Chpt. 34 APOV:

"Are you meeting me at Dr. Greene's office?" I ask as we finish our breakfast; today is my 12 week appointment, we are hoping to hear the baby's heartbeat today.

"Yes, I have a meeting that should end just in time for me to get to the appointment. I promise I won't miss it," he assures me.

"Mr. Grey, Ms. Steele, are you ready to leave?" Taylor asks.

"We're ready," Christian says.

The morning passes by quickly, I'm busy reading through possible manuscripts that have received mixed reviews from my editors while trying to make sense of the financial statement I recently received. As much as I love my job, I truly hate the financial reports that I have to review each month. Thankfully my finance guy has simplified it as much as he can and now he points out areas that are concerning. We have finally finished paying our penalty fee for breaking the lease on the other building so our bottom line is more positive this month than in the previous months. We are still paying a pretty high amount for the office space at Seattle E Books but for right now it's not having a negative impact but in time I think we will move them into the space upstairs that we are renting from GEH. As nervous as I was about moving into this building and the impact of my relationship with Christian, I realize now that I was nervous over nothing. Renting the space here is purely business; other than occasionally having lunch together and texts here and there I have little interaction with Christian during the work day. We both have our separate businesses that we are running and they don't have much overlap with each other especially given how opposite our industries are.

"Ana, we should leave now to get to the appointment on time," Sawyer announces.

"Yes, I'm just about ready," I say as I put several folders and my laptop into my bag.

We arrive a few minutes early for the appointment; however Christian is not there yet. I texted him twice to remind him of the appointment and to see if he was coming but he hasn't responded. When the nurse calls my name I am immediately reminded of the last time I was here, when I didn't think Christian would show up especially after his less than positive reaction to the news. Just as I stand up to meet the nurse the waiting room door flies open Christian rushes to my side.

"Sorry, meeting ran late," he pants.

"I'm just glad you made it," I whisper as we follow the nurse back to the exam room.

"You've gained three pounds," she announces as I step onto the scale.

"Is that good? Shouldn't it be more?" Christian asks.

"Actually that's pretty typical by this point," the nurse reassures him. "Your blood pressure is normal. Dr. Greene will be in shortly."

"Are you going back to the office after this?" I ask as we wait for the doctor.

"No, I have a few things to take care of yet today but I'm going to handle it from the apartment," he answers.

"Same here," I agree.

"I have to fly to Portland next week to meet with a couple department heads about a grant for the university that I've been sponsoring. I'll probably be back late," he says.

"Okay, I have a few meetings but nothing that will run too late," I explain.

"Sawyer will be with you of course, just let him know if you need anything," he replies.

"I'll be fine," I assure him.

"Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey…it's wonderful to see you both again," Dr. Greene says entering the room. "How are you feeling Ana?"

"Less tired, thankfully," I laugh. "The nausea has really let up too."

"That's good," she reads over my chart. "You are right at end of the your first trimester; this is when most women start to feel better. Your energy will probably slowly begin to return and you may find your appetite has returned as well. Are you ready to hear the heartbeat?"

"Yes please," I answer.

Christian comes to my side, holding my hand as Dr. Greene lifts my shirt and places a towel just into the waistband of my pants. She squirts cold gel onto my stomach causing me to shiver before she maneuvers a wand around. I'm not sure what we're supposed to be hearing but right now it just sounds like static and an occasion swoosh in the background.

"Do you hear that?" she asks as we suddenly hear a fast thumping noise.

"What is that?" Christian asks concerned.

"That's your baby's very strong heartbeat Mr. Grey," Dr. Greene smiles.

"That noise? That's a heartbeat?" I ask surprised.

"Yup," she confirms. "Everything is right on track, do you have any questions?"

"No," Christian and I both say at the same time.

"I will see you in about four weeks, be sure to schedule your next appointment on the way out," Dr. Greene says before leaving the room allowing me to clean up before we leave.

"Are you okay? You've been so quiet since we left the doctor's appointment?" I ask as we arrive back to Escala.

"I….hearing the heartbeat….it was….." Christian stutters.

"I know," I smile. "It makes it so real."

"Yeah….I mean I know we saw the baby on the ultrasound but actually hearing a heartbeat…I've never heard anything like that," he admits.

"Me neither, I didn't know what to expect," I agree.

"You really feel okay? You weren't just saying that?" he asks worried.

"Christian, I feel fine," I assure him. "I'm no longer falling asleep right after dinner, I have more energy and my stomach doesn't turn at the mention of food anymore."

"Do you think you….do you want to…." Christian takes a deep breath.

