I didn't really plan on covering the honeymoon, but I thought a lemon before the drama starts again would be nice ;-)
Ana
"Please...stop teasing me. I promise I won't do it again. Really, I am sorry"
This is not how I had envisioned our honeymoon and all because I wanted to have some fun while Christian had to answer some emails and make a couple of phone calls. Christian surprised me by taking me to Aspen for a week. He knows how much I love snow, so actually, it's his fault that I got into trouble not mine.
Earlier today while he was in the study he has here I decide to look around for a while. Too bad I remembered that there are two snowmobiles in the garage. Since Christian was busy for a while I decided to take a ride. I didn't even leave the estate as Christian's property here is big enough to drive and have some fun. I was just about to really get into it when I heard Christian call my name and he was really pissed.
And I am talking about frothing at the mouth mad, okay, so I kind of forgot to wear a helmet and I was only wearing sweatpants, sneakers and a thin hoodie while it was snowing like crazy, but it was fun... at least until I stopped the snowmobile and Christian stormed over to me and carried me into the house. I hadn't really noticed how cold it was and he walked straight up to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. While I was in the tub he gave me a twenty minutes lecture about personal safety, how to dress properly when it is snowing outside, why helmets are important and so on.
Needless to say that I felt like a naughty five-year old, because all I could come up with was 'sorry' and 'but it was fun'; the moment I said that Christian looked so mad for a second I thought he was going to spank me. Instead he started to pace the bathroom and gave me yet another lecture about things that are fun and things that are simply stupid. According to him what I did today was simply stupid. So, after lecturing me he told Taylor to lock the garage and that I was not allowed to leave the house until someone had made sure that I was dressed properly to go out in the cold.
At this point I got mad and we ended up yelling at each other with him storming off in his office slamming the door shut and me pouting in the bedroom. But as I started to really think about I started to realise he is right. I could have killed myself or ended up getting frost bites dressed like that with the outside temperature being -5° F. So, I decided to apologize and this is what it got me...
After I apologized Christian yet again carried me upstairs and what I thought would be make up sex turned into him teasing me. This is just not fair, I am on our bed with him on top of me after getting me hot and bothered in ways I hadn't even heard of and now he just won't take me and the bastard is enjoying this.
"Oh really, Mrs. Grey, you didn't seem too sorry when you told me to mind my own fucking business earlier today."
"I was mad because you were treating me like a child. Please stop teasing me, that is not fair."
"And you think it was fair that you almost gave me a heart attack when I saw you through the window riding that fucking snowmobile without a god damn helmet, dressed in clothes which are not appropriate for this weather and not giving a fuck about your safety?"
Oh no, here we go again... for how long is he going to lecture me about this? I decide I had enough, he is not going to make love to me, he is merely enjoying to drive me insane. So, I manage to get him off me; mainly because my actions took him by surprise, because otherwise I would have had no chance in hell to get him off of me; and curl up on my side pulling the covers all the way up to my nose.
"What are you doing?" I have to bite the insides of my cheeks to stop me from laughing.
"I want to sleep now, you've made your point earlier, I get it, what I did was stupid and I am sorry, but clearly me saying I am sorry is not good enough for you, so if you want to drag this out, fine. You can lecture me all you like once I am asleep." I snap and he leans over me.
"Are you mad at me?" Oh man, he really has no clue.
"I am not mad at you, I just don't like you using sex as a way to punish me. It's not fair."
"But it works" I murmurs and kisses me behind my ear.
"Stop it, I am no longer in the mood, leave me alone." I pout and he makes me turn on my back so he can't look at me.
"You are no longer in the mood?"
"No, because you'll just continue to tease me to prove your point and I am not having it."
"Ana, do you have any idea how much you have scared me, you could have killed yourself."
"But I didn't, I understand now that I was wrong, so can't we just drop it. I don't want to fight, it's our honeymoon."
"I don't want to fight either." he whispers as he kisses me along my jaw line. Damn it, he is so good at distracting me.
"Do you want to play?" he smirks against my lips.
"Depends" I murmur.
"On what?"
"If you are going to make love to me or if you continue to tease me"
"Oh, Mrs. Grey, I am most definitively are going to take you." Maybe the wicked gleam in his eyes should warn me that he is up to something, but he is challenging me and if there is one thing that I can't then it is not taking up a challenge.
"Okay." I agree and suddenly he leaves the bed walks over to his chest of drawers and takes a couple of things out.
"Don't tell me you've brought toys with you." hmmm, this could get very interesting.
