It's Sunday and today, Christian and I are headed out for a week alone. My dad, as usual, is helping the nanny with the kids. We tell everyone our goodbyes with hugs and kisses and we head out.

I'm not surprised whenever we land in the Maldives again. We get on the seaplane and, sure enough, Anton is our pilot again. We greet him and we buckle in. Whenever we arrive, we race to the island again. I get pretty close to land before they catch me this time. They probably let me this time to boost my ego.

Whenever we get inside the house, there's something covered up on the ground. "What's that?" I ask my husband.

He smirks. "That is your present, Ana."

"Well, don't keep me waiting. Uncover it." I demand.

He chuckles. "Patience, baby."

I growl. He chuckles again. They take me to the dining area and they feed me again. Afterwards, we sit on the couch and flirt whilst drinking wine. Christian takes my glass from me and his lips crash into mine and he kisses me sensually as I feel Anton's hand reach my core. He manipulates my clit as Christian's hands explore my body as well. Anton's finger sinks into my core and then he adds another. Christian's hand makes it down there as well and the next thing I know, I have 4 fingers inside me stroking my g-spot as someone's thumb vigorously rubs my clit. Christian's mouth explores my body and then he takes turns taking my nipples into his mouth, one at a time.

I feel myself getting extremely close to the edge. My husband's lips crash into mine and he kisses me passionately. "Come for us, baby." He whispers against my lips. I grab onto his arm and my powerful orgasm washes over me. "Good girl." My husband whispers as the orgasm ends. They both remove their fingers and I watch as they both stick their fingers into their mouths and suck my excitement off of them. "Are you ready for your present now, Ana?" he asks me.

I nod vigorously. "Yes, sir." He smiles. Both men stand and offer me a hand and they walk me near the covered object. Anton pulls the cover off of it and it looks like a saddle with a vibrator type attachment on the top.

"This is a Symbian." My husband tells me. "It has several attachments, and we will let you choose which one you'd like to try first."

I nod and Anton brings over a metal box. He opens it. There's a lot of attachments in there. "Can you choose one for me, sir?" I ask.

His smile grows. "I can." He picks his preferred attachment out of the box and Anton closes the lid and puts the box back down. Christian kneels down and takes off the attachment already on it. He puts a small phallace onto the machine. It's kind of long and is slightly curved. He turns it on and it begins vibrating and spinning around. Ooh. It looks fun.

"I need you to sit on it, Ana." Christian says and he walks me over to where it's between my legs below me. I squat down and place it at my entrance and I look up at my husband as I slide down onto it. He turns it on a slow speed and I gasp as it begins moving. Oh, I like how this feels. "Do you like it?" he asks.

"Yes, sir." I reply with a smile. He turns up the speed and encourages me to come and it doesn't take long until I do just that. Whenever my orgasm ends, he turns the speed back down to low. I look up and find a cock on either side of me.

"I want you to please us simultaneously as the Symbian brings you pleasure." Christian says. This will be a challenge, but I'm determined to do it. I wrap a hand around each of their cocks and start stroking.

I take turns pleasing both with my mouth while stroking the other at the same time. I stop whenever my orgasms hit, but I'm reminded by them to resume pleasing them. It doesn't take long before both men come on my face and as I finish sucking them both dry, another, even more intense orgasm rips through me.

"Nicely done, Anastasia. I believe that you deserve a reward for a job well done." My husband says as he shuts off the Symbian. They both offer a hand and help me off of the machine. My legs are weak, so my husband picks me up and carries me over to the bed and lays me in the center of it.

Both men lay on either side of me, facing me and they simultaneously tease my body with their hands and mouths. I notice that both men's cocks are hard again. They turn me facing Anton and he enters my core from the front and after Christian applies a liberal amount of lubrication, he enters my ass.

They simultaneously stroke me from the inside and it feels phenomenal. Christian kisses my neck as Anton kisses my lips. Once we all orgasm together, we lay like this a little while longer before they both pull out.

I roll onto my back as both men cuddle with me at the same time.

