Of course as you know I do not own I am just merely borrowing the characters to use and abuse as I please!
Waking up with Christian on a Saturday morning has been as pleasurable as ever. Now as I soak in the bath and my husband is in his study hard at work I finally feel content again. Christian is in a much better mood this morning.
Last night at dinner we were both quiet. It didn't help that other dinners kept looking over to us and I'm not surprised with our slightly dishevelled appearance, my bright red puffy eyes, it was particularly hard to ignore the hushed whispers that ended with us leaving after the main course. Then we got into bed without a word and snuggled up tight, neither one of us sleeping but neither one of us talking either until finally we both drifted off to sleep.
"Baby…" Christian's voice hits my ears. I open my eyes in time to see him walking into the bathroom looking almost apologetic.
"What is it?" I ask already in a panic.
"I have to go to London."
"When?" I ask my heartbeat not slowing down for a moment.
"I'm going to fly out tomorrow, I need to know if you want to come with me before I book the tickets." I can see his anxiety on his face, he doesn't like the idea of having to book seats and not just set up his jet.
"I can't Christian, I have to work." I say quietly not wanting to start another argument but Christian seems too pre-occupied to care that I'm not going because I want to work. "How long will you be gone?"
"A week."
I feel sick, a whole week without my husband by my side is going to be near torture.
"Ok." I nod not wanting to show I'm upset. "Why do you have to go?"
"They've found something to do with the jet down there, we're going to compare the damage and see what we have, I want to see their evidence for myself and be there when they do the comparisons."
"That's understandable." I say hoping he'll see that I truly do understand what he's saying.
"I don't want to leave you."
"I know." I reply solemnly, I don't want him to go either but this is our life and we have to just get on with it.
"Will you be ok while I'm gone?" He asks grabbing the shampoo.
"I'll be fine, Mia wants to meet up and I'll arrange something with Kate too, maybe have them over."
"I want you to be careful and stick with Sawyer."
"Do you trust me not to call him every hour for updates?" I ask my voice strong and warning.
"Yes." He sighs. "Since this whole thing with the jet Ana I've seen that I have to trust you or I'll drive both of us mad, just take Sawyer with you. Let him be around when you're in work and have him nearby whenever you go out."
"I will." I reply knowing my husband's need to have me safe.
"I'll call you and email you every day but the time zones…"
"I know." I sigh, I get it and I need him to know that I do.
"I'm taking Taylor."
"I guessed." I smile as he begins massaging the shampoo into my hair.
"Mrs Jones will be here to look after you, remember she'll be missing Taylor too so be gentle on her…"
"It will be nice to have someone here who is going through the same thing I guess." I reply with a shrug to busy enjoying the feel of his fingers through my hair.
"Oh and have you seen today's papers yet?" He asks still massaging the shampoo into my scalp.
"Nope." I reply, I know they're just on Stephan's funeral and I don't want to subject myself into re-living that.
"There's one article in the Express about you."
"About me?" I quirk my eyebrow in complete confusion.
"They seem to think you're a natural with kids. It's a picture of you and Tyler, you both seem quite happy considering…" He lets his voice trail off and I say nothing.
"I mean what I said you know." I whisper and I feel his hands come to a stop in my hair.
"I know." He replies. "But we have time, let's just wait and see and decide when we have to."
"Ok." I nod knowing that he's right.
I let him wash the shampoo out of my hair before he kisses me and leaves me alone to finish washing and get out. I can't help but wonder if he's changed his mind about the baby thing. I know we'll never really be ready till it happens. We'll both have our fears and uncertainties and it will continue till however many children we have go to college and probably even then we'll wonder if we did a good enough job.
I'm still not certain I'm ready to be a Mom but I know I want to be one. The want is there even if the fear is too. At least I have just over two months before I'm due for my next shot which means I won't get pregnant in the meantime. It also means we have enough time to do a lot of things beforehand, including moving into our new home.
Now I have to come to terms with the fact that my husband is disappearing to London for a week, and I know the only way I'm possibly going to get through it is if I keep busy. I guess I could easily start some Christmas shopping for the family, focus on work is a definite must with making sure Clarisse settle down into her role and give myself more le-way to be Creative Head which is more me than sitting behind the desk completely running the place.
My BlackBerry pings and I'm quick to check my emails. I don't know why Christian has bothered sending me an email instead of just waiting for me to get out of the bath but I read it any way.
To: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Playtime
From: Christian Grey
I've just realised we won't have much time to play when I leave for London. Want to make do with the time we have left? ;)
Christian Grey
Needy CEO, Grey's Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Seems like my Christian is back and I can't help but be happy and smile at the screen of my phone as I tap out a reply.
