Chapter 6:
NOTE:
Ana,
Here are some clothes for you.
~Christian
Oh, thank god! Under Christian's note are a folded white t-shirt and black shorts on top of the nightstand next to the bed. This might be Mia's considering how short the pants are and tight the shirt is. I will have to make sure to get these clothes back to her cleaned as soon as I can. I'm really grateful I have something to wear besides last night dress. I'm already feeling embarrassed doing the walk of shame at Christian's parent's house. You cannot be shameful of what happened last night. That was fantastic. Well, I am not ashamed of last night, actually thrilled and giddy. The way Christian made me feel was spectacular. It was everything I imagined and much more, and we didn't even have sex. Can you imagine what sex is like with Mr. Superman?! I can't!
I clean up in the bathroom and quickly get dress, or I least try to because I have to look around for my undergarments. Luckily and surprisingly they were placed neatly in the bathroom. I finish putting my clothes on and grab my dress, carefully folding it. I look at my reflection in the mirror and fix my hair as much as possible using my fingers as a comb. My hair is a wavy mess, but there is nothing I can do about it now. It's kind of sexy. You keep thinking that.
Before I head downstairs to leave the boathouse, I look back to make sure the place is not too messy. Christian already cleaned up, so only the bed was messy. I made the bed before I leave. I look around at the room with pure joy. I had a fear of intimacy because of my devastating past, but now I feel free from the fear. I know I will remember this special place for the rest of my life. I finally leave.
As I'm walking in the backyard of the Grey's house, I look round at the sunny day. The light is reflecting perfectly off the seawater, which their house lays a few feet away from. I watch the cleanup crew putting the tables and chairs away and taking down the tent. Even a few of the men and women are whistling while they work. It is like everyone knows it's a great day. I wave at the workers, and they nod their head with a smile in return, as they carry the large round tables to the trucks parked on the side.
Once I reach the back door, I let myself in, but abruptly stop. My smile falls and I blush in embarrassment. I thought I was walking into the kitchen, but instead, I'm walking into the Grey's dining room. The entire Grey family and Kate are at the dining table eating….dinner? What time is it? Christian immediately gets up and approaches me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He is looking handsome and relaxed in a grey t-shirt and navy blue jean pants. He is even barefoot. He has sexy feet.
"Good afternoon beautiful."
"Afternoon?" I asked shocked. "What time is it?"
He looks at his watch. "1:46 pm." I cover my face, completely mortified. I burry my face into his chest, apologizing to Christian. I can't believe I slept that long. You did have a deliciously late night.
I turn to the Greys and Kate, and apologize profusely. "I'm so sorry. I never sleep that late. I am usually up by 6! I should of gotten up earlier. I am really sorry for being so rude." It is like I'm talking to deaf ears. Grace and Mia looks delighted that I am here. Elliot and Kate gives me a look like they know why I slept in so late. Kate even winks at me. Carrick gets up from his seat and offers his to me.
"Please, have a seat. Have some lunch." Carrick offers.
"Oh no. I shouldn't. I don't want to keep you away from your weekend."
"Nonsense," Grace says. "Sit, let me get you something to eat." She stands up and heads to the kitchen. I sit in Carrick's seat, as he starts to head out the dining room.
"I have some calls I have to make," he tells me. "It was lovely to meet you Anastasia." He offers his hand and I shake it.
"It was nice yo meet you too."
"I hope to be seeing you soon." He then looks at his son, and winks at him. I blush even more thinking that now his father knows what Christian and I were doing as well last night. Christian smirks back to his father.
I sit down at the dining table, as Grace places a plate of food in front of me. "The day after we host big events, we have the leftovers. Mia and I like to remake some of the food into something new." The plate is covered with a medley of food. From sliders and mini quiches, to a variety of meats, vegetables and cheeses. "Lots of finger foods in general," Grace says as she sits at the other end of the table.
"Thank you so much. This looks delicious." I respond.
"It's like Christmas." Elliot says, rubbing his stomach.
"Our Christmas dinner is much better than this." Mia chastises.
