A/N: The next one will be the wedding, I really needed the final fitting to be a part of the story, you'll understand once you read it. I hope you all like this one, it has a very sweet moment that I think is really important. Love the reviews, keep them coming. Enjoy! xxx
Chapter 54: The final fitting and a new fitting.
Twelve days. Twelve days until I say I do to the love of my life. In twelve days I will be Mrs. Christian Grey. And to say I'm excited is an understatement. I can't wait. I can't wait to walk to him, tell him my vows and then put a ring on his finger. The ring that will tell everybody he is taken. Mine.
Christian feels exactly the same as me. He can't wait either. I can't count the times he asked me to just skip everything and fly to Vegas. And to be honest, sometimes I was really close to doing it. But I know my Dad would be heartbroken if I got married without him there.
My Dad takes his job of giving me away very seriously. Last weekend he came over to spend the day on The Grace. He wanted to practice the 'aisle walk' with me. It was too cute. We were walking around the penthouse, me wearing my shoes and Dad trying really hard to walk at a good pace. He kept asking to do it one more time, so it would be perfect.
He also bought Marie along. She is completely different from what I thought she would be. I thought Dad liked brunettes, just like Mom. But Marie is blonde. She was a little shy in the beginning, but once we had a little alone time she started talking.
She told me her husband died four years ago and that she didn't have any children. She loves her dog and she works in the local library. When I heard that, I asked her about her favorite books and it turned out she likes the classics as well. We have that in common and I think we will get along just fine. We are still not really comfortable with each other, but that takes time.
And when I saw how Ray looked at her, I just wanted to make sure it really will be okay. He loves her. He probably doesn't know it yet, but I see it in the way he looks at her. And I think she loves him too. They cuddled up in one of the lounge chairs on The Grace at the end of the day to watch the sunset, and they just looked too cute together.
Speaking of Dad, today he will join me and the girls for the final fitting of my dress. He hasn't seen it yet, because he first wanted to be surprised, but yesterday he called me to say he changed his mind and asked if he still could come along. I think he is a little nervous he will crack when he sees me in my dress on the big day, so he wants to prepare himself a little.
Of course, I told him he could come. I didn't have my Mom with me when I picked out my dress, so I'm happy my Dad will fill in, even though he didn't help me pick the dress. He also told me he wants to practice the walk one more time, to make sure he knows where my dress is and he won't step on it.
Christian, Elliot, and Carrick are taking out The Grace today. Carrick wanted to have a day with the boys before Christian and I get married. They left early this morning, so I just got a kiss from Christian. I was still asleep when he woke me to tell me he was going. I was a little mad at him for not waking me up because now I missed morning sex. But Christian promised me to make it up to me tonight. I'll make sure he stays true to that promise.
Right now I'm waiting for Dad. He drove from Montesano and will pick me up before we head to the bridal shop. We will meet the girls there. I haven't spoken to them in a week, because we were all very busy, so I'm excited to catch up with them as well.
Lauren and Mike are still in heaven with little Norah, who is growing so fast and is absolutely adorable. Lauren sends us babyspam every day. She is eight weeks old now and a week ago she smiled at me for the first time. Well okay, she smiled at Christian because he was holding her, but it was definitely my voice she reacted to. Christian obviously didn't agree with that, but he is just head over heels with the girl and he thinks that she automatically returns those feelings because of that. She is getting prettier by the day and Mike and Lauren were made to be parents. They are so relaxed with her, I really hope I will be like that one day.
Kate and Dean are officially together. Last week they told his daughters that they were in love. The youngest one, Esmee, was just as nice to Kate as before. But Emma really didn't take it well. She was so confused and asked them why Daddy wasn't with her Mommy anymore. Kate felt her pain and for a second started doubting her decision to give it a try. But she also knew she couldn't go back, because that would confuse the girls even more. So now she is trying to slowly bond with the girls, even though Emma really doesn't feel the need to bond with Kate right now. Kate is not giving up though, which makes me proud. She really wants this to work.
