Sun flitting through the blinds, straight into my eye line. Surprisingly, Christian is still sprawled across my bed, tangled in the silver sheets. He looks peaceful and innocent. If only he could stay like that forever.
I take advantage of my time alone. It's quiet in here, too quiet. The silence is deafening, making me think of the night before. All the memories flooding back to me. Christian shouldn't have to deal with me like this. I am guest. So stupid. I need to show him that I'm worthy of staying here, that I'm not a runaway.
What else happened last night? I ask myself.
Oh fuck .. holy shit… the kiss. Oh my God… My mind moves back to the dancing tongues and smudged faces. Oh how I long for it to happen again. It was amazing. His stubble caused friction against my face as out lips moved, but the redness is worth every penny. He has soft lips, very soft lips. They were like plump pillows of joy that brushed against my skin. Just wow… Christian Grey … what are you doing to me? Come on Anna focus. You need to show Christian .. remember…
My feet glide across the floor, out of the bedroom, down to the main floor, shutting out last night's events. I hover in the kitchen, looking in every cupboard for cleaning supplies. It takes me awhile but in a large cupboard near Mr Grey's study I find them. I take all that I need and start on the kitchen. Beforehand, I take a hair tie from wrist, pulling back my hair from eyes so I can work easier. I take the mop and start of the wooden floor. It's tough and hard work, bringing me to a sweat but Mr Grey should be pleased.
I find a record player in the lounge part of the open plan room. Quietly, I put on a record, making sure the volume is hushed so Christian can continue sleeping. My hips sway to the rhythm of the music as I mop.
Wise men sayOnly fools rush inBut I can't help falling in love with youShall I stay?Would it be a sinIf I can't help falling in love with you?Like a river flowsSurely to the seaDarling, so it goesSome things are meant to beTake my hand,Take my whole life, tooFor I can't help falling in love with you
A hearty chuckle from behind me stunts my movements. I cling to the handle of the mop for support.
"Having fun are we, Anastasia." He smiles a sleepy smile, coming down the stairs. His foot lands on the wet wood and his smile fades.
"Anna, sweetheart, why are you cleaning?"
"I… uh… wanted to say thank you." I mumble,looking towards the floor.
"You don't need to clean to say thank you."
"B-but.. this.. this is how you show love."
"What?" His voice is panicked.
"Cleaning shows love and thankfulness, so I will clean for you." I start moping again, even quicker this time. He will be happy,he might kiss me again.
"Anna stop." He barks, grabbing the mop from my hands.
Tears form in my eyes, but he says "we don't clean here to show love or thankfulness. We say how we feel. No cleaning, come on."
"Okay.." I feel uneasy.
"Who ever taught you that was stupid." He murmurs.
"Mother" I whisper.
Christian leaves that subject alone and guides me back upstairs. I sit awkwardly on the bed, not knowing if I'm in trouble or not. My troubled eyes scan the room for Christian, but he isn't in here. I just sit there, waiting, waiting for my consequence. He returns a few moments later, wearing tight faded jeans. They're probably Levi's, something expensive and Christian-like. Striding forward, he says nothing and kneels himself on the bed. Even now he's still taller than me. His eyes are dark, clouded with lust.
"Did you enjoy that kiss last night, Miss Steele?" He hitches forward, closing the distance between us. I blush.
"I-i. … y..yes.." I pant, breathlessly. He twitches as I bite my lip.
"You bite that lip again, I'll bite it for you " he whispers, eyes locked with mine.
My hands a pinned above my head, bound with only Christians single one. His lips pepper down my face, along my jawline to my neck, but never once on my lips. I wiggle in frustration. His free hand, curves it's way onto my thighs, dancing up and down my milky flesh. This sends my nerves into overdrive. Electrical impulses surge through my veins, like it's a live wire and I'm gonna blow. A small, miniscule moan escapes my lips. It's a catalyst to Christians actions. His lips smash onto mine, like he's a starved man. I can't keep up. The sloppy symphony continues, lips smacking, tongues touching and curling. I can't help but moan again. Breathlessly, Christian holds my face between his palms, "where have you been all my life?"
"Hidden away." I joke.
"My princess." He whispers into my ear and then kisses my temple.
I stare blankly at him, a wave of courage passing through me.
"Love me." I simply say.
"What?" He retracts.
"Love me!"
"Anna… you know I don't love."
"But, these past days, you've done all these nice things. You've cared for me. That's love"
"I don't love."
"Let me teach you."
"You thought love was cleaning, I know what love is."
"I-i'll be your submissive.." I try. "I'll look through more papers. Only if you try to love me, I'll try to be your submissive."
"Are you compromising with me, Anastasia?" He smirks a little. I giggle at his remark.
"Oh, Anna I love that sound."
My arms rope around his neck, pulling him closer to me again.
"Please.." I beg.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Anna. I'm not a romantic type of guy. I don't do normal relationships, I've never done this before." I see his vulnerability. Like me, deep down he has fears.
"Neither have I." I say quietly, cupping his face, the same way he does to me. The stubble on his jaw tickles me a little.
"i don't know if this will work. You have never had sex before. I am rough Anna, really rough. You're a delicate little flower."
"I trust you Christian… with my life.."
"Oh Anna.." he sighs.
"I give myself to you, Mr Grey. I am yours." I bow my head.
His hand comes under my chin, bringing my head to the same level as his.
"No, Anna, you stay as you are… you do not need to submit yourself to me. I-i will try and all flowery and romantic. I'll try if your way. But we do my stuff only when it's appropriate. I'll show you, not everything is painful."
"Yes." I smile, as he pulls me onto his lap, hugging me, carefully missing my lower back.
He swings me over his shoulder in a swift motion. I scream, shrieking at his sudden movements. We come flying down the steps to the Longue again. Christian tips me to the leather couch whilst he fiddles with the record player. Music comes blaring out, filling the room. He takes my hand like a true gentleman. Elvis plays again in the background.
Wise men sayOnly fools rush inBut I can't help falling in love with youShall I stay?Would it be a sinIf I can't help falling in love with you?Like a river flowsSurely to the seaDarling, so it goesSome things are meant to beTake my hand,Take my whole life, tooFor I can't help falling in love with youLike a river flowsSurely to the seaDarling, so it goesSome things are meant to beTake my hand,Take my whole life, tooFor I can't help falling in love with youFor I can't help falling in love with you
We glide across the room, in time with music. I stand on his feet, not knowing how to dance, so he makes an attempt to teach me. We settle on, me using his feet as a guide. I lay my head on his shoulder, as Christian holds me close. I have no idea what I'm getting myself in for or what's going to happen. But being fucked by a billionaire is the only thing on my mind.
The music continues and I fumble around. Christian lowers his lips to mine.
"You're an extraordinary woman, Anna, for I can't help falling in love with you."