Fifty Shades of Life – Chapter 4
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A/N: Hey guys! Another update! I now have close to 50 people following this story and it's not even been a week. That's crazy! Thank you all so much! Things will be picking up and becoming more interesting, so please bare with me. This chapter is a filler!
Fifty can be so sweet at times. Well actually, most of the time. I remember when he told me he didn't have a heart. I knew I didn't believe him for a reason. He's self abhorrence is astounding and I wish he could see himself the way I see him. Perfect in all his fucked-up, mercurial, megalomaniac, control freak ways. Holding his late birthday present to me, I put it back in its box and place in on top of the butt drawer. Looking around the room and reminiscing about all the memories we shared together. Was it just over a month ago that I left him? It feels like a lifetime ago.
Lost in thought, I don't notice Christian until he wraps his arms around me and places his hands over my stomach.
"Hey baby, did you see my present?" He nuzzles my neck.
"Yes. Where did you even find it?" I giggle.
"I have my ways." He smirks
"It's perfect, like you. I love it."
"Well, I'd have to disagree on that. I am far from perfect."
I frown. "Well, you're perfect to me and I love you just the way you are. Fifty shades and all."
He rubs my stomach in soothing circles. "I can't wait for little blip's arrival. He or she was conceived and made by our love. The love that we share for each other. We created little blip."
Tears well up in my eyes. Fifty can be so romantic, yet the love he has for our unborned son or daughter makes my heart swell with love. Is it possible that I can love him more than I did yesterday, but less than I will tomorrow?
"Christian, I love you, and I love how you've accepted little blip. It fills me with absolute joy and love that I have your child growing inside of me and the amount of love I feel for you and little blip is out of this world."
Christian gently spins me around and lovingly presses his lips to mine. Our lips move in synchronisation as his tongue slips into my mouth. Boy – my husband is a great kisser.
My arms move to wrap around Christian as he tightens his hold around me and carries me to the four-poster bed. He places me at the edge to pull of my dress. I reach to unbutton his shirt, slowly brushing his skin as I unbutton one by one. He doesn't seem to mind. He shrugs it off as I reach for his pants. Pulling it off, Christian leans down. His lips barely touching mine.
"Do you want to play?"
My heart accelerates and my breathing picks up. The effect he has on me. I nod and he gives me a wicked grin. I am ready. I will be ready for my man. I want to please him.
He lifts me and places me in the middle of the bed.
"What are you going to do?"
"Well Mrs. Grey, that would spoil the surprise."
Just those words alone have got me panting and if I wasn't married to him, it'd be embarrassing.
Christian walks to the chest of drawers. The way he bends over, I can see his back muscles. This Adonis is mine. He saunters sexily back, holding a blindfold. I pout.
"I think you've seen enough." He smirks.
Now I am bathed in complete darkness, the only sound I can hear is the opening and closing of the drawer. Suddenly he's pushing me down, his lips hot and hard on me, his erection digging into me.
I reach up to wrap my arms around him but he stops me. Taking my hand, he handcuffs me. Oh. Pulling my arm upwards, he handcuffs it to the top of the bed post. He does the same to the other.
"Well, this has to go." Christian reaches around to unbuckle my bra.
"You're so beautiful, Anastasia. You're mine." He growls.
"Yes. Yours."
Trailing his hand downwards, he takes my legs and cuffs it. He does the same on my other leg, and there's a clicking sound. My legs are straight and they are automatically pushed apart. The spreader bar.
I am completely helpless and at mercy. Christian trails his arms up my legs, slowly and sensually as he kisses a path down my stomach. His lips moving south and his hands moving north. A moan escapes my lips. His hands reach the top of my thighs and I am aching and writhing with want.
"I think this needs to go." He rips my panties in two.
His fingers trail slowly up my wet folds and he lets out a groan.
"You never cease to amaze me Mrs. Grey. You're so wet."
He slides a finger inside of me while his thumb circles my clitoris. He adds another finger. I want to tilt my pelvis upwards but the spreader bar is stopping me.
"Oh, please Christian." I moan
"Soon, baby."
Christians fingers are relentless, thrusting into me. Suddenly, he removes his fingers. I cry out. "No!"
Christian gently blows on me. "You smell divine, Anastasia."
He tongue flicks my clitoris as he enters his fingers again. With his fingers thrusting and his tongue flicking, I come. My orgasm is endless because I cannot close my legs, nor can I bend them.
As my breathing calms down, Christian removes the blindfold.
"How come you always pleasure me but you don't like to be pleasured?"
"Baby, it gives me pleasure to pleasure you and I want all your pleasure."
He leans down to kiss me as he enters me. His hands massaging my breasts. Thrusting into me, he finds a rhythm, slowly increasing his pace.
"Harder Christian." I gasp.
He thrusts harder, again and again, angling himself and slamming into me, hitting my sweet spot. He thrust once, twice, three times as I come, spiraling down from heaven. He follows suit and stills. "Oh Ana!" He groans.
He un-cuffs me and I bend my knees in relief. I am exhausted. Well and thoroughly fucked.
Christian pulls down the duvet and pulls me under, wrapping his arms around me, my head resting on his chest. He nuzzles my hair. I turn to kiss his chest.
"I love you, baby." He whispers as we fall into a deep, exhausting slumber.