I squeal When he swings open the door to his bedroom, and giggle as he sits on the edge of the bed, lifting the back of my dress, he rests his hand on my backside

"do you trust me Anastasia?" he asks, and I glance over my shoulder meeting his eyes, I nod slowly and the corners of his lips turn up as he holds my gaze and says

"I'm going to spank you six times Anastasia, I want you to count with me" his voice is soft, authoritive, as he caresses my backside, I try to steady myself, my heart ramming against my chest. I'm positioned so my chest is resting on the bed and he's sitting at an angle

My eyes widen like I think he's going to start laughing but he doesn't, his eyes remain neutral, dark and his breathing labored "ok" I answer breathless as he runs his fingers lower, over my slit, I bite my arm to mute my moans and peak over my shoulder to see him watching his hand as it caresses my backside, then disappears, landing with a sharp slap to my left cheek, I gasp and sink my teeth into my arm. Jesus

"Count Anastasia" he demands and I lift my head, his hardness poking against my stomach, I circle my hips and he inhales sharply.

"One" I whisper, my voice unrecognizable, my chest rising and falling, matching the quick beat of my heart. his hand disappears again and again until we finally reach five and wetness pools between my legs, I moan loudly as his hand disappears for the final time and comes down at the apex of my thighs, then he sinks two fingers inside me and I spasm around his fingers, my body shaking, he continues to move his fingers until I go limp and reach my hand back as a silent plea to stop. He flips me over and slides his hand under my back , lifting me, his mouth attacks mine and I move my legs so I'm straddling his, our tongues meet in a battle of dominance as his hand finds the zipper of my dress, he lifts it over my head revealing my bra-less chest, he groans, cupping my breast, his thumbs sweeping over my nipples.

he stands lowering me until my back hits the comforter, his hands move to the first button of his shirt undoing each one, revealing the expanse of his chest, my teeth sink into my bottom lip as he pushes the shirt from his shoulders and turns, the muscles of his back flexing as he retrieves something from the floor, I lift my head trying to see what it is and he smiles wickedly as he climbs up the bed to rest between my spread legs, he sits back on his legs and brings the can of whipped cream into view oh shit he rest the tip of the can against my nipple and squeezes until its invincible, doing the same to the other, He drops the can beside us on the bed and leans forward pressing a kiss to my lips, he kisses his way down my neck, his tongue trailing a line until his mouth covers my nipple, my back arches as he rubs his dick over my slit at the same time, before sinking inside, he licks my nipples clean as I match him thrust for thrust, he moves up my body taking my bottom lip between his teeth, his hands find mine, entwining our fingers, he lifts them above my head as his eyes meet mine and I whisper against his lips

"I missed you" he looks at me strangely, like it's the first time he's seeing me. I shake my hands from his grip and frame his face, bringing his lips to mine as the tingling starts at my toes and travels to rest behind my eyes, I sink my teeth into his neck and suck hard as my body spasms beneath his

"fuuuck Ana" he buries his face in my hair as his hips jerk, prolonging my orgasm, I drop my hand to rest in the centre of his back and he stiffens but soon relaxes when I drop my head, trailing kisses across his shoulder, he lifts his head doing the same to me, his lips trailing across my collar bone, goose bumps following. I move loose strands from his forehead and run my fingers through his hair

"stay tonight?" he asks lifting his eyes to meet mine, I tilt my head to the side and purse my lips like I'm thinking about it, then nod and the smile that spreads across his face is beautiful

"But whatever will we do?" I ask innocently then giggle as he hoist my legs higher over his hips and rubs his hard on against my slit

"we'll think of something".


I wake with the urge to pee and wiggle free from Christians vice grip around my waist, I spot the clock on the night stand to read 4am and stand unsteadily, trying to navigate my way to the bathroom, the light from the moon illuminating the way, I walk through an open door and flick the switch, the ache between my legs growing with every step. I do my business and wash my hands, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as naked as the day I was I born, my hair looks a tangled mess and I count two purple marks appearing on my breast. I would be pissed if I hadn't enjoyed it so much. I smile biting my bottom lip, I look happy…and thoroughly fucked.