"I loved your Christmas dinner last year. It was absolutely perfect. Best meal I ever had." Kate responds. Last year, Kate had Christmas dinner with the Greys, and I was so proud of her. It was a huge step for their relationship, particularly for Kate. She usually hangs out with her family or me, and she has some serious commitment issues but, she went with Elliot anyways.
"What do you want me to say, better than Thanksgiving?" Elliot asks.
"No! Thanksgiving is way better than this meal." Mia states emphatically.
"Ok, then what?" Elliot is actually sounding frustrated.
"Are you two really fighting over the best family meal in front of our quests?" Grace asks, looking at her children.
"I don't mind. I think it's amusing." I say
"Ok, let's rank the best meals of the year." Elliot says, smacking the table. "Christmas is definitely first." Elliot says.
"No way. Thanksgiving is the best. Way more variety." Christian makes his case.
"Ok, ok. Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then New Year's day." Mia counts down.
"Definitely agree. Then, leftover Coping Together food. You can't beat five different desserts in one sitting."
"But I like Fourth of July and Birthdays." Mia whines a bit.
"Birthdays are pretty amazing. I remember for my 21st birthday, having ten different homemade pizzas." Christian states fondly. I am looking around the table as the siblings have a friendly debate. Kate looks as amused as I am with the way the siblings act. I found myself looking across the table at Grace. She is looking so fondly...at me? I am unsure why she looks the way she does, but I shrug it off. I give a big smile back.
"Fine!" Elliot says in an exasperated tone. He begins to countdown the family meals, "First, we have Thanksgiving, second Christmas, third New Year's day, fourth Birthdays, not specifying anyone's birthday," he looks at his brother and sister for agreement and they both nod. "Good." He continues, "Fifth is Fourth of July, sixth is Easter, seventh Halloween, eight Cinco de Mayo," Elliot rolls his eyes at Mia for that suggestion, but she smugly smiles thinking she is right, " and lastly Coping Together Gala leftovers." Elliot huffs out the last of the definitive meal list. "We are all good with that?" Both Christian and Mia nod.
"I am glad you all can agree." Grace says sarcastically.
"It sounds like you have many family meals." I say, as I continue eating my lunch. I love these crab stuffed pastries. Is that blue crab I'm tasting?
"We do." Grace responds proudly. "We have them on major holidays and once a month on Sunday. I make sure we have fantastic meals at all of them. Sometimes Mia helps make the meals as well. I love to cook, especially for my children." Grace said, looking at Elliot and Mia. "They are even better when my children are here." She gives a somewhat sarcastic smile towards Christian.
"I know. I know. I am not here a lot, but I will make a better effort." Grace looks pleased by his response. "I enjoy the meals very much," he tells his mother. He then turns to me, "You will have to come to the house during the holidays. You would love our dinners." I like the idea of Christian planning for our future, even if it is short term.
I finish my lunch enjoying some more lite conversation with the Greys and Kate. Maybe I was wrong about people knowing what happened last night, everyone is acting normal, no innuendoes or jokes; only normal, fun conversation. I am really enjoying a relaxing afternoon.
As I am about to finish my meal, Christian stands to make an announcement, "Well, sorry to cut this afternoon short, but Ana and I have somewhere to be." Christian says. I am surprised by this because I did not know of any plans, but I go along with it anyways. I get up and grab my plate to put it in the kitchen to clean, but Grace comes around to my side of the table and takes the plate away from me.
"Don't worry about that dear." She puts the plate back on the table, and gives me a lovely side hug. She than whispers in my ear, "Thank you." When she releases me from the hug, I can see in her eyes that thanks means so many things. I feel too shy to respond back and give her another hug. I hug Kate and Elliot goodbye, as Christian puts his shoes on. We head out of the Grey's family home to Carricks car, a white Audi RS7 Christian will be borrowing for our afternoon out. There is an excellent chance Christian bought this car for his father considering his love for Audis.
