Fifty Shades of Life – Chapter 2
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The ping of the elevator tells me of my arrival. The doors open excruciatingly slow as I bolt out. I don't know why I'm so excited. I rub my stomach. Little Blip, Daddy has a surprise for us.
I enter the hallway and take a deep breath to restore my equilibrium. I walk to the kitchen to see Christian leaning against the counter, looking sexy with his just fucked hair, sipping on a glass of wine, and oh – he's wearing those jeans – the ones he wears into the playroom. My heart is beating frantically. Soft music is playing in the background, but my clouded mind can't comprehend what song it is.
I am awestruck. This God given man is mine. Mine. He puts his glass down and opens his arms for me. I squeal in delight as I run into his arms. This is where I want to be. This is where I belong. He buries his nose in my hair, tightening his hold on me.
"I missed you, Mr. Grey." I whisper.
"And I you, Mrs. Grey." He breathes.
He leans down to give me a sweet, soft kiss, but when our lips touch, the kiss changes and turns into something hot and passionate. Our lips moulding to one another as if they were meant for each other. His tongue in my mouth, exploring. Christian breaks away, panting as he leans his forehead against mine. He rubs his nose against mine.
"Wow, Mrs. Grey. You missed me that much?"
"Inexplicably so, Mr. Grey."
He grins down at me, releasing me but keeping a hand around my waist. "Come, let's eat."
I follow him but stop in my tracks. All the distractions with the kissing and whatnot has made me forget the surprise.
"What's wrong, Anastasia?" I turn to look at him slyly. "I thought there was going to be a surprise for me?"
He smirks. "Later, eat first."
A few dishes are laid out on the table, beef stew, asparagus with two dips, four different types of bread and clams. What an eclectic choice of food! My mouth waters with hunger. "Did Mrs. Jones prepare this?" I wonder.
"Yes." I seat myself across from Christian, as we dig in. He asks me about work and tells me how he's a step closer to creating a solar powered mobile phone. It's fascinating. Throughout dinner, I reach my leg across and entwine it around Christians. He's relaxed and happy, making me relax.
After our meal, a question bubbles into my head. Should I ask Christian? I don't want to ruin our good moods, but curiosity takes over. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course Ana, anything."
"Do you ever wonder who your real father is? Maybe Welch could – "
"No. End of discussion." He sounds so distant and callous, making me regret asking. I look down. Christian grasps my chin, tilting my head up, his eyes soft. "Come, let me show you the surprise." How mercurial. My fifty shades. He takes my hand and leads me down the hallway and up the stairs.
The playroom!
"So… what is this surprise?"
He smirks. "Always hungry for information. Well Mrs. Grey, it wouldn't be a surprise if you knew."
I blush. We reach the top landing and walk towards the playroom. The door is unlocked. Inside, sits a wrapped box. Christian volunteers an explanation. "Well, I was thinking, we missed your birthday, we didn't get any kinky fuckery and now, we're drama free. Besides, it just gives me another reason to lavish you." Lavish me? I like the sound of that. My inner goddess swoons. Even my subconscious nods her head in agreement.
He leads me to the chair and produces the silver balls from his pocket. My heart beats in excitement. A few months ago, I would've been scared, and I would've wondered why he would want to punish me. Now I know that it's more for my pleasure, and with my pleasure comes his.
I automatically open my mouth to lubricate the balls but he shakes his head. He pops it into his mouth instead. Christian sucking those balls – oh my. While he sucks, he reaches out to undo my dress, letting it fall down and pool at my feet. He takes the balls out and slides my panties off. "You're beautiful, Anastasia." He glides a finger through my wet folds and groans. "Always so ready."
He gently slips the balls into me and the familiarity of the heavy pull makes me moan in pleasure. He reaches for me and yanks on my arm, making me fall on him, my behind facing upwards. His hand glides down my back, unhooking my bra and trailing down my spine. His fingers trail over my behind, soft as silk. His hand disappears and lands with a loud smack against the apex of my thighs, pushing the balls deeper. I moan. He hits me from right, to left, to the middle. The middle ones are the best. They sting but they're not unbearable and I've come to enjoy the feeling. Christian stops. "As much as I like doing this, I need to be inside you. Now." He leads me to the bed while he slips his shirt and discards his pants. "I wonder if little blip was conceived here." Christian muses. I laugh. "Well, we'd never know, seeing as we have sex everyday."
"Do you want to be tied up?" He asks. I don't hesitate. "Yes… Sir." He smirks as he reaches down to tie my ankles and then to tie my hands. I am spread over the four poster bed. Suddenly, the image of Jack Hyde tying me and making me feel helpless crosses my mind. "Red. Red red red red red." Christian gasps. He quickly unties me.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Tears well up in my eyes and spill down my face. "Jack. I remember feeling helpless when he tied me up. I'm so sorry Christian." I sob.
"No baby, I'm sorry. I assumed you were ready. I'm the one who's sorry."
I shake my head as Christian climbs up next to me and holds me. I bury my face into his neck and we just lie there.
"Baby, I really am sorry."
"No, it's my fault too."
Christian leans down to kiss me and we make sweet, unhurried love.