The next day, Anton lays in a comfortable position on the tantra chair and Christian orders me to sit on his cock in reverse cowgirl position after Anton lubricates his cock thoroughly. I do as he ordered me to and I slide down onto his cock effortlessly. Christian puts a leg over the tantra chair in front of me after he lubricates himself as well. I'm beginning to grow nervous. I have no idea what these men plan to do with me in this position.

Christian presses his cock up against my opening just above Anton's. "No way. There's no way that will fit." I say.

"Hush, baby. You can handle this. You will enjoy it. I promise. Just trust me." Christian says and I nod.

Anton is laying still with his cock in my core as Christian's cock presses into my core as well. I gasp. Apparently, this will be yet another challenge for my body. "You okay, baby?" Christian asks me.

I nod. "Yes, sir." He smiles and both men begin stroking me from the inside together and I can't stop the first orgasm from crashing over me almost immediately. They continue their strokes and I come undone 3 more times before Christian commands me to come with them. It doesn't take but a moment and my most intense orgasm yet hits hard. Again, I feel like I'm floating above myself.

When I come to, I am laying on the bed between both men and Christian is encouraging me to come back in a soothing voice. Whenever I open my eyes, he says, "Welcome back, Ana." With a bright smile that makes my heart sing.

"Thank you. How long this time?" I ask.

"It was an hour. I love to watch you fly." I smile.

"I have to agree with that notion." Anton says.

"I must say, you 2 have impeccable skills and work well together. Thank you both."

"You're welcome, baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, Christian Grey." He leans in and kisses me sweetly.

"Let's get something to eat and then we can go for a swim after we let the food settle for a little while." He suggests.

"That sounds lovely." I say.

Over the course of the following 6 days, we have many new sexual shenanigans and, yet again, it's an extremely erotic week.

We're all walking to the beach naked and Christian asks Anton a question. "How would you like to make this a more permanent arrangement, Anton?"

I gasp. Oh my. "I think I'd like that." Anton replies.

"Ana, how do you feel about that?" Christian asks me.

"Whatever you want, Mr. Grey. I'm game." I reply.

He smiles. "Excellent. Maybe we can plan a trip to Russia soon?"

"I'd enjoy that." Anton replies. "I have a few toys that I'd like to introduce radost moya to myself."

"Radost moya?" I ask.

"It's Russian for 'my joy'." Anton replies.

I smile. "That's sweet."

When we get to the beach, we all jump in and swim together back to the seaplane. It's been another spectacular week and I can't wait to see what these men have in store for me in the future.

Anton sees us off at the jet and Christian and I sleep for a great deal of the flight home in each other's arms. We didn't get much sleep over the last week.

Over the last 6 weeks, everything has gone great. It has been blissfully uneventful and that's always a good thing.

The older kids are all doing great in school. Liam's boyfriend, Trevor comes over occasionally. We have an open-door policy for whenever he's over and he cannot be in a room alone with Trevor without the door open. It will be the same whenever the other kids are old enough for dating.

The twins are doing great as well. Phoebe and Lily like to take them out and play with them on the playground. They are fascinating. Christian and I love our kids so much that it physically hurts sometimes. We could never imagine a life without them.

Christian just dropped me off at my floor in Grey House. I head into my office and, yet again, there's another bouquet. I roll my eyes before walking around my desk. I put down my bags and I take the card out of the arrangement.

My dearest Ana,

Soon, you will be mine forever.

It won't be long. I'm probably the last person that you expected.

See you soon, my dear.

Xoxo,

Your secret admirer

What the actual fuck? This one actually scares me so I decide to take the rest of the day off and go see my husband. I let my assistant know and get onto the elevator and get off on the 20th floor.

I'm greeted by Andrea, as usual. "Welcome, Mrs. Grey."

I smile. "Is he in?"

"He is. Go on in." I nod.

"Thank you." She nods back.

I walk into my husband's office and he's behind his desk looking at some papers on his desk intently. I walk towards him and he finally looks up and sees me. He smiles at first, but gets a concerned expression on his face. I go around the desk and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me. I lay my head on his shoulder. "What's bothering you, baby?" he asks.

