A:N- Hey guys! Another late update :( I'm so sorry! I have been struggling with a bit of a block and I try to still write, but it's just not my best work. I keep giving you guys fill in chapters, so I know it isn't that great right now, but thank you so much for staying with me! Any suggestions are welcome! Also, Phoebe will be born in this book! Just don't know when ;) ~Whit
After what feels like eternity, Christian lifts his head and dusty gray eyes meet mine.
"I'm always amazed by you, Ana." Christian's husky voice is laced with wonder.
"It was just love-making. You're not so bad yourself." I giggle and he shakes his head slightly.
"But Ana, this time was different. You're so… brave… and you commanded me." Christian smiles and nuzzles my chest. I run my hand through his hair, feeling the soft, copper locks tickle my hand. We lay in sweet silence for a few minutes longer before Christian raises up from my chest. His lips meet mine and I feel the passion explode in our kiss. Round two?! My inner goddess is naked and wanting, begging for Christian. A thought crosses my mind as Christian moves to kiss my collarbone.
"Take me to the playroom." I whisper into his hair and he flashes me his all-American grin.
"As you wish, Mrs. Grey." Christian gets up from the bed and I follow him.
"I need to get dressed." I note as I look at the bags in the corner that contain my new lingerie. Christian looks completely confused, but nods.
"15 minutes." He commands, getting into his dominant mode.
"Yes, Sir." I answer back, readying myself to play the submissive. He stalks out of the room, completely naked and not bothering to close the door. I begin to dig through the bags that are in the corner. I find the La Perla bag and pull out the red dress with matching briefs. After pulling out the dress, a white piece of paper falls out of the bag and onto the floor of our room. I glance at it as I shimmy into my briefs. Once they're on, I bend to pick up the mysterious note that has fallen out of the bag, feeling a slight ache in my back. I raise up and read the note.
"I'd kill to see you in this."
I beam at the note and place it onto the bed. Christian is so reassuring when it comes to my body, even when I'm seven months pregnant with our second child. I slip into the babydoll dress and head into the bathroom to put my hair into a single braid.
Once I'm finished, I make my way to the playroom. I kneel by the door, parted thighs and hands flat. I stare down at the floor and await my instruction from Christian. Desire is swirling around in my stomach. What will Fifty do to me today? Maybe we'll use that flogger! A clattering noise disturbs my thoughts and I know that Christian is in the room. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he sees me, waiting for him. Christian pads over to me quietly. He places his hands on my shoulders.
"Stand." His voice is demanding and seductive. I get up, struggling a little, from the floor and keep my head bowed.
"Look at me." Blue eyes meet gray and Christian has a blank expression. His eyes travel up and down my body, admiring me. His expression changes to bright gray eyes and he's licking his lower lip. I stand stock still under his gaze and wait for my next instruction, like the good submissive I am.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Anastasia." Christian states, his voice is so seductively warm, I feel it radiating off him.
"Thank you, Sir." I murmur and begins to slowly circle around me.
"What are we going to do, Anastasia?" He continues to slowly circle me. I swallow and stay glued to the floor. I watch as his feet pad around me. He has on those jeans, my favorite ones, and his chest is exposed. He looks edible, but I cannot move, or I will be punished. I feel him clasp my braid and pull it back, revealing my neck. He begins to plant wet kisses all over the side of my neck. I stifle a moan, still not moving. He stops kissing and moves back to my front. His eyes are a fiery gray and his look is carnal. Holy cow.
"Come." Christian leads me over to the four-poster bed. The red satin sheets feel soothing beneath me as I lie down.
"Comfortable enough?" Christian asks me and I nod. I'm panting, waiting for him to make his next move.
"I think you've seen enough, Mrs. Grey." Christian narrows his eyes and smirks at me, causing the fire in my belly to explode again. I bite my lip to stifle my moan. Christian leaves me lying on the bed and stalks over to the drawer. Soon, he's back and carrying a red blindfold. He slips it over my eyes and the last thing I see are Christian's eager eyes. I feel his touch, skimming over my dress and down to my briefs. I wriggle beneath him and he stops. I pout.