"Some" he says and looks at me. "Can I blindfold you?"
"You are not going to tie me up, do you?" Being not able to see what he is doing makes me a little anxious, but being not able to see and to move would be too much for me.
"I would like to, but I won't. I want you to trust me, baby. We are taking small steps, okay."
"Okay" I murmur and he uses a sleep mask to blindfold me. I know I have nothing to worry about, Christian is not going to hurt me, but for some like me this takes a lot of trust.
"Relax baby, I am going to make you feel really good, I promise." Christian whispers against my ear and starts to kiss me from my jaw line to the right corner of my mouth.
"I'm not going to tie you up, but I would like it if you would keep your hands above your head, can you do that for me, baby?"
I nod and do it. "Perfect, now can you open your legs wide for me?" he asks and again I do as he has asked.
"Now that is a very lovely view" he muses and even though I can't see I know that he is smiling.
I feel him climb onto the bed and sitting between my legs. "This is going to be intense, baby. If you don't like it tell me."
"Okay" I whisper and just when I am starting to feel a little anxious about what ever he has planned he leans down and gently strokes my cheek.
"If you are not comfortable with this you can take the mask off, I don't ever want you to be uncomfortable when we are intimate."
Do I want to take the mask off? No... he is my husband, if I can't trust him and then whom can I trust?
"No, I'm good."
"Good" he kisses me quickly, then shuffles a bit down and takes one of my nipples between his teeth pulling slightly. He repeats it with the other until both are really sensitive. When he stops I hear a noise of something opening and then I feel him pour something over my nipples. At first it feels cold, but when Christian blows against my nipples it gets really warm almost to the point where it burns, but it is definitely not unpleasant.
"How is that?" he asks his voice sultry and seductive.
"Good, but I know something that would feel even better." I murmur, if he doesn't take me soon, I might have to really start begging...
"Well, then I'd say let's see if we can make the sensation more intense" he chuckles and kisses down to my belly button and further down to my pubic bone until he reaches his goal. By now not only my nipples but my entire breasts feel warm and tingly and it is slowly driving me insane.
"You taste so good, baby" he murmurs against me and lets his tongue circle my clit.
"Christian, please... please. I swear I never do anything stupid ever again... please" I beg, but he just continues until I hear the sound of a bottle being opened again... oh no, is he going to do what I think? And sure enough I feel him pour something right on my clit and labia. Like before it is cold at first, but when he blows against my clit it heats up and I am sure I'm about to lose my mind any second.
"Please Christian... please... I need you... please" Oh shit... this is torture...
"Good things come to those who wait" Christian chuckles
"I've waited! Now please... fuck me, Christian ... please"
"Oh I don't know ... didn't you tell me that I should mind my own business?" Oh the bastard, he is enjoying this!
"I said I'm sorry now get over it, Grey!" I snap and he laughs... he fucking laughs while I feel like a cat in heat.
"Getting feisty aren't we" he teases amusement clear in his voice.
"You promised ..." I mewl and he crawls on top of me and places his hands on mine as he stretches over me.
"Hush baby, I'm just teasing you" he whispers against my lips and in one swift move he is inside me.
"Ohhh ... yesss... please move... please" I moan and this time he does exactly what I want until I reach an earth shattering orgasm.
"Welcome back" Christian says gently as he removes the mask and smiles down at me.
"Mmmm" is the only thing I capable to get out, I am so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open.
"I'll draw a bath, baby. Do you think you can stay awake until the tub is full?"
"Notchu" I grumble into my pillow. Shit, I can't even get 'not sure' out I am so tired.
"Then sleep, I'll wash you baby" he says and the next thing I remember is waking up three hours later freshly bathed on the bed, with Christian next to me reading.
"Did you give me a bath?" I ask and stretch my legs and arms.
"Yes, I didn't want the oil to be on you for too long... Are you mad at me?" he asks cautiously while eyeing me over the book he is reading.
"Because you used sex as way to punish me?" I ask and bless him he blushes.
"Yes"
"No, I am not mad at you, but I am not sure that we can resolve each argument we are going to encounter in our marriage in bed."
"Could be fun" he mutters and I roll my eyes.
"Seriously Christian, why did you feel the need to punish me after I apologized?"
He shifts a bit and puts the book aside. "Look, this is the only way I know, you fuck up, I punish you and with that we are good."
Oh boy... "So, do you expect me to punish you too when you fuck up?"
"Be real Anastasia" he scoffs.