I sit back up and pull the card out of my purse and hand it to him. He takes it and reads it and I watch as he goes through a myriad of emotions. His expression ends on anger and concern. He wraps his arms back around me. "Nothing will happen to you, Ana. We've got you."

I nod. "I hope you're right." I kiss him sweetly and lay my head back on his shoulder. "Do you mind if I stay here with you today? Or are you busy? I can go home and spend time with Penny and Elijah." I ask.

"I have a lot to do, but you can stay until at least lunch if you want? We can have lunch and dessert together and then you can go home?"

"I like the sound of that." I kiss him sweetly and the kiss is quickly deepened.

"Is the door locked?" he asks against my lips.

"No." I get up and he gets up himself. He picks me up by my ass and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the door and he locks it. He presses me up against the door and he reaches under my skirt and rips off my panties as he kisses me passionately. He undoes his pants and briskly penetrates my core. He fucks me hard and fast until I come undone and then he orders me come with him and I do so gloriously.

I spend the morning and lunch with him and then after dessert, Gibson takes me home and I spend the next couple of hours with the twins until the other kids get home from school.

When Christian gets home, we all spend the rest of the day together. Once the kids are in bed, we go to bed ourselves.

Over the last 2 weeks, life has been pretty much the same. I guess I was worried about that ominous message for nothing. Christian went in to work early and Gibson is going to take me this morning. I get into the SUV with his help and he gets behind the wheel. Something seems different about him today, but I have no clue what it is.

He starts driving us to Seattle, but then he takes a side road that he's never taken before. "Where are we going, Gibson?" I ask. He doesn't answer. "ANSWER ME, Gibson!!"

"You'll see whenever we get there." He says. Fuck. I don't like the sound of that. I discreetly get my phone out and dial my husband's number. I put it in the pocket on the back of the front seat.

Tell me where you're taking me Gibson. I insist that you tell me!"

"I'm taking you home." He says.

"We just left home and you're clearly not going in that direction. Where the fuck are you taking me?" I demand.

He stops the SUV and turns around. "Give me your fucking phone and jewelry. You will know where your new home is soon enough." I don't respond. I just glare at him. "NOW, ANA!!" I reluctantly take my phone and hand it to him and then take off my jewelry and hand it to him as well.

"I don't know what the fuck you're doing, but you will regret this whenever my husband finds me."

He lets out a sinister laugh. "They will NEVER find you… Or me for that matter!!" Fuck! He throws my stuff out of the window and I attempt to jump out before he starts moving again, but the door is locked. I open the window and attempt to climb out, but he grabs my leg and pulls me back inside the SUV after stopping again. "You're going to regret that, Ana." He says and then he puts the car in park and he turns around.

He pours something on a cloth and then he reaches over the back seat and no matter how much I move; he manages to hold me down with the cloth over my nose and mouth until I'm unconscious.

I'm awoken to him shaking me. "Wake up!!" I open my eyes and he's standing by the SUV with my door open. "We're going into that bank over there and YOU are going to withdraw 5 million dollars before we head out."

"I don't have the checkbook, Gibson."

He pulls something out of his pocket and I see that it's our checkbook. "I've got it right here. I'm going to stay in the room with you to protect you. I don't want you to try anything funny."

I roll my eyes.

"Are you going to do as you're told, Ana?" I shake my head 'no'.

He pulls the gun out of his holster and points it at me. "I'm going to ask one more time… Are you going to do as you're told?" Fuck. I guess that I have to.

I nod. "Good." He says. He helps me out and puts the gun back in its holster and walks right behind me. I go up to the teller and he stays right behind me. "My name is Anastasia Grey and I need to make a large withdrawal from me and my husband's account immediately."

"Mrs. Grey, of course. Right this way." She leads me up the stairs. Whenever she sees Gibson following us, she asks, "Who are you?"

"I'm her CPO. There's been a threat against her, so I've got to stay close to her at all times." He answers. She nods in response.

She stops in a room and leads me in. "Please have a seat and Mr. Whelan will be in with you shortly." I nod and go in and sit in a chair. Gibson stands by the door. Once the door is close, I decide to ask him a question.

