APOV
After, hours and hours, with dinner in between. And more wine for me. We've finally finished decided on wedding invitations.
My mother very obviously wanted expensive invitations. The flashier the better. Mia tried getting me to pick very girly and pink invitations. When I tried getting Christian to help me with these two. He was of no help. He just kissed me and said, 'It's your decision, Anastasia. Whatever you want.'
It was getting late, but we needed to pick out wedding invitations and I was determined to pick them out tonight. I selected a classic, white on white invitation. Very simple. Understated, yet beautiful. I'm having the wording in dark gray ink and we are putting them in pale blush pink envelopes. Mia will get them ready to mail, as soon as possible. She just left and will start them tomorrow.
I yawn.
"Christian, can you have Taylor or Sawyer drive my mother to her hotel, please? Goodnight mother, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."
My mother laughed. "Ana, what are you going on about? I don't have a hotel. Why would I? I can stay here, there's plenty of room for me. Right, Christian?"
"Of course, Carla. You're more than welcome to stay."
"Then you two figure out her accommodations. I'm going to bed."
I can't deal with Carla right now. She was too much earlier, during dinner, and deciding invitations. I go to our room and get ready for bed. I brush my teeth and climb into bed. Shortly after, Christian comes in. He takes his shirt and pants off, then climbs in behind me.
"Baby, she just wants to help."
"No, Christian. She's hovering and bothering and annoying and I just can take it anymore. I'm going to flip out on her if she doesn't stop."
"You're her only daughter. You're getting married. She's going to want to be involved."
"Christian, you don't understand."
"Then tell me, baby." He puts a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"It's not just me. Nobody can deal with her. All her relationships prove that. When she divorced Ray. She married a month later. Her new husband made me uncomfortable when I went to visit her. She didn't listen and said I was overreacting. She's never came to visit me. This is her first time ever coming to see me. I'm usually the one to visit her. Her new boyfriends and husbands always came before me. She didn't even come to my high school graduation because she was moving from Vegas to Georgia. She didn't come to my college graduation because her current husband sprained his foot while golfing. If that was my baby graduating. I would move heaven and earth to be there. Her husband is a grown ass man with an injured foot. She could have left him alone for a day. I would hobble on crutches if it was me who broke my leg, just to see my daughter graduate. Luckily for me, Ray has always been there for me. She's always been this way. But her comments about us really hurt and I guess I'm holding it against her."
"What did she say?"
"Just forget it, Christian."
"What did she say, Anastasia." He says, not to be argued with.
"When I called and told her on the phone, that you asked me to marry you. She asked if I was pregnant. I get that people are going to think that. Because of our rush... Well, your rush to get married. I mean, that was your brother's first question. Kate even asked me again after you denied it. And I'm sure everyone else at your parents house that night, wanted to know the answer to that question. So I don't blame her for asking, even though it does hurt she would think that of me. When she came to Seattle, I was surprised. Then she mentioned a friend of hers showed her an article of you and I. She said 'Why didn't you tell me you were marrying a rich man, when I ask you to tell me about him?' That's exactly what I did. I told her about you. What does your bank account have to do with you as a person? Then, when we came back here, she said she understood why I was marrying you so quickly now. She didn't even meet you, yet! How could she say that? She also said because I was wearing this, your T-shirt and some shorts, that I was too frumpy to be the fiancé of a billionaire. That if I wanted to keep you, I would have to dress to impress. I know people are going to think that I'm pregnant or a gold digger because of the rushed wedding. But it still hurts, especially coming from my own mother." I finish my rant about my mother. I'm still fuming.
"Baby, I don't give a fuck what people say or think. You shouldn't, either. I'm marrying you because I love you. I know what I want. I want you as my wife. Why wait."
"I know that, Christian. I know. But they don't."
"Like I said. I don't give a fuck. And as for me not wanting you if you wear my 'frumpy' T-shirts. Anastasia your look so fucking hot in my clothes. I don't give a fuck what you wear, you look sexy as hell. You could be wearing a burlap sack and I'd still marry you." I reach for my phone. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to call Kate's mom, Kelly. I'm going to tell her to cancel designing my dress. That my future husband wants his bride wearing a sack."
He grabs my phone from me, tossing it onto the floor. He pins me down under him, straddling me and holds my hands above my head.
"You and that smart mouth, Ms. Steele. I think you should put it to use. I have something I can put in it to keep you quiet." He flexes his hips pushing his erection into my covered core.
"Christian!" I quickly scold him.
