CPOV
Anastasia fell back to sleep. I'm holding her close to me. I can't sleep. Not after that dream. Her, cold on the ground... No! It was just a nightmare. It's not real. She's here. With me. I hold her tighter and kiss her head.
"Christian. Safe." She murmurs in her sleep.
The last time I heard her talk in her sleep, she said she was scared. My heart soars knowing she's now saying he feels safe with me.
"That's right, baby. I'll keep you safe."
I knew Clayton was pissed. But, I didn't expect him to go after Anastasia personally. I thought he'd come after me. I guess, now coming after me, is going after her. She has my heart. She's my Achilles heel. I'm strong, but when it comes to her, I'm weak.
I'll need to call my dad and get a restraining order against Clayton. Leila is going away for a long time. But, Clayton didn't break any laws. I hope the bitch shot his dick. I wasn't paying much attention to anything but my baby, but I did see Clayton's inner thigh was bleeding. That's what the fucker gets! Go to fucking Alaska. There is all types of ice there, for your wound. I felt my control taken from me. I need control. I can't do what I did, to gain control. I could workout. But I want to be near Anastasia. Flying and Sailing are when I feel most free. Flying requires control. I've already taken her on Charlie Tango.
I look outside. It's still dark, with a whisper of dawn approaching. Perfect. I look at the clock. We have time to make it to the airfield, before dawn, if we get ready now. I reach for my phone to inform Taylor. I would call, but I don't want to wake Anastasia, yet.
We'll be leaving to go gliding at 6 a.m. -CG
Yes, sir. Weather looks good for it. -JT
I put my phone back on the table. Carefully, I move Anastasia off of me and get out of bed. I go into our closet and quickly put on jeans and a long sleeve shirt, pushing the sleeves up. I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then go out to wake, My Beauty. I walk around to her side of the bed and sit on the edge.
"Anastasia." I move her hair, that is covering some of her face. She stirs, but stays sleeping. "Come on, baby." I coax her.
"No." She complains.
"Wake up, baby."
"Go. A-way." She tries pushing me. I chuckle at her weak attempt.
"I'm going to turn on the light." I warn her. I reach for the lamp near her side and switch it on.
"Oh, no." She covers her eyes. Turning away from the light, away from me. I have full view of her neck.
I nuzzle her ear and whisper. "I want to chase the dawn with you, baby. Wake up." I kiss her, just behind her ear.
I sit back up and she blinks rapidly, waking.
"Good morning, beautiful."
She closes her eyes again. I laugh and she opens them again.
"It's so late. What time is it?" She yawns.
"It's not late. It's five thirty in the morning. We don't have much time. I let you sleep as long as possible. Get up. Get dressed. Let's go."
I'm so excited to take her gliding.
She sits up, yawing. Wearing my shirt, and her hair all a mess. She looks sexy as hell. My dick agrees.
"Can't I have a shower first?"
"If you shower, I'll want to shower with you. And you and I both know what will happen then."
She smirks. "You're a sex-oholic." She giggles.
"Anastasia, I always want sex with you." I kiss her lips. "Come on, baby. Get ready. We don't have much time."
"What are we doing?" I smile my megawatt smile at her.
"I'm taking you soaring." She beams a blinding smile back at me.
Then she giggles. Probably remembering our talk in my helicopter. When I first told her I'd like to take her soaring and she mentioned me making her sore. I lean over and kiss her.
"You up for this?"
"You're flying, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then, yes. Please!"
"Mr. Benson, this is my fiancé, Anastasia Steele. Baby, this is Mark Benson. Our tow pilot." I introduce them, when we get to the airfield.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Benson."
"Call me Mark." He eyes my girl. When he looks at me, he knows I'm not happy. "If you'd like to follow me." He quickly turns around and starts walking to the glider.
I take Anastasia's hand, as we walk together.
"First we need to strap on your parachute." Benson, reaches into the glider and pulls out the two parachutes for us.
He hands me one and starts to unhook the other, for Anastasia.
"I'll do that." Taking the parachute from him before he has a chance to put it, or his hands, on my girl.
"I'll just go check the Piper." He walks off. That's right fucker. Back off. She's mine.
"You like strapping me into things, don't you?"
"You know, I do. Here, step into the straps."
She puts her hands on my shoulders to balance herself, while I pull the parachute up. I pull the shoulder straps up, over her arms and fasten her parachute. She looks hot! Really fucking hot! When I look up to her face, her eyes are dark and she's biting her lip.
