FSOG The Princess and the Coed

by deaconlost

Earl of Gloucester daughter the Countess of Lynnwood (21yrs) is unmarried. Earl is forcing her into a loveless, controlled marriage.Evil stepmother & Leia torment and humiliate the Countess: Wanting to prove herself. She arranges a secret internship in Seattle. Countess will simply become Anna Steele, recent grad coed. Searching for her Mr. Darcy

8. Chp7 Indian lake

Chp6 Indian lake.

I lay my head on Christian's shoulder, eyes closed relaxing in his arms and safety. Safety I used to think that would be my happy place; a safe place, a safe man, a safe life. Now I want more: love, family, children. Everything! We have the money, the love, I have men to defend me.

Ray, my step dad: no Ray my daddy, the father I deserve, need. He sees me as his daughter, not just adopted or step but his daughter. From now on Frank is just a sad memory of a lost cause; the last emotions I held for him are gone, with those men handcuffed outside of City hall. Ray never stopped loving me, or checking on me. I didn't know Frank had him banned from England. Miss Keller will see about lifting that.

I cuddle into my husband's warmth. I knew coming to Seattle would be a change for me, a chance to earn my place in life, a career. I never dreamed how much Seattle has changed me in the weeks I've been here.

I have dance and sung openly in the street, goofed with friends in a café; I have real friends! Real honest friends who care about me, because of who I am, not what I have or titles I carry. My first and best friend Kate, she drags me into being a normal twenty-two; daring and adventurous while I ground her in common sense. My friends give me the courage to open up and be me.

My big clown bear of a brother-in-law; Elliott soon to wed my BFF. God, I love to say that "BFF". They make a great duo, class clowns gone wild. They still retain their passion and loyalty for family, friends. To Christian and me; Sadness never gets a chance with them around. They never allow anyone to be down. When we get back, we will see who is the loudest couple in the bedroom.

I have a true mother figures back in my life again; since Helen died. Hell! I have two mothers to help me grow, Gail and Grace are in my new life, now in Frankie's also. Not because they have to but because they want to. I love Abby, but she always been the doting Aunt to Frankie and me. Carrick and Ray are trusted male father roll-models for Frankie and me to some extent. They look at Kate, Frankie and me like we are the best thing in their life.

Mia is a fireball of energy, passionate and loyalty to family. I like her a lot, a fitting sister-in-law. To replace my evil half-sister. We will get into so much trouble, I know it. My girlfriends! I can't get over the fact I have girlfriend! We four musketeers: Kate, Mia, Andrea, me. We will drive the men in our life's nuts for sure. A very happy thought. A dream I never knew I had; never knew I needed. I grab it with both hands, safe in my loving husband of a few hours' arms.

The couples: Mia and Luke, Elliott and Kate, Andrea and Barney, Frankie and Charlotte. My world has grown bright and wonderful. We have found are place in the world; in time and space. Loving and being loved. A real family!

Christian's pseudo parents Jason and Gail are with us. More vacation for them then us. Besides Jason would never leave Christian unguarded. I smile at our good fortune to have people who love us unconditional, even when we screw up.

The Seaplane is drifting thru the magical wooded coastal mountains, soon to land on secluded Indian Lake, southeast of Juneau in the Alaska Panhandle. How rapidly events conspired to place me here in this plane with this man I love. Who loves me. I remember last Friday, Jason grabbed me after lunch to have a talk.

In the security room, third floor:

"Miss Steele. We met in church. I'm Gail fiancé and head of Mr. Grey personal security. I asked you in here to discuss a few things. Please sign this NDA, it covers the Grey family private life."

"Jason, I remember you and Gail. Why do I need this, I already signed one here at work?"

"Has I said Miss Steele."

"Please call me Anna."

"Alright Anna, the company NDA doesn't cover Mr. Grey's personal private life nor his family's. This one does."

"All right. I'll sign the NDA on Grey and his family's personal life; a little late."

"Since you are spending time with Mr. Grey's Parents and brother you may hear things; that are best not propagated in public. They consider you a trusted friend."

"I consider them more than friends, I really feel part of their family and life." I look at him, where is this going?

"I know they are trying to match you with Christian." Jason looks embarrassed, why? Was it that thing Elliott told me last week at Sunday dinner. His brother alternate life.

"If this is about Grey's personal preference?"

"You know?"

"I need a blank NDA for you to sign, Jason."

"MY NDA covers this."

"Like you said; that NDA's covers the company and Grey family. We need one to discuss this; to cover my secrets." He walks out returning with a printed NDA with our names reversed from the one I signed at the start of this meeting. We both sign the NDA.

"Elliott told me last week about his Alternate lifestyle, how regardless of his parents matchmaking; to steer clear of him"

"He told you what Christian does?"

"No, he said it was nothing I would want or enjoy. Is he into Furies or Drag?" God, I hope it's something not going to break Graces heart.

"No, he's a Dominate. In BDSM."

"He's a sadist, Elliott was right. I'm not going to allow anyone to beat me. Been there; suffer it already!"

"It not like popular culture makes it out."

"Stop Jason! I'm fully aware of the sadistic BDSM. My father is weak willed narcissist, coward who fancies himself a Dominate to hide his sadism. My mother, who's dead and my stepmother Cruella are switches. I will never allow myself to be beaten, humiliated or degraded by any man!" I redden in anger, I want Adonis to rip open the door and take me from this confession. Emotions I don't want people to see are rising dangerously within me. "never again" I whisper!

"Anna, please calm down. It's only a matter of time before you two meets. Like Elliott, I warn you. But Christian is a good guy; he's trying to leave that shit behind; hasn't practiced it since before last Thanksgiving."

"The ex-girlfriend who blew her brains out after taking Andrea hostage. She told me, it still causes her nightmares even now."