He kisses me and it quickly turns passionate. I turn my head from his mouth and he kisses my neck. He roughly forces my legs apart and settles between them. I am panting and wet, still wanting from earlier. But my mother is here. We can't.
"Christian... We... Can't..." I say breathlessly. Panting.
"Why the fuck not?" He continues kissing me. His hand slips down my shorts. "You want me, Anastasia. You're very fucking wet, baby." I moan and bite my lip hard to keep me from being loud.
He starts playing with my clit.
"Christian. Oh! Christian, we can't. Ah! My mo-. Oooh, god!"
He puts his fingers inside me and starts finger fucking me. He positions his palm on my clit, he rubs and puts pressure on my clit. I start to flex my hips, circling them as I meet his fingers. Oh god! I feel my walls begin to tighten I'm almost there. I tilt my head back and moan.
He suddenly stops. "No!" I scream out frustrated.
He sits up fast, kneeling between my open legs. I'm panting. He puts his fingers into his mouth, sucking me from them. He closes his eyes and hums in appreciation. When he opens his eyes they have darkened with desire.
"Yes or no, Anastasia." He raises a brow.
"Christian, I want you, I do. But my mother is here and you know, I'm not very quiet."
His eyes dance with what... excitement? "We could go into the playroom. It's sound proof."
"No." Definitely not while my mother is here.
"I could gag you." My eyes widen, at his suggestion.
"Gag me?" He nods slowly. "Okay." I whisper.
He suddenly gets up and runs out of our room wearing only his boxer briefs.
"Christian!" He runs back into the room. "You don't have any clothes on!" Then I remember the ball gag, I got out of the playroom. I didn't return it. "Hold on."
I get up and out of bed. Into the closet. I get the ball gag, out of the suitcase. Closing it and putting the suitcase back. I stand and turn around. I jump startled, at Christian standing in the doorway of the closet. I gasp and jump.
"Why do you have a ball gag in your suitcase, Anastasia?"
"Um. I have all my photo shoot lingerie in there. I haven't put anything away, yet."
"That explains the naughty outfits. Not the ball gag, baby."
"I was going to do a photo, with the ball gag. You're always saying, I have a smart mouth. I was going to gag myself and take a photo but decided against it."
"What else do you have in there?"
"Go sit on the bed and wait for me. I'll show you." He stands there for a moment, eyeing me suspiciously, then leaves. "And lock the door!" I shout after him.
I pull the suitcase back out and take out the naughty school girl outfit. I put on the short skirt. It's angled so you can't see my sex but the bottom of my ass is on full display. I put on knee high black stockings and my sexy black heels. I don't have a top that would go with this. I could just wear a bra... Or...
CPOV
I'm waiting for Anastasia to come out. The last sexy thing she wore for me was phenomenal. I'm anticipating what she'll put on next. I don't know what is taking her so long. I've just got a ping on my phone. It's an email from Ros, she finally got in contact with Clayton. He refused the move to Alaska. Just fucking great!
I notice I have two Google Alerts. I only remember reading one. I open the alerts to read the newest one. I scroll past the first alert, about Anastasia and the girls going to the bridal shop. What I see next has my blood boiling!
There she is. My baby, hugging a man outside a deli! His hands are wrapped around her. They are smiling and look to be laughing, so happy together. What the fuck?! Anastasia didn't mention this to me! Sawyer didn't mention this to me! I gave him a list of approved persons for her. I don't know who this fucker is, so why is he pawing at my girl?! And she's not wearing her fucking ring! I did say, I didn't need to be informed of her day to day tasks unless it involves her safety. I may need to revise that. I go to read the article. I get as far as, The Seattle Nooz, just as I hear heels clicking on the floor.
I look up to see Anastasia, looking hot as fuck wearing a short black plaid skirt, knee high black stockings and sexy heels. She doesn't have a top on. She's wearing one of my black ties. She's holding the ball-gag and some rope from the playroom. Perfect.
I was planning some kinky love making. But, not now. Now, I just have the urge to punish her. My palm is twitching.
I stand, my dominant stance. I take the ball gag from her. She's a screamer. I love that. She'll defiantly want to scream out, with what I have planned now.
"Open your mouth." I demand of her in my Dom voice.
