Fifty Shades of Secrets

Chapter 37: Fifty Shades of Insatiable

Anastasia Steele,

The drive home seemed to last an eternity. Even when we decided to ditch the wedding to enjoy our night alone, we couldn't bolt and fuck in the parking lot like I'd secretly hoped.

Instead, we spent a half hour saying goodbye. The wedding party, still caught up in the end of the reception, was easy to bid farewell to. Christian's lingering family members were harder as many were still confused about Teddy. The Kavanaughs were eager to say hello but goodbye. Most hadn't seen me in years, and as much as I loved Kate's friendly aunt, I hated dragging out our departure.

Then, as if all of Seattle knew that I was about to go home and have sex with my boyfriend after weeks of celibacy, traffic jammed the Saturday night streets.

Naturally, Christian found my behavior amusing and enjoyed torturing me. At every stop light, he found some way to make me want him more. The tiniest kiss here, the sharpest bite there, and the gentle tug of my bodice. For the second time tonight, my dress was a prison, and I was more than happy to strip in unusual locations.

When the car finally came to a complete stop in the Escala parking garage, I couldn't help but tug on his belt from impatience.

"Steady, girl," Christian smirked, pushing my hand away as he turned off the engine and removed his key. I slumped in my seat, disappointed with his refusal. I was impressed and infuriated by his self-restraint, and I wondered how much of his restraint was aimed at getting even for me not accepting his proposal.

Christian rounded the car and opened my door, and when he offered his hand to me, I nearly glared. Delayed gratification- while initially sexy- was not what I had in mind when I thought about how to make up for our extended celibacy. I expected more ripped clothing, desperate fucking, and intense orgasms. Instead, I was being taunted.

"Remind me to do this to you one day," I murmured, slipping back into my high heels to walk through the garage.

"Oh, but aren't you already?" Christian smirked, and this time, I did at him as we walked to the elevator.

Several people joined us in the elevator, abuzz with Saturday excitement. They were either fresh from a party or on their way to another one, and they were so young and trendy that I felt old in comparison. As I eyed their ironic leather jackets and excessively high heels, I wondered how many of them were older than me but still far cooler than me, and this was enough to get my mind off Christian's denial. But it didn't last very long. The lanky blonde in the corner eyed Christian, briefly taking her eyes off him to observe my bridesmaid dress with a condescending smirk. I both squirmed and seethed under her stare, so to shut it down, I leaned into Christian and kissed his shoulder. Placing his hand on my hip, he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head.

"You're quite the jealous thing, Anastasia," Christian smirked into my hair, not falling for my casual demeanor.

"See what not having car sex will do to someone," I retorted, and Christian hid his laugh in my shoulder, tightening his grip on my hip.

"The insatiable Miss Steele," Christian's hand shifted to rest on my ass, though I doubted he could feel a thing through the excessive tulle.

"In fairness, I'd be a lot more sated if you'd given me what I wanted," I mumbled, and Christian laughed even harder. While he found my frustration humorous, I sure as hell didn't.

"Maybe we should just go to bed. You look very tired," Christian whispered, keeping his voice contained from the crowded elevator.

"I swear to God, Christian Grey-"

I was cut off by the elevator's first stop on the fifth floor, and the lanky blonde left the elevator with a flip of her hair. More passengers boarded, meaning the elevator was so full that I had no choice but lean deeply into Christian's arms. He took advantage of our proximity and started to pull on the corset of my dress, twisting the ribbon around his finger to pull me closer and closer.

"You're terrible," I murmured, smiling to myself as he showered me with unexpected affection. A few people had started to watch the PDA, but I didn't really care. Christian smiled into my skin, and a giddy rush of emotions forced a giggle from my lips, causing a girl on the edge of the elevator to look at us to cover her heart in adoration.

Another stop freed up more space in the elevator, and if I'd wanted to, I could have stepped away and shelter myself from my boyfriend's relentless teasing. After yet another stop, the elevator was empty, but I didn't move. Instead, I squirmed closer and stifled my gasp as he pulled at the corset, releasing the ribbon from its responsibilities. Once again, my dress was being held up my Christian's grip and my tenacity, and my cheeks flushed.

"Is it possible for this dress to ever stay on my body?" I looked over my shoulder at Christian who shook his head. I glanced up at the security cameras, wondering how much trouble we would get in if we stopped the elevator and made up for the lack of car sex. Considering Christian's influence, I'm sure we could have a tape deleted…

Before I could decide whether or not to press the emergency button and stall the elevator, Christian's hands shifted to my hips, and he pushed me against the cold, elevator wall. His kiss drowned out my gasp, and my fingers tangled in his hair. I was struck by how much I wanted this person- a person I'd had sex with less than two hours ago. I loved him so much that it almost started to hurt.

