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💚 So, Christian's reaction got a 50/50. Some people got it, others didn't ...

💚 And so far only one person got what's up with Christian and getting Ana pregnant ...

💚 And it's funny how people are 50/50 Either Ana is too proper, or Christian too cold, haha. It makes me laugh

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💚 From Duty To Love💚

Chapter 10: Petite Mort (2,8K)

Petite mort (little death) = an edulcorated way to say orgasm in French because you lose yourself when you reach it.

It's so good, you die, hehe

Anastasia's PoV

I am reading this book about Leonardo Da Vinci and his inventions when Christian gently knocks on my open door. After our night in the library, I stopped closing my door on Fridays, but even though it is clear that he is more than welcome in my room, he still knocks.

It has been two weeks since our lunch in the park and I have kept my days as busy as I could with Mr Sawyer. He has helped me find a camera lens for Christian, and everything that he would need to take perfect pictures, and he has also proposed to turn one of our rooms into a darkroom. It is a special room that needs to be dark so the photographs can be developed as well as possible.

He also took a picture of me in my wedding dress and my hair down (that took a lot of temerity from my part). Right now, I am working on this big portrait of Christian and me, side by side, so he can hang it in his darkroom, and it is easier to work with the photograph than a mirror to do myself.

I also added smiles to Christian's and my faces, because I love it when he smiles, and I know he likes my smile too. In fact, I cannot wait to see his face when he sees the portrait as well as the room and the camera lens.

Mr Sawyer has come twice a week, always at lunch so Christian doesn't know about his surprise. I also always try to time his visits to when Mrs Jones is busy outside of the house, though she has seen him once. I have introduced him as a work associate (since he does work for me), and she didn't question anything.

He is almost done with the darkroom, and I keep the key to this room with me, just in case Christian decides for some unknown reasons to go in there. Mr Sawyer said that he will get me a gallon of a special liquid that is used to develop the photographs as well as the paper, so he will be out of town for a few weeks. But all is set in the room. And Mr Sawyer also agreed to come on Monday nights to give Christian lessons, after we come back from our travel.

I am mostly excited to surprise Christian. It is not easy with someone like Mrs Jones around, who always knows everything and Christian who seems to always know what is on my mind. There has been a couple of nights when Christian paid me a visit, even if it was not Friday, and every time, it has been when I had wanted him. Usually, those nights, he asked to share my bed right after escorting me instead of well into the night. But today is Friday, and I have this request.

I do admit that I have been looking a bit more into the book. I started feeling less self-conscious about it after a comment made by the Reverend about the pleasures of the flesh. We were having a debate about Sodom and Gomora and the way Lot and his 'wives' created their own downfall when he said something that made me think. "The sins of the flesh only become sins when they are committed outside of your marriage."

So … as Christian says, maybe improper is not too bad when it is just the two of us. And though there are pictures that I will definitely not want to reproduce (like the ones with other people), there is one that always gets me … curious. And it guarantees to get me pregnant if I do things properly.

So as he closes the door and walks into my room as per usual, I get up from my bed and he freezes. I always wait in my bed for him to come to me now. And he always smiles before whispering that I'm beautiful and kissing my neck. As I said, I really love Christian's smiles. But I also love his sweetness like when he gets me flowers after he shared my bed (always lavender roses) or when he says something just to make me smile or laugh. Or the way he is passionate about helping the less fortunate than him, or when he tries (and fail) to beat me at chess.

I take a deep breath and walk to my husband who is warily looking at me, unsure of why I suddenly decided to break our routine and I smile, swallowing with difficulty as I take his hand and let him know,

"I … I … " I look down, feeling unnecessarily ashamed by my demand, "I … would like to try something … different."

Christian doesn't say or do anything, and when I gather the courage to look up, he is smiling at me, silently telling me that he is letting me take the lead.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, kissing him the same way he kisses me, the same places I like to feel his lips on me but avoiding his. Christian never kissed me on the lips. Every inch of my body knows his lips, but my own lips.