"I may let you tie me up later at home, Mr. Grey." She bats her eyelashes at me.
"Oh, I hope so." I kiss her quickly, stopping before it can go too far. She huffs her annoyance at the short kiss. I smirk. "Later."
I give her another chaste kiss.
"In you go, baby." I hold out my hand to help her. "Pilot sits in the back." She climbs in the front.
I fasten her into her seat. "Hmmm. Twice in one morning. I'm a lucky man, and I haven't even fucked you, yet."
"Christian!" She scolds me with a smile on her beautiful face.
I chuckle, and then lean in to kiss her. We're interrupted by a throat being cleared. I pull away to see Benson, blushing.
"Y'all ready?" I nod, scowling at our interrupter. "I'll take you up to three thousand feet, then set y'all free. That should give y'all some flying time. Twenty, thirty minutes at the most."
I look at Anastasia. "Nervous?" I raise my brow, questioning. I hope not.
"Excited." She grins at me. That's my girl.
"Good." I put a piece of her hair behind her ear and gently kiss her lips.
I climb into the glider and sit in my seat, strapping myself in. Benson checks Anastasia's straps. Fucker.
"Yup, you're secure. First time?" He asks her.
"Yes."
"You'll love it." Eyes fucking twinkling at my girl.
"Let's go!" I snap. And stop flirting with my fiancé.
Benson nods, shuts the canopy, and walks to his Piper. I test the equipment, as Benson gets into his plane and starts the loud engine. Soon his plane starts moving forward, pulling us along. I ease back on the control stick and we sail into the air.
"Here we go, baby." I shout to Anastasia, as we go higher.
I hear Benson on the radio, but ignore him. Anastasia is quickly looking left and right, taking in the scene. I wish I could see her smile. I enjoy the serenity up here. I've never shared this with anyone. I'm glad my first time sharing this, is with Anastasia. Benson radios me, letting me know we're at three thousand feet. I confirm our release and pull the release knob. His plane turns back. I dip us, hearing Anastasia squeal and laugh loudly. I laugh, as well.
"Hold on tight." I turn us, doing a full roll.
She squeals in excitement again, holding on tight. Her hair cascading down. Once I right us, she quickly fixes her hair, laughing. I laugh with her.
"Did you enjoy that, baby?"
"Oh my god. Yes!" I knew she would.
"Good. Because I'm going to do it again." And I do. We laugh again.
I know we haven't got long, so I turn us in the direction of the airfield.
"See the joystick in front of you?"
"Yeah."
"Grab hold."
"Christian, I don't know what I'm doing."
"Come on, baby. Grab it." I feel my joystick move in my hands, and I know she's holding her. "Just hold tight. Keep steady."
We continue to fly straight, towards the airfield.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I ask her.
"Yes. Breathtaking."
We're nearing the airfield, so I take over, back in control of the glider once more. I call over the radio, to inform Benson that we're going to land.
"Hang on, baby. This can get bumpy."
I dip and descend the glider toward the grass. We land with a bump. Once we've stopped I release my harness, unclip the canopy and climb out. I take off my parachute., then I reach in to unbuckle Anastasia from her seat and her parachute.
"How was it, baby?"
"That was extraordinary, Christian. Thank you!" She smiles.
"I've taken you soaring, baby. Now, let's make you sore."
"Christian! You're a born romantic, you know that." Scolding me with a smile.
"We aim to please."
I help her out of the glider. I pull her into my embrace and put my hands in her hair. I tip her head back and kiss her. Like my life depends on it. My hands go down her spine, to her ass, pushing her against my erection. I open my mouth, as she does hers. It doesn't take long before her hands are in my hair, tugging it. I quickly pull away from the kiss, before we go too far. Out in the open field. Her eyes are pleading for more.
Don't look at me like that baby, or I will fuck you in this field. Anyone looking or not!
"Home." I whisper, full of promise.
I take her hand in mine and pull her with me. She's practically running to keep up with me. I'm impatient to get her home. I stop, bend down, and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals out.
"Christian Grey, you are such a caveman." She laughs, hitting my ass. I smack hers, soundly, in return.
"And I'm all yours, baby."
Tying my baby up, will have to wait. We left much too soon and early for breakfast, so Anastasia is going to make us pancakes and bacon.
"Help me, Christian."
"Alright, baby, let's do this." I clap my hands together once. I'm ready.
