Anger and Thiefs
We make it back twenty minutes after eight. I leave my two bags from La Perla in the room, slip my Valentino's off, and go in search of Christian. I find him on the beach with Elliot and Ethan surrounding a fire they're drinking…and squinting I note that they're roasting marshmallows. I turn back inside my stomach grumbling and head for the fridge. I am soon joined by Mia and Kate. We all work together and prepare a meal of salad and three gourmet pizza's courtesy of Mia. We all venture out to find the guys while the pizza's bake and I slide onto Christian's lap and give him a kiss careful to sit with the scratches pointing away from Christian… He pulls me in for a deeper kiss and I taste the Cristal on his lips making me want more…but I too realize we are in public. I glance around and note that everyone else is too making out so I continue on my small feast that is until Christians hand cups my neck and his entire body stiffens.
"What's wrong?" I ask quickly sitting back. Christian is squinting at my neck and I inwardly curse…but I knew this was coming. What I don't expect is what happens next…Christian grabs my arm and is jerking me toward the house where were closely followed by Kate and Mia then Eliot and Ethan. As we make it inside Christian turns and examines me again…then steps back not saying a word his arms crossed. I bite my lip and then dive into the explanation of what happened at Fendi. As I finish Christian's expression remains a dark mask.
"It was Anne Hathaway's fault Christian and I have the video to prove it." Kate says and she disappears. Christian simply glares at me and I feel like cowering because I am in so much trouble. When Kate returns and plays the video Eliot and Ethan have a riot laughing and cracking jokes.
"You were so serious Ana," they laugh. "You should have hit her back…wonder where she is right now?"
Soon, with Christian still glowering we all turn for the kitchen to save the pizza's that we nearly forgot about. I peck at my food anxiously because I know Christian's in a bad mood. He looks down at me as I sit beside him and frowns.
"Eat Ana," He says flatly.
"I had a big lunch," I lie and he frowns deeper.
"If you're referring to the pecked at salad you didn't at the Ivy…then no you did not have a big lunch." He says darkly and turns back to his plate his jaw tight as he chews. He can't stay mad at me forever…and I can't eat with all this tension. I throw my napkin down and excuse myself from the table then stalk quickly to our bedroom. I wait by the balcony knowing he'll come but twenty minutes later I am still alone my stomach grumbles in protest out of anxiety and hunger. I step onto the balcony and slide the door closed letting the wind splay across my body. Why is he so mad? I didn't do anything wrong…did I?
Suddenly, it dawns on me that perhaps the reason Christian is angry with me pertains to the fact that I didn't contact him when it happened. Of course…and God forbid he state clearly why he is so angry…he is letting me stew out of punishment which is cruel. Hmph! Well, he can stew as well! I stalk into the room furious that he is furious at me and rip into the bags from La Perla. I pull the new silk nightgown and underwear from the bag and stalk into the bathroom. I shower quickly and after drying my hair dress and admire myself in the gown. It is short falling just to the bottom of my butt cheeks. The champagne silk stops in lieu of lace just at the crests of my breasts. Roses climb their way past the sides of my breasts to along the shoulder. I suddenly don't like the gown as much…I purchased it for Christian knowing he loves it when I wear silk…it just seems pointless now. I grab my iPad and fling myself across the bed begin to read the many stories of James Thurber.
Just after ten the door opens behind me and I don't even acknowledge the sound but prepare for what is to come. I am however completely surprised when a whistle emits from behind me. I sit up immediately…because that whistle does not belong to Christian who would never whistle at me like I'm some dog. I see a figure in the darkness and suddenly I'm off of the bed backing towards the balcony doors.
"Damn, Mrs. Grey you look fine," a deep voice crows and suddenly someone I have never seen before steps out of the shadows and his face alighting when it falls into the moonlight.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask my back against the glass as the figure come toward me.
"Tsk…Tsk…don't be shy. I'll need that jewelry box just about now." He says and scratches at the mask covering his face. How does he know about the jewelry box that Mrs. T packs for me…
"What jewelry box?" I say sliding the balcony door open letting the wind rush in and the sound of the waves.
"You no damn well what jewelry box!" He says and he lunges for me and I step back onto the balcony and slide the door shut. He bounces off the glass hitting the floor. I look down and curse the fact that the way down is too perilous to attempt. I turn and see figures on the beach below milling about a fire.
