*Christian's POV*
I convinced Ana to stay home another week with me, but the week has gone by fast. I'm really enjoying spending all of this one-on-one time with her, but reality calls and we have to go back sometime. This week my stamina has increased greatly, but I think physical therapy has helped with that. Over the last few days I've been able to move freely around the apartment and eat with my girl at the table instead in bed.
Taylor is driving me home from physical therapy after another round of stretching. My shoulder is definitely loosening up and I now only take my meds as needed. I find myself needing them at bed on the evenings after PT, but other than that I go through my day smoothly...well, as smoothly as I can with one arm.
Pulling out my phone, I call the person I've been needing to talk to, but I've been putting off because I haven't wanted to pop Ana and I's bubble this week.
"Grey Publishing, Beth speaking, how may I assist you today?"
"Hello, Beth. This is Christian Grey. Is Jesse around by chance?"
"Oh, Mr. Grey! It's good to hear from you! I hope all is well and you'll be back soon! Let me transfer you."
"Thank you, Beth." I find myself wearing a smile. Beth is a sweet middle-aged woman who has come back to the work world after her children left for college. Her voice is so warm and she's never met a stranger. I'm happy to have her working under my Publishing company.
"Hello, Mr. Grey, what can I do for you?" His voice makes me grind my teeth. Why does this fucker drive me crazy?
"Anastasia has told me that you offered her a job as you interim assistant."
"Yes. I don't want her to feel unwanted here or awkward because she had been fired and brought back. She is great at what she does. She gets this team moving. Not just her department, but throughout GP. Not only did she deal with Elizabeth's bullshit, Tracy says that she has come up with some bright ideas for marketing and she keeps my team motivated."
Really? I knew she was driven and she works her ass off but I hadn't realized just how much of an affect she had at GP. A sense of pride flows through me. I know the GP is meant to be hers one day. "She's a phenomenal woman."
"She is. You are a lucky man, Mr. Grey. She has pride for your company and I know that she'll help make sure it succeeds."
I have no doubt. "What are you interests in Anastasia?" I know I'm being blunt, but he grinds my gears.
"I think I already explained my interests for her to be part of my team, Mr. Grey. That's the extent of my interest."
I mull what he says over in my head. "It's important that I protect what is mine, Jesse."
"You're a smart man, Grey. I feel the same about mine; you've nothing to worry about."
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"Hello..." Wrapping my arm around my girl, I press my groin into the back of her as she's finishing making our dinner.
"Hello to you, too."
"I talked to Jesse today."
"Have you?" She keeps her eyes on the pan as she grills up some zucchini.
"Mmhmm." I nuzzle into her neck. "He told me about everything you're doing at Grey Publishing. You seem to be a crucial part of the company, Ms. Steele." I grind into her, showing my delight with her.
"Oh?" I watch her cheeks color. "I just like to help out. It's fun learning new things and bouncing ideas off of each other. It's good for my soul, Christian. It gives me purpose."
"You're good for my soul." We are so meant to be. She understands part of why I do what I do... and shares the drive with me. Her and I could be unstoppable teamed together.
She giggles lightly at my comment and when I press a kiss to her neck, her head tilts to the side offering her neck in delicious submission. I kiss, nibble and suck until I leave three separate love bites and she's trembling. "It's been a week, Anastasia. Tonight, your mine."
She nods, but doesn't answer. She's panting and I have no doubt I've done my job of getting her ready. Pressing one last kiss to her bruised neck, I release her, stepping back. "But first, food."
"Tease." She pouts, plating our chicken Cordon Bleu with steamed broccoli and grilled zucchini.
"I just need some fuel first and then I'll take care of you." I promise her, pressing a kiss to her mouth and taking a plate from her to place on the kitchen island. "I'll get our silverware."
*Ana's POV*
I barely get the dishes into the sink before he's against me, his hand finding its way under my dress as he tears through the seam of my lace between my legs.
I gasp. "Caveman!"
He spanks my right asscheek, jolting me forward causing me to swear.
Reaching around the front of me his finger finds my clit. "I need between these legs and you're going to give me what I need." His breath is against my neck, making me shiver.
I grind against his hand. "Yes." My head falls back against his chest. He won't find me complaining.