"Still, Anastasia." Christian admonishes. He begins to agonizingly slowly pull my briefs down my legs, leaving a trail of light kisses in their path. Next, he slips my babydoll dress over my head and tosses it. He kisses the tops of each of my breasts, leaving me wet and wanting. I hear his footsteps walking away from the bed and my curiosity is piqued. I hear a few more drawers being opened and his footsteps begin to get louder as he nears me. Christian's supple arms raise me up from the bed and I am in his arms. His scent fills my nostrils, heating my blood even more than before.
"I need you on your hands and knees for what I have in mind." I nod and he carefully places me back on the bed, helping me get into the new position. What does he have in mind? Christian grabs one of my wrists and ties a gentle knot around it, checking to make sure it is secure, but not too tight. Then, he ties the another knot around the bedpost and moves around the bed and ties my other wrist. I am tied to the bed by just my wrists and I'm on my knees. I can hear Christian's shallow breathing.
"Oh, Ana. You look beautiful. All trussed up and sexy." He says seductively, causing a small moan to escape my lips.
"I'm going to try something new with you, Ana. If it is too much, tell me to stop." I nod, having no idea what my kinky husband has been planning.
"Tell me."
"I will tell you." A sharp slap echoes off the walls around me and the muscles in my belly clench. I feel my backside reddening.
"I will tell you, Sir." I quickly splutter and Christian begins rubbing my backside. Christian picks up something off the floor and my breath quickens. The familiar feeling of suede tails drag across my back deliciously slow. I arch my back and grip onto my ties as I await the first hit. My waiting is halted when I feel the flogger strike me at the base of my back. The suede is so soft, but the strike from the flogger bites into my skin. I shudder and Christian strikes again, this time at the back of my calves. I throw my head back and let out a string of garbled moans. I can tell by the pace of Christian's breathing that his next target will be my ass. Soon, the lash of the flogger hits me again, causing a stinging sensation to erupt on my backside. My skin feels so sensitive and I'm not sure how many more lashes I can take. Christian hits my ass three more sharp times before I know I can't handle anymore.
"Stop!" I cry out, dropping my head into the bed. I hear the flogger clatter to the floor and Christian's hands are slowly rubbing over what I imagine to be all of the reddened parts of my skin.
"Good girl." Christian croons to me as he climbs on the bed. I feel the bed dip and I know that he is behind me.
"Is this is too much Ana, you know what to do."
"Yes, Sir." Butterflies flutter in my tummy… or is Phoebe? I grip my restraints and wait for Christian's next move. Skilled fingers begin working my sex. I'm momentarily confused... this isn't new? Christian's fingers begin moving upward to… there! I feel him spreading the moisture around my anus, which shrinks under his fingers.
"Oh god, Christian!" I groan out and I know I have screwed up when I feel a hard smack against my behind.
"I did not give you permission." Christian admonishes and I bite my lip, forbidding anything else to escape my lips. Christian kisses me where he has just spanked me.
"Are you ready, Mrs. Grey?" Christian smooth voice questions me, causing me to release my lip.
"Yes, Sir." And before I know it, Christian's tip is inside my anus. The feeling is so strange and full, but he hasn't even completely entered me yet. I can feel myself stretching to adjust to him. This is so erotic, but so hot. I want him to move.
"Are you okay? I'm going to move."
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." I beg Christian and he pushes his full length inside me. I moan out, loudly, and clench onto the satin sheets.
"Jesus Christ, Ana. This is so tight." Christian slowly pulls back and moves in again, causing me to groan louder. Christian groans, too, and picks up his speed. The feeling is so new and oddly satisfying. Hearing Christian's pants and groans only turns me on even more and I feel myself climbing higher and higher. Christian is full speed now, gripping onto my hips, he slams into me again and again. I push back onto him, causing him to slap me on my behind once again. It just turns me on even more and I know I am so close. Before I can process what is happening, I hear a familiar soft hum of vibration and then I feel it on me. Right on my sweet spot. This sensation is so much, I fear that this orgasm might just kill me. Christian's panting is as loud as mine and I feel him twitching inside me. Suddenly, I can't focus on anything happening. Christian's panting, the hum of the vibration, and the pounding all fade into an even darker black than behind the blindfold and I feel myself collapse onto the soft, satin sheets.
"SHIT, ANA!" Is all I hear before the darkness closes in.