his thighs to steady myself I start to twirl my tongue around his tip and take him deeper into my mouth. Christian wraps my hair around his wrist and I deep throat him repeatedly giving even more effort when he starts to moan really loudly.
"Fuck... Ana! Shit, baby... so good... oh fuck... stop!" He orders, but I ignore him. I want him to come in my mouth, so I very gently scrap my teeth over the length of this erection knowing full well that it drives him wild when I do.
"God damn it!" He hisses between clenched teeth and grabs me by the shoulders to stop me. I look up at him innocently with my mouth full and he smirks down at me.
"Well, well, Mrs. Grey, what am I going to do with you?" he murmurs when he pulls me to my feet and turns me around so I am back being bend over the desk and without any warning he grabs my hips and slams into me.
"Fuckkkkkkkk!" I cry out and reach my climax immediately, but Christian only gives me seconds to recover which he uses to unclasp my strapless bra and throw it out of the way before he starts to pump into me with long, deep strokes. Leaning over me he cups my boobs in his hands, pulling my nipples as he fucks me harder and harder until I come again and he still isn't finished.
"Christian ... I ... can't ... hold myself up ... any longer." I pant afraid that my arms, which I am using to stop myself from lying on my belly, will just give out. He stops and lifts me up in his arms bridal style. For a second he looks around his study and then strides towards the small sofa where he sits down with me in his arms and scoots forward until is ass is barely touching the sofa. He turns me in his arms, so my back is to his front and I lean against him.
"Spread your legs wide, baby." He whispers against my ear and I do until my legs are dangling over his, which are also spread wide open. Reaching between us, he guides his erection back into me and we both moan in pleasure from the connection alone.
With one arm wrapped around me just underneath my breasts he starts to move and I mean really fucking move, making me scream so loud, I am sure half of Seattle can hear me and right now, I couldn't care less.
When I reach my third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes I see stars and can't register anything around me for at least a minute or two and even then I still feel the aftershocks of this orgasm as I clench around Christian who is still inside me.
"How was that?" He asks sounding sickeningly pleased with himself, but I can't even turn my head to look at him. I'm completely exhausted.
"Are you... are you trying to kill me, Grey?" I ask still panting and he laughs.
"Actually, I was trying to keep you satisfied for a couple of hours, because I have to work in here until dinner."
"Well, mission accomplished... big time!"
Six weeks later, still Ana
I am so nervous, today is my twenty week check up and since our little one wasn't very cooperative last time, Christian and I are really hoping to find out the sex of our baby today. After our appointment with Dr. Greene we will stop by at Cooper's to pick Mia up. Cooper and Elliot have to go to New York for work and while Kate accompanies them to do some shopping, Mia has to stay in Seattle. She is two weeks away from her due date and no airline would allow her on a plane.
Mia... well what can I say, we all try to help her to finally grow up, but just like I've predicted it isn't easy for her to change after twenty-three years of being spoiled rotten. I will say that she is really trying to change, but she still has a lot to learn. My biggest surprise was that Carrick and Grace finally realized that they weren't doing her a favor by treating her like a princess and Grace really laid into Mia about the whole wanting to hire a nanny thing. To help them getting used to everything my mom has offered to move in with them for the first two weeks after their baby is born. Grace wanted to do it, but it was agreed that my mother was the better option. Mia has the art of wrapping her parents around her finger perfected and Cooper was afraid that Grace would do all the work for Mia, while my Mom is going to guide Mia on how to handle things without enabling her to just sit around and let my Mom do all the work.
Mia was less than pleased about that, but Cooper put his foot down and told her it was either our mother or no help at all. That did the trick and she was more than happy to accept my mother's help once the baby is born. One thing she has taken to very well is the cooking, she likes to do it, so she does it, the cleaning is still poorly lacking and because she is so highly pregnant now, Cooper has hired a temporary help.
I got tired of talking to Mia about her behavior and Christian... well he is livid whenever the topic comes up. Partially, because he knows that he is at fault too. Years of providing her with cars, clothes, trips all over the world and putting money into her account left and right really didn't do her any good. I was actually shocked to find out how much money and stuff everyone in the family had given Mia each month. I mean, it's not like my family didn't spoil my siblings and I, but what they have done is just beyond the pale.
At least all the drama with Mia was a good reason for Christian and I to sit down and have a long conversation about how we want to raise our children. To me this was very important, because if he thinks he can spoil our kids like Mia was spoiled then he is dead wrong. However, he agreed that our kids would do chores around the house starting when they are old enough to do simple things like helping to set the table or cleaning their rooms. We also talked about how to discipline our children and we both agreed that spanking them would be awkward. I mean that's something we like to do in the bedroom and putting it into a different context as form of discipline for our children just rubbed me the wrong way.