She does so, without hesitation. I place the ball gag in her mouth and strap it to her. I take the rope from her. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. Anastasia laying on her elbows. I straddle her and tie her hands to the bed. I take the black tie off her and use it to blindfold her. I settle between her legs. I grab her legs and open her wide. She's not wearing any panties. Holding her legs down, I give her no warning and lick her, my tongue flat. She tastes divine. I can even get a hint of the wine she drank earlier. I start licking and sucking on her clitoris. Hard. I feel her legs begin to tense, so I stop my movements. I hear her grunt out from behind the gag at her disapproval. Oh, no, baby. You're not coming. I suck and lick her again. She fucking tastes exquisite. She trembles and I stop again. Not letting her come. She tries to get her pussy to my mouth, when I stop. I hold her tighter and pull my face away from her delicious pussy.
Tasting her, is turning me on too much, so I stop. This isn't my punishment. It's hers.
I stretch out on top of her, cradling her head. I start finger fucking her, as I suck and nibble her neck. Marking her mine. She wasn't wearing her engagement ring in the photo because of the fucking media. Other men can't see she's taken. I'm going to mark her so they can see. She's mine! I suck hard. She moans behind her gag. Her legs stiffen again and I slow my hand's pace. Once she's calmed, I increase my pace. She climbs higher and higher. And again, I slow my movements, just before she reaches her release. I can tell she's getting frustrated with me. She's started pulling her restraints. She keeps trying to close her legs, for relief. And if she continues, I'll get a spreader bar.
I get off her and take off my boxer briefs. I climb back onto the bed, between her legs. I open her up to me and plunge inside her with out warning. Fuck, she's so fucking wet! I grit my teeth to stop me from grinding into her. She throws her head back and pulls the restraints. I hear her call out from behind the ball-gag. She tightens around me. Almost there. So, I hold still, inside her. She's not coming tonight! Once she's calm, I start to tease her again. I pull out and thrust halfway into her. She tries to meet me, but I hold her hips down. I withdraw, and hear her grunt out behind the ball in disapproval. I push fractionally into her again, then withdraw. She again tries to meet me but she can't. I tease her again. Not going all the way in, before I pull out. I increase my pace.
I continue to tease her a few more times, before I take my hands off her hips and place them on the bed, near her head. I pull back and slam into her without warning. Fuck! I can hear her try to scream out behind the ball. Her head tilts back and she pulls on the makeshift restraints, again. Panting. I nibble her jaw. And stay still. So she doesn't come. So I don't come. Then once she's calmed. I circle my hips, pushing deeply into her. I hear her moan, behind the ball-gag. She's meeting my thrusts. She wants this. I pull out and slam into her again and again. Thrusting so deep. I grunt and groan. The feeling of me, being balls deep inside her, is unfuckingbelievable. I sit up and wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her legs so she can't move. Forcing her to feel the intensity of me fucking her. Her legs are draped over my forearms. I watch my dick, disappear into her. So fucking hot! I continue fucking her. I fuck her, hard. Setting a punishing pace.
Pounding into her. Grinding into her. Slamming into her. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. Faster and Faster.
I feel her build once more. Tightening around me. Just before she can reach her release, I pull out and slam back into her hard and deep. I grunt. The feeling is exquisite. Wordlessly, I come, pouring myself into her. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck!
I pull out of her. That was exhausting. I get off the bed, leaving her tied up. I go into the bathroom to clean myself and then into the closet to put on sweats and a T-shirt. I walk out and to the bed. Anastasia, is rubbing her thighs together, trying to find relief and getting none. I reach up and untie her hands. She sits up, fast. Pulling the blindfold off. I take off her ball-gag.
"What the fuck, Christian?!" She shouts at me. Tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I have work that needs attending to." Is all I say, before I walk out, slamming the door.
APOV
I wake to the sound of a piano playing. Christian. My pillow is wet from my tears. It's uncomfortable, so I flip it over to the dry side. I'm still wearing the short plaid skirt and knee high stockings. My heels fell to the floor during Christian's assault. I get out of bed and into the closet. I grab a pair of panties, shorts, and a tank top. I walk into the bathroom, to shower.
Looking in the mirror. I look a hot mess. My hair is knotted. My eyes red and swollen from crying myself to sleep. Why did he do that? He was so rough and mean, nothing like my Christian, at all. What the hell!? He gave me a huge hickey on my neck! We're getting married in three and a half weeks! He can't do stuff like this! What is going on with him?
I turn away from the girl looking back at me and get into the shower. The sex was great as usual. Him teasing me frustrated me. I thought he was just playing. But, when he kept preventing me from coming and finally coming himself not letting me. I couldn't believe what he did. Why? It was nothing, absolutely nothing, like all our other times we've been together sexually. Even when he's rough and pounding hard into me, he still lets me come.