To: Christian Grey
Subject: Slippery when wet
From: Anastasia Grey
Still in the bath at this moment Sir. How long do I have?
Anastasia Grey
Soaking CEO, Grey Publishing, Ltd.
I chuckle as I knock the send button before relaxing back against the tub waiting anxiously for his reply.
To: Anastasia Grey
Subject: I like it best…
From: Christian Grey
…When you're wet. Five minutes wench! ;)
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
I don't think I've ever gotten out of the bath so fast in all my life. I pull on my white fluffy bathrobe, pull the water and deposit my phone in the bedroom and slip on my panties before running for the playroom.
I manage to chuck my robe up on the hook behind the door and get into position just as the door slips open and my Christian saunters in.
"Well, well, well Ana, you really can follow orders when you want to."
I say nothing and keep my eyes firmly on the floor.
"Answer me."
"Yes Sir I can." I reply my voice thick with my excitement.
"Good girl, now then what am I to do with you?" He asks and I think it's a rhetorical question.
I sense him walking around me, his piercing eyes on me completely and I breathe heavily. I want him to do or say something and fast because just being in this room peaks my arousal.
"Well Ana? What do you think I should do to you?"
"I don't know Sir." I answer my voice squeaking slightly.
"You don't know? Well have you been bad this week? Have you been naughty?"
Oh man his words have an instant line to my sex and I know I'm getting more turned on by the second.
"No Sir." I say quietly, I don't think I've committed anything spank-worthy this week.
He moves my dripping wet hair from my shoulder so it hangs limply and sticky against my back.
"I think you have." He whispers in my ear, his hot breath a complete contrast to my cold wet hair making me shiver with excitement and anticipation. "First though, I want to dry this hair." He says and suddenly I feel him grip all my hair and pull my head up.
My knees begin to ache after a while and Christian is quiet as he slowly dries my hair with the hand towel he must have bought up with him. Having him drying my hair feels too intimate for this room. I like keeping the intimacy in the bedroom and the more extreme erotica here in the playroom. I mean, I don't mind actually I enjoy it when he ties me to our bed or spanks me in our bedroom but I prefer the more erotic stuff to be confided to this room.
"I want to try some new things with you Ana. I've been spending and you can say no if you want to obviously but I'd like you to consider this." He says putting the towel down beside me.
"Ok Sir."
"No Ana, I need you to just be my wife for a minute." He says giving me his hands so I can stand.
He leads me to a more clear part of the room and reaches up. My insides backflip in fear, I think he's considering suspension and it is definitely something in my hard limits and it isn't going to change any time soon.
There are two, black, thick, harness type ropes hanging down from a metal hanger attached to a very large spring. Between the two ropes is a black thin cushion type thing that Christian runs his hands over.
"This is a sex swing." He says matter-of-factly. "I have additional pieces like this that can be added and remove as we wish." He says signalling the cushion. "As you can see if you sit on it your feet touch the floor just as they would on a real swing." I watch as he sits down and holds around the rope.
"Does it swing?" I ask shyly.
"Yes Ana." He laughs softly and kicks off gently from the ground. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with and if we do this I won't tie your arms or legs up in any way unless you want it to happen."
"Ok." I nod as he stands up again and runs his hands through his hair.
"So what do you think?" He asks and I can see that he looks uncertain.
"Can I sit on it a minute?" I ask awkwardly and he smiles just as awkward back before nodding.
"It will hold both of our body weight no problem." He adds.
"What exactly do you use it for?" I ask as I push off the ground so I swing back and forth softly.
"All sorts of things. If I add the other pieces it can hold your ankles, behind and shoulders and be like a really strange hammock for both of us or if I attach a different piece it can be for me to sit and you on top or you can lay on your stomach on it, hands on the floor and I can hold the ropes and take you from behind. There are endless possibilities." He explains and I nod and try not to squirm with excitement as I consider all of the 'endless possibilities'. "So do you want to try it?"
"Yes." I reply with no hesitation.
Christian breaks out in a wide hundred mega-watt smile and I can't help but grin back.
"I don't want to be your Dom for this right now Ana." He adds softly. "I want us to experience this together."
"Have you ever used one?"
"Not like this, the things you can do with this I have done them with various implements but they were all more like makeshift versions of this." He explains and I just nod not wanting to know anymore. "This whole thing is adjustable and I have the instructions on how to change the different harnesses and straps but I thought I'd let you decide how you want to do it."