"Not gonna say you wanna screw the paperwork?" I whispered against his mouth, nipping at his lower lip.

"I'd rather screw you, Miss Steele," he didn't miss a beat, expertly undressing me and working his way through the excessive tulle. When the elevator opened on our floor, Christian smirked into my lips, "Looks like you're not getting elevator sex either."

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at his condescending smirk, and in revenge, I gripped onto his tie and pulled him out of the elevator into the landing of his apartment. Christian quickly regained control, gripping my waist and pushing me up against the side wall. He tugged off his tie and dropped it haphazardly to the stone floor. Eagerly, I pulled off his jacket and began the process of unbuttoning his shirt as his lips ran along my neck.

"Where is everyone?" I murmured, melting into his body as goosebumps prickled at my skin.

"Out," Christian responded quickly, focusing his attention on the removal of my dress. It pooled at my feet, and I had never been so relieved to have already discarded my underwear. Christian gave me the space to step out of my dress, but I couldn't bear to be far away from him than any longer than that.

Using his belt to pull him closer, I was consumed with how much I wanted him. Just having him a few inches away was too much, and I was desperate just to feel his skin against mine. Now with his belt in my hand, I pulled it off without hesitation and circled my arms around his neck.

"Why am I always naked before you?" I whined, noting I was far less clothed than he, and Christian laughed into my skin, not missing a beat as he unhooked my strapless bra. When it fell to the floor, I was completely naked with the exception of my high heels.

"Patience," another one-word response from Christian.

But I wasn't patient, so I unbuttoned the remaining constraints of his shirt and pushed it off of him. Our clothes formed an eager pile in front of the elevator, and carefully helping me out of the pooled tulle, Christian lead me towards the living room.

"Promise me," Christian began, picking me up by the waist and wrapping my legs around him, "You'll say if you're in pain."

"I promise," I assured him, touched by his request.

"And use the safeword," he pushed, recognizing that my track record was less than ideal with safewords.

"I promise to use the safewords, yellow and red, accordingly," I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pushing myself further into him, and I relished in the noise he made, "Now take me to bed."

"No."

I nearly fell from shock, so Christian had to place a stabilizing hand on my lower back. What the fuck? After hours and hours of teasing- including stripping me down- he really wasn't going to do this? I was practically steamed with irritation and disappointment, and that was when Christian plopped me down on the piano.

I jumped at the cool touch of the instrument, eyes widening in confusion. Was he dropping me on the piano to be a dick or…? Luckily, Christian didn't give me very long to overanalyze his actions because I quickly got an answer.

Christian's lips pressed against my collarbones so gently that every tiny touch intensified, and his fingertips traced the curves of my silhouette, settling on the outer thighs and gripping into my skin. All the while, his kiss gently moved farther south. By now, he knew every tender spot from my injuries and expertly avoided them so that my only sensation was pleasure.

When his mouth met my hips, he pulled me closer to the edge of the piano, and he pushed my thighs further apart. Running my fingers through his copper curls, I playfully whispered, "That's not fair… you didn't let me taste you."

Christian's eyes met mine, lively and full of want. I expected a witty comeback, but instead, his tongue ran the length of my sex and nearly made my eyes cross. I closed my eyes, instinctively pushing myself closer to him, and I could feel Christian's smirk. This time, his tongue was far more inquisitive, testing every spot for a reaction. Every time he found a sweet spot, he stopped and focused on it, and he worked his way up to the clit. When his lips wrapped around it, my back arched as I breathed, "Oh my God."

Christian moved his hand from my thighs, now trusting me to keep them open, and rested it on my abdomen. He pushed me down so that he could see my face and fully evaluate my feedback. He abruptly pulled his tongue away from my clit, eliciting a gasp from me. He started over again, returning to each sweet spot and taking his time to get to my clit, but when he did, the sensation only elevated.

In the silent apartment, every noise I made was clearer, and Christian loved every single one. He stayed longer at my clit this time, pulling out every trick until I was nearly quivering. There were very few things I liked more than his cock, but his tongue was definitely on the list.

When Cristian suddenly pulled away, my expression shifted to outrage, and Christian actually laughed at me.

"I love you," he whispered, placing his hands on my lower back and pulling me up to kiss him. I was like putty in his hands, willing to bend into any position at the snap of his fingers.

"I love you, too," I murmured, "But I also like orgasms."

He laughed even harder, and if insisted on teasing me, I took advantage of the moment and finally stripped him down. Just to make sure he didn't tease me any further, I threw his belt across the room, but once his pants were off, I wished he'd been like me and skipped underwear after the wedding.

After what felt like an eternity, I had a very naked Christian Grey all to myself, and I really enjoyed it. Christian's lips didn't stray from mine, his hand cupping my sex to make me whimper. I was just one touch from imploding, and he had complete control of when I got that touch.