He actually laughed when I told them that once they are old enough we would provide them with things like cell phones and I-pads or game consoles, because taking those away is an effective punishment. He laughed about it, but I remember all too well how one summer when I was sixteen my Dad caught me stumbling into the house and nearly crawling up the stairs, after Mia, Kate and I had gotten our hands on a bottle of Carrick's finest whisky. I was not only grounded for three weeks, but he also took my phone, laptop and computer away. I was so upset that I never even thought about doing something like that again. So, this will definitely be something that I am going to do too.
Last week, my Dad came over to watch a football game with Christian and somehow the topic came up. I was surprised to find out that before me he had used spanking as a form of punishment. I can't even remember it, but apparently when I was about three years old I had done something naughty and my Dad took me up to my room to spank me. He told us that the moment I was across his lap, I started to sob and begged him not to hit me. I was crying so hard I was hiccupping and he just couldn't do it. That was the day the silent chair in the hallway was set up. Man, did I hate that thing, but Christian and my Dad had a good laugh when my Dad told him how one day my parents walked up the stairs to wake me from my nap and found me sitting on the chair with tears rolling down my face. I was about five and neither of them had put me on the chair, so they'd asked me what I was doing on the chair and I told them that instead of taking a nap I had snuck into Cooper's room to play with his favorite toy car and I had broken it. So, I decided to sit on the chair, as I was sure that I would have to sit there anyway. Apparently, by the time they had found me I was already sitting there for nearly forty-five minutes, but they still had me take money out of my piggy bank to buy a new toy car for Cooper. I tried to talk them out of it by offering to sit on the chair some more, but of course they didn't take the offer, though my Dad admitted that out of all his kids, punishing me was the hardest, because according to him I was just so darn cute.
"Baby, we need to leave if we want to be at Dr. Greene's in time." Christian says as he strolls into our walk in closet.
"I'm almost ready, I just don't know what to do with my hair, maybe I'll just cut it." I mutter and his face falls.
"No baby, please don't do that, I love your hair, here let me." He says and points to the small bench in the center of the closet. I sit down and he stands behind me and quickly puts my hair into a beautiful braid that falls over my left shoulder.
"Thank you." I get up and kiss him before I slip some brown flats on and follow him outside where Taylor and Sawyer are waiting with their SUV's.
"Sorry, but I have to go to office after our appointment, baby. Some trouble with a deal in Russia I am trying to get done."
"Do you need to go to Russia?" I ask as we get into the car and he avoids looking at me.
"Christian?"
"It would be a hell of a lot easier if I would just go to Russia, but the negotiations could take up to a week or two and I don't want to leave you alone for that long, not while you are pregnant."
"Okay, tell me when I come with you."
"Baby, I don't want you to fly for such a long distance." He says and I roll my eyes.
"Christian, I'm twenty weeks pregnant; according to all the books I have read now is the safest time for me to travel by plane. If you don't want to leave me here, I get it, but you have to go so I'm coming with you."
"Are you sure, because I will call Andrea to arrange everything for us to leave on Monday, if you feel up to it."
"Yes, I am sure."
"Good, thank you, baby. I'll make sure that I have some time to show you Moscow."
A little later we are at Dr. Greene's office and her nurse Julia has checked my blood pressure, measured my belly and much to my dismay had me step onto the scale. Ugh, I have gained another 5 pounds in the last four weeks. That makes a total of 12 pounds so far. Christian loves how my butt has gotten bigger, he doesn't say it out loud, but he is constantly grabbing it, so that gives him away. I have to say, I like how my boobs have gotten bigger so far, though I'm a little afraid that after nursing the baby for at least six months they will look like an inflated balloons.
I guess I'll just worry about that when the time comes, for now I really want to find out if we are having a girl or a boy. I can't really say why, but I feel like I'm having a boy. I don't know why I feel that it is a boy, but my Mom has told me that she too, had those feelings in each pregnancy and always ended up being right. Besides, it would be nice to have a little boy, as Mia is having a little girl, so we would have a little boy and a little girl as new additions to our family.
"Shit, I'm so nervous." Christian whispers into my ear when Dr. Greene puts the gel onto my belly. He is sitting on a stool by my head and is holding my hand in a death grip.
"Me too." I admit and smile up at him. We watch in awe when Dr. Greene puts the probe to my belly and moves it around to measure the baby and then she stops the picture.
"Well, I think this makes it official; congratulations, you are having a little boy!" She points to his little legs that are wide open and yup, that's definitively a boy. I can't help it I am laughing and crying at the same time and when I look up at Christian, he has tears rolling down his face too.
"That's our son." I half laugh, half cry and he leans in to kiss me.
"Yes, our son, Mrs. Grey. Wow, it's a boy... thank god." He says and even Dr. Greene has to laugh.