"I didn't know that? I'll see about her getting more counseling, maybe get Barney to take her away for a couple of weeks. Thank you for telling me."

"I didn't mean to tell you, it just slipped out, I betrayed her confidence." I blush at my mistake; I hope it doesn't cause Andrea more pain?

"I will make sure to be very tactful; you're not betraying your friend. You're getting the her the help she needs." He sounds so fatherly.

"Ok, on the subject: I know I will meet Christian at some point; I don't plan on dating him, being with him so I understand the warning. Anything else?"

He has a look like he doesn't believe me. He looks like he wants to ask more questions. Well Jason Taylor, head of Christian Grey's personal Security; there is only one man I want; Adonis, My Mr. Darcy

I leave the room, happy its Friday. I'm relieved Grey doesn't come to church or dinner at Gracie's.

I rewind to the days; things started to change to the day everything changed. The day I dared to believe my fantasy would become true.

We were sunbathing in our bikini tops and short-shorts at a park near the Union Locks. A nice secluded patch of green grass shelters, screened by heavenly scented flowering scrubs. Enjoying the sun. I'm drawn to a gorgeous custom built twenty-foot sailboat tacking towards us. I always want to sail, but Frank refused to allow it. I remember fishing with Ray on lakes, the peace and tranquility. The boom is flipping to the other side, the change of direction taking them away from us. I see a copperhead man, at the tiler. A blond surf dude guy is point at us. He staring at me. How I wish he was Adonis. Wait it is him! "Mr. Darcy" whispers from my aching lips.

I laugh and wave. Blond Surfer dude stands next to him: Bows, laughing, then thumbs up. I look at Kate, she flashing them her girls.

"KATE!" She smirks at me, raising an eyebrow. Putting her top back on. "Come on give him a show."

I blush beet red. Shaking my head no. I have never done this. Any close to this! I'm not sure I should? But it him. Adonis, my dream man. I don't want to be afraid anymore, to dare everything to have a normal life. I check about; no one's around or can see me but Adonis and Surf boy on the boat. I raising my bikini top. I close my eyes. blush even deeper, my face is on fire. Pulling it back down in place. I stare out at him. I'm stoked by his reaction. He almost fells overboard or maybe was diving to swim to shore and make me his. I can dream a little dream of him.

"Damm! Girl! You cause Him to almost fall in. Power Girl Tities" Kate smiles. She hi-fives me. I check around to make sure no one saw. I shyly wave to him. "Let's go before Adonis comes back" I lose my nerve.

"Hey! What? Adonis? Do you know him? Spill it Anna. Come on tell me the deeds?" I don't say a word. Just walk away beet red. Knowing I just flashed a guy, I kissed weeks ago. I don't know his name, married, single; I hope to god he's single. "He must be someone special to put that shit eating grin on your mug?" I look at my reflection in the car window, beet red cheekes, wildly uncommon happy smile, i.e. shit eating grin, check.

Kate pleas, begs, argues and demands the whole ride home. Now I sit cuddle in his arms, flying to our honeymoon. I wonder we'll be on a house boat; Will my Power Girl Tities send him diving overboard. I must find out, maybe try some sex in the water, like I saw at Cote d'Azure. I giggle at my naughty thoughts.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

forty minutes later:

Today has been dreamy from the wedding, reception, escape to flying in a seaplane to a secluded honeymoon. Just Yesterday my world changed for the better.

I watched in the mirror window ghost like reflection of me; the hidden exiled scared little girl emerges from her hermitage, basking in the sun of a new family and a new husband; So long has my winter been, so swiftly spring and summer have come to fruition in Seattle. Petting my smart little white-furred clown, I named thee Winston. The good and loyal. He saved us both.

I feel paws on my legs. I look down into Winston face, happy face; happily hugging him. I look up into Adonis smoldering grey eyes flecked with green and gold. Copper hair messy, I want to run my fingers thru it. I want him to possess me. I stand, unsure if I should or what to do?

He steps into me, cupping my head, taking me to heaven with just his lips. I melt into him. I could live here forever.

"Mr. Grey?" I hear my asshole boss.

I lean back, looking at him, the Savile row suit. A four-thousand-dollar suit. Jason the body guard and the way everyone is open mouthed gaping at us. I lean back down, forehead to his chest, taking his breath. I smile.

"Babe?" He whispers.

"Anna."

"Christian, my fallen angel."

"We should go somewhere private? To talk I mean? Adonis?" I blush at my kinky thoughts. Visions of lazy wildflower meadows summer day, naked on a blanket. Wine, snacks and just us. Just Us. Making love in the sunshine. Or on his office desk, hard and fast. I flash to visions of me naked, against his office window, pounding me into orgasmic neverland.

I move, backing away, grabbing my bag, hooking his arm. I lean on his shoulder. Walking our dog. Winston is strutting to Christian's office. My men. We go to his office on the top floor. I realize he's my boss. Christian Grey. I don't care he's my bosses, bosses, boss. He's my angel, Adonis, my dream come true; maybe he is my prince happily ever after. Mr. Darcy. I pray so.

Entering his office, he locks the door. I drop my bags on the end table next to the couch. I sit on one side; he moves to sit next to me.

"Christian NO! Sit over there. Yes, I mean it." After he sits, looking scared; I hate I've made him scared and unsure.

"Anything to tell me before I decide if this will work?" His eyes flash; pain, anger, suffering.

"I used to be a sadist into BDSM. An incident happened with a former sex partner, here in fact that made me realize it no longer suit my needs and wants."

"When your submissive killed herself in this office."

"yes, you don't seem surprised?"

"My father is weak narcissist, coward who fancies himself a Dominate to hide his sadism. My mother, who's dead and my stepmother Cruella are switches. I will never allow you to beat, humiliate or degraded me."

"I understand; if you don't want to be here, I understand." He looks broken, terror hardens his face breaking my heart. I caused him pain. I hurt for my failure

"I'm here, I want to understand. I want you."