I open my eyes and see that he has his closed, a small blissful smile on his lips, and this gives me the courage to go on. I undo his suspenders and the buttons of his shirt, struggling to appear confident before kissing his chest the same way he usually kisses mine. I don't think I am bold enough to kiss him … where I have no business kissing him. But … I can do the other things Christian usually does to me.

I go back to kissing his neck and I struggle to undo his trousers, his suspenders long gone with his shirt. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath when I touch him, but I am frozen, looking down at … this behemoth appendice that has been inside of me!

How in the good Lord's name did he fit that inside of me? This is … unnatural! How had I never noticed that there was a whole other person with us when we were in bed? I have already seen phalluses before, when boys bathed in the river and cared very little about their nudity, but never before had I seen this.

Christian always undresses when he is in the process of making me feel good, and he always has his trousers back on when I am still delirious with pleasure. And when he retrieves himself to spill his liquid on me, I am always lost in the silver of his eyes that I don't see anything but him. I never actually saw his phallus and now … I am not sure I want that inside of me anymore.

"Anastasia …" Christian gently says before kissing my neck, making me shiver, though my eyes are still on the Goliath erected between us. "What did you want to try?" He presses, nibbling my ear.

When I don't react as I usually do, he takes my hand, his lips going back to my neck as he directs me to the titan. It can't even fit in my hand!

"It won't hurt you. I've made you feel good in the past, haven't I? I've been inside of you and made you scream my name. Don't overthink it, darling. Just tell me what you wanted to try."

This snaps me out of my staring and I look up at the grey eyes of my husband. This is the first time he is calling me darling, and it feels so … sweet and intimate. My hand is still on him as he makes us go up and down his length.

I swallow with difficulty and retake possession of my hand to take his and lead him to bed. Christian sits, his eyes steady on me, curious but encouraging. He gives me a sweet smile, but I can't find it in myself to do the same. How did I not die?

With a sigh, Christian yanks me to him still sitting on the edge of my bed and his face ends up on my sex, covered by my gown. He deeply inhales it, and I can't help but admonish him,

"Christian!"

"That's right, darling. Only think about me when we are in bed. Nothing else but me." He says with a smile, looking up at me, his hands holding me firmly against him by my smaller back. I smile back pointing out the obvious,

"But … this is you."

He doesn't say anything, bringing my gown up and leaving me naked before him. Then, he kisses the bones of my hips and makes his way to my sex, as he responds with cheek, "It is. And I have always brought you pleasure. Just like I'm about to do now."

Before I can say anything, his tongue is in my folds and I bring my hands to his hair to grip some sort of balance. His hands are strongly kneading my buttocks and I moan, pressing myself against his mouth as he makes me forget all about my fear.

Then, as I am still high on pleasure, he bends my knees so I am straddling him, and I feel him slipping inside me the same way he has always done, with ease. I shouldn't have feared him like that, Christian always made sure that I was comfortable with our lovemaking.

He brings his hand to my face as I naturally start going up and down on him, and he asks, "Is that what you wanted, darling?"

Yes. It is. And it is so … transcendent. I keep going up and down, my fingers tightly knotted in his hair. This … is something new entirely. I have never felt so … full. I am actually feeling him completely differently, and all I want is to never end this moment.

His teeth are on my earlobe as his hands play with my nipples, intensifying everything that I am feeling and he starts to thrust upward, making me squeak with delight, my eyes opening wide.

"Legions of men would die to be me, right now. To see you so beautiful." He kisses my neck. "So woman." He grips my hair. "So wild." He leans his forehead against mine, our skins sticky with sweat, but this is the furthest thing from my mind.

I keep going up and down, trying to go faster, and Christian seems to understand because his hands go to my hips and help me find this quick rhythm that I wanted and I hear him grunt as I lean to suckle on his neck.

"Is this like riding a horse? Or better, darling?"

"Much, much better."

He bites on my breast and makes me look at him, his grey gaze the only thing that matters in the world in that moment, "I can feel you so much, darling. I can feel it coming for you. Are you going to scream my name and let the world know who is making you feel so good?"

Christian isn't usually this vocal, but I love it. I love when he talks to me, when he calls me darling, when he touches that special place inside of me! I let out a surprised gasp, and he thrusts again, touching again that place he's never touched before.