"Looks like now you can finally put the Seahawks onesie you've been hiding in your closet for weeks into the nursery." I say and stroke his cheeks, while brushing his tears away with my thumb.
"That I will do. This is going to be great, Ana and we can always try for a girl next." He says and I giggle.
"Let's take this one baby at the time, Mr. Grey."
Forty-five minutes later Sawyer pulls up at Cooper's and he follows me inside where my brother is already waiting for us.
"Hey sis, where is Christian?"
"He had to work, so he went to Grey House after our appointment. Is Mia ready?" I ask and the look on his face says it all.
"You want to talk?" I ask and we sit down in the kitchen.
"So, how are things going?"
"I don't know, I love her like crazy, but she is driving me insane, Ana. Before we lived together, I didn't really care that her room was always a mess, but actually living in this mess, it drives me insane and she doesn't even care. She thinks I am the one who is making a problem out of everything. I mean, not even our little sister who is chaos personified ever made such a fuss about doing what needs to be done. Right now, I feel like I'm living with a bratty five year old and if she wasn't highly pregnant, I would have put her across my knee and spanked the shit out of her months ago."
"Well, she won't be pregnant much longer..."
"Yeah right, she would leave me and Christian and Elliot would beat me to a pulp."
"Cooper, believe me, they wouldn't do that, after talking to her and hearing her petulant answers, Christian and Elliot are reading to give her a good spanking themselves. Who knows, maybe it helps. If she behaves like a child, treat her like one. If she wants you to treat her like an adult, than she has to shape up first. But something has to happen, because I know you and you don't want to be the only grown up in your relationship."
He rubs his forehead, which is something he always does when he feels stressed out and nods. "I guess you are right, I just don't get how she can think that everyone else is wrong."
"It's always easier to put the blame on someone else."
"Saves you from seeing your own faults and flaws, right?" He chuckles and I nod.
"Hey Ana!" I turn around and find Mia wobbling towards the kitchen. Boy, she is scarily pregnant.
"Hi Mia, ready to go?"
"Yes, but we need to hurry, little Miss Steele in here is lying on my bladder I have to pee like every five minutes.
"Tell me about it, little Mister Grey in here uses mine as punching bag." I giggle and both of them stare at me.
"Wait! It's a boy?" Cooper asks.
"Yup, Dr. Greene just confirmed it. Christian and I are having a little boy."
"Wow, that's great. I'm so happy for you." Cooper says and gets up to hug me. Mia wants to hug me next and we both start to laugh, because it's nearly impossible with our bellies in the way.
"Well ladies, I have to catch a plane." Cooper says and I watch him as he says goodbye to Mia. He really loves her and I know that she loves him; I just hope she loves him enough to finally grow up.
Back at my place, we spend the afternoon inside because it has started to rain and around six Mia and I nearly jump out of our skin when the rain turns into a full-blown storm.
"Oh my god, I need to call Christian." I mutter and grab my phone.
"Hi baby, everything alright at home?"
"Yes, are you home soon; I'm worried with you being out there."
"I'll be home soon, we are only five..." I don't hear the end of what he has said when I hear the loudest bang ever and both Mia and I scream.
"Ana? Ana! What the fuck happened?" Christian yells into the phone.
"I... I don't know. There was this really loud banging noise." I explain and Ryan comes into the room.
"What happened Ryan?"
"A lightning has hit one of the trees in the driveway, Ma'am, it's split in half."
"What? Is there fire?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Please, send someone over to Gail's. She is alone with the kids."
"Bring them to the big house, Ryan, it's safer." Christian's voice comes through the speaker and I hand Ryan my phone so he can talk to Christian.
"Everything alright, Mia? You look pale?"
"I... I think I have just ruined your couch, Ana." She stutters.
"Wait, have you peed yourself?" I ask, but something tells me that we are in trouble here.
"No, my water broke... Ana I'm scared. How am I going to get to the hospital now?" She asks her voice laced in panic and just looking outside through the windows tells me that there is no way we will be able to drive her anywhere until the storm is over.
"It's going to be alright, Mia. Do you think you can make it up the stairs?"
"Yes, why?"
"We need to get you out of these wet clothes." I try to sound as calm and collected as possible, but inside I'm completely freaked out. Still, I help Mia up into the master bedroom, where I help her dry herself and to put a maxi dress on, which I already bought for when I eight or nine months along.
"Ana?" I hear Christian's voice and leave Mia who is trying to call Cooper for a moment in the bedroom.
"Hey, everything alright?"
"No, Mia's water broke about five minutes ago."
"WHAT?"
"Shhh! Not so loud, Christian. She is really scared and there is no way that we can drive her safely to the hospital while this storm is going on outside."
