Christian's POV
Mommy is happier today. I like it when Mommy's happy. She's brushing her hair and smiling. I like it when Mommy smiles.
Mommy sees me and asks me to come over.
"You want to brush my hair, Maggot?"
I nod enthusiastically. I like brushing Mommy's hair.
I brush and brush Mommy's hair. I get all the tangles out and Mommy smiles again.
She picks me up and sits me on her lap. She kisses my head and hugs me tight.
"We're gonna be okay, Maggot", she whispers in my ear.
"We're gonna be okay."
I wake startled and momentarily conflicted. For a second, I forget where I am. Right, Ana's. I'm at Ana's place. The realization is comforting. I look over my shoulder and see she's resting peacefully, her breasts rising and falling with every breath and her lips slightly parted. She looks adorable. I carefully move some stray strands of hair away from her face and she slightly shifts as I do. I sit up and continue to watch her, almost forgetting what it felt like when I watched her before she left, crying in her room after I hit her. I shudder at the thought.
Don't go there, Grey. She's here now.
But for how long? Could we make it work this time? She's left once but would she do it again? God, I hope not. Once was enough. I can't go through that again. Once was enough.
I sit up carefully, cautious not to disturb her, grab my jeans from off the floor, and step into the living room. I head for the kitchen and grab a glass from the cupboard before heading for the sink and pouring myself a drink. I drink slowly but welcome the liquid to my throat. After I finish, I set the glass in the sink and rest my hands on the edge.
I'm here with Ana. After two weeks of not seeing her, she's finally back in my life. Has any Submissive ever left me like this?
Never. Except her.
I lower my head to take in my thoughts. I talked with Elena and Dr. Flynn about my feelings for Ana, and both of them told me that I should tell her how I feel. I didn't know this emotion in full until she left me but being with her now, I know that it's more intense. I never felt more afraid when she confessed them to me though.
"I've fallen in love with you, Christian", I whisper.
"Ana, you can't love me."
"Why?"
"Because of what I did to you. Look at you. I can't make you happy."
"But you do make me happy."
"Not at the moment, not doing what I want to do."
I remember a time when Carrick was teaching me how to dive from the high board and how my brief fear escaped from me as soon as I hit the water. Ana was different. My fear was unspoken until that moment, but never in a million years would I have ever expected her to say those words to me, even after what I did to her. Even now, she still feels the same and I don't know whether to feel relieved or confused. I kept telling myself that it wasn't true. She couldn't love me. How could anyone love a monster? Or a fucked-up son of a bitch as someone once called me?
No, don't go there, Grey.
Even the realization that I was in love with Ana is something I wasn't expecting in the slightest, but after all this, it makes sense. I do love her and can't imagine my life without her by my side. Fuck the paperwork. I just want her as she is. Beautiful, innocent, inexperienced Ana that I've loved more than any woman in my life.
Sappy, Grey.
I don't fucking care.
I then sense someone nearby and look up to see Ana wearing a bathrobe and leaning by the door. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail and the robe opens slightly around her slim figure, briefly coming undone to show off her flawless skin. Fuck, she looks hot. My cock stirs in agreement.
"Good morning, Anastasia", I remark.
"Good morning", she answers sweetly. "I woke up and you weren't there."
"I didn't want to disturb you", I respond as I step closer and break the space between us. I plant a quick kiss on her lips.
"I wouldn't mind", she replies coyly. Oh?
"Is that a challenge, Miss Steele?"
"Always, Mr. Grey." As always, not what I was expecting but sooner or later, she always disarms me.
Accepting her proposal, I pick her up in my arms and carry her to her bedroom. I gently lie her on the bed and kiss her softly, followed by a reward of her smiling in return.
"Do you trust me?", I ask.
"Of course I do", she breathes.
"Good. Stay here then. I want to try something with you", I respond and she looks at me quizzically in return. I smirk at her expression but leave before she has a chance to protest. I head for the kitchen and open the freezer. Fortunately, I find what I need. I grab a spoon from a drawer nearby and make my way back for Ana's bedroom. She looks at the items in my hand and her brows furrow as well.
"Ice cream?", she asks.
"You don't miss much, Miss Steele", I answer, remembering the last time she gave me the same reaction.
"Stay still", I order and set the carton down on the side table with the spoon close behind. I untie Ana's robe and motion for her to sit up so I can take it off. I'm then pleased that she's not wearing anything underneath. Good girl. I then take the sash from her robe before tossing the robe on the ground, and then wrap the sash around her wrists before tying them to the head of the bed.
"This feels familiar", she smirks and I'm then reminded of the last time I tied her up on her bed. The thought is pleasing.
"I remember that. I just have something a little different in mind."
"What is it?"
"Always so impatient, Miss Steele."
"Likewise, Mr. Grey."
"Touché", I respond as impassively as I can manage but fail miserably.
