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Ring Ring Ring...
Ring Ring Ring...
"Humm, what is that damn noise? Shut up already!" i say, slowly opening my eyes, only to feel the full strength of my newly acquired hangover. Damn, i hadn't felt like this since i was in college. You're getting old Ana!
Ring Ring Ring...
"Oh, is the door bell? What time is it?" i murmur, looking at my alarm clock. Oh shit, it's 7.30am already. I'm going to be late and with this headache i need at least one hour to pull myself together, or at the very least, get myself cleaned up to get rid of the stench of alcohol in me. Ugh, my breath is atrocious too!
Ring Ring Ring...
"Ah hell! Ok ok! I'm coming! Stop ringing that damn thing!" i yell, already pissed at whomever it is on the other end of that door!
Getting up, very slowly and very reluctantly, i grab my robe, slap my cheeks a couple of times to wake myself up and walk towards the still ringing door. Damn, such hurry, so early in the day! When i open the door, all my anger suddenly disappears and i'm left with an open mouth and grey eyes glaring at me.
"Good morning Anastasia" he says, in a very cold and slightly pissed of tone, looking beautiful and fifty as always. Oh my god!
"Christian" i whisper, not being able to say another word and looking like a deer caught in the headlights, literally.
"I see you just woke up. That must mean last night was fun hun?" he asks, controlled anger and bitterness splashed across his face. Oh shit, he's pissed and he's in my apartment. I'm in my robe, and i have a massive headache and now i seem to have lost the ability to speak. Great! Come on Ana, wake up! Talk damn it!
"Y-yes. You woke me up with all the ringing." i say, sounding a bit too ashamed for my taste, but i couldn't help it, i felt ashamed at myself for letting tonight get so wild.
"So, can i come in or what?" he says, annoyed and impatient.
"I have to get ready for work and i'm already late as you can see. Is it urgent?" I say, looking also annoyed and impatient so he gets a taste of his own medicine. Because honestly, i am in no mood to talk to a very pissed Christian Grey , this early in the morning and in such a fragile condition as i find myself in.
"It won't take long." he says, and with that, he barges in, and positions himself in front of me, closes the door and grabs my arms, keeping his very penetrating gaze on me. Oh my god, his smell is just too good to be true, and his touch, even such a forced one, is just heaven for my senses. How i have missed him, all of him! I want him so much! Fuck! Not now Ana! He's not welcome here now, so let him know that!
"Let go of me! What the hell is your problem anyway?!" i blurt at him, causing him to raise his eyebrows as a response and letting go of my arms, but still glaring at me. Good, mission accomplished, i think.
"Where were you yesterday Anastasia? And who were you with? Please answer me Ana! I deserve to know after spending the entire night worrying about you!"
"So this is the urgent matter that couldn't wait?" i say, sounding annoyed and not at all pleased by this interrogation. After his almost unnoticeable nod, i proceed with my line of thought. "Why do you care where i was or who i was with? It's my life and i don't need to explain myself to you Mr Grey." i say, pronouncing each syllable to ensure maximum absorption on his part.
"Where were you Ana? Were you with someone else? Just tell me please." he says, almost pleading to my soul with those sparkling grey eyes never leaving mine. Damn, he makes me feel so special when he looks at me like that, so unique and one of a kind. And just like that i melt and my brick walls turn into butter.
"Fine, if you really need to know, i went out with José and some friends from college. We went to a bar, had a few drinks, danced and had a good time." i say, blushing a bit and avoiding his gaze, giving away almost immediately that something else had went down last night that i wasn't really feeling like sharing. Of course he picks up on it and, like a shark smelling blood in the ocean, he goes for the kill.
"What happened Anastasia? What did you do last night that makes you so ashamed to tell me?" he says, sounding all understanding and sympathetic. Of course i know, the minute that truth is out, he will go all mercurial on me and just get full blown pissed. But i won't lie to him, i promised him that a long time ago.
"I don't think you're going to like it but i'm going to tell you anyway. Last night, someone kissed me. It was very sudden and very short lived. I had no reaction at all." i say, truly sorry and full of regret. Apart from being a very nice kiss, right now i just want to be kissed by one man, and he is starting to look a bit too dangerous for that effect. Oh boy, here it comes.