"You know I was adopted. My life before the Grey's was bad. It left me with Haphephobia" I nod "My birth mother Ella was a crack whore, she neglected me; her pimp did this" he takes his suit coat and shirt off. I see the round burns. I've seen Eliana's subs have them. "I can't stand anyone to touch my chest or back; until you came into my life. You can touch me an it doesn't hurt"

I need to show him, tell him. I understand all too well. I stand and raise my skirt, turning my back to him, pulling my panties down. "WHO DID THIS TO YOU!

I straiten my cloths, sitting next to him. Safe in my release of a dark secret; I know he will keep them safe, even from me. "When I came back to England and Frank after Ray. He sent Helen, My Governess into town on a bullshit errand. He grabbed my hair dragged me into his torture room. Ripping my clothes off. He tied me to his Saint Andrew Cross. With Eliana and Leia watching. He started by pouring hot wax on my chest and face. He laughed and got hard doing this to his own daughter." I shake in hurt as the memories spark physical pain; remembering the pain. Christian hauls me into his lap, healing me. I turn into his naked chest kissing the pain away. I AM SAFE HERE IN HIS LOVE.

Love? Yes love! I love him! With my whole being. I love him!
"He took a cane from a rack. Smiling he shoved in my mouth, telling me not to drop it or he would rape me. He uncuffed me from the cross. He hung me from the ceiling. He stuck a finger inside of my behind. I dropped the cane. He picked it up. Spinning me around, he began hitting me. Mostly on my back, but my chest and face. He stopped, when I stopped spinning. Leia was holding the cane; Eliana instructed her on how to hurting me. They both got off hitting me. I saw Frank come towards me, naked. That's when Uncle Robert arrived. I don't remember much except waking up in a private hospital on the Irish west coast.

When I return three month later, Frank, Eliana and Leia were exiled to our house in Scotland. When they return six months later, Frank was still in a chest cast, had both legs in those metal braces above the knee. He worn them for two year. Frank was three inches shorter and missing two ribs. He explained he was drugged out of his mind, didn't know what he was doing. Begged me too forgiveness; I forgave him." I kiss his scars making them better and making mine disappear

"It lasted till Uncle Robert's next deployment, but Helen, Grandma and Jorge my CPO were on watch. He could yell, belittle, humiliate, but never again did they touch me. I either stayed at Uncle Robert house outside Hereford or Grandmother's at Swainswick. But they both died. I was to old and trained to beat me, so he and Elaina used guilt and public isolation to make me bend to their wish's. Till Leia at Easter decide to sell me for a triple gangbang with a half dozen men. I decide to escape and come here. Where a copperhead jogger stole my heart and soul." I kiss him. We stay that way for a while.

"What are you guilty about?"

"I have a brother whose 13. Eliana had a C-section, looked once. Never held him, cared for him and really didn't care till he was 9. When Chuckie his bud; beat her with a volume of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shew. For encouraging Leia to throwing him down a set of stairs. If I misbehaved, Frankie gets

punished. So, I had to be perfect."

"Your very close to your brother?"

"Yes, very close; I feel almost all the time like his mother. I was nine years old when he was born. The Governess hired for him, left him alone all night while she partied. So, Helen brought him to me. I raised him from four month to today. I'm the one he runs to for comfort, love. I'm all he has for a real loving family."

"Anna! You are never alone again. You have me. My family. Jason and Gail. Kate and Andrea"

His face lights up like Christmas when I smile at him.

"Anna, we'll get Frankie out of there, your safe here. Why didn't you go the police?"

"That's a problem? Do you have your laptop?" He gets up and brings it from his desk.

He watches me pull up that damm Forbes heiress list. I go to number 25. Sitting back allowing Christian to see all the baggage I bring. He leans back, looking at me with something I don't know in his eyes.

"Countess? do you have to quit when we marry?"

"No silly, that was overturned with Princess Diana. You're my consort. It doesn't bother you I'm titled and rich?" He laughs pulling me onto his lap. Kissing me into mellow nirvana.

"I'm wealth, your wealth: I could care less. I like doing my job, I'm good at it. You like doing yours according to Barney, Andrea and Roz. Your very good at it, Andrea suggested you to replace her assistant two weeks ago; for some reason Jason held it up. I wonder?"

"Don't you dare; Taylor was looking out for both of us. He didn't know what your intentions were and my background check had a bunch of red flags. So; till Winston's doggy matchmaking; he kept us as separated as possible. We have great friends."

"Yes, we do babe. Even when we're stubborn and thin-skinned. Now all our secrets are out. Countess can you please corrupting me with your continental ways." He starts to drag me in too make-out. I'm thrilled, but one secret remains. He stops. What?

"Anna are all our secrets out in the open. Your eyes tell me everything."

"I know guys like you like experience girls."

"I'm not most guys. Please tell me?"

"You had your touch issues, I had to keep my virtue intact." I blush tomato red, keeping my eyes on his sexy chest, I long to suck his nipple. I look up into eyes staring at the wall. Lost somewhere? I pull his face to mine "Sorry"

He snaps back into the here and now. "never be sorry for keeping your gift special. I'm happy and proud you will gift me this most intimate and personal moment. I'm also terrified I will hurt you, I've never had a virgin. I will make our first time incredible."

"well that settle" I stand up go to the phone, see the right speed button. "Hi, Andrea. Could you bring in some water and snacks. I'd also like my laptop. I'll be working the rest of the day with Christian. Bye" I saunter to the door and unlock it.

Strutting back to my boyfriend, fiancé, trying to do the sexy walk Kate was teaching me. I think I've got it; his eyes hooded, he's panting, his pants are tented in the right place. Almost to him, I have to find the flaw in the floor. I trip and land on top of him. I blush red. "Why Countess control yourself the staff will be here in no time." We laugh. I kiss down his chest, sucking his nipples. I rule as his hands find me. YES!