Suddenly his hand is gone. "Come." He takes my hand and pulls me toward the bedroom.
"I was trying to..." I murmur, pouting.
"You're going to rid me of my clothes and after I sit, you'll ride me." He reaches down and unbuttons his pants, helping me get started as my toes curl, gripping into the thick carpet. Dominant Christian turns me on...and he knows it.
As I kneel down to rid him of his pants, I'm delicate around his groin and find myself groaning when it makes itself known, bobbing as his underwear pulls against it. I lick my lips. I haven't given him oral yet, but I think now is the time. He definitely deserves it.
Leaving his pants and underwear bunched at his feet, I look up at him, finding him staring, intrigued. His eyes look so deep tonight. So many different flecks of gray swirling around that I feel like I could get lost. When his tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip, I find my courage and reach up, gripping his thickness in my hand and lean in, swirling my tongue around the head.
He hisses and his hand finds the side of my head stroking. He's panting and I feel him become even harder in my grip. Taking that as a good sign, I take him in my mouth, sucking on just the tip. When he becomes verbal, I take more of him, running my tongue around his shaft awhile I squeeze and pump my hand around the base.
"Fuck, baby. Fuck. So good." He's breathless and panting, spurring my confidence, making my suck harder and bob my head. I taste him in the back of my throat.. a sort of a creamy salty taste and I hum. The taste of Christian.
He startles at my hum, his pelvis thrusting into me. "Damn, baby. You like the taste of me. Tell me how good I taste. Hum again..."
I do what he says and reach up with my hands, gripping his backside to hold him against me and take him as deep as I can, hollowing my cheeks as I hum.
"Fuck...Ana...Coming..." He tries to warn me in between pants and I feel his ass tense in my hands before he lengthens even more and spills into me. I have to pull back just a little to keep his cum from choking me, but I swallow it and suck, hoping to suck him dry. When I feel him deflate a little in my mouth I release him and his penis and he takes a short step back, falling back on the bed.
"Fucking phenomenal." He's still panting and I smile, wiping my face with my hands. He's laying back on the bed, his legs dangling off the edge while his hand is resting on his stomach, making the rise and fall of his abdominals even more defined.
I stand and lay, resting beside him, letting him recuperate. I don't want to put too much pressure on him.
"Finally feel sated, ace?" I give him a smile. The man has been a walking hard-on for days and I'm glad I can ease him. My hand finds his heart and it is pounding.
He shakes his head. "That was the best head I've ever had, but I need to be inside of you. I'm insatiable for you, angel."
"But your heart..." I look down at my hand, still feeling the best hard against my hand.
"Don't worry. I feel great. Help me with my shirt so I can have you." He sits up, kicking his bottoms off of his feet as he does so. I help him take his shirt off while he sits, not wanting to stress his body out more.
When I'm finished with him, I pull my dress over my head and shove down my shredded panties, letting him get comfortable against the fabric headboard.
"Climb on, baby. I'm ready for you." Patting his hip, he wiggles his eyebrows making me giggle as I crawl toward him.
Throwing a leg over him, he pushes himself down until I shuffle up, snug against his arm and he slowly releases, guiding himself to me. I let out a long moan as I sink onto him.
"Christ, I've missed you." He smiles at me through hooded eyes.
I swallow back tears. "Me, too. Slow and steady, Christian. I need to make this count. You're here. You're safe. You..." I shake my head, knowing if I keep talking I'll burst into tears.
"I am here. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time, baby. Feel me. Let me show you. Let me remind you."
Pulling the hair tie out of my hair, my bun unravels and his fingers grip the hair close to the nape of my neck, pulling my head closer. His lips find mine and I sink into the kiss, letting him take the lead. I can tell he needs to control our lovemaking and I let him have it. I know he wishes he could be the one enveloping me, pressing me into the mattress, but we have to make do with what we're dealt right now. I love him like this.
Pulling on my hair, my chin lifts up and his teeth nips at it. "Move."
My hips begin to move before I even comprehend what he's really said and it amazes me how my body obeys him. God, he's so fucking sexy.
He continues where he left off on my neck, leaving love bites from one side of my neck to the other.
I clench around his length as I move up and down, and he groans into my neck.