Last time I helped her it wasn't so bad. That vegetable wasn't so hard to chop. I can do this. With her help, of course.
"Here." She hands me an apron. I frown. Why do I need that? "To protect your clothes."
I smirk. "I could just take them all off."
She bites her lip and I see the mischievous look she gives me. "Okay. No clothes." She takes her shirt off.
Hell yeah! I pull my shirt off, as well I'm just in jeans. She's in her jeans and a sexy bra. Fuck! Maybe making breakfast without clothes, wasn't such a good idea. Now I want her. Well, I always want her, but now it's convention.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" I ask to move us along.
"Get a large bowl."
I get the bowl for her. See, easy.
"We need to put all the ingredients into this bowl, and whisk it."
Whisk it? Isn't it faster to use that blender thingy. I look for that, while Anastasia gets the eggs. Where does Gail keep that thing?
"Christian. What are you doing? Come over here."
I stop my search, to help my baby. She has an egg. She cracks it, only using one hand. Impressive. No shell from the egg gets in the bowl. Looks easy enough.
She goes back to the refrigerator to get more ingredients.
I take an egg, and hit it on the side of the bowl, like she did. I totally destroyed it, getting egg and shell everywhere, all over the counter and in the bowl. Fuck! How does she make it look so easy? I get another one and try again. And fuck that one up, as well. Damn it! Okay, let me try this a little more delicate. And with two fucking hands. Nope. I wasn't as delicate with that one, so I try another one. I finally got it! With only a few egg shells in the bowl. She didn't say how many eggs we need. I fucked up a couple, so I better add another. Maybe two more. I am hungry. I'm getting all the shells out of the bowl, when she comes back with the milk and butter.
"Oh, Christian. No. We only needed one egg." Shit! "How many did you use?"
"Six?" I'm not exactly sure how many actually made it in the bowl.
She grins at me. "It's okay. We'll make scrambled eggs, with our pancakes."
"Sorry, baby." I kiss her lips. Mmmm. I deepen the kiss.
She giggles, pulling back. "Christian. We need to eat first. I'm hungry." I pout.
"Don't pout."
"Why?"
"Because it has the same affect on me, as when I do this, to you." She bites her lip. Fuck! My dick twitches. I smirk and pout again.
She laughs. "Christian! It's hard enough, trying to make breakfast with you, when you're not wearing a shirt. Stop. You're very distracting."
"Oh. I am hard enough. And you're quite distracting yourself."
She giggles. "Send me an email."
"Funny."
She puts the milk and butter needed into the bowl and starts to measure the flour. I go back to find that electric mixer thing and finally find it. I plug it in and put it in the bowl. Turning it on, the same time Anastasia puts the flour in and screams.
"Christian, no!"
A puff of flour gets everywhere. All over the kitchen and us. It's not a lot but it's all over. Anastasia starts giggling and laughing. I join her. We can't stop laughing at my fuck up. And I couldn't feel any happier about it.
"It's in your hair." She brushes my hair with her fingers and some white powder falls out.
I wipe some flour off her face and wrap my arms around my girl, kissing her lips.
"I told you I couldn't cook."
She wraps her arms around my neck, returning my kiss. My hands go straight to her ass, pushing her into my erection. She moans and pulls away before we can go any further.
"How about you make our burnt toast? I'll make the rest."
We continue working in the kitchen. Anastasia wets a small towel and cleans up. Then she continues to cooks our meal, pancakes, bacon, and now scrambled eggs. I make our toast, slightly burnt, I might add.
We sit and eat our breakfast. Halfway through, I remember what I asked Taylor to do for me. I hope it's done before we go in there. I better confirm.
Everything go as planned? -CG
Affirmative, sir. It's installed. -JT
Excellent! I can't wait to show my baby.
We finish breakfast. Anastasia puts our dishes in the sink. She turns around biting her lip. She knows what time it is.
"Ready to play?"
"Yes." She breaths, already fucking aroused.
I smirk slightly and quickly stop. "Come." I hold my hand out for her.
She takes my hand and tries walking to the playroom. Oh, no baby. Not there. I walk her to our bedroom.
APOV
"I thought we were going to play?" Why aren't we going upstairs?
"We are."
"Then why aren't we going to the playroom?" I ask when he opens our bedroom door.
"Because I don't need that. I need you." He picks me up and tosses my onto the bed. I squeal out.