As we are heading to the car, Elliot calls out for me, "Ana Banana, hold on!" I walk back to him at the front door, as Christian leans against the car. Elliot gets really close to me, and gently places his hand on top of my shoulder. He tells me seriously, "Make sure you get some rest tonight. You need to pace yourself. I would hate to hear that you choked again." He now has a smug look, winks and runs back inside. So Elliot does know we were fooling around. He must of heard us last night. Great! But, what is he talking about with choking? I turn around somewhat confuse and see Christian still leaning against his car, but he is shrugging, giving me a cheeky smile.
Christian told him!
~oOo~
"Are we going on that helicopter ride you owe me?!"
"Nope." Christian is driving up to an airplane hangar. When we are at the security station, he shows his ID and we are let in with ease. The guard even acknowledge Christian as Mr. Grey.
I was so lost when Christian was driving. All I knew was we are outside of Seattle. We had a good drive, enjoying classic rock and hip hop (who knew he was a fan), discussing business, and random fun things, like what is the best Pixar movie. Toy Story 3 of course. Of course. Christian's argument that the one scene at the end made him think of the holocaust made no sense.
During our conversation, I couldn't help but wonder where we were going. I saw a couple of small planes fly by, but I was so confused. Once I saw the airplane hangar exit sign, I knew this was for our helicopter ride. Well, at least I thought we were, until he said I was wrong.
He parks the car, and I follow him, as we walk quietly through the airport. We reach a large hangar, and a young man is on his phone, leaning against a small jet. The moment Christian approaches him, the man ends his call immediately to return the greeting. They are quietly discussing something, and finally introduces me.
"Ana, this is Robert Schultz, our pilot. Mr. Schultz, this is Ana, my girlfriend." I am taken aback by his girlfriend comment, but I do not argue. I don't want to deter his feelings for me, even though I am unsure what we exactly are. We both greet each other by shaking hands.
Christian looks towards me, "As much as I would like to cash out on the bet you won, I promised a night time helicopter ride. So we will have to wait. Until then, we are going gliding." What the hell is gliding?
"Gliding?"
"We are going to go in this unpowered aircraft," he points to a small white plane that is behind the jet Robert was leaning on. I didn't even see the plane. "Mr. Schultz is going to take us up, and when we are at a good height, he will unhook that aircraft, so we can glide. I will take control from there."
I am stunned by what he wants us to do. Unpowered!? What if something goes wrong? Can he un-unpower that 'flying' white tin can? I look at the glider, the jet, Robert and Christian a couple of times, unsure what to do. I realize my life is pretty shelter despite the drama my mother puts in it. I never done anything adventurous. But looking at Christian's confident face, I can't help but get excited and agree to go gliding.
"Ok, let's go!" Well, it was nice being your inner voice. Maybe in my next life, I can get someone sane. I ignore my inner voice and follow Christian to the glider. He and Robert help me up. It is a bit of a climb and I slip a couple of times, but luckily do not fall. Once I am in my seat, Christian buckles me in. He checks and double checks that I am in securely. I smile at his kind gesture, knowing he wants me safe. He places our communicating headphones on my head, adjusting it to fit perfectly, and turns around to sit in the seat in front of me to buckle himself in. Robert closes the window of the glider and heads to the jet to start it up. Christian checks the door to make sure it is locked closed. I can start to feel the nerves climbing, but I push them down and try to enjoy myself.
We start moving as the jet starts moving out of the hangar. I start to giggle because of how nervous I am. "Are you alright sweetheart?" Christian asks.
"No need to worry about me."
"Enjoy yourself Ana. I will make sure nothing will happen." I slowly calm down knowing he will do his best to keep us safe. As we are going faster, we slowly lift in the air, starting to fly. I can't help but squeeze my eyes. I feel the glider vibrating a little bit, not easing my nerves, but I slowly open my eyes after a few minutes.
We are up in the air, connected by a jet. This is amazing! I cautiously look around. It is such a gorgeous sunny day, as we are flying through the blue sky and fluffy clouds. I enjoy the view of the lake in the distance and the beautiful forested landscape that is below us. But my nerves come rushing back when Christian tells Robert to unhook us. And he does.