Why wouldn't he let me come last night?
He was so... dominant...
...I knew it!...
I knew he couldn't last long without BDSM.
I turn off the shower, dry off with a towel, and get dressed in my pajamas.
I no longer hear the piano. Maybe he'll come to bed soon. We need to talk about this! If this is what he wants, it's best we don't get married. I can't do that. What happened last night, I need to know it wont happen again. He didn't hurt me, like he promised he wouldn't. But it still wasn't right. I didn't even do anything wrong. If I did, I don't even know what I've done. He didn't talk to me. Last I knew, we were both wanting each other and going to play. That was not the kind of play I was expecting.
It's getting later and Christian, has yet to come into our room. I feel a tear fall and I wipe it quickly away. It's getting harder to keep my eyes open.
"Ana! Wake up, honey. ... Ana!"
I wake the next morning. The sun is starting to rise. The bed next to me is empty. Did he even come to bed last night?
"I'm up, mom."
I get out of bed. I walk into the closet to get dressed for work. I go into the bathroom to fix my hair. Ugh! How many times do I have to tell myself. Do not sleep with wet hair. Do not sleep with wet hair. I pull all my hair up and into a tight bun. Great! It shows off my lovely hickey. I find some liquid foundation, to cover it up the best I can. It helps, but not much. It's barely visible, but you can still see it, lightly there. At least it's not totally noticeable.
I walk out of our bedroom, expecting to see Christian and my mother. But I only see my mother. Mrs. Jones cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Ana. Breakfast?" Gail asks.
"Yes, please. Just granola today if that's alright." I sit next to my mother. She's eating a big breakfast. I shake my head.
"Where's Christian?"
"Oh. He already left for work. He said he had a meeting." He didn't mention a meeting yesterday. Does he really have a meeting or is he avoiding me?
Gail puts my granola and juice in front of me. I smile grateful at her.
"Eat up, honey. We have a lot to do today."
I start to eat. "We can do some things during my lunch break. The rest will have to wait until after I'm done working." After I speak to Christian. There may not be a wedding if that is what he wants from me.
"What are you going on about? Why would you work?"
I frown at her. "Some of us have to work for a living, mother."
"Some of us, yes. But not you. You're going to be the wife of a very wealthy man. You wont need to work."
"I'm still working after we get married, mom."
"Ana, don't be silly. Christian's not going to let you work. He's not going to want his wife working." Let me?
"Christian, doesn't have a choice. I can do anything I want. It's my decision. I choose to work. I'm doing what I've always dreamed of and I love it." I tell her. "I'm going to work, now. I'll see you on my lunch break, if you want to join Kate, Mia, and I."
I get up and put my dishes in the sink, then walk to the elevator where Sawyer is waiting with my bag. I thank him, and we go down to the garage. Ryan is holding my door open for me. I thank him and get in. Sawyer drives me to Grey House. Ryan riding shotgun. Sawyer opens my door, and we all walk into the building.
I walk in with determination to talk to Christian about last night. Now!
People don't stop and stare at me today. They do stare but they move out of my way, just the same as they do when, Christian Grey CEO, walks in. The ladies at the front reception desk even greet me with a 'Good morning, Ms. Steele.' Hmmm... Things are already changing and they don't even know I'm marrying Christian, yet.
I walk to the elevator and board with Sawyer. I push the button for the 20th floor, instead of 19. When the elevators open, I see Christian's intern sitting at the desk, again. Ugh! Where's Andrea? This chick wasn't very nice yesterday. I walk past the desk not stopping.
"Excuse me, Ms. Steele." The intern, Olivia, I believe her name to be, says. She jumps up from behind the desk blocking me front going into Christian's office. "You can't just go in there."
"Get out of my way." I walk around her and open Christian's office door.
I walk in and he is talking to two men and Taylor. I guess he did have a meeting this morning. I continue to walk to Christian. He stands as I get closer.
"We need to talk. Now." I demand. I want to know what last night was all about.
"I-I'm ssorry, Mr. Grey. I-I tried to stop her." Olivia stutters out.
I raise my eyebrow at Christian waiting. He dismisses her and the men without taking his eyes off of me. As soon as the door clicks closed I begin.
"Well..." I wait for him to explain last night.
"Well, what?"
"What do you mean? What the hell was that last night, Christian?!"
"A punishment fuck." He states calmly. Shocking me. What?!
"Punishment? What the hell for?!"
"For keeping things from me."