"So, are you the secret admirer?" He smiles and nods. Fuck! My own fucking CPO. Why now, though. He's been with me for many years, but now, all of the sudden, he decides to kidnap me?

A tall skinny man enters the room. "Mrs. Grey, how can I help you today?" I stand up.

"I need to withdraw 5 million dollars immediately. It can't wait." He furrows his brow.

"There's a process for deposits this large, Mrs. Grey." He says.

"Bypass the process. This is an emergent situation."

"Okay. I need to make a phone call. Do you have your identification?" I nod and pull my ID out of my purse and hand it to him.

He takes it and looks at it and hands it back to me. "I will need you to write out the check before I get back." I nod and he leaves the room and I sit and write the check and wait for him to come back.

He comes back in holding the phone. He offers it to me and I furrow my brow. "It's your husband, Mrs. Grey." My eyes widen. Am I going to get in trouble with Gibson for taking this call? I sigh and then take the phone from him and he leaves the room. I put the phone up to my ear.

"Christian?" I ask.

"Ana, is he near you?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I want you to answer my questions and make it sound like you're convincing him that you're telling me that you are leaving me. Okay?"

"Yes, but I'd prefer that you didn't do that."

"Good start. Has he hurt you?"

"No. Do not do that, Christian."

"Do you know where you're going?"

"No. We're done. That's it."

The tears start to fall as I fall into the character that I'm playing. "Do you still have your panic button?"

"NO, damn it. Just let me get the money and you won't have to hear from me again."

"We're tracking the SUV. We're almost to the bank now. I will tell Whelan to give you the money, but to put trackers in the bags. We will get you, Ana."

"Thank you. Don't contact me again." I take the phone away from my ear and I wipe away my tears before I signal through the glass wall to Whelan that my husband wishes to speak to him. He takes the phone and I hand him the check and he leaves the room.

"So, you told him you're leaving him? Nicely done." I roll my eyes. Fucking prick.

"Fuck you." Is all I say. I don't even look at him.

About 5 minutes later, Whelan comes back with 2 large bags. Gibson takes them from him and I put on a smile. "Thank you. I've got to get going now."

He nods and we go down the stairs and out of the front door. He puts down the bags by the SUV to put in me in and then he goes and puts the bags in the back and he gets back into the driver's seat. "You did well, Ana. Thank you for your cooperation."

I just shake my head and look out of the window. My husband will save me. He has to.

He keeps driving and I keep looking back to see if anyone's following us, but there isn't. It's okay. They have trackers in the bags. They will find me.

We go through Portland and keep going. I must've fallen asleep, because I wake up in what looks like California. He stops at a huge white house on the beach. He parks us down behind it and then he comes around to get me out. He leads me into the house and then forces me to sit in a chair. He pulls out some zip ties and ties my hands together behind my back and he ties each ankle to a leg of the chair that I'm sitting in. "I'll be right back." He says with an evil look on his face.

He walks out and I attempt to do anything that I can to break the chair so that I can get free. He comes back in and sets the money bags on the table and he approaches me. He leans down in front of me and he rips my shirt off and then my skirt. I begin to sob. Are they going to find me before it's too late?

Once I'm in nothing but my panties he stands back and stares at my body. "Ahh… just as beautiful as I'd imagined." Oh, God.

He leans down and attempts to kiss me so I turn my head and he grips my chin in his hand hard and turns me towards him and he kisses me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. I bite him and he jumps back and screams at me. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" He backhands me as he spits out blood. "You will pay for that, Ana."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Fuck you, Gibson! You aren't even half the man that my husband is."

He backhands me again. This time he hits me hard enough that the chair falls over and I hit my head on the ground. "You better stop your fucking bullshit, Ana." He warns me, but I could give a fuck less. One way or another, I'm going home to my family today.

He sets my chair back up. "I think it's time that we move this party into the other room." He says with a smirk and he cuts the zip ties off of my ankles and then my wrists. He pulls me off of the chair by my arm and I think quick and grab the gun from his holster and pull it on him. He puts his hands up. "You should reconsider whatever you're thinking, Ana."