As for Kim, she and Elliot are hilarious. Kim is so scared and insecure about Elliot, while she didn't have that at all with girls. She is always confident, but not now. And Elliot is shitting his pants as well according to Christian. They went on countless dates and both are ready to take it to the next level, but Elliot is also having a little trouble with the confidence in himself. He is scared he will screw up and that Kim never wants to do something with him or any guy again. And all that while they are both heads over heels in love. Kate, Lauren and I are waiting for the moment that Kim tells us it happened. We are just so curious about what she will think of it. Of having sex with a guy. It will be her first time with a guy and it reminds me of when we all told each other about it.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. When I look at the caller ID, I see it's Dad.
"Hi, Dad! Are you here?" I answer my phone, already waiting with my shoes and coat on.
"I am. You can come down. Can you bring a soda with you? I'm thirsty." He asks me.
"Sure, be down in a sec." I tell him before hanging up and walking to the kitchen to grab a drink. Then I get into the elevator and push the button. I can't wait to show Dad my dress.
When we park at the bridal studio, the girls are already waiting for us. And to my surprise, I see that Lauren has taken Norah with her as well. I missed my girls, but I think I missed Norah a little more.
I jump out of the car and sprint over to the stroller where Norah is sleeping soundly, completely ignoring the girls.
"Ouch, we know our place." Lauren giggles.
"Yeah, sorry. I just missed her a tiny bit more than I missed you." I giggle before kissing all three of them hello.
When I look to see where Dad is, he is just walking over to us. In his hand shopping bag, probably with a present for little Norah. He greets the girls and looks at the baby.
"That's a pretty lady. How is she doing, Lau?" Dad asks while leaning over the stroller, completely taken by the little girl. She is such a heartbreaker already.
"She is doing great. Eating, sleeping, and growing. And she really reacts to us now, it is the cutest thing." Lauren smiles. She is a proud Mommy.
"Sorry that I brought her along, Ana. But Mike had a last-minute shift at the station." Lauren tells me.
"Are you serious? She is part of the team. I love that she is here." I tell her.
I mean it. Norah is a part of us. Mike and Lauren asked Christian and me if they need to get a babysitter when we get married. Both Christian and I almost screamed no to them. I want her there. She is too little to be a flower girl, but she is the guest of honor, for sure.
"Let's get inside ladies, I believe I have to give my opinion on a few dresses." Dad says while walking to the door.
The moment we walk in, we are greeted by Melisa, who had helped me through the whole process of buying a wedding dress. She is very excited, maybe a little bit too excited even. Kate says because she sees the big dollars. She is probably right, but I like to think she is just very happy for me.
"Miss Steele, are you ready for the last fitting? I'm super excited to see you in the dress." Melisa claps her hands.
"Yeah Steele, super duper excited." Kate whispers while rolling her eyes. It makes me chuckle.
"Can't wait. My Dad came along, he is also very excited." I tell her.
"Great! Let's get you changed. Bridesmaids, I come back to you when Miss. Steele is ready. Please take coffee or tea while you wait." Melisa tells the rest before walking me to the changing booth.
Ten minutes later I'm standing in front of the mirror and for the first time, I get tears in my eyes. My dress fits me perfectly now, it feels so real this time.
My wedding dress is white, with lace off the shoulder sleeves that stop just above my elbows. The lace runs over into a white silk sweetheart neckline corset, with an open back which is also lace. The skirt is made of satin and tulle and is not very wide, but wide enough to flow around my legs when I walk. It has a small trail, that I can button up at the back of my dress so I will be able to dance. I plan on wearing my hair in a loose bun, with a braid on the left side of my head and small tufts around my face. I'm not wearing a veil, because I want to make sure the back of my dress is on display.
I look at myself again. I really feel like a princess. And I hope Christian likes it just as much as me. I'm almost sure he will, but I'm still a little nervous for him to see me all dressed up.