"Do you want to blindfold me, too?", she suddenly asks out of nowhere. Whoa, baby. We're not going that far just yet.
"So persistent, Miss Steele, but no, I'm not."
"Why?" I let out a long sigh before I respond.
"I'm just not ready for it", I say blankly and soon, she catches that I want to drop the subject. She presses her lips into a hard line and writhes underneath, desperately trying to move more.
"Tell me when to stop", I order gently, and grab the carton of ice cream and spoon as well. I take off the lid and set it to the side. I attempt to take a scoop but it's too frozen for a large bite. I take what I can and welcome the ice cream to my mouth. Damn, that's good. I take another bite as it slowly melts in the container.
"Do you want some?", I enquire and Ana slowly nods her head. I take another scoop and carefully insert it in her mouth, watching in amazement at her slowly sucking the contents off. Shit. That might as well be my cock that she's addressing. Before I can let her distract me any further, I remove the spoon and stick it back in the carton. Ana watches me warily, unsure of where I'm going next.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes", she whispers.
"Just tell me when to stop." With that, I take a smaller scoop than before, just enough to cover the spoon, and place it slowly on Ana's breast.
"Ah", she gasps and arches her back as the ice cream slowly drips off her skin.
"Stay still", I warn her and repeat the assault again. Ana gasps again and I watch as tiny goosebumps start to form on her body. Her legs twist from under me and I climb over so that my body can keep her more in place.
"Just embrace it, baby. Okay?"
"Okay", she squeaks and I smirk in response. I take more ice cream and glide it slowly down her breasts, down her sternum, and then to her chest. She shivers but doesn't tell me to stop. I guide the spoon down her belly to her sex, and her mouth forms a perfect O as it goes further, catching her by surprise.
"Christian…", she moans.
"Hush." I take the spoon and lightly guide it down her arousal, and back up again through her pubic hair. Ana bites her lip but a small moan still escapes from her mouth.
"We're gonna have to teach you to be quiet."
I then set the ice cream and spoon back on the side table and lower myself so I'm hovering directly above Ana. I kiss her briefly before guiding my tongue down her chin, to her neck, touching every place that I did before. I plant soft kisses on her skin and continue to go lower. I latch my teeth onto her nipple and her back arches once again as I suck, lick, and bite her nipple gently, instantly causing it to harden as I do. I then repeat the same process on the other nipple and Ana moans in pleasure, but I don't care. I like seeing her like this. I continue running the tip of my tongue down where I touched until finally reaching my goal. I push her legs further apart and gently tug on her pubic hair, causing her legs to bend in retort. I inhale her sweet scent before licking her clitoris, greedily taking her with every movement I can make.
"Oh, Christian…", she moans and soon her legs start to quiver as well. I continue my assault and carefully slip a finger inside her, soon followed by another one close behind. I chastely kiss her pubic hair and pump my fingers cautiously in and out. Soon, she stiffens again as her orgasm escapes her and she sags on the bed.
"We're not done yet", I remark and carefully glide my fingers out, and watch her wince in return. I slip my jeans off and grab a condom from the back pocket and make quick effort of ripping the packet with my teeth before sliding it on my length. I grab Ana's hips and lift her slightly, before grabbing myself and taking her whole. I rock my hips slowly back and forth, working up a steady pace, and Ana groans with every thrust.
"Christian, please."
"Come for me, Ana. Come for me again." Not too long after I say this, she calls out an incoherent version of my name and I can tell she's spent.
"Shit, Ana", I hiss through my teeth, and I then I come gloriously inside her, stilling until I'm the same. I look at Ana to check that she's okay. Her eyes are closed and she's panting hard.
"How was that?", I ask.
"That was really nice", she smirks. Good.
"We aim to please."
"I can see that", she smiles and I smile as well. I slowly slide out of her and take off the condom before tossing it in the wastebasket. God, I hate those things. I take Ana's wrists and quickly untie her from the sash. Once I do, I gently rub them together and she looks down to avoid my gaze.
"What's wrong?", I ask concerned.
"I'm really glad you're back", she shyly smiles and I feel relief.
"Me too", I confess because I know it's true. I kiss her tenderly and she kisses me back, intertwining her tongue with my own. God, I've missed this woman.
Just then, my phone starts ringing and I release Ana and head for the living room. I pick up my phone from my jacket and check the caller ID; it's Welch.
"Welch?"
"Mr. Grey, you better come down to the office. There's been an incident."
"What kind of incident?"
"Someone just stole all your personal files and left something for you on your desk."
"What? When was this?"
"I'm not sure but no one's been here since you left."
"What's wrong?", Ana inquires, noticing the expression on my face.
"I have to go. I'll see you tonight."
"Can I come with you?" This catches me by surprise but as I look at her, I find it impossible to say no.
"Fine. Be ready in ten minutes", I command and leap out of bed, having a very clear idea of who's to blame.