"What have I kept from you? I don't keep things from you, Christian." What is he talking about?
He goes to his desk and pick up a tablet. He turns it on and does something on it, before he hands it to me. I accept the tablet.
"What the fuck is this about, Anastasia?" He still sounds his controlled CEO self. I can hear from his tone he's angry. But he's not yelling. He sounds... dominant. Again.
I look at the tablet. There are pictures of Ethan and I from yesterday. We're hugging and smiling. It doesn't look good. I can see why Christian is upset. It's not a very flattering photo, I'll admit. There is also an article. I read it.
Seattle Nooz.
Earlier today, Anastasia and Katherine were seen at Kelly Kavanagh's Bridal Boutique. The Nooz, suspects an engagement of one of these two lucky ladies. Shortly after our article about a Grey engagement, Christian Grey's PR team released a statement, explaining the ladies visit to Kavanagh's Bridal Boutique. The statement claimed Steele and Kavanagh were just visiting Katherine's mother. Mia Grey is a friend of the two Grey brother's beauties. And Grace Trevelyan-Grey is a long time friend of Kelly Kavanagh. We're not convinced. Something big is going down with the Grey's.
Anastasia Steele, known to be Christian Grey's girlfriend, was spotted talking to a man outside a local deli.
The man was later identified as Ethan Kavanagh. Son, of Kelly and Eamon Kavanagh of Kavanagh Media. Sister, of Katherine Kavanagh.
Anastasia and Ethan were seen (see photo above.) hugging and talking like old friends. Are they conversing about an up coming wedding perhaps? We stopped a passerby that was near Anastasia and Ethan at the time. We asked them if they heard any of their conversation. They told us they heard Ethan Kavanagh ask Anastasia Steele. 'Who is Christian?' Ms. Steele's reply was 'My boyfriend.' Not fiancé then?
Does this mean, it's the lucky Katherine Kavanagh that is marrying a Grey? We're on the hunt. Will there be a Grey Wedding soon? We sure hope so! Stay tuned, while we find out, what is going on with the Grey's.
Good thing I said 'boyfriend' instead of 'fiancé.' But why is Christian so angry over this? Surely he can't be this upset because I said boyfriend. He knows we've not announced our engagement publicly, yet. I'm totally confused as to why he's angry. He said because I keep things from him. Seeing Ethan? I forgot to mention I saw him earlier, with my mother's unexpected visit. I lost all thought of it. I don't see the big deal here. So, I'm hugging a friend. I look up at Christian. I can see he's still barely controlling his anger.
It's Paul and Jose all over again.
I take a safe step back, distancing myself from him. I don't think he'll hit me. But I didn't think he would ever do what he did last night either.
"Have you read this?" I don't think he has, judging by the way he's acting.
"I don't need to read it, Anastasia. Photos say a thousand words. You're all over him! Do you want him? You're supposed to be mine! To be my wife!"
"Exactly! I'm to be your wife, Christian. Not your submissive. What you did to me last night was unacceptable. And I told you. If you need that. We can not be together." I shove the tablet to his chest. "Read this and grow the fuck up!"
He takes the tablet, still looking murderous. He reads the article and his face starts to soften and pale. Yeah, Grey!
He looks up at me with sorrow in his eyes.
"Ana." He pleads. He takes a step toward me.
"Don't." I shake my head.
I wrap my arms around myself, stepping away from him with tears in my eyes.
"Don't you dare 'Ana' me. You need to sort your shit out, Grey." I turn around and walk out of his office, quickly wiping my tears.
I'm too upset to talk right now. I need to cool down, before I say something I don't mean.
CPOV
"...What you did to me last night was unacceptable, Christian. And I've told you. If you need that. We can't be together." She shoves the tablet to my chest. "Read this and grow the fuck up!"
I take the table. She better watch her mouth! I don't appreciate the way she's speaking to me. I don't give a fuck what the article says, she's still in another man's arms. I look at the screen and read the article. Fuck, Grey! I fucked up! I didn't read this before I punished, my baby. Punished her for hugging a friend. A male friend. I'm extremely jealous when it comes to her. But I see now, I overreacted. Fuck! I look up to apologize.
"Ana." I plead. I take a step toward her.
"Don't." She shakes her head.
She wraps her arms, protectively around herself. Stepping away from me, with tears in her eyes.
"Don't you dare 'Ana' me. You need to sort your shit out, Grey." She turns around and walks out of my office.
I don't know what to do. ... She's leaving me. ... I drop to my knees.