I switch off the light and try to locate my panties then remember I didn't wear any. I bend grabbing Christian shirt from the floor and slip it on. I walk to the kitchen and fill a glass of water, walking to the piano, I contemplate for a minute before sitting on the bench and set my glass beside me. I rest my fingers on the keys and try to remember the words my piano teacher had told me so many years ago, I used to love playing but after my mom died, my passion for music kind of did too. I take a deep breath and slowly move my fingers over the keys, smiling sadly at how easy it came back to me. I close my eyes feeling my shoulders relax.

When I open them again, I swear I see someone from the corner of my eye standing in the doorway to the hall but when I look again its empty. I shake my head taking my glass to the sink and walk back to Christians room. He's lying on his back, one hand under the sheet, the other resting under the edge of my pillow, I slip his shirt off my shoulders and climb in beside him, pressing a kiss to his chest, he groans softly, his hand coming from under the pillow to rest on my boob. He gives it a squeeze and sighs contently, I roll my eyes men.


I wake to a hard rod poking me in the back and lips on my shoulder, I turn cracking an eye to find Christian propped up on his elbow looking so sexy it should be illegal, his grey eyes bright with boyish glint, I roll over and burrow my face in his neck, "five more minutes" I mumble and he chuckles

"morning baby"

"hmmm morning" I mumble against his chest "what time is it?"

"just after eight" his fingers trail down my spine, rolling us until he's on top, I lock my hands behind his neck and open my eyes

"do you hate sleep, its Saturday" I groan "also look at what you did" I point down at my chest and his eyes follow, he tilts his head and smiles sheepishly

"sorry" he drops his head pressing his lips to the tender marks and I whimper as his tongue peaks out circling my nipple

"breakfast or sex?" he mumbles and I shift my hips answering his question

"good choice"


"Morning Miss Steele" the woman who served us dinner last night smiles politely as I walk through the great room

"Morning Miss Jones" I smile as I slide onto the stool beside Christian

"what can I get you for breakfast?" she looks at me expectantly as she places an omlet in front Christian

"you don't have to…"

"Anastasia, you have to eat" Christian says as he picks up his fork

"I know that. But I'm not going to let her make breakfast for me Christian, I can do that myself"

"Anastasia it's her job" Christian lips set in a thin line as he turns his hard stare on me, I match it not backing down

"Please Miss Steele, it is my Job" she looks at me her smile not wavering and I give in

"granola, if you have it please" she nods her head as I glare at the stubborn ass beside me

"I have to go into the office for a few hours" I thank miss Jones when she places the granola in front of me and take a bite as she excuses herself

"ok" the elevator pings drawing our attention to the foyer and Christian stiffens the moment he sees who steps out. Miss big creepy blonde from the mile-high nightclub struts in like she owns the place clad in a skin tight black dress, black heels and pearls rest around her neck, her eyes take in the scene, her eyes traveling between Christian and I. A fake smile plasters across her face as she walks closer, her eyes landing on my hair, still wet from our shower

"Anastasia how nice to see you" she sticks out her hand and manners win out as I shake it nodding politely

"Elena" Christian nods curtly as he rises from his seat, her hand comes to rest on his forearm and he stiffens as her eyes rake over his body and A sudden wave of nausea hits me. I really don't like this woman.

"What can I help you with Elena?" Christian shift so I'm blocked from her view, and folds his arms over his chest

"I was wondering if I could speak with you…" she pauses "in private" Christian glances over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine, At his silence, I peak around his waist to see her smile falter.

I stand resting my hand on Christians waist and kiss his shoulder "it's ok Christian, I have to go home and change anyway, why don't you speak with Elena and I'll be back in an hour" he turns circling my waist and leads us out of ear shot

"are you sure?" at the look on his face all the anger from his earlier breakfast stubbornness dissipates and I smile

"yes, I'm just going to change and grab my bag" a gasp from beside us draws my attention to Elena whose eyes are glued to my hands that are resting against Christians chest, I frown looking between them

A look of longing fills Elena's eyes and, I take a step back letting Christians hands drop

"Taylor will take you" Christian calls for Taylor, who appears a few seconds

"I'll be back soon" I press a quick kiss to his lips and grab my clutch before heading toward the elevator

Once inside with Taylor in tow, a knot of uneasiness forms low in stomach as a thought comes unbidden and unwanted into my head and my subconscious sneers something happened between them.

i hate Elena grrr, but thats just me. anyway thanks for reading and please Review :) fyi i wrote those scenes to the fsd soundtrack