"Oh yeah? What is it that YOU think that I'm thinking?" I ask sarcastically.

"I think you want to shoot me. That wouldn't be a very wise decision." He says.

"Oh, fuck off! Sit on the mother fucking chair!" I command him. He doesn't budge so I cock the gun and then he sits really quickly. I pick up a zip tie off of the table and I walk around him, grabbing his wrists and I bind them together. I come back around the chair and I pull a couple more zip ties off of the table and I kneel in front of him and restrain both ankles like he did mine. "Where's your phone, Gibson?"

He sighs. "Inside pocket of my jacket." I keep the gun on him with one hand and reach into his pocket with the other. I take it out and see that it's off so I turn it on. While it's turning on, I get in his face.

"Now who's going to regret what again?" I ask.

"You are going to regret this." He says.

"Is that so?" I punch him in the face. Whenever the phone is on, I find that the screensaver is a picture of me. What a fucking psycho. I unlock the screen and dial my husband.

"Grey." He answers.

"Christian?" I ask and then the tears start to fall, but I don't take the gun off of Gibson.

"We're almost to you, Ana. We're pulling into the driveway now." I sigh in relief. I kick Gibson in the shin.

"Your instant karma is about to kick you right in the fucking face, you psychotic asshole!" I tell him.

"Me?" My husband asks.

"No. Gibson. I'd never say something like that to you." All of the sudden, someone comes barging in the back door and I see Taylor.

"I've got this from here, Mrs. Grey." Taylor tells me. I nod and hand him the gun before approaching my husband who just came in the door and wrapping my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist.

"Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?" I shake my head.

"He backhanded me a few times, but I'm fine." I reply.

"Let's go find something to wrap you up and then I need to have a word with Gibson myself."

I smile and nod and he leads me through the hall and whenever we get to a bedroom, he finds a dresser and opens it. He pulls out a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and helps me into them. "I'm proud of you, Ana. I guess those shooting lessons came in handy after all." I giggle.

"I'm full of surprises, Mr. Grey." He kisses me sweetly.

"Let's go so that I can have a word with this asshole and then get you the fuck away from here." I nod and he takes my hand and leads me back out to where Taylor has Gibson on the ground and kicks him. "Would you like to go to the SUV and wait?" Christian asks me.

I shake my head. "No. Seeing this is already making me feel better." I say with a smile.

He nods and gives me a sweet kiss before walking towards Gibson. "What were you planning to do with Ana?" he asks him.

"I was going to show her what it's like to be with a real man." He says and Christian kicks him. "Fuck!"

"Try again." Christian says.

"I love her. I love her. Please don't keep hurting me." He begs.

Christian sits his chair back up. I notice Taylor in the background calling 911. "I can see how you could love her; however, you were hired to protect her, not kidnap her, force her to get you money and drag her down here so you can hurt her. This goes without saying, but I feel the need to say it anyways." He punches Gibson with a right upper cut which knocks the chair over backwards. "You are fired." And he approaches me again and wraps his arm around me. "Taylor, I'm taking Ana out to the SUV. Take care of this scum."

"Yes, sir." Taylor responds and Christian scoops me up and carries me out to the SUV that he and Taylor came in and he puts me in the back and sits next to me. I wrap my arms around him and lay my head against his chest and start crying. He wraps his arms around me.

"You're okay now, baby. I'm sorry that happened to you."

"You have no reason to be sorry. We trusted him and he violated that trust horribly. I'm just thankful that I thought to call you on my cell phone and hide it so that you knew what was going on so that you could, hopefully, save me. And you did. Thank you so much for doing that."

"You're welcome, baby. I'll always be here for you. No matter the circumstances, I've got you."

I smile and nod. "I know, baby, and it's one of the many reasons that I love you so much. Are we driving back?"

"No. The jet is waiting for us at the airport."

"Did you guys fly here?" I ask.

"No. We called to have the jet brought down as soon as we found out where he was taking you, though." I nod. "Take a nap, baby. You've had a rough day."

I nod. "Thank you. I love you, Christian."

"I love you, too, Ana." He leans down and kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, safe in his arms.