A knock has us scrambling to dress. I get to the door, opening to Andre pushing a cart with drinks, nuts, cookies with two silver covered bowls. I wonder what in those? "Here Anna." She hands me my laptop. She leaves I lock the door. I turn to Chris looking sexy without his shirt. I remove mine and my bra. I push the cart to the couch.

I lift the lids. OK someone is really pushing our relationship. To bring my favorite desert in the world. I see one of the bowls has a battery powered heating element. I put them on the coffee table. I sit on his lap enjoying the skin to skin feel. "Cookie, nuts, ahh pastries?"

"right like you want any of that. What's in the bowls?" He teases me. Well I was teasing him.

"The bowls wouldn't interest you. They are too common for you."

"Why do I get the feeling you don't want to share; what is in the bowls?"

"It's mine and you can't have any." He smirks at my statement, what can he do?

He's tickling me. Holding me to him. I squirm as he finds my surrender spot.

"Alright I'll share; I don't like it but I'll do it. Huff" blowing the hair from my eyes; I kiss him, hoping distract from my bowls.

He shifts and lifts the lips. Assorted fruit and creamy melted dipping chocolate. My chocolate!

"Ok! I see our first fight. Who gets the biggest and last piece of chocolate in the house. Please share with me." He uses those sad spaniel puppy begging eyes. He's been practicing with Winston.

I laugh and take a strawberry, dip it in the chocolate reaching to his mouth he takes a bite. I eat the rest. Heavenly in my mouth. I can't wait to taste his big cock. I wet at the possibility of giving my first blow job. Will I be any good at it, or sex for that matter? I thank god Kate has those women magazines on how to do everything in sex. I'm not sure about allowing him to backdoor me, yet.

We eat the fruit, the chocolate, finishing using our fingers. He gives me my first orgasm sucking and making love to my breasts. I just want to be everything for him. He leads me into his ensuite, we strip naked, get in the shower. I love his washing my body, hair. I return the pleasure. He's rock hard, that must be uncomfortable. I'm just not ready for sex or blowjob. I wash him, making a special effort to clean his little man. I start stroking him. I'm giving him a hand job. Wow your on-fire girl

"Yes! Yes Babe! Long and slow. Yes! Yes! Use your hand, play with my balls." I do as he commands me. I love the feeling of him in my hands. He rains kisses on me. He pulls back, I realize I'm stroking him hard and fast. Shit should I stop? Slow down?

"Yes Anastasia! I'm coming! I look down to find him shoot he male cream on my stomach. Boy that a lot. He near faints on me. "Wow Babe that was amazing!" He leads on the wall and me. I wash him off me, feeling sad I didn't taste him. I look up; his eyes are alight in fires of us. I kiss him. "We have work to cover before play time."

"Anna if you're not ready for more. I understand, we'll take it slow. Just tell me, straight out"

"I'm not ready for more just yet. I want more but we need time to adjust before we make love." I blush. He dry's my hair and braids it. Wow very talented, I'm not going to ask how he got it, nope not going to ask.

"Mia, taught me. Mom was busy getting Elliott and Dad ready. She didn't have time to help Mia. So? I did". 0h

"We both seem to have had a hand in raising our younger siblings."

"your lucky only one brother to raise. I had Elliott and Mia!"

"Isn't Elliot older?" I ask confused

"You've met Elliott does he scream mature or his age?" He smirks at me

"Point well made, Adonis" I smirk back we lay about the couch working on our laptops. At some point I nod off. I wake to Chris big tool my head cushion. I smile up at him. I shift till my head is on his chest. I listen to his steady sleeping heartbeat. I am at peace for the first time in my life. When I stumble, he will save me, pick me up, wipe off the dust and dirt. I want everything I dreamed about him to be true.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The seaplane float low over the Tongass National Forest into the Long Lake valley. The Glaciers on the peaks feed the lakes: A deep turquoise blue water mirrors the seaplanes passage. I marvel at the peaks even with my eye. We bank east and drop into Indian Lake Valley. We land eastward and taxi back to the southwestern shore. The main lodge is hidden nestled in the trees along the shore. Buildings seem organic, part of the forest. It belongs in the wilds of Alaska. We pull up to a floating dock. Once deplaned; We standing on the shore, arm in arm. I can see our houseboat about halfway up the lake. The water looks beautiful, I wonder if we can swim.

"The lakes shallow where the houseboat is, forming a warmer layer near the surface. Swimming is best in the afternoon, let the sun warm up the water. We do have a heated indoor pool in the Lodge. I'm Jud Morris, the caretaker and general butler of the Lodge. Welcome to Indian Lake Lodge. Please come up to the main lodge, the wife has made dinner. She studied in Paris, unfortunately she married me. So, she loves to show off her talents every chance she gets." He indicates us to path flanked by Totem poles in the classic Inuit style.

"Christian's sister just finished her culinary school in Paris. Do the figures mean anything?" (pointing at the Totems)

"Yes mama, the right one forbids people with evil in their heart to enter. The left is a welcome to all who seek peace. Mostly we have high level government or corporate groups. You're only the second couple to use the houseboat. The first couple was here after renewing their vows at thirty years, a second honeymoon."

We walk around a bend in the path to see the three-story log lodge. Modern and rustic; Elliott would love this mix of natural and modern. We enter a grand foyer, Jud as he like to be called directs us to a small dining room on the third floor. A vista of the lake and glaciers greets us. His wife is a bubbly happy lady, the kind with a well spring of happiness to spread around.

"Your luggage has been sent to the houseboat. The frig and freezer are full stocked. Call on the radio or stop by the lodge if you need anything. The house boat is moored to pilings about fifty feet from shore. It has an electrical feed from our grid here. We have solar and wind with a propane backup generator. The houseboat has solar cells and a backup generator. I managed to install a doggie ramp from the swim deck for your buddy. The railing gates should be closed at night. Raccoons and other animals have been known to swim out to houseboats in the region."