"Oh my god!" I scream out. Christian laughs at my nervous excitement. We are flying, I think. Is it still flying if there is no motor? I guess the appropriate term is gliding, of course. No longer is the glider vibrating. The ride is completely smooth and graceful. Christian has us weaving through the sky with absolute ease. I feel like a bird, since you do not have the sounds of the engine. There are even a few ducks flying next to the glider. It's spectacular.
As Christian maneuvers us in the sky, we are starting to descend. I keep enjoying the view and the feeling of gliding as he does this. I even lift my arms above my head as much as I can, feeling the freedom of being in the sky. I'm no longer scared.
Christian gracefully lands the plane back at the hangar. I'm completely dazed as our gliding adventure comes to end. When we come to a stop, Robert comes running towards us. He opens the window, allowing Christian to get out. They both help me out of the plane. When I am officially on the ground, I feel weak in the knees, but luckily Christian holds me up. I decide to hug him, since he has his arms wrapped around me.
"Thank you. That was absolutely incredible." I whisper to him.
"I glad you enjoy it Ana." I look up to him trying to show him truly how much I enjoyed that ride. I was completely scared to do this, but I put my trust in him and he gave me an amazing experience in return, just like last night.
I want to show him my gratitude, but unsure how. I decide I can only do one thing. I kiss him sweetly, and we are practically making out in the airfield. I put as much emotions as I can into the kiss, and he returns it. This has been an amazing day, and it is not even over yet.
~oOo~
"Are you ready Ana?" Christian asks. We are at GEH, specifically Christian's office getting ready for dinner. After our day gliding, Christian and I went back to GEH to do some work. Even though it is the weekend, we both had work to do. It was rather convenient because AMC offices take up two floors of GEH, the 20th and 21st. We parted ways to work at our separate offices for a few hours until 7:00 pm quickly came around. Christian called me, letting me know the dresses arrived.
That's right. Christian had a selection of dresses sent to my office for me to try on. I was unsure how to take his sweet and filthy rich gesture. I insisted I probably had a dress I could wear for dinner tonight at home, but he already had them sent and was going to give the dresses I didn't choose to a clothes charity. So, I accepted the gift. He also bought me shoes.
"All done!" I say, as I come out of his private bathroom and spin in his office. I'm wearing a lite pink flowy halter top dress. There is a beautiful sash wrap around my neck, which makes my spin more dramatic. I feel like a ballerina. As I spin, Christian is carefully checking me out, happy at what he sees. I spin right into him, and he catches me as I'm giggling. "I love this dress."
"Well, you are absolutely stunning in this dress." Christian is looking sexy himself in a black suit and grey silk tie that matches his eyes. He is hugging me tightly, and I am enjoying the embrace. But I can't help but wonder what we are doing tonight.
"Soooooo, what are we doing!?"
"If I am correct, I owe you a helicopter ride." I am officially jumping up and down in his arms and hug him tighter. "I am going to take you on Charlie tango," he named his helicopter, how cute, "and give you a brief tour of downtown Seattle. I am going to take you to the best restaurant in town, Canlis, where we are going to have our first date." This is the best first date ever!
"You sure know how to take a woman out on a date." I gleefully respond. Christian has a sudden change of mood. He lets me go and turns away from me. He is rubbing his head and seems nervous. "What's wrong?"
He shyly looks at me. "I never taken a woman on a date before." I look at him not surprised to be honest. Considering his lifestyle and his crazy work schedule, how could he take someone on a date? It's not like I can judge. "I want ours to be special."
I walk towards him and grab his hands. "Well, you are making our first date very special." He gently kisses my cheek, and we walk out of his office hand in hand. His head of security, Taylor, walks with us, as we enter the elevator. We head up to the helicopter pad at the top of GEH. Once we are outside, I am surprise to see the helicopter was already up and running, as a pilot seem to have recently landed. The wind is blowing my dress, and I feel like Marilyn Monroe as I try to put my dress down. Christian seems to be pleased with the view.