"Should I get your Dad in here?" Melisa asks after she gave me a moment.
"Yes please." I smile. I'm so excited for him to see.
A moment later Dad walks in. The moment he sees me, he stops in his tracks and his eyes fill with tears. He places the bag he still carries with him on the ground and walks over to me, pulling me in a bone-crushing hug.
We stand there for a few moments, both crying. Both no doubt thinking about Mom and how much we miss her at this moment. I would give anything for her to see me like this.
When Dad pulls back, he looks at me, a smile full of adoration on his face.
"You look beautiful, peanut. And so much like your Mom. She would have been so proud of you. She is looking down with a big smile, Annie. I just know it." He tells me while moving his thumbs over my cheeks to remove my tears.
"Thank you for being here, Dad. I'm so happy I can share this with you."
"Wouldn't want to miss it." He says while grabbing the damn bag from the floor. What is it with that bag?
"Listen Annie. When your Mom and I got married, she wore something that was very special." He says while getting a square box out of the bag. When he opens it, my eyes widen.
Inside the box is the tiara my Mom wore when she married Ray. I can recognize it from miles away. As a little girl, I would always look at the pictures of their wedding, and that tiara just stood out. My Mom looked like a queen while wearing it.
It is a late Victorian style tiara, with small diamonds and pearls. The diamonds have the shape of droplets and are placed in circles, the pearls are in the middle of them, so they look like flowers. It is very simple and elegant, which makes it extraordinary.
"This tiara has been in your Mom's family for a very long time. Your great-grandmother got it from her father on her wedding day. Since that day, the women in your family always passed it on to their daughters. Although your Mom isn't here to pass it on to you personally, she wanted you to have it. She told me to give it to you when it was your day. So, this is yours now, for you to wear when you marry the love of your life. And for you to pass on to your daughter when she is marrying hers." Dad tells me while putting the tiara on my head.
I'm shaking, crying and for a moment I can't think straight. By wearing this, my Mom is with me. I can feel it. She wore this when she married Ray and now I get to wear it. This is so special.
"Turn around, peanut. You look like a true princess." Dad whispers before grabbing my shoulders and turning me to the mirror.
This tiara makes everything complete. It is completely in tune with my dress, one complements the other perfectly. I can just see how it will look when I got my hair done.
"It is beautiful." I mumble.
"You are beautiful, Annie. I am so proud of you." Dad says while kissing my cheek.
"Thank you so much, Dad. You made this perfect." I smile.
"Your welcome. Speaking of perfection, let's get that walk going one more time." He smirks and offers me his arms.
I giggle. This is typically Dad, trying to make me stop crying by making me smile. He is the biggest dork of all, and I love him with my whole heart.
After we all tried on our dresses one last time, Dad took us out for dinner so we could catch up. Norah behaved like the perfect baby, only crying once when she was hungry. Lau is breastfeeding her but pumped some milk, so I had the pleasure of feeding her. It was just too precious, her little hands were holding my hand with the bottle in it and she was looking at me with her big, brown eyes.
For a moment I thought about what it would be like if Christian and I had a baby. What he or she would look like. And if I would be just as relaxed as Lauren is with Norah. I really want babies with Christian, but I still want to enjoy him alone a little longer as well.
Right now I'm walking into the penthouse and all the lights are on, so I'm assuming Christian is home already.
"Honey, I'm home!" I yell while smirking. This feels so grown up.
"Good evening, Miss Steele." I hear from the stairs.
When I look up at him, my heart starts beating like I've just run a marathon. He looks sexy as sin, wearing blue faded jeans with holes in them and the top button open, showing his happy trail and pubic hair perfectly. He isn't wearing a shirt or shoes. And I want to set my teeth in him.
"Hi." I say, my voice unsteady.
"Cat got your tongue?" He smirks when he sees I have trouble just greeting him.
I look at him, my eyes probably telling him what I want to do to him. I can't believe I will marry him in twelve days. That he picked me out of all the other he could have picked.