"I made sure you have a week's supply of fresh produce, use any of the meats and fish in the freezer. I had Thomas, our security guy takes some fresh bread out just before you landed. Those staying in the lodge; the north wing is staff, please ring the bell at the corridor entrance. Your man Reynolds will be in the room at the main hall junction across from Thomas. Mr. And Mrs. Taylor are in the presidential suite of the south wing. After dinner Jud will motor you newlyweds out to start your honeymoon in peace." Jud's wife Isabella interjects. Her happy nature is infecting us already.

We smile, Chris squeeze my hand, I'm giddy with anticipation. The Mile-High badge only whetted my appetite for my husband. I smile at him. His face goes blank! What the hell? I look around the table. "I'm sorry what did you say?"

"I asked if your husband had any firearms experience; There is a 12ga shot gun in the main lounge and one in the bedroom. The rare time a bear might venture out to the houseboat. He seemed shocked by my question?"

"My husband doesn't have any experience with firearms. He had a bad experience last year involving a gunman. I have a great deal of experience: My dad is a former US Army Officer and My late uncle commanded British SAS detachments in Iraq and Afghanistan. So. We will be fine. I'm sure Winston will keep the bears at bay. Won't you my little man." Shifting the conversation to safer topic. Winston sensing a table scrap stands up on my leg. With sad puppy eyes. I feed him a small piece of carrot. He loves vegetables and fruit.

Leaning into me "Thanks baby for saving me. I didn't think about bears and guns." I turn into his lean and tongue his ear. "I'll protect you from the big bad bears, if you protect me from everything else."

"Always Angel! Always"

"Since the meal is done, an you two are overheating. I suggest Jud takes you two to the houseboat. Before you set the lodge on fire. Shoo children. Shoo" Gail laughs thru her speech. I take Christian hand. We wander thru the lodge to the boat landing. Sunset is fast approaching. We kiss till Jud and Jason cough several times. "What I'm on my honeymoon. Jason shouldn't you be with Gail; your off duty." Christian asks.

"I'll be returning with Jud, I want to check out the layout. Besides Gail is doing those female things to drive me bonkers." He says unable to hide his smile at Gail's naughty surprise. I bet he's going to bonk her all night. Hell, I plan on getting no sleep tonight, except from passing out in orgasmic multiples. Because my Christian is going to be bonking me all night.

The boat is a sixty by thirty-meter barrage. Two floors with a wide patio on each level. Over the top patios a striped red and blue metal roof. I see four chimneys, two over the patios. The window are huge picture windows with a silver film. I bet it's one way. No one can see me chasing my naked husband around the boat, unmmm I want that.

We cruise to a stairway with non-skid steps mount on the side up to the patio. A Winston's doggie ramp covers a quarter of the step's width, with serious non-skid flooring it snakes the short space around the stern to a submerged wooden deck off the back of the barge. "That the swim platform, I checked your dog should be able to stand on it comfortable. The ramp leads to the stairs he should with a little practice get the hang of things. The lower patio can be in closed with plastics window rolled down."

A small propane fire pit with a small rail mounted propane grill, greets us around a small two person bistro set on the lower patio. Winston runs over to patch of fake grass with a little red fire hydrant: walking over, I seeing a locked baby's diaper trashcan and a hose. I notice the grass sit in a pan with a drainage spout over the side. I peer over the railing. The spout goes into a long gym bag size pipe ending just above the water. I wonder why?

"My brother-in-law invented that for boat owner with dogs. The fake grass is hose down, the water flows out of the pan and into a three-stage filter: The barrel on the side; good for about thirty days. Output water is ten time cleaner than required. The diaper-pail is one of those odor trapping ones so doggie bags in there and not the waterless toilets." Walking into the main lounge Jud explains the water system. Very green and friendly.

"The houseboat has two waterless toilets and three-hundred-gallon septic tank that feeds a solar power four stage filter process that returns clean water to the lake. The lake water is feed thru a three-stage filter for showers and sinks. Perfectly safe for bathing and cleaning. In both bathrooms and the kitchen are water faucets labeled portable water. Use that for drinking and cooking. You have a three-week supply. You have a continuous water heater, so you shouldn't run out of hot water." Jud explains.

We walk into a cozy lounge, very tasteful décor. I love it. An open layout with two doors in the front. Jud opens one showing a bathroom. The other is a stair well to the underworld of the houseboat. To low to walk in. He takes a handle in the kitchen floor to expose a top loader freezer. Well stocked with label packages. The large frig and freezer are also well stocked with food. Chris is checking the wine rack and cooler.

A set of stairs lead up to the only bedroom. With a very big bounces soft bed. I bounce with glee. The menfolk ignore my childish delights. Gentlemen.

"You saw the shotgun downstairs next to the kitchen. This one here next to the bed. Both are loaded with a round in the clamber, safety on. If you pull either one from their mounts; an alarm will sound in the security room at the lodge, and on all lodge radios. All the panic button as well. Come let me show you the upper patios."

We walk out under the metal roof with multiple skylight panels brightens a mini garden of plants, herb and small vegetables. Peppers and mini Glory tomatoes. I love it. A wide couple's lounge chair sits next to real wood burning fire place on the shore side. A huge soaking tub is nestled in the corner of the patio on the lake side.

"Ok one last thing. You have privacy as best we can do. Hunters and fisherman occasional land or hike in. Mr. Grey, your father had the lake declared a no-landing zone for your stay. All the windows have one-way film. Since you're the only party here. It shouldn't be an issue. But nudity and outdoor activities are at your own risk."

"I thought you said we are the only guest, so it shouldn't be an issue." Christian say smirking at me.