"Ok." I nod shakily, I don't even know what to think, I'm turned on to hell so my brain function has declined. "I'd like to be able to touch the floor for now." I say my voice quiet.
"Well ok, how about we start with a serious spanking Mrs Grey then I'll take you from behind, your hands will be on the floor the entire time." He says stepping towards me and running his nose up and down my neck.
"Ok." I manage to squeak.
Christian takes me by the hand and places me in the swing. The cushioned section is firmly against my abdomen, my hands on the floor and my legs hanging freely over the back. Christian instantly runs his hand up and down my back before starting to knead my behind.
"Ana,, if you want to stop just say stop ok?" He says.
I don't get the chance to answer before he delivers the first blow.
"Ok." I gasp out as he begins to work his fingers into me.
"There's something else I'm going to try with you too Ana, but just say no and I'll stop ok?"
"Ok." I reply just before the second blow hits me.
This continues twenty times and by the time he peels my panties from me I know that my behind is bright pink and my core is hot and dripping wet.
I feel him walking to me and so I lift my head to meet him.
"You will be able to change your mind half way through if you want."
I am extremely nervous about what he's going to do, I have no idea at all and it scares me but the look of utter love and contentment on his face relaxes me some.
"Ok." I frown.
"Open your mouth." He says and I quickly oblige. "Wider."
I open my mouth wide and he shows me my panties in his hand. I frown as he begins to put them into my mouth but say nothing and let him explain everything to me before I freak out, I clearly said that gagging was a hard limit too and of course I can taste the saltiness of my arousal on them and I'm pleased they were clean from when I got out of the bath.
"Spit them out." He says to me.
It takes me three pushes of my tongue and throat for the panties to come out of my mouth and my face is already covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"I want you to have these in your mouth when I fuck you." He says seductively. "You can say no, but I've proven to you that you can spit them out if you need to."
"Ok." I reply and I flash him a reassuring smile, my panties and a ball gag are two completely different things, the panties, surprisingly, I'm comfortable with.
"Well open wide then Ana." He says and I am quick to react as I see the enjoyment on his face.
Once my panties are in my mouth he walks around me again. This time he leans over me, grasps my hair and pulls my head up and he quickly braids my hair securing it with an elastic I'm now convinced he keeps in the pocket of his playroom jeans. He then begins to run his fingers up and down my back and my behind. It sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me. He follows the same path with his nose and so I close my eyes and feel the sensations as it's difficult to see him from my position. After he's done with his nose he begins to kiss me up and down the same path until he finish at my behind instead of stopping like every other time he continues down to the back of my knees and then up again. Before I even realise his feet are right by my face and the next thing I know he kisses my wet core.
"You're so wet Ana." He mumbles before poking his tongue at my clitoris.
I groan throatily but I don't know if they noise quite makes it through the lace embedded in my mouth. I want to lick and bite at his toes but with my mouth gagged it's impossible and instead I just give in to feeling the pleasure Christian is giving by assaulting me with his mouth.
All too soon he pulls back and I'm left feeling frustrated. That's until I feel the swing move back and at first I panic but then I feel him slam hard into me. I scream through the panties but it's a scream of shock mixed with pleasure and not pain. Christian doesn't move for a moment. I think he's waiting to see if I make any movements to say I'm not ok but when I don't he begins to rock me backwards and forwards.
I glance behind me and see he's holding on the harness, one hand on each, and is leaning back on his heels as I move away from him before coming upright as he pulls me back to him. I once again give into the pleasure and moan deeply. As he builds us both towards our climaxes I feel him begin to speed up, his thrusts harder and faster and I know I'm close but I have no way to tell him.
"That's right! Come for me Ana." He says as my insides clench around him.
I scream long and hard into the lace as he continues his merciless assault, my climax already overtaking my body my hands pushing me up from the ground as much as I possibly can but the strength is slowly leaving me and I begin to come down, there is a mixture of relief in with the pleasure of feeling Christian's seed spurting inside of me and hearing the echoing call of my name.
He lets me down gently and removes himself from me before cupping his hands around my chest to pull me up. Once he's happy that I'm standing he removes my panties from my mouth with a very satisfied grin.
"You ok?" He asks running a hand up and down my bicep.
"Did you speak to Claude?" I ask breathlessly and he laughs a full belly laugh at my question.
"You really need those sessions then." He smirks.
"I hope to be in much better shape for you when you arrive from London next week. I'm sure this thing can cause me to have to perform gymnastics." I say pushing the swing away so it rocks empty beside us.
"Good point Mrs Grey." He laughs. "I'll email you the details Claude sent me." He adds.
"Good, now Mr Grey I'm hungry."