I look up noticing something different. Oh my goodness. There's a mirror on our ceiling!
"Christian."
"Do you like it? If you don't, I can have it removed."
"No. It's fine."
"Good. I also had large eye-hooks installed at each corner of our bed, so I can still tie you up. If you'd like. You said earlier, you would let me tie you up. We can do that here."
I sit up, so I can see the black ribbon attached to the eye-hooks. I look back at him and nod. I bite my lip in anticipation. I love that we make slow, sweet love. But I also love his rough kinky sex. He walks to the end of the bed and climbs between my legs. He unbuttons my jeans and takes them, along with my panties off. He must feel like I do. Ready to fuck, now. He stands back up.
"Take off your bra."
I do. He ties my feet to the bottom of the bed and then my hands. I'm spread-eagle on our bed. I look up into the mirror. I look hot like this. I look back to Christian. He's just standing there, wearing just his jeans, looking at me.
"Anastasia, you're like Aphrodite. The whole package. It's a real joy to stand here and enjoy the view of your body."
He unbuttons his jeans, unzipping and taking them off, along with his boxer briefs. His erection springs free. He climbs back on the bed, between my spread thighs. He takes his dick in his hand and rubs it along the length of my sex, coating the head with my juices.
"I love that you're always so wet for me." Very slowly he sinks into me.
I moan. He pulls back out, just as slowly. I hear him groan. Very slowly he eases back into me, watching his dick go in and out of me. His moves his hands to my spread thighs, running his hands up to my hips and holding me. He's on his knees. Oh, it feels so good. I look up and see us in the mirror. I too, can watch his dick, move in and out of me.
"How's this?" His voice hoarse.
I nod my head, looking back at him. "Good."
He kneels up, and really starts to move. He's moving fast and hard. Thrusting into me over and over.
"Oh! Christian."
He suddenly stops and pulls out. He unties my feet. And just as suddenly as he stopped, he's back inside me. I moan loudly, at the sudden intrusion. It feels amazing. He holds me, under my knees, pushing my legs up. Still pounding into me. Oh god! What this man can do to me. I feel my insides clench, and I know I'm close. He speeds up. Thrusting into me at a rapid pace.
"Come for me, baby!" His voice is harsh, like he's just barely holding his release off.
I explode around him as he continues to pound into me.
"Thank fuck!" He whispers just as harsh. He thrusts once more and groans, reaching his climax. He pushes himself deep inside me and stills.
He collapses on top of me. He grabs my head and kisses me so passionately. I feel his dick twitch to life. Again? Already? He slowly starts to pump in and out of me, until he's fully hard. He stops kissing me and reaches to untie my hands. He flips us over.
"You. On top. I want to see you."
I sit up, on top of him. He flexes and swivels his hips in the same motion. I groan, throwing my head back. He stops, causing me to look at him.
"Again." I want more. He moves his hips again, pushing into me.
I moan, louder. I throw my head back, again. My hair cascading down my back. I love being on top. I start to move with him. I look back at him. He's eyes dark with desire. We pick up our rhythm. He lifts his hips as I come down, bouncing me back up. Over and over. Up, down, up, down. Again and again. We're panting, building, our eyes locked. This man is mine. Forever. In just two weeks we are to be married. And that thought pushes me over the edge, again. I reach my climax and come around him shouting out his name.
"Christian!"
He grabs my hips. His head tilts back and he closes his eyes tight. He clenches his jaw. And he comes. I hear his moan coming from his closed mouth. I collapse onto his chest.
We're trying to catch our breaths. I don't want to move, he's exhausted me. He's still inside of me so I start to lift up, but he puts his hand on my tailbone, keeping me still.
"Not yet."
"Christian, I don't have the energy to go again." He chuckles and lifts me off him.
I settle next to him, cuddled in his arms. He kisses my head.
"I have some work I need to take care of."
"Okay. I'm going to look online for wedding ideas." I pull away from him, so he can attend to his work. I'm going to lay in bed for a while longer.
"Not yet." He stops me, pulling me back into his arms. "Let's just cuddle a bit more."
I giggle. "Christian Grey. The cuddler." I tease him.
"Don't let it get out. You'll ruin my reputation, as a ruthless businessman."
I laugh. "Don't worry. I wont let anyone, especially those that you're going to do business with, know you like to cuddle after sex." He laughs loud.
Christian covers us with the bedding, and we snuggle together.
What a perfect morning. Much needed after yesterday.