"That what we thought till the first newlyweds where here; we retro fitted the window with the film. Move the boat out here for sound control" Jud snickers at us, blush a deep red.

"you said the first couple was celebrating their thirty anniversary and revow's?" I ask

"Yepa, they were; with a very active, very loud, passion for each other; I couldn't go like that at eighteen, let alone at sixty." Jud blush. Jason ducks below, we still hear his laughter. Christian is smiling unapologetic in that sex is about to happen grin, like kids get seeing that two-foot lollipop in the Candy Store. I blush a deep beet red. Jud smartly makes his manners and heads out. I hope he doesn't trip on the stairs. He bolted like we have the plague. "It's just our honeymoon" I mutter.

How would we get to shore? I look over the side, a 10-foot flat-bottomed boat with motor is tied to the back near the doggie pee filter. How did I miss that?

I feel my cloth falling off me. Christian turns me, kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck, legs around his waist. I feel my naked man carry me to bed. Laying me down, neither let's go. I feel him move inside off me. The rhythm quick's to a hard pound fuck that blows my senses a mind.

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Sitting in the early morning dawn, on my lounger. Wrapped in a warm comfortable blanket, the wood fire crackling and moaning. Flames dance and meander over the log. An enthrall dance of wood spirits. I sip my morning tea. Thinking about my sudden and wonderful life; I have known for only a few days and hours. It seems like we are decades old together.

At our home Escala after Winston matchmaking, reconnecting with Ray. Abby's appearance. I dragged Chris to our room. He surprised me beyond my dreams

"well Christian? Will you marry me?"

"one moment." He disappears into a walk-in closet. I panic is he going to get a weapon? He emerges stalking up to me, forcing me on my back on the bed, he lay next to me. "Will you marry me Anna?"

"yes"

"Good, this will not go to waste." He opens a Red Cartier box with three rings. A simple engagement ring of blue diamonds and strange wedding band. With rough smoky stones around a single half cut diamond. I look at him. He put the engagement ring on me.

"These are uncut diamond, a symbol of are marriage is a work in progress. Three years ago, I bought into a diamond mine up above the Great Slave Lakes in Canada. During a visit, I tried my hand at panning for diamonds. I found these eight 2 carat diamonds. The week after I pick you up off the pavement, I had these made for us."

I marvel at his faith and love. I roll him on his back kissing him with all my might. I feel his hands on my body. Driving me crazy and happy at the same time. "Chris I'm not ready for sex."

"You're not ready for intercourse or other sex?"

"What is other sex?"

He moves to the end of the bed. Removing my skirt. Panties. He pulls me till my feet touch to floor. I try to sit up. He pushes me back down. "Stay still, enjoy the ride. Babe. I know I will." He starts kissing at my ankle, moving seductively up my leg. Make me wet and needy. I want him, but I must wait till he marriage. I promised Grandma Lambert I would.

O'GOD YES! YES! "YES! CHRISTAIN RIGHT THERE. O'GOD DON' STOP. ARRAGGGHHHHH!" I see stars and float in and out of my body. Christian lays beside me. Stroking my hair. He sees me staring at him. Taking his finger to his mouth, sucking them. "You taste heavenly, addictively sweet." He dips his hand to my throbbing cliterous. Bring them to my lips. I wonder what I taste like. I suck his fingers.

Making them mine. I taste salt and tangy, faint apple scent from my body lotion. I bit the pad of his finger. I stand up. Grab his belt and pull off his pants, and underwear. God he's big. I hope I can stretch to take him. I grab him. Pushing him on his back, feet on the floor. "I've never done this. Correct me if I do it wrong or hurt you?"

I stare at Christian, straddling his hips: His cum on my tongue. I am addicted already after on taste. I didn't know, I could deep throat him. I rock, those Cosmo of Kate are rock on. I watch him slowly return to planet Earth, Seattle Washington, Escala building penthouse master bed room my lover, husband to be. My world. I lean down to his lips a kiss him, letting him taste his essence on my lips. He deepens the kiss rolling we over.

I blink: he's looking down at me. "I what to stay here forever, but we must get the show on the road. Come let's shower and face the parents.

I start to dress, he tosses me one of his dress shirts and running short. "What?"

"Wear that." he smirks pull up his sexy pajama pants. I moan and hunger for him. He walks over to me. kisses me. unbuttoning the shirt to a sexy but modest show.

"We're not going out like this?"

"Yes, follow my lead. This is payback for their incompetent matchmaking."

"We did make it hard on them?"

"Hey, you're my wife. You always take our side against them, otherwise they will be living in our house 24/7. You really want them begging and scheming for grand kids ever day and night?"

I smile he's right. We need to put everyone on there heels. Need to turn this from a must do: to we're doing it hell or high water. I kiss him deep and hard. "Let's go break a leg. Make sure to hold me up if I trip?"

"you mean when you trip?" he snarks as we exist. I punch his arm, he mouths "ouch" I lean on him.

"CHRISTIAN!" Gail is the first to see us. I feel so naughty, in an adult sexy way.

"OH? You guys are here. Well you caught us. I guess I need to do the right thing." Christian says with a straight face.

He kneels, shocking me, unsure of what he is doing. "Anna with your Dad Ray threatening me with a shotgun. I assume he does have one or two or some other larger caliber guns. I propose you marry me. To make sure our child has a name." I get his ad-lib plan.

I make like a bad ass B-Movie Noir Queen of the 30's&40's. "Christian, you took advantage of me, blinded me your savvy billionaire ways. (Putting my hand palm out on her forehead: exaggerated moves, vamping like its 1940. Playing the maiden in near swoon.) Taken my virtue, my priceless innocence. You cad! Your very ugly, (I switch to happy Noir Queen aka Gold-digger) but very rich: at least in the manhood department."