"Do I want to what Christian?" I ask confused.

"Do you think you might want to play tonight?" he asks nervously.

"Oh," I blush realizing what he's asking. We haven't been in the playroom since we told my dad the news. Of course we have been having sex almost daily, but we haven't been to the playroom in weeks. "I'd love to play tonight."

"Meet me upstairs in a few minutes," I tell him after dinner before I quickly take off for the steps.

I can feel my panties damp with excitement before I even unlock the playroom door; the mere thought of being in here again is turning me. I quickly strip out of my clothes, pausing to look in the full length mirror that's by the door. Of course you can't tell that I'm pregnant but I think I can start to see a little bump in my lower stomach. My once flat stomach is definitely not as flat and firm as it used to be; I smile at the realization of why that is. I drop to my knees as I hear Christian's footsteps outside the playroom door. My eyes are fixed to the floor, my legs spread wide apart and my hands relaxed on my thighs.

"Do you remember your safewords?" Christian asks shutting the door behind him.

"Yes sir," I confirm.

"Be sure to use them if you need to, but otherwise I want you quiet tonight," he says.

"Yes sir," I reply.

Christian quickly moves about the room, leaving me on the floor in front of the door while he finds everything he needs. Soft music is played throughout the room, providing a nice relaxing feel as I lose myself in the soft tone, momentarily forgetting where we are. Christian guides me into a standing position before placing a silk blindfold over my eyes, placing me in complete darkness as I feel Christian guide me around the room.

"Hold your arms above your head," Christian commands.

I immediately comply, expecting him to attach my wrists to the overhead grid but to my surprise he doesn't even touch my arms. I feel him wrapping what feels like a silk cloth around my breasts, it never actually touches my nipples but wraps around my actual breasts and my back several times. I can feel the excitement growing with the uncertainty of what he has planned and of what he is doing right now. I'm dying to ask what he has planned but I know better; I trust Christian and when we come in here I give my body to him. I feel Christian tie the binding behind my back before he brings my arms down, holding them against my lower back as he places soft handcuffs around my wrists.

"You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now," Christian says as he takes my nipple into his mouth sucking hard on it.

Click

I freeze, unless I'm mistaken that was the sound of a camera.

"Sir?" I ask cautiously.

"Do you need to safeword?" Christian asks concerned.

"No sir…." I pause. "Did you just take a picture of me naked?"

"Yes," he confirms.

"But-" I ask worried.

"I will explain later; you don't need to be concerned about it right now," he says firmly.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," I whisper.

I don't know what I was worried about; Christian is so protective with everything that I know he wouldn't let anyone have access to a naked picture of me. I slowly let out the breath I was holding and gasp as Christian's mouth immediately finds my other nipple. He sucks hard on it while his fingers pinch the other nipple, twisting it ever so slightly. His other hand pushes my thighs apart and immediately finds my sex.

"You're so wet…you like this don't you?" He asks as he takes my nipple between his teeth while pinching the other one.

"Ahhhh Yes sir," I moan.

"Have you missed coming in here?" he asks.

"Yes sir," I answer honestly.

I'm right on the edge as finger gently rubs against my clit, pushing me that much closer to the edge. I'm panting and desperately trying to hold back the orgasm that is finally within reach. Just when I think I can't hold it back much longer, Christian slips a finger into my sex curling it just so he hits that spot deep inside of me.

"Come Ana!" Christian commands and before he even finishes the orgasm takes over; without knowing it I'm grinding myself against his hand trying to get more from him as the need takes over.

I moan when Christian removes his finger from me, but I'm immediately relieved when he steps closer so his erection is against my sex, he moves my hips so he is between my folds and I can feel my juices coat him. The finger that was just inside of me is at my lips, Christian gently pushes it inside of my mouth so I can taste my own release. A few moments later he pulls his finger from my mouth and steps away; I immediately miss his hands on me as his warmth is replaced by cool air. I have no idea what he is doing but it feels like he is away from me for several minutes before I finally feel him return to me. He gently urges me to spread my legs further apart as his fingers once again find my sex. Despite the orgasm moments ago, my body is on edge again desperately wanting more from Christian. I gasp as he inserts something into me; I can immediately tell it's not then ben wa balls but I'm not entirely sure what it is. When the vibrations start I immediately recognize the toy, it's a smaller version of what he used with me when we went to his parent's house one night.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes sir," I pant.

"I want you to come when you can in here tonight," Christian says. "You don't need to wait for me to tell you to come."

"Yes sir," I reply.