When Christian sees that I just keep staring at him, without even trying to answer him, he moves to me so he is standing right in front of me.
"I thought you would appreciate it if I greeted you like this." He tells me while moving his finger over my lips and down in between my breasts until he reaches my belly.
"I have thought about you all day. About what I would do to you when you came home. It drove me insane, Ana." He mumbles, his lips on my cheek.
"I want to have my way with you, be rough with you. I want to mark your skin and fuck you so hard you still feel me when you walk down the aisle in twelve days. I want every part of your body to belong to me. I want to own your body, Ana. I need to own your body." He says, his voice dripping with lust.
I have no idea what's gotten into him or what he has planned, but what I do know is that I want it. I think this is the Christian he was before me and I have to say, I have been dying to get to know that part of him. I was just a little nervous to ask for it but as always, my man knows me too well.
"Tell me you want me to own you." He growls, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"You already own me. I'm yours." I tell him, my voice completely different from normal.
"For me to do with as I wish?" He asks, his dark grey eyes burning holes into mine.
I nod my head instantly, trusting him completely. I know what he has planned will be just as good for me as it is for him. He loves me and he would never hurt me.
"For you to do with as you wish." I whisper while nodding my head.
He grabs my hands, pulling me up the stairs. And all alarm bells are going off. He isn't seriously thinking that I am okay with going to his red room, is he? Fuck now I already gave him full control. Is he really this stupid? I'm not going in there.
"Trust me, baby." He says, felling my resistance.
I let him pull me to the door. The door of his playroom. He looks at me, completely sure of his case. He wants to fuck me where he has fucked all the others.
When he opens the door, he pulls my arm and pushes me in first. And I get yet another shock.
The room is not red anymore. The walls are brown and there is a huge bed with a wooden beige headboard standing to the right against the wall. To the left, there is a big bathtub for two persons. There are still various furniture that are BDSM related, like a brown cross that standing right across the door, against the wall and a swing that hangs in the corner. But surprisingly they don't freak me out too much. I can see us in here, I can see him showing me stuff in here.
"I thought that since everything will be yours as well, you'd maybe like this room a little more." Christian says from behind me, sounding a little less sure than moments ago.
I turn around to look at him and see that the wall behind him is covert in mirrors. Even the door is a mirror when it is closed. It makes me blush, it doesn't matter where you are, you will always be able to see yourself in the mirrors.
"Please say something." Christian says, looking at me like he is afraid he made a horrible mistake.
"I like it." I whisper, looking at him with a small smile on my face.
"You do?' Christian smiles, looking very relieved.
I nod my head and look around one more time before looking at him expectantly. I want him to do to me what he had planned. He obviously wanted to have me here, in this room. And I feel good being here. I'm not being reminded of what this room once was. This is our room now.
Christian grabs my chin and moves his face so close, our noses are touching.
"Will you still let me have my way with you?" He whispers, his voice so sexy and low.
"Yes." I breathe.
My belly is clenching and my hands are sweating. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I feel like we are crossing a line right now. Both of us. We are meeting in the middle of something we both want. I told him I wanted to explore things and now I trust him enough to do so. He knows this. He can read me in one look. That's the reason I want this. He knows what I want.
"Let me help out of your clothes then.'' He whispers before pulling up my shirt.
I put my arms in the air to help him, then open my jeans so I can slide it down my legs. Christian unhooks my bra and then moves to his knees to take of my thong. The moment he pulls it down, he kisses my pussy, just above my slit.
''Fuck baby.'' He growls before pulling me into his arms and walking me to the bed. ''Lay down.''
I do as he says, laying down in the middle of the bed. When I look at the ceiling, I'm greeting by my naked form. Another mirror, Jesus, now I'm very aware of myself.
''You see how gorgeous you look? Do you understand now why I can't keep my hands off you? That every time I look at you I'm rock hard?'' He asks, moving in between my legs.