"Too much information!" Scream the adults

(back to vamping) "But I will sacrifice for the sake of our children. Because I'm positive! I must be having triplets! Here feel them move. (I take his hand and holds to my forehead. Christian nods like a bobble head) Damm soccer games." I curtsy, laughing at ourselves. Christian rises up to sit with Ray and Grace on the couch. Me on his lap, happily on his lap.

"Well Dad. How do we get married before Cruella and company arrives?" Christian asks

"Tomorrow 8am at Emmanuel Anglican Church near Green Lake. With the civil at City Hall at 11am." Abby says.

"you already planned this. Now did you find me?" I ask surprised.

"Your brother called me. I asked nicely of your Librarian friend in New York."

"Helen was right you're the quiet, devious one." I tease her. My adopted Aunt.

"Well! I was the eldest of twins, a whole three minutes. Making me the smart one" Abby

"Well since that settle: before Ray has to shotgun me to the Alter. Dinner?" Christian asks.

"You two to the breakfast bar, while the adults work out the detail of this shotgun wedding. We made Tagliatelle alla Bolognese." Gail smiles.

TAGLIATELLE ALLA BOLOGNESE? Hell yes! I pop up: a dragging a confused Christian to the kitchen. Where is my pasta? "WHERE MY TAGLIATELLE ALLA BOLOGNESE? ABBY DID YOU MAKE CHEDER GARLIC BREAD STICKS?" I scream.

"Anna, manners! That girl and her addiction to Tagliatelle alla Bolognese and Cheder garlic bread sticks. I swear she would eat it five days a week if she could." Abby laughs following us.

"Hey, I like Gail's Mac and Cheese. She gave some to Elliott for dinner last week." Contrite I say laughing

"GAIL! YOU! GAVE MY MAC AND CHEESE TO ELLIOTT! YOUR DEMOTED TO." Christian yells. Gail whack his head.

"Christian Grey manners!" His Mom barks

"Demote me, I'll tell Anna about the last few weeks searching for her. Ring some blackmail bells Mr. Grey." Gail laugh getting our plates.

"I'll be good, I promise." Christian smirks at Gail, then his mother and final me. He has the mischievous glint in his eye.

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Gail-Pov

I watch them with monitor as they awake, breakfast on the upper patio. The camera is in the forest facing the patios up a tree, camouflaged. Jason would never leave them exposed. Anna is wearing a flannel Mariner's night shirt with thick sock. Christian is dressed in pajama bottoms and Harvard pullover. They are kissing and have intimate words and touches. I love it. I turn off the monitor. If something happens Reynolds will alert us.

I slide back into bed; nice warm, comfy bed with my sleeping sex Borg. He tired us out last night. If it was any other man than my Jason, I swear they were OD'ing on little blue pills. I cuddle into him. "Get you motherly stalker fix?" I bit his forearm near my mouth. "Yes! Everything looks good. Very good." "EMMM good. We can sleep in?"

"Well I did order a brunch deliver to our room at 11am. its just after eight thirty. Sleep my toy, I expect some encores this afternoon."

"love you babe." "love you forever" I kiss his forearm I just hicked. A wickedly dream of things to do to him over the next two weeks. Very naughty thought for a middle age woman. I like this wanton hussy Jason brings out in me.

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Anna-Pov: later in the week

I make Christian load the dishwasher. I fill the soaking tub, Chris will police up Winston's lawn. I find in the master bath a nice selection of bath crystals and foams. I pick a vanilla honey blend. I slowly get into the hot water, soothing my sore lady parts.

"Countess move forward." I sit up and scoot forward. Chris gets in behind me. leaning back is heaven. He takes a sponge and wash's me to very needy wanton Anna. I lift has my very hard play toy slides into me. I rock slowly. Building faster and faster till I scream startling birds on shore to launch into the air.

I wonder if they heard at the lodge. We might have made them move the boat to the other end of the lake. I blank as the orgasms sink me to sleep.

I wake on the sofa downstairs, Christian has made sandwiches. I'm dressed in a long shirt and nothing else. Christian is shirtless. The lower patio has five feet of sun deck. The sun is high in the sky. I mellow as we play Clue. I love his pout when I win. He likes making me pay when I lose. Kiss on my body where ever he wants.

That was a bad idea since it took four hours to finish three games. The sex breaks, loser paying up and just general mayhem when Winston walk onto the board and laid down to sleep. Or Christian chasing me around the boat because I caught him cheating look at the who did cards. I stole the card holder and several cards, shuffling as I avoid him. Till we landed in bed. Winston stuck his nose in my face, demanding he be fed. I look at the clock nearly witching hour, midnight. Wow where did the time go?"

I police up the lounge, and the bed room. Set up breakfast. And watch Winston sniff the air on the patios after he does his business. He yawns and leads me back to bed. I cuddle next to my husband. MY FREAKING HUSBAND! My inner goddesses is bungee jumping flips in ecstasy. I smile at our future. so bright: I sing softly to him. Things I never can say.

Who knows how long I've loved you?

You know I love you still

Will I wait a lonely lifetime?

If you want me to, I will

For if I ever saw you

I didn't catch your name

But it never really mattered

I will always feel the same

Love you forever and forever

Love you with all my heart

Love you whenever we're together

Love you when we're apart

And when at last I find you

Your song will fill the air

Sing it loud so I can hear you

Make it easy to be near you

For the things you do endear you to me

You know I will

I will I Will lyrics Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney

I close my eyes; he softly sings to me, the big faker, making like he was asleep. The words that soar my heart, lullaby me to sleep.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
Now you say it best when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd
Old Mister Webster could never define
what's being said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
Now you say it best when you say nothing at all When You Say Nothing at All Songwriters: Don Schlitz / Paul Overstreet

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Day 5 Talyor-pov

Thomas and I are fishing on the far east part of the lake, were a stream runs into the lake. Thomas tell me the fishing is very good here. Cutthroat trout, Kokonee and Dolly Varden can be had in the lake.