"Christian," I scream but no one tenses or turns…they didn't hear me. I prepare to scream again and suddenly a hand clamps tightly around me knife at my throat. His arm wraps around my body and jerks me swiftly inside and I comply. My jewelry is worth a little less than $100,000 thanks to all the gifts Christian bestows upon me…I have more at the house. How exactly I wonder does a thief come to know of my jewelry. The knife trails lightly pressing from my throat and down my body making me tense.
"Now, stay quiet Mrs. Grey and you'll live to see another day." He says licking my ear and making me shudder. He can have the jewelry as long as he leaves me alone. "Where is the jewelry?" He asks quietly and I tell him swiftly.
"In my pink luggage bag," I say quietly and he pushes me roughly to the closet and I bang my head against the door.
"Get it," he says and turning closes the balcony door. I shakily pull my bag from the closet and unzip it. I fall to my knees and begin removing clothing casting them onto the floor in my frenzy. I find the medium leather case at the bottom of my bag and standing hand it out to him. His eyes grow dark.
"Open it," He says and I acquiesce pulling the lid up with a snap. He comes forward and digs through the jewelry plucking out the $25,000 platinum circlet Christian bought for me in May. "You have nice things Mrs. Grey…but I'll be taking them now." He says and snaps the case closed. I stand there scared when he looks me up and down his eyes stopping at my wrist. The platinum ivy and rose filigree bracelet circling my forearm…he doesn't want this.
"I'll be having that too," He says his eyes dancing at the bracelet Christian bought for me in Cannes and just 3 weeks ago had a tracking device placed inside in case of kidnappings.
"But," I say and suddenly he sweeps at me. I feel something harsh knock against my head and then fall swiftly into darkness.
There is a terrible pain in my head. I groan and attempt to sit up…but I can't move. I open my eyes and realize I cannot see either. My heart beginning to race I realize my hands and legs are bound, I'm blindfolded, and gagged. The thief rushes back into my memory and I struggle to listen…where am I? Was I kidnapped or am I still at the beach house? I lay there for what feels like forever cold, scared, and hungry…ravenous even. I hear footsteps coming and my heart begins to race…what is he going to do to me? As I begin to panic my senses become more alert I hear a door swing open and footsteps walk into the room.
"What was she looking for?" Christians muffled voice floats through the closet door and I sigh with relief realizing he must have left me in the closet. I try to call out for him but it is muffled I listen as he enters the bathroom. "Ana, look I'm sorry for being mad but come out I want to see you." He says. I'm trying Christian but it's kind of hard in my current position… I listen as he leaves the room and treads back down the hall and I groan trying to sit up or move to no avail. I feel the wall at my head and bang on it with my forehead…suddenly a pain rips across my head and I realize I have made a big mistake hitting the exact spot where the butt of the knife smashed into my forehead. White clouds my mind as the pain begins to lessen…I'll not be doing that again. I work at the bindings covering my hands and feet and suddenly they snap apart…my legs and hands still bound they give way.
"What do you mean Ana is in Malibu? I called her phone it was in her purse in the kitchen…she wouldn't just leave without it…not after the fight she had over it." Christian says angrily into the phone as the door bangs open smashing into the wall. I kick my feet at the wall several times until Christian's cursing and rambling suddenly ceases and the closet door opens. I hear a thud and I attempt to say 'Christian' but it comes out muffled behind the gag. Next I feel Christian's hands at my face slipping the blindfold off. I blink at the harsh light that filters through the door and Christian removes the gag.
"As you can see I am not in Malibu," I say and lean forward indicating for Christian to release my arms. When he does I stretch and then release my ankles. He helps me to my feet and then pulls me towards him. I acquiesce until he lightly kisses my head injury making me wince.
"What's happened this time?" He says so I go into great detail about it all and Christian is furious and does not stand still when I tell him about being hit over the head. He grabs my hand muttering about making me see Grace.
"Christian I can't leave the room in this!" I explode and suddenly he stops, turns, and takes in my attire his eyes growing dark with hunger. "I picked it out for you…and then you got all angry!" I say and literally pout. Suddenly, he is all over me my lips, my chest, my butt, but he avoids the forehead. He makes me so hot and I can't resist him and silently in my head I know this is a touchdown…sensually speaking.