Christian helps me into the helicopter, putting my seatbelt and headphones on. He double checks everything is secure again, and I keep staring at him, completely memorized. He gives me another peck on the lips.
He leaves to give instructions to Taylor, and Taylor leaves the helicopter pad, going back down the building I assume. Christian walks around the helicopter and greets the pilot. The pilot closes both the doors and leaves, waving to me goodbye. Christian replaces him as the pilot. He is securely seated and going through his checks. He briefly winks at me, going back to preparing the helicopter to fly. I am not as nervous like earlier today. At least this aircraft has an engine.
"Ready sweetheart?" He asks through the radio. I nod my head quickly, too excited to say anything. He flips a few switches and we are off.
I grab the seat in excitement, as we are officially flying. I look out at the beautiful clear night sky. The lights of the buildings shine through lighting the night up like Christmas lights. It is absolutely spectacular.
Christian is maneuvering through downtown Seattle, pointing out landmarks. He flies close to the Space Needle, amazed at how high we are. I look at him carefully as he pilots the helicopter. He is focused, but comfortable. He is able to look around, while still concentrating on what is happening inside the helicopter. He talks to what I think is air traffic control giving them messages on where he wants to fly and how far up. He is absolutely sexy, and I am completely turned on.
I thank Christian repeatedly, so gratefully for the helicopter ride, even if I won it on a bet. He told me we will be doing this again, considering he likes to fly for business trips. I will have to remember that for any trips we have in Washington or Portland.
I continue to look outside the window. I am so overwhelmed. I feel a tear slide down my face. I quickly wipe it away, making sure Christian doesn't see me. I don't want Christian to think something is wrong. I am just flabbergasted that right now, I am on a date, in a helicopter, touring downtown Seattle at night, with my boyfriend. I feel so loved right now.
~oOo~
"Tonight was perfect." I tell Christian, as I wrap myself around Christian in the elevator at my condo. He has his arm wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly.
After the helicopter ride, Taylor drove us to Canlis. We had a fantastic meal. The food looked more like art, as we enjoyed a four course contemporary northwestern meal. We had a lite conversation, and Christian was constantly touching me, gently squeezing either my bare shoulders, caressing my knees or rubbing my inner thighs. I was getting wet with all the flirty touches. At the end of the dinner, Taylor drove us back to my condo. The whole night felt romantic. And now, time to seduce him.
Once we are at my door, I ask him, "Would you like some coffee or tea, before you leave?" I ask, inviting him in my condo. I want to be casual, not obviously show him my want for him to stay over tonight
"As much as I want to take your offer, I shouldn't." I visibly look disappointed. He approaches me closer, so he is only matter of inches away from me. "I want nothing more and go into your condo and make you come tonight again," he smugly says. I am feeling warm and tingling in my lower region, and it's taking over my body. "But, I want to take our relationship slow. It only seems right." He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, and takes a few steps back. I look at him dumfounded. "Good night Ana." He is about to turn away and leave, but I grab his arm.
"Now you want to take it slow?! Do you realize how long we have known each other?! How long we have been friends?!" He looks perplexed. "How amazing last night was?" I whisper that last part, as the memory rushes back. He gives me his classic sexy smirk. "We already have a good relationship. No need to take things slow." I take his hand and unlock my door. Once it is open, I look back. "You are absolutely coming over tonight."
I proceed to drag Christian in my condo, upstairs, to my bedroom, giving him only enough time to close and lock the door. I close my bedroom door once we are inside. "You are going to make me come tonight. And, I am going to make you come too." I quickly unzip and take off my dress. I toss it on to the sofa chair in my bedroom. I am in my underwear, as I lay down on my bed, ready for him to take over. I am really nervous, hoping he doesn't think I am too forward or worst slutty. I think he won't have these thoughts, but I know other guys wouldn't like this. Fuck other guys! You are with The Christian Grey!
His shocked expression has disappeared, and all I see is lust. He circles my bed like a lion, seducing his prey. He drag his fingertips across the tops of my breast, and goosebumps slowly appear. I am squirming under Christian's touch and gaze.