Moving his hands back to my thighs, he guided my legs to wrap around his waist, and I used our new proximity to push my chest against his. He squeezed my thighs as he nipped at my lower lip, and then he finally guided his cock along my entrance as I waited with baited breath to feel his entire length. Slowly, he entered me and let me savor every inch. He fit perfectly inside…

The first thrust made me gasp. The second made me moan.

Christian staggered his pace, giving me moments of earth-shattering speed and then lazy thrusts that made me crave him more. My nails dug into shoulder within the safe zone, leaving indentions as I fought the urge to groan at every little thing he did. He took me closer every time and then brought me back down when he knew I was close, making me even more impatient and far more desperate.

"Christian," I purred, too lost in the pleasure to articulate my plea for an orgasm.

"Say it."

"Say what?" I looked up at him, his stormy eyes distorted through my eyelashes.

"Please," Christian replied, purposefully making his pace as slow as possible as he made his request.

I brushed my lips across his jaw, roaming at his skin before landing on his lips and fervently whispering, "please."

And that was it. I was practically gone the moment I begged. Christian's hands rested on my ass, partially for stability and partially because he just wanted to squeeze my ass. His unpredictable thrusts morphed into perfection, hitting all the right spot at just the right time. My body tensed as the pleasure built up, and selfishly, I held on even more to enjoy it. Christian's muscles rippled under his skin with the force of containing his own orgasm, and if I could have lasted any longer, I would have made him wait just like he made me.

Fuck.

My orgasm knocked the wind out of me, leaving me breathless as the pleasure consumed my body. My skin burned with the intensity, and my back arched, incidentally pushing me further into Christian. The rest of the world went hazy, everything replaced by a golden glow. Witnessing Christian's orgasm only made it that much better, keeping my heart racing as I gripped on tighter to him.

When the ecstasy subsided, my sleepy eyelids blinked open and took in the sight as if for the first time. I bit my lower lip only for it to be wrestled out by Christian's kiss. When my jelly legs finally regained their strength, Christian stepped away and pulled out of me. He offered his hand and carefully lowered me to the ground, and his arm looped around my waist for extra steadiness.

"Do you not trust me to walk?" I teased, stepping out of my high heels as we moved towards the stairs. Right now, I could only think about the king-size bed waiting for me.

"After that, no, I do not," Christian kissed the crown of my head, protectively guiding me up the stairs.

"You still didn't let me taste you," I cut my eyes over to him, but he stifled his smirk and kept walking. I was ready to jump into bed and sleep for days, but when we reached our room, I was stunned into alertness, "Are those… roses?"

The entire bedroom was covered in them, turning this part of Escala into a greenhouse. He really got me flowers… Hearts and flowers. Christian Grey got me hearts and flowers, and my heart swelled so that it could hardly fit in my chest.

"If you'd been less impatient, you could have seen them earlier," Christian laughed sheepishly, knowing that it was his impatience that lead to sex on the piano, "I might have gone overboard."

I shook my head in response, leaning down to smell the fresh roses, and I bit my lip as I reminded Christian, "We're pretty new to the hearts and flowers, but I'm pretty sure that there are rewards for grand romantic gestures."

"Rewards?" Christian repeated, and I nodded my head.

And just like that, our night got a bit longer…

Christian Grey,

The sun poured through the master bedroom windows, bypassing the drapes we'd haphazardly closed the night before, and every ray revealed a new part of our night. I didn't know what time it was, but undoubtedly, we deserved to sleep late after everything we did. I idly wondered how late it had been when we finally succumbed to exhaustion, but I abandoned the thought when I looked over my shoulder at the other side of the bed.

The sheets were left in tangles, and the other side of the bed was empty. Anastasia was gone.

Fear gripped my heart, and I held my breath as I visually searched the room for some sign of her. My fears were quickly put to rest when my ears focused on distant humming and the sound of the shower running. I collapsed further into the bed after startling myself, but I was comforted by the idea of joining her.

I didn't have time to make it to the shower before the water abruptly stopped, and soon, Anastasia emerged, wrapped up in a plush towel and a sated grin on her lips. It only widened when she saw me, and a ridiculous smile consumed my face.

"You're awake," Anastasia beamed, crawling on the bed beside me despite being wet.

"You took a shower without me," I feigned a frown, but Anastasia already had a comeback.

"You tasted me first last night," Anastasia persisted.

"I've never met someone so eager to give a blowjob," I admitted, "It's a special trait."

"It's a really special cock," Ana laughed as she pressed her lips to mine in a short, sweet kiss.

I sat up in bed, happily abandoning further sleep to spend time with Ana, and she quickly shifted to sit on my lap. I didn't care that she was still wet. I just wanted to have her close.