Christian leads me over to the bed, where he positions me bent over his legs as his hands roam up and down my thighs and ass. Slap! Christian lightly slaps my ass with his hand, the simple motion causing the item to move around inside of me as it vibrates sending me closer to the edge. Slap! Slap! Slap! Christian's hand comes down three more times; although my ass stings, it doesn't hurt but is just enough force to cause the vibrating ball to move around inside of me.

"You're so wet," he says as he runs his fingers through my now drenched folds.

Slap! This time his lands right on my sex and is just what I needed to push me over the edge. I come silently as Christian's hand remains firm on my sex, gently rubbing my clit as the orgasm takes over. The orgasm is somewhat disappointing as it is not nearly as strong as the ones I usually have; I can feel my body is still on edge and desperate for a release. Christian quickly stands me up, unhooks my arms from behind my back and lifts me onto the bed. I feel him climb on the bed next to me, he arranges my body as he deems necessary; I'm lying on my side with my arms in front of me. Christian moves around the bed, and I feel the bed dip next to me as he lays down next to me. I gasp when the vibrations inside of me suddenly increase and I immediately feel a gush of juices between my legs as the excitement builds. Christian's hands gently pull me on top of him, positioning my thighs so I am straddling his face; my hands quickly find his hard erection which is inches from my face in this position.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," he moans as I take him into my mouth, bringing him as deep as I can in this position. "That's it baby….don't stop…."

Christian's hands are holding my thighs apart as his mouth quickly finds my sex, his tongue lapping the juices which I can now feel are flowing from me as the excitement quickly builds. I'm having a difficult time focusing on Christian and find myself gagging several times as he thrusts himself deeper into my mouth. As the need builds, I'm moaning around his dick which in turns causes him to moan against me the vibrations of this nearly pushing me over the edge. My undoing is when Christian pulls the vibrating ball from me and replaces it with his tongue.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream as the orgasm hits me harder than the previous two.

Christian is desperately trying to hold my hips still as I try to push against him further, needing something more from him as I ride out my orgasm.

"I need you," he moans as he gently urges me to move down his body.

I expect him to turn me around but instead he urges me to crawl down him, so I'm straddling him while facing his feet. I reach between us, rubbing his erection against my swollen folds before slowly taking him in. I feel myself stretch around him, my sex still throbbing from the multiple orgasms; as I finally take all of him he urges me to sit straight up allowing him to slide even deeper into me.

"You're so tight….so hot and so tight," he moans. "Ride me baby, I want to watch you fuck me."

I blush as his blunt words but at the same time find myself incredibly turned on by the thought of what he must be able to see in this position. His hands leave my hips and I feel him move something around by his head, I blush further at the realization that he likely just propped his head up on a pillow giving him a better view. Christian thrusts himself into me further, silently reminding me of his last request. I lean forward, placing my hands on the bed for support and slowly slide him in and out of me.

"That's so fucking hot….Oh God…..watching your sweet pussy take me like this….don't stop…." He pants.

My face is red hot at his words, but I can't help the arousal that builds knowing that he is so aroused by me right now. Despite the orgasms moments ago, my body is once again on the edge; I can't remember the last time I came so many times in one scene with Christian.

"Can you come again? Please tell me you can come again….I love the way you grip me so tight when you come…." Christian begs.

"I….Yes….so close," I moan, his words once again nearly sending me over the edge.

"Play with your clit while you fuck me," he instructs.

I moan loudly as my fingers find my oversensitive hard bud just above our connection.

"That's it….you're gripping me so tight….fuck you look as hot as you feel right now!" Christian exclaims as I struggle to move against him as the sensations begin to overwhelm me.

"AHHHHHHHHH! CHRISTIAN!" I scream as the orgasm rips through my body and I lose all sense of reality.

Christian's hands immediately find my hips as my hands hold onto the bed for support. He moves my body up and down on him, prolonging my orgasm even further as his own need takes over. My body remains on edge, not being able to fully come down from the orgasm as he continues thrust in and out of me, hitting my g spot every time.

"Oh God! ANA! OH BABY….don't stop….don't!" he screams as I feel him find his release deep inside of me as he continues to move me against him, this time much slower.

After several minutes of trying to catch our breaths, Christian gently lifts me off of him and lays me on my side next to him. He quickly goes to the bathroom and returns with warm washcloth to clean both of us up. He slowly removes the silk binding that was around my chest before removing the blindfold and pulling me close to him.

"That was…." He kisses me deeply.

"Yeah…." I agree, there just are no words to describe that scene.

Christian and I just lay there, I'm not sure for how long but he holds me against for what feels like hours. I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I know our alarm clock is going off and I'm back in our bed. Christian's side of the bed is empty but I can hear the shower water going in the bathroom so I know he hasn't been up that long.

