Me and Mr. Grey…...Part 12
Brenda walked out of the dressing room. Diana stood up, and looked her over.
"It fits like a glove. I don't think it needs anything."
Brenda stared at herself in the mirror. "Me either. I guess my tailor took some great measurements, because the fit is perfect." They stared at the red floor length dress. It had two straps on the side, and nothing on the other.
"And this dress is beautiful Diana. The pictures didn't do it justice."
"I'm glad you like it. I did not want my bridesmaids looking terrible. I wanted all of you to feel sexy and beautiful."
"Well I do, and we will. And this color is gorgeous."
Diana sat back down. "I am so happy it fits, because I was so worried that it wouldn't."
"Stop worrying, everything will be fine."
"Easier said than done….."
After leaving the dress shop, they went to a high end shoe store, to pick up Brenda's shoes.
After leaving the shoe store, they stopped at a restaurant. Brenda was starving and she was so tired.
She yawned.
Diana bit into her sandwich. "Are you ok, you look tired."
"I am. Christian came to my hotel room last night."
Diana almost choked. "Say what?"
"Yes, well actually this morning."
"How did he know you were in town?"
"Mia, his sister told him."
"Oh, I forgot about her. And how did that go?"
"I don't know. He's still cocky as ever."
"And Brayden?"
"He wants to meet him."
Diana's eyes widen. "Really? I thought he wasn't interested."
"I guess he is now. He said he didn't think that I was pregnant, and if I was, he didn't think it was his."
"So, he believes he is now?"
"I showed him a picture of Brayden."
Diana started laughing. "No DNA test needed, because he looks exactly like him. Mr. Grey, you are the father!"
Brenda giggled. "Yep. And he said he wants to make it up, to the both of us. I don't need him to do anything. Brayden is fine, he doesn't need him."
Diana sipped on her drink.
Brenda could tell she wanted to say something. "What?"
"Brenda, look I understand how you must feel about him, trust me. BUT Brayden will not always be three years old, he is going to want to know who his dad is. It's just the nature of the beast. That day will come, when he's going to ask about him."
"He wants to tell his family."
"Already?"
"Yes, I know….odd right? He hasn't even met Brayden. And he wants me to come with him, when he tells them."
Diana stared at her. "How awkward is that going to be?"
"I know right! They'll probably think I'm after his money. Just like he did."
"He thought you were after his money?"
"Yes, he said he didn't really believe I was pregnant. Oh, and get this, he hired someone to take pictures of me. I guess it was during my latter stages of pregnancy. He said that he didn't believe the child was his, because I never contacted him."
"Why did he come to see you, if he thought all of those things?"
"He said he needed to see me, because he missed me."
"What do you think?"
"I doubt that. If that were the case, why didn't he come to California? He can definitely afford it."
Diana shrugged. "Well, why would he come and see you, if he thought you were trying to con him? Is he in love with you?"
Brenda laughed and rolled her eyes. "No. He loves control, power, and money…in that order. And he loves his family, I will give him that."
"Do you love him?"
"I haven't known the man long enough. We knew each other for a week, and I just happened to get pregnant. But I do love the son he helped me create, without a doubt."
"Who knows, maybe he'll be a great father. You did say he loves his family."
"Yeah, he isn't all hugs and kisses, but I could tell."
"So, what happened between you two?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Diana smiled. "Talk about it, did you two have sex?"
"I don't know what we had, or even if I wanted to, but unfortunately yes."
"I thought you couldn't stand him."
"I can't."
"Well, how in the world, did he end up in your lady bits?"
Brenda shrugged. She didn't want to tell her friend, that he practically took it. "I don't want to talk about it." She knew Diana would not understand, Dominant Christian, hell she didn't even understand him.
They finished eating. Diana wanted Brenda to go to the lingerie store, to help her pick out something for her wedding night. They are walking to Diana's car.
"I think you should get crotchless panties."
"Crotchless panties?"
"Yes."
"Brenda, you want me to get a pair of panties with a hole in it, and wear them up under my elegant wedding dress?"
"Yes. Be a lady on the outside, and a slut underneath. Trust me David will love it."
Diana laughed. "I bet he would."
"He would, trust me. They'll be beautiful of course."
"I don't know Brenda."
"Look, if we find a pair, and it's not for you, then we'll try something else.
"Ok."
They get into Diana's car and drive off…...
Brenda and Diana finished shopping, and Brenda headed back to the hotel. She needed a nap. It was a little after five when she got back. She didn't even bother taking off her clothes, she just crashed on the couch, and went to sleep.
About a couple hours later, she heard her phone ringing. She looked at it. It was a Seattle number, probably Christian. She ignored it, and went back to sleep.
*banging on the door* Brenda jumped and almost fell off the sofa. She walked over and looked out the peephole. She unlocked the door and opened it. "Are you crazy?"
"I called and you wouldn't answer."
"I was sleeping. What do you want?"
"You need to get dressed, we are going to my parents' house."
"No, I'm not going anywhere." Brenda turned and went back into the living room, collapsing on the sofa. "I'm going back to sleep."
Christian looked down at her. He was dressed in dark gray slacks and a white button down, with no tie. "Brenda, get dressed."
"Christian, I do not like you. I don't know why you think all of a sudden, everything is ok between us. Newsflash, It's not!"
"That's fine, but you still need to get dressed."
"And