"Christian, the reason Barney thought I was in Malibu…my bracelet has the tracking device in it!" I say between kisses and panting.
"I know this," He says sliding his hand along my thigh then pulling at the pig tails in my hair.
"So, you can get it back!" I say breathing slowly as the warmth builds even more.
"It's just jewelry!" He says and pauses looking down at me from his position above me on the bed.
"But, that bracelet means so much to me Christian! You can't replace that!" I say my brow furrowing. His face matches my own and he glowers a minute.
"Okay, but mainly because I want the man who hurt you locked up…or shot!" Christian says and kisses me again.
"Call Welch right now!" I beg him and he takes a deep breath and rubs his forehead.
"Besides, I'm hungry and I need Tylenol." I say my hands on his open shirt.
"You wouldn't be hungry if you would eat when you're supposed to!" He says darkly.
"I couldn't eat with you glowering in anger beside of me…it makes me anxious!" I say defending my actions.
"What were you anxious about at the Ivy?" He asks glaring at me…both of us knowing I can pin the blame on Christian.
"I wasn't hungry then!" I say exasperatingly.
"Fine I'll call Welch and you'll eat and see mom…quickly!" He says and pecks my chin rolling away from me. I stand and start for the door my mind on cold pizza.
"Ana!" He calls and I glance back having opened the door.
"What? I thought you said quickly!" I say and he looks pointedly at my legs. I follow his gaze and then pluck my blue Bandeau swimsuit cover-up from the floor and pull it on cinching the waist. It may look weird with the lace coming out of the top…but I have business to attend to with that later.
"Better," He says still eyeing my legs. I bite my lip and prance away toward the dark kitchen. I click a light on and heat two slices of pizza in the microwave. I eat quickly and after chug a glass of water with two Advil. There is no way that I am waking Grace up after eleven to tell her I was robbed, knocked unconscious, and then left trussed in the closet. I throw away my paper towel and return to the bedroom and brush my teeth. Christian is still on the phone with Welch so I take my time. I enter the bedroom and he smiles to me still on the phone. I slip the cover up off and then make a big show of shaking my butt while I place my clothes into the chest of drawers and slide the now empty luggage bag into the closet. When I turn around Christians eyes are dark as he holds up one finger. I feign a yawn and fall onto the bed smiling. Tonight is going to be good…I pat the edge of the bed and Christian's eyes narrow as he sits where I tell him to.
I crawl onto his lap waiting patiently for him to finish his phone conversation while I run my hands through his hair. What feels like an eternity later he finally ends the call as I had been running my hands over his chest. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him. "You know Ana, you still haven't received your punishment for not calling me earlier." He says his voice low against my ear. He grasps my wrists and flips me over bottom in the air. I feel the heat begin to travel quickly at the thought of what is to come he slides my pantie down and begins rubbing my bottom while holding my hands to my lower back. Oh God this is so wrong but so right…that dark part of me begging to be smacked-hard. Suddenly his hand moves away and I close my eyes…a second later it comes down with a harsh smack across both cheeks moves away and within a second comes down again, again, again, and again before he begins rubbing my bottom. The pain burns harshly across my ass and I know there is a bright red print there…something he gets enjoyment out of…I know too that he'll continue until I give the safest safe word for us…stop.
As his whipping and rubbing continue the pain burning ebbing away and then burning again I feel the deep pull in my abdomen. This is so hot as it always is with Christian and I moan as he runs my sore ass. Christian smacks me twice and I swiftly remember that this is punishment at his thirteenth swat I suddenly call, "Stop," sweat crinkling across my brow. Christian does and immediately pulls me onto the bed where we begin a lascivious game. I want this confining gown off but Christian insists it stay on at least for a while longer. I am on my knees when he fills me and the relief is so hot and consuming I come immediately. Christian continues until he bursts nearly half-a-minute later and then he strips the nightgown off.
He begins sliding his fingers along my body trailing kisses from nose to toes. Breathing, touching, and biting in all the right places that send me and him on a sensual high. We continue for hours ride the wave, crest the climax, and fall into blissful oblivion repetitively. Only when I am so fatigued to the point that we can't go on does Christian pull me into his arms and we drift into dreamland.