"Christian!" I gasp, not sure of what is happening to me. Am I dying? On top of my husband?

"Yes, darling?"

"Christian …" I am unable to formulate any comprehensible thoughts beside this one.

"Let go, darling. Let go for me."

"CHRISTIAN!"

I am … gone. I have no idea of where I am or who I am. just the pleasure reaping though me, owning me, claiming me. Christian looks at me in awe as I try to regain my breath and my mind, and once I am a bit more convenable, he flips me and thrusts again in me, circling his hips. Did he not finish?! How does he still have anything left in him when I am limp?

"This won't last long, darling. Just feel me." He warns and I close my eyes, surprised that there is pleasure left in me, after all.

As promised, Christian finds his release quickly and he releases on top of me, not that I care. I am spent. This was the best experience I have ever had, and that includes my first opera night. I had no idea that being on top could bring so much … satisfaction. Is that why men always want to be on top?

I feel Christian cleaning me, as per usual, and I lazily turn my head to him. With what just happened, I should take a whole bath to be really cleaned. I notice that he isn't wearing his trousers this time, and it makes me wonder if he usually got quickly dressed to hide his gigantic phallus and not frighten me. If it's the case, I'm grateful, because I might have refused him my bed after seeing that behemoth.

"It's the first time you are calling me darling," I let him know as he brings the covers to me.

He smirks at me and lightly says, "It's the first time you are being so forthcoming. I like it when you are so … wild … darling."

I blush with a small laugh and he sits close to me on the bed. I hesitate for a moment and decide to be bold again and I move so I can rest my head on his laps, doing my best to ignore my phallic neighbour. He grins, apparently not bothered by my relocation, and he caresses away the hair from my face as he asks,

"Where did you get this idea? Kate?"

I widely open my eyes, shaking my head with denial, "No! Of course not. I would never share details of our intimacy with anyone! I … saw it in a book."

"Given by Leila?" He asks, his face no longer loving and friendly but cold and annoyed.

"No, it was … in your library," I let him know, so softly that I hope he didn't hear me. But I am not so lucky. He freezes his hard gaze on me before moving me and putting his trousers on. He storms out of my room, not even bothering to close the door and I feel a sudden cold envelop me.

I get up to put my nightgown on and gather his clothes to put them on the vanity before going back to bed. Why did I talk and ruin this beautiful moment we had? And my chagrin gets even bigger when I see him back in my room, the book in hands.

I stiffen before turning my back to him and throwing the covers over my head as I tell him, "Goodnight, Christian."

I hear him chuckle at my humiliation and he sits on the bed behind me, asking, "I assume this is the book you were talking about."

"Goodnight, Christian," I repeat and he puts his hand on my shoulder, telling me with humour in his voice,

"Oh, darling … why are you embarrassed? There is nothing …"

"Shameful? Have you seen those pictures?!" I snap, looking at him to make a point.

He smiles at me, caressing my face before he explains, "It's an Indian book called the Kama Sutra. It … is all about understanding and pleasuring your partner. To give and receive so much pleasure, that the connection you are experiencing goes beyond the physical and becomes divine."

I scowl at him and point out, "I am sure God would not approve of some of those—"

"You don't know that. Those positions you saw have been practised for centuries, darling. And they have brought nothing but bliss … or maybe the occasional cramp. Tell me, was this not the best experience of your life," He challenges, and I can only agree with that. I did feel like I was … above our plane of existence for a moment.

He lets out a sigh and kisses my forehead, leaving the book on my bedside.

"I will never force you into anything, Anastasia. But the day you want to try another position, I will be all too happy to comply."

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So, yes, that was the G-spot. Ana just had her best orgasm yet, haha. And it seems that Christian liked his 'darling' like that, even though he still held on to not finish inside of her

💚 And the book is finally out and in the open. What will happen next Friday?

💚 And what do you think of the Christmas gift she is making for her husband?

💚And something new, the artists mentioned💚

Leonardo Da Vinci (inventor & painter)

The Kama Sutra ... Christian said it best!

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise. Everything else is mine.

Love, Mina💚💚💚