"You're so wet for me, angel." He pulls out of my neck and presses another kiss to my lips. "I've missed you so much and this shows me you have, too."
I hum in response and pick up my pace a little, making us both moan. My forehead rests against his and his eyes are so hooded they are barely open.
"That feel good, Christian?" I nuzzle against his nose.
"You have no idea."
I smile. "I might."
"I'm thankful for the mouth fuck, angel. I would have already blown if not." His hand leaves the back of my head, his finger tips ghosting down my back, causing me to shiver. His hand finds my backside, gripping it, pulling me impossibly closer. My round stomach is pressed against his hard abs, his sling resting in the crevice between my chest and stomach so that my breasts are pressed against his chest.
My head falls back as it causes him to slip in deeper. He begins to move his hips, his pelvis rolling into me and I cry out.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" He holds me to him using his grip on my backside. "More?"
I whimper and nod. "Don't stop. Please, Christian..." My forehead finds his again and I wrap both arms around his neck, holding on tight. "Please make me come."
My eyes are closed, but I can feel him smirking. "Since you asked so nicely..."
*Christian's POV*
Ana offered me my meds for tonight and I asked her to leave them in the dish on the bedside table. They knock me out and I need to stay awake longer than she does. Considering she can barely keep her eyes open, I don't think it'll be long. I managed to make her come three time around my dick and once more while she laid, trying to recover from the first three. I want her sated and happy when she falls asleep.
To help lull her to sleep, I turn on a movie and snuggle into bed with her, hoping the background noise will cover up the sound of my movement.
Her hand finds my heart and I nuzzle into her hair. "Sleep, baby. I'll keep you warm."
A small smile forms on her face, but she doesn't bother to stir or answer me. I've exhausted my girl and it's so damn satisfying.
When her body relaxes, molding into mine and her breathing evens out, I wait another thirty minutes. It's a long thirty minutes. My body is exhausted and my shoulder is aching from my therapy earlier in the day. I know if I wait much longer to take my meds my shoulder is going to start spasming and cramping...which hurts like a fucking bitch. When thirty minutes are up, I slowly pull my arm up, letting her head slip against the pillow. I hold my breath and still. She mumbles in her sleeps and turns to her right side, but doesn't wake.
Releasing the breath I was holding, I sit up and turn, resting on the side of the bed so I can take my medication first. I am so anxious about how she is going to react when she notices and I'm hoping the meds will calm my heart rate and make me drowsy enough to sleep.
I make my way toward the walk-in closet, my feet quiet against the carpeted floor. Even if we had wood I could do it quietly, my previous experience as a Dom had me learning to walk heel to toe so my footsteps were inaudible in the playroom. I didn't want any of my contracts knowing where I was at any given time. Stalking and prowling are my specialty. Watching the contracts tied up and blind had been my favorite part. I was a predator back then. Now that I have Anastasia, my favorite part is the skin-to-skin. The fact that she can freely touch me and I have no anxiety about it is so intimate to me. I have a level of intimacy so deep with her that I wouldn't even be able to fathom it without experiencing it myself. I am open, raw, and vulnerable and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I can be open and needy with her about our intimacy and she responds to it eagerly. She doesn't find me weak or emasculate me for it. I've never allowed myself to love like this... or wanted to love like this until she came along. I'm like a little boy who's found affection for the first time and I need to soak up every second that I can.
And then finding out today her drive for Grey Publishing... her need to see it do well and to bring out the best in the employees... fuck. She wants her hands in the middle of it and I'll let her. She can move fluidly through each of the departments and I know they're going to be better for it. I'm going to find a new position for her. Not a management because she wants to work her way up herself which I will respect... but some sort of floating administrative assistant so she can really get her hands dirty. Then, eventually when she feels like she's ready or moved up the line enough, I'll let her take over. It's meant to be hers. It is no coincidence that she ended up in Elliot's basement that evening... no coincidence that she needed a job and had that interview and it was no coincidence that I had already started looking into publishing. The peices are coming together and I'm hoping that when she sees what I've done, it'll bring us one step closer to our dream.
Squatting down to search for what I need from the back of the closet, I know I'm going to have to be really careful about how I'm going to pull this off without Ana finding out too soon.