"I honestly can't believe my workaholic is still in bed," Ana twirled her fingers through my hair, and I grinned as she called me hers, "It's ten in the morning. You've usually conquered some crisis or at least gotten irritated at a conference call by now."

"The perk of being the boss is that I can sleep in, Miss Steele," I retorted, only making her smile.

"Speaking of the boss… I just don't know if it's ethical for me to have fucked my boss three times last night," Ana somehow made the word 'fuck' adorable.

"Is it the fact you fucked him or the number three that is bothering you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Definitely the number three," she smirked.

"I can understand your dilemma. I had sex with someone who worked for me, and I even had the audacity to taste her first, something she's consistently reminded me of," I traced the curve of her spine through her towel, "I'd hope to appease my guilt by picking up my son and going to the park."

"That could definitely appease my guilt, too," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me again, and when she started to get up, I held onto the towel so that it stayed with me. She playfully stuck her tongue out as she padded naked to the closet.

As much as I wanted Anastasia to join me in the shower, she got dressed instead, and I took my shower alone. It took time to wash off our many sins from the night before, so when I emerged from the steamy shower, I was unsurprised that Anastasia had already finished dressing. She'd opened her laptop in the time I was gone and was pouring over some email. And I'm the workaholic.

I stepped behind her, running my mouth along her neck, but she remained still. Noticing that there was something wrong, I turned to look at her, and she was obviously upset.

"Ana," I whispered, moving to face her, "What's wrong?"

She remained still for a moment longer, and then as if snapping out of a trance, she looked up at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Are you okay?" I placed my hand on her wrist, squeezing it gently.

"Oh yeah," Ana lied, "Just looking at something. Are you almost ready to go?"

"Ana…" I persisted, hurt that she was concealing something from me. I gently ran my fingers through her wet hair, and she leaned into my hand.

"It's nothing…" Anastasia's resolve was weaker.

"No, it's not," I tilted her jaw to look up at me, and she caved.

"It's just… the whole… kidnapping thing. The detective said he's been unable to reach me by phone, so he emailed me, which I didn't even know they did. He needs me to call him. But he says he wants me to come back to New York, but I don't want to. I don't want to deal with any of this anymore," Anastasia's voice wavered, and I pulled her into an embrace.

Neither of us wanted to think about that day, and while I wanted those who harmed her to be crucified, I also wanted to pretend that the event didn't happen. We ran away to Seattle to avoid it, but the tragedy followed. I couldn't imagine how Anastasia felt being asked to return to New York after everything she'd been through.

"The detective wants to work with me to fill in some of the blanks. One of the women was charged, but the other's mental state is being evaluated… The police don't know if the man they talked about is real or not. They want me to come in and discuss all of my enemies," Anastasia hugged me tighter, "I don't know. I didn't have enemies until these psychotic women kidnapped me! How am I supposed to walk in with some list and tell them this?"

"I know, I know," I whispered, soothingly rubbing her back as I listened.

Understandably, she didn't want to go. She didn't want to relive her trauma and had every right to feel this way. She wanted it to stop and pretend it never happened, and honestly, I wished we could. I didn't want to see her in pain, and I didn't want to relive it either. It was the worst day of my life.

But as much as I wanted to hate the detective that brought this back to our attention, I also appreciated it. This wouldn't go away until we handled it, and hiding would only make it worse.

"Ana… you need to do it," I whispered, surprising Anastasia. She'd come to the man who promised to protect her, and he asked her to return to the fire.

"What?" Anastasia gasped, pulling away from me in horror at my suggestion.

"You need to follow through on the case, Anastasia. I don't want to relive any of it either, but we need to," I whispered, and after fuming for a moment, Anastasia hesitantly admitted that I was right. "You're not doing this alone. You don't need to hide anything from me, Ana. And you wouldn't have to go to New York alone either. I'm always going to be here. I love you."

A stray tear slid down Anastasia's cheek, and I gently wiped it away with my thumb. Looking up at me with those big blue eyes, I felt my heart grow as she told me, "I love you, too, Christian."

"How about we go pick up Theodore and have a family day? Forget about this for now," I suggested, and Anastasia slowly nodded her head.

"But you're buying us ice cream. And not the low-fat kind either, you health nut," a smile perked up at Anastasia's lips, and I laughed at my own expense.

"Fine, fatty ice cream it is."

"With sprinkles," Ana persisted.

"I thought you typically had to negotiate with toddlers, not the mothers," I added playfully.

"Just for that, I'm getting chocolate sauce, too."

This chapter has really been sitting half-written on my laptop for over a month, and during the busiest time, I finally got this together. I'm not sure I like the second half, but I am feelin the lemon. Anybody else?

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