Where floating around an anchor point. So far, we've caught nine Cutthroat and released them. Is going to be a good day. We'll lazily drift to the lodge for lunch. I glance at the houseboat. We're to far away to see details just general shapes. Figures on the patios.

I feel a hit, He's running. I watch the line unspool, looking up. "What the hell!" I nearly lose my pole, Christian just dived naked off the second-floor patios.

"He's screwed up now. Shit! Hoist the Anchor." I reel in the nice Kohonee, the first I've ever landed. Pissed I toss him back in. Anna, I think naked is throwing fire wood at Christian in the water. We are too far away to hear what is being said. I'm not sure that a blessing or a curse. She goes back inside

"Jason, Pick up Christian on the beach. Don't bring him back till supper. Float by I'll throw some cloths for him." The radio crackles.

Yepa! he's screwed up royally. We motor over to the houseboat. Anna in a robe, thank god; throws a bundle into the boat. She picks up a log, tapping the railing. We rush to the beach. Riding up on shore, I toss him the cloths.

Once dressed we head the long way around the houseboat to the lodge. Out of Mrs. Grey range, we hope.

Pulling up to the lodges dock; Gail is smirking at us. "What did you do! This time!"

"Nothing, honest it was just nothing."

"Christian, I'm going out to see Anna. You really want to tell me?"

"Nothing, really just something I saw in high-school. I don't know why she's up set. Really nothing." He looks everyplace but at Gail. He is so screwed. "Fine, Jason get him some gear; Lunch in two hours. I suggest you think on a way to say I'm sorry, please don't hurt me, by dinner time." Gail pouts stepping into a boat, I cast her off, she motors out to Anna. I hope she can calm her down.

"You are so frigging screw. You better not F #$k-up my time with Gail. Because if you do! I'm taking you on a little forced 40-mile survival march thru the woods, WHERE you will have to find your own way back."

"Jason? It was nothing, Really! She'll be over it by dinner? Won't she?"

I give him a hug, "Dream on Christian, dream on!"

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The houseboat: Gail-Pov

"Anna?"

"I'm up here, I need your help."

I walk up the stairs to find her pouting on the bed. She seems calm.

"What happened?'

"I told him no, NO! and he did it anyway while I was recovering, I mean napping. Childish, sophomoric, I hate that man's ego. I swear I'll tied him to the bed and do his whole body!"

"What'd he do?"

"He let his super-ego obsession to put his name on everything, everything! Overrule his pea size male brain. Look what he did!" Anna pulls the left shoulder off her robe, turn to show her back. Yepa, he screwed the pooch on this one.

"Is that?" I ask

"PERMANENT NEON RED MARKER!"

"Calm down, we can get it off, Although the calligraphy cursive writing is beautiful, I didn't realize his penmanship was so good." Trying to distract her. "I believe you should have what I need to erase that in the pantry. I'll go check." I leave her on the bed petting Winston.

I find the Baking Soda and Rubbing Alcohol swaps in the first aid kit. I bring a bottle of wine, uncorked up the stairs. I hand her the bottle; She takes big pull, choking. I smile kids? "this won't hurt, A little Rubbing Alcohol and smidgen of baking Soda."

Before I erase it, I take my cell phone a snap a picture. "GailLLL!" Anna whines. "Its so pretty, maybe you guys should get matching tattoos." I start to erase Christian's calligraphy of his name. I can't believe this is their first fight as a couple.

"All done." I hug her to me. "Better?"

"Yea, I shouldn't have gotten upset."

"Wrong, the males only learn when we are throwing things mad. Just remember never go to bed angry with each other. Talk it out. Now I brought baking chocolate and stuff to make muffins, feel like baking."

We go down stairs and bake up a storm. Talking about everything and nothing, and about her emotions and any question about husband and wife relations. I blush red several times at her questions. I'm going to get Jason some books. He's been slacking in his techniques and positions. Yes. definitely not staying up on the latest ways to please me.

I head out as Christian steps on board. I smile and push him off the ladder into the water. Anna and Jason laugh. "Next time I will have you writing several hundred party invites for your 'I'm sorry Anna, don't hurt me party'. Your calligraphy cursive writing is beautiful" I step into the boat. Jason drives us to the lodge.

"Gail, just between us? calligraphy cursive writing?" Jason ask,

I look about, pull out my phone. "Christian's egoistical need to put his name on thing, everything." I show him the picture. He laughs, deep barrel chest laughter. I cuddle into him laughing too.

As we calm down, nearing the dock "Don't even think about it Jason. I'll Chastity Cage my toy for a month, like those blouse tearing novellas on after hour TV" I say to his smirking face. I know he's thought someway around this, to write his name on me. We giggle into the lodge. It's going to be a fun ride.

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Week 2 Wednesday

We lay on the gravel beach of the Glacier Lake East of Indian Lake. We ATV'd up to the lake, played in the nearby snow. The water is too cold to swim, but we relax in the sun. Jason and Gail are about hundred yards around the shore out of sight.

We lounge here, watching the eagles soar nearby, the world turns in wonder and splendor. Soon we head back to the boat. Soon back to Seattle. I don't want to go. I mellow into my woman's arms, letting the stress and worry of tomorrow float away on the winds, like the eagles above us.

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The dawn breaks the eastern mountains. Refraction's off the glaciers plays a wonderful awe-inspiring tune. I watch the ancient chariot rise. "Good morning Helios, play nice with Phaethon. Don't cause Phoebus grief by loaning your chariot and steeds." I raise my mug of drinking Chocolate. Today is our last morning here. the plane will land shortly after lunch. I feel my husbands' arms around me. making the world happy and bright. I lean back. His lips find mine. Maybe we will make lunch. Right now, I'm hungry, for Christian Grey.