The following week: CPOV

"I'll probably be gone when you wake in the morning," I remind Ana as we climb into our bed.

"I remember," she smiles. "You and Taylor are flying to Portland, Sawyer will be with me."

"I'll be home late though, as I have to stay for some awards dinner they are having for university benefactors," I complain. "I wish you could join me."

"I know, but my schedule is really busy tomorrow. I have a meeting with the editors at SIP and another meeting over at Seattle E Books, plus several calls," she yawns.

"Let's get to sleep," I turn off the light and wrap my arms around Ana.

If you would have told me when I met Ana almost two years ago in Taiwan that we would be living together, completely in love and expecting a baby I would have told you that you were crazy. I never thought of myself as the settling down type; I never thought I would have a family. Since the day I met Ana, or Rose as I first knew her, I immediately knew that wasn't like anyone I had ever met. Since she moved in with me, my nightmares are almost completely gone, I still have them of course but they are much less frequent and she is able to wake me almost immediately. I sleep so soundly with her that it even surprises me, especially given how little sleep I used to focus on. The BDSM component of our relationship is certainly not what I expected when I first started looking into the lifestyle. Initially I thought our connection was so strong because of BDSM and that was why I felt more connected to her than with any of the other women I had been with. I thought I needed BDSM as a means of control in my life but as our relationship has progressed our time in the playroom has become less frequent. Often a week or two will pass before either of us realizes we haven't been in there awhile. Even when things at work are crazy, sometimes just coming home and having dinner with Ana is enough to ease the tension. We both seem to enjoy our time in the bedroom just as much as we enjoy our time in the playroom.

Be sure to let Sawyer know if you need anything today –C

I will, stop worrying! –A

See you tonight –C

I love our simple text exchanges, it's funny how something so simple can make me smile. It's been almost a month since we told our families about the baby and I still haven't spoken to my dad. He has emailed and called me several times but I just can't seem to face him after what he said about Ana. I was so pissed at him that night, he essentially ruined what should have been a happy night for everyone. My mom has desperately tried to get us to talk but I'm just not ready to hear his excuses; I know he is just going to say that he was trying to protect me or look out for my best interests. To me nothing excuses the fact that he basically insinuated that Ana may have slept around or have altered her birth control to purposely trap me. I get that we haven't known each other for very long, but anyone who meets Ana can tell she is not that type of person.

My day slowly passes by as I spend hours with people doing nothing but kissing my ass because I donated money to the university. I hate attending things like this but my public relations department assures me I need to as it looks good for business. Personally I would rather just write a check and see the reports that they send me quarterly of the work being completed under the grants I fund. Instead here it is, the time I normally would be meeting Ana to head home and I'm stuck in room with uptight people who have had way too much to drink.

"Mr. Grey, we need to leave right now," Taylor quickly approaches me and picks up my laptop bag from the floor next to me before I can even respond. I can tell by the look in his eyes that something is wrong, that something has happened.

"Taylor, what's going on?" I ask as he practically pulls me through the building to the awaiting SUV.

"Someone has Ana," Taylor says as he pushes me into the car.

"WHAT?!" I scream.

"Sawyer dropped Ana off at Escala around four-" Taylor begins.

"No, she was supposed to be working, she had a call scheduled," I interrupt recalling her calendar; a couple of weeks ago we decided to give each other electronic permission to view our work calendars which is helpful when we need to schedule Ana's doctor appointments or something.

"Her call was cancelled, she finished a meeting at Seattle E books and told Sawyer she wanted to work the rest of the day from home," Taylor explains. "When he brought Ana home, Gail informed him that she needed to run to the market to pick up a few things. Ana insisted that Sawyer go with her seeing as she wasn't planning on leaving the apartment. Sawyer tried to refuse but…well you know how insistent Ana can be. We haven't received any threats against either of you and Ana swore that she wouldn't leave the apartment. Gail and Sawyer returned less than thirty minutes later to find the apartment empty."

"We need to get back to Escala Taylor!" I scream.

"I have a pilot meeting us at Charlie Tango to fly us home, we should be there within an hour," Taylor says.

"Have the police been notified? Barney and Welsh? What do the security cameras show?" I demand.

"The security cameras were cut, in fact it appears all power was cut to the apartment moments after Sawyer left. Welsh and Barney are pulling footage from Escala's cameras, hopefully we will get something off of those," Taylor explains.

"Who the fuck has her Taylor?" I scream.

"We don't know yet sir, we will find out," he vows.

"We need to find her," I insist.