"There is no way to get her into town or get an ambulance here period. Right after Taylor and I crossed the bridge it was shut down by the police."
I stare at him and we both try to come up with a plan. "Ana! Oh my god, it hurts ... it hurts." She cries out and we both hurry back into bedroom where Mia is still sitting on the edge of the bed and clearly in a lot of pain.
"Check the time." I tell Christian and sit down next to Mia to rub her back and hold her hand.
"It's okay, take deep even breaths and don't fight the pain, think about it, every contraction brings you one step closer to holding your beautiful girl."
"Not here... I can't have her here ... I want to go to the hospital." She sobs and I feel terrible when I have to explain to her that as long as the storm doesn't end there is no way for us to get her there.
"Fuck Ana, she is only three minutes between her contractions, how the fuck can this be happening so fast?" Christian looks so freaked out I'm afraid he is going to pass out.
"Christian, go call your Mom and get Gail to come up here. Then I need you to bring me some clean towels, scissors, hand sanitizer and the snot sucker that we have in the nursery. Oh and ask Lauren to give you some clips."
"Clips?"
"Yes, I need them for the umbilical cord later." I explain and he hurries out of the room. As long as I can keep him busy, we will get through this.
"Ana, I'm so scared and Cooper will be so upset that he missed the birth. I'm not sure I can do this alone."
"You are not alone, I promise I won't go anywhere and if your brother doesn't faint he will be here too."
"You have to make sure that he doesn't look at my lady parts." She pants through another contraction and I hold her hand so she can squeeze mine.
After what feels like ages Christian returns with Gail and thank the lord for Gail, because she takes the lead immediately.
"Oh my, looks like your little girl wants to come out quick, Mia, but don't you worry, we will all help you through this." She says and asks me to get a cold washcloth for Mia, while Grace is giving her instruction on the phone to check if she can already see the head.
When I return Christian has his laptop on the bed and I can see that he has Cooper on Skype who is talking to Mia. I get on the bed and wipe her face and neck with the washcloth.
Thirty minutes later Mia is ready to push, but lord help us all, she is so stubborn, that even though everyone in the room can see that she feels the need to do just that she refuses to do it, stubbornly wanting to go to the hospital. Gail and I are trying to convince her to just push, but Christian has had enough.
"Mia, now you listen to me, enough of your fucking attitude, your daughter wants to get out and she can't fucking do it on her own. I know this is not what you wanted and I am sorry this happened, but I can't make this fucking storm go away. But I won't allow you to harm your child by stubbornly refusing to do what needs to be done. Now pull yourself together and push or so help me I will find away to get her out myself!" He all but shouts at her and Mia looks at him absolutely horrified, but it seems to work, because with the next contraction she starts to push.
"Mia your little girl has lots of hair." Gail announces while kneeling between Mia's legs.
"I don't care... get her out... oh my god ... it burns so bad... "She screams and both Christian and I grimace and wince she is squeezing our hands so hard, but five more contractions and Mia's daughter is born. For a moment, there is absolute silence in the room and then it is filled with the most beautiful cries of Mia's tiny baby girl.
Gail quickly cuts the cord like Grace tells her to do it and wraps the little girl into a soft white towel before she places her in Mia's arms.
Everyone in the room is crying and Mia is sobbing and laughing at the same time while she is gazing at her daughter.
"Oh my god, Cooper, she is perfect, just absolutely perfect." Mia sobs to Cooper who is still on Skype with us.
"I bet she is, Princess, are you alright?"
"Yes, actually, it wasn't that bad, piece of cake." Mia says and Christian and I stare at each other not quite believing that this is the same woman who just minutes ago screamed at the top of her lungs for someone to just kill her.
They continue to talk for a couple of minutes and then Christian takes our niece, so Mia can deliver the placenta and just when it's done. There is a knock at the door.
"Yes?" I call out.
"Mrs. Grey, the storm has calmed down enough for the ambulance to come through; they will be here in about 15 minutes." Taylor calls out from outside the bedroom.
"Thank you, Taylor." I shout back and when they arrive and Mia is on the stretcher with her little girl in her arms she asks the paramedics to wait for a second.
"I just wanted the two you to be the first to know her name. Cooper and I have been discussing names for months until we found the perfect one. So, please meet Miss Christiana Grace Steele, Tia for short." Mia says proudly leaving Christian and I both surprised and shocked behind as the paramedics carry her out of the house, but then Christian makes me laugh.
"Well, now it's official, I am her favorite brother." He says proudly and I snort with laughter. As if Mia had ever made it a big secret that Christian is her favorite brother, but of course, he loves to hear it. I for one just hope that little Tia Steele will by some miracle take after Grace or Elliot temper wise, because otherwise this little girl is going to give us all a run for our money...
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