"Take off your bra and panty Anastasia." Christian commands. I do, never leaving the bed. He takes off his silk grey tie, and kneels on my bed right next to my side. "I am going to tie your wrists. I promise you I won't hurt you or take this too far. Do you trust me Anastasia?"
"Yes." I breathlessly say, without hesitation, presenting my wrist to him. I am forced to clench my thighs. I am so turn on, I need some type of friction to ease the hunger. Christian ties my wrist, in a detail knot, but it doesn't feel tight. He places my arms above me and tells me, "Don't move." I lie still on the bed, trying my hardest not to move. He bends my legs at the knees and spread my thighs wide. I am spread out for him, and my arousal is starting to overwhelm me. I feel like I need to orgasm, but unsure what to do with this new emotion.
He looks at me for a few seconds, licking his lips and quirking his head to get a better view. I quietly moan, even though he didn't touch me. "You are so sexy Anastasia." He touches my pussy, rubbing me ever so gently. "So very wet for me." I eagerly nod at him, even though I know he can feel how wet I am.
He unbuttons his shirt, takes his shoes, socks, and pants off in one swift motion. He is wearing his boxers, but his dick is begging to come out. He crawls up my body, and I arch my back in response, hoping he will touch me. But he ties me to my bed using the two ends. I am now securely placed on the bed, nowhere else to go. And nowhere else I want to be.
He drags his hands down my arms, down my face, where I close my eyes. I kiss the palm of his hand in appreciation, and he caresses my cheek. He continues to scoot down my body, where he pauses to caress and squeeze my breast and pinch nipples. His touch is intoxicating, as I quietly moan over and over.
After a couple of minutes, he moves his hands from my breasts down my stomach, to my stretched out thighs. He squeezes and massages my inner thighs, gazing at where I want him the most. He luckily places both his thumbs on my pussy, rubbing my folds up and down, spreading my arousal. I arch my body up, feeling like I am going to come already. He takes one thumb, and rub my clit vigorously. He takes his other thumb and rub my folds gently. He takes two fingers and begins to thrust inside me. He is working me like he knows my body for years. Only a few strokes and I come all around him.
He removes his hands as I try to calm down. I lay my legs down on the bed, leavinge me completely stretched. I feel so wonderfully out of breath, closing my eyes to relax through my orgasmic state. When my eyes slowly open, I see Christian is at my side again, but this time completely naked, with his erection near my mouth. I already know what he wants.
He commands, "Suck Anastasia." And I do. I suck him and lick him enthusiastically. At this angle, I have a little trouble controlling my movements, but Christian gently grabs the back of my head and slowly thrusts himself in and out of my moth. He is close to hitting the back of my throat, but he never goes deep. He is using me, and I am pleased I can do this for him. That I can make him feel the way he makes me feel. I look up at him, and he looks like he is in heaven. He is moaning every time I push my tongue against him and suck in my cheeks, so I keep doing that action as much as I can.
"I am going to come Ana." He says breathlessly. I am a little nervous, but try to ready myself for his come. Instead, he removes himself from my mouth, stroke himself a couple of times and comes all over my chest. He moans through his orgasm, and I feel pleased with myself. He collapses right next to me, somewhat out of breath, but thoroughly content.
I look over his beautiful face. He has his eyes closed, as he is relaxing in my bed. He looks so sexy when he looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.
If I am honest with myself, I want to say 'I love you', but I dare not to. You better not. Don't be a clingy freak, who can't handle an orgasm. The last thing I want to do is scare him away. So I smile instead, with love in my eyes. He turns to me, returning a sexy smile. He leans over me and kisses me thoroughly. I am starting to get turned on again with the way he is kissing me, and I can't help but whimper. His kisses are orgasmic. You should bet him that he can't get you off just by kissing. Maybe another time.
Christian abruptly pulls away, curiously looking at me. "You want another orgasm, don't you?" He asks. I am too shy to say anything, so I mouth 'yes'. "I do aim to please."
And he did. Two. More. Times. Sex god!