"I am, because we are married and you are not my Dom, so if you think punishing me for misbehavior or other fuck ups is appropriate, then that is what you will get from me too."
"But you enjoyed it!" Well, I did... but that is not the point.
"I sure did, but that is not the point, I want us to be able to communicate even if we are angry at each other. Imagine you wake up tomorrow morning impotent, what are you going to do then? I mean if sex is your way to cope..."
I have to bite my lip, he looks so appalled. "Ana, first I won't wake up any time soon and find that I can't get it going anymore. And second, when I wanted to discuss what happened with you, you told me to mind my own business. But what you fail to understand is that you are my business, you are my number one priority in this world and if anything would happen to you, because I couldn't keep you safe, it would kill me. I know I can be overbearing and controlling, but that is the only way I know to make sure you are safe. When I saw you outside in a freaking snowstorm riding that thing without a helmet; I had million possible scenarios running through my mind of how you could end up getting yourself killed or seriously hurt before I could get to you. I can't have that Ana, I'd rather have you mad at me, but healthy and alive than you having your fun for a couple of minutes and killing yourself in the process. I just can't have that, only the thought makes me panic."
I look at Christian and suddenly I feel incredibly stupid, he really has a point. And though I told him that I was sorry before, I didn't even think about what it would mean for Christian if something had happened to me. Worst case he could have come home from our honeymoon only to bury me and unbidden the thoughts of the morning in the hospital when my parents told me he died come back to my mind.
"No, please Ana. Don't cry. It's okay, I know you won't do it again and I promise you I'll try to talk before I do anything the next time. Okay, but please don't cry, it's our honeymoon, I want us to be happy." he says and uses a tissue from the nightstand to wipe my tears away.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't think, it looked like fun and I just went for it. But I promise I won't do it again."
"I know, and I'm sorry for teasing you for so long."
"Well, it was mind-blowing in the end, so I guess we are good." I sniff and hear his stomach rumble.
"What time is it?"
"Almost 8 in the evening. I didn't want to wake you up." he says and I get up and get one of his t-shirts out of the his drawer.
"Come on, I'll cook dinner for us. How about mac and cheese?"
He gives me a big boyish grin and with that all is well again. While I cook our dinner, Christian checks his emails again and gets a bottle of wine from the wine cellar for us.
Once everything is ready I put the mac and cheese into two bowls, place dinner roll on the side and we eat while stretched out in front of the fire-place.
"See this is why I married you, you are a great cook."
"One of my many talents" I giggle and get up to get us some chocolate ice cream for dessert. When I am back Christian is on his phone talking to someone.
"I see, we'll release a statement once my wife and I are back home... no not before... I have to go Welch" he hangs up and looks pissed.
"What happened?" I ask and he grabs the remote control from the coffee table and switches the TV on where E!News are running.
"Rumor has it that 28-year-old Seattle billionaire Christian Grey has been snatched and is currently on honeymoon with is new wife. An anonymous source told us that his wife is none other than his childhood friend Anastasia Steele, the only woman Grey was ever seen with apart from his family. Miss Steele was rumored to be his girl friend for years now. According to our source the couple sealed the deal last Friday in a rather rushed ceremony at the King County Courthouse in Seattle. So far there has been no statement from Grey himself or Miss Steele, who is the daughter of a well-known millionaire from Seattle. Stay tuned because with such a rushed wedding we should all start to watch for a baby bump on the new Mrs. Grey..."
Christian switches the TV off and I flop down next to him. "Don't worry baby, they will lose their interest soon, and you have me and the security to keep you safe."
"I know, it's just... I wish they wouldn't be so damn nosy, I loved our wedding and they make it sound like we had a drive through wedding in Vegas"
"You want me to lighten your mood?" he asks and I nod thinking that he is going to make love to me, but instead he gets up and heads upstairs returning dressed in his ski outfit while he is carrying mine.
"Get dressed" he says with a smirks and hands me my clothes. I have no idea what he is up to, but I put everything on and follow him into the garage.
"Wait... are you going to let me ride the snowmobile again?" I ask not quite believing that this is what he has in mind.
"Not quite" he says puts a helmet on and secures the other one on me, before he gets on the snowmobile. "Hop on, Mrs. Grey" he smirks and so I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.
Once outside Christian starts it and we shoot full speed around the house, both of us laughing and just happy. In this moment I don't care about paparazzi, the media or anything else in the world... in moments like these I feel free and there is nothing better to share these moments with my husband...