''I want you to keep looking at yourself. Don't close your eyes.'' He tells me before spreading my legs and licking me like he hasn't tasted me in years.
I look at myself, and at Christian in between my legs. This is so erotic, even though it is also very weird to see myself like this. I focus on Christian for a moment. His back is looking so good, al his muscles on display. His jeans is hanging halfway his ass and I just want to remember this sight forever. He looks sensational.
I feel Christians hand move up the inside of my leg, before he strokes me between my ass cheeks. I jump slightly because I wasn't expecting it, but after a few stroked I can relax and enjoy the feeling. It is such a different sensation, and it had me building in rapid pace. Feel my breathing quicken and in the mirror I see my body getting redder. I'm so close. My hand find Christian's hair and pull him against me, moaning his name.
''So close. Fuck, baby. There, right there.'' I breathe, trying to let him know that he really cannot stop not.
Just when I think I can't take it anymore, Christian moves his tongue lower, over my opening to my hole. Spreading my legs as wide as they can go and then moving them towards my face so I'm completely open to him. He licks me there, growling when his tongue moves over me.
After a few moments he stops, pulls back and looks at me. His mouth, chin and cheeks are wet, his breathing heavy and his eyes almost black. He reaches for his back pocket and gets out the buttplug he gave me for my birthday. We haven't used it yet, but I have a feeling that's about to change.
''You are so ready for this.'' He tells me before kissing my belly and then turning me over so I'm laying on my stomach on the bed.
''Get that ass in the air, baby.'' He tells me and I immediately do. Getting on my knees and resting my head on the pillow.
I feel a cold liquid on me before Christian's fingers find my hole again, spreading the liquid over me. Then I feel the cold buttplug against me.
''Breathe.'' Christian says.
I do as I'm told and when I let out my breath, he pushes the buttplug into me, surprisingly easy. I instantly feel very full. It feels weird and forbidden and good at the same time. He lets me adjust for a moment before pushing his dick into my pussy, making me scream. Partly in surprise, partly because it feels so good.
''Too much, so full, so big.'' I mumble into the pillow. I can't think straight, this is too much.
''So. Fucking. Sexy.'' Christian growls in response, thrusting into me with force.
While he is pounding into me, he still makes me feel safe. He strokes my back and makes sure that I'm okay and enjoying what he does to me. I love this about him. He makes me feel safe. He talks to me, showing me he is still my Christian, even though he is rough with me.
''Fuck, Ana. I love this. Still good?'' He asks after a couple of minutes.
''So good.'' I moan while grabbing the sheets with my hands to steady myself for the force of his thrusts.
All it takes is two more thrusts before I come, my whole body shaking as I do. And right at that moment, Christian pulls out the plug, making me scream. In just a second I feel him pull out of my pussy and push into my hole. He is so much bigger than the buttplug, I feel like he is going to rip me, but because I'm still coming as well it feels amazing.
''Damn, so tight. I'm going to come baby.'' Christian moans, pushing into me even harder to chase his orgasm.
When he comes, he screams my name and digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips. Then he collapses on top of me, his breathing heavy and his body wet with sweat. My body completely relaxes, even though he is still inside of me.
''Oh my God. I just had anal sex. I'm not a butt virgin anymore.'' I mumble, still not really registering what just happened.
''Thank you for letting me do this.'' Christian whispers in my ear, his whole body covering mine and his hands moving around my belly. ''I love you, Ana. You are the most amazing women in the whole world and I'm fucking proud to be yours.''
''I love you so much, kinky man. It is insane.'' I mumble. My whole body is slack. I can't move. This is what people mean when they say they almost got fucked to dead, I'm sure of it.
I feel Christian pull out of me before he pulls me to the edge of the bed and picks me up bridal style.
''Let's get you cleaned up. After that I'll feed you.'' He chuckles when he sees the state I'm in.
''Good boy.'' I mumble while snuggling against me.
My good boy. My sweet boyfriend. My sexy fiancé. And my soon to be husband, a pure God.