"Who was it?" he hisses, heavy breathing and glaring at me at full rage. Never seizes to amaze me how he can go from a puppy dog eyed look to a full hell on earth one in just two seconds.
"His name is Parker, he was one of the seniors of our class." i say, avoiding his gaze at any cost and holding back several tears filled with regret and anguish. I hate it that he can make me feel so guilty for something i had nothing to do with.
"Did you kiss him back? Did you like it? He touched you anywhere else? Just tell me Anastasia!" he almost yells, now just sounding utterly desperate and holding on for my answer like his life depended on it. Oh poor fifty, i hate to see you like this! I am so sorry!
"No! I told you, i didn't see it coming and it was short. No touching anywhere, it was just a kiss." i say, not looking at him at all, feeling my tears getting oh so very close to fall. Why am i so strong in my head but then in front of him i just melt instantly?
"Did you like it? Did you feel anything?" he whispers to me, holding me against him and tilting my head back forcing me to look him straight in the eyes. Those drop dead gorgeous eyes of his, searching for my answer before i open my mouth. He truly is the most alluring man i have ever known and i miss every bit of him right now.
"No! I was drunk and i felt nothing. Because no matter how many guys try to kiss me, they have nothing against you! There, are you happy? You can go back to your Ivory tower knowing you're the man now!" i say, tears sprinkling down my cheeks. How can he do this to me? Making me feel so miserable just because someone else felt me attractive enough to kiss me, even if so very gently. He knows how i feel about him and yet here he is, demanding explanations from me like i'm one of his subs. I hate feeling like this because all i want is to be with him and i can't!
But before i can say anything else or do something to stop my tears from falling he pulls me against his chest, one hand cradling my head and the other circling my waist and kisses me with such ferocity and longing i just feel my legs melt and failing on me. He then drags both hands to my behind, lifts me up, and now i'm straddling him and he keeps tormenting with his tongue, going from my mouth to my neck, kissing, biting and licking, and then shifting his full attention to my already hardened nipples, licking them, pulling them and making me moan for dear life. How i have missed his touch, his smell, his taste.
Everything about him is intoxicating and i just can't fight anymore, i want him and i want him now and if his mouth wasn't enough of a sign that he wants me just as much, his full erection makes it perfectly clear. He is going to fuck me, hard and i am going to love every single minute of it.
"Oh Ana! I have missed you so much! I want to fuck you so hard right now!" he whispers in my ears, full of lust and longing. And as he says it he removes my robe, pushes down my pajama shorts and rips my panties apart and throws me onto the bed. Damn, i liked those! He then proceeds to, in light speed, removing his pants and boxers, and putting the condom on. When he got it out of the packaging i don't even know, because right now all i can think about its him, on top of me, trusting into me, slow and hard, making me gasp at the amazing feeling of him inside me again.
And then he continues exploring my body, licking, biting, sucking, kissing and causing me to moan and scream at his every move, and then i feel it, my entire body trembling with anticipation for that sweet and long overdue jump into oblivious that i have missed so much. With one last trust, harder and tighter that ever i make my jump and then he follows me, gasping for air and holding me in place, kissing my lips and looking at me saying "You're mine Ana! Mine!".
"Yes, i'm yours Christian. Always." i whisper to him, letting him cradle me and stroke my hair and my back. We stay like that, laid in my bed, holding each other for a while, until i start hearing something buzzing. What is that? It keeps buzzing for a few minutes and its starting to get annoying as hell. I try to look around and find the cause of that annoying noise so i can go back to my very distracting fifty, but that's when i feel myself getting dizzier and dizzier, the sound of Christian's voice getting muffled by the second, no longer feeling his hold on me and then everything gets foggy and i feel myself falling into darkness, leaving behind my Adonis looking fifty, before hitting the ground with a massive thud.
"Ouch! What the hell?" i cry out, abruptly waking up, with a huge pounding in my head, and for the first time in my life, i wish i could go back to sleep because when i can finally get a grip on myself and open my eyes, i realize that the most amazing night of my life in the last few days, was just a very hot, dirty and intoxicating dream. My fifty is nowhere to be seen, i am fully dressed and late for work. Again! Reality is a cruel bitch, one that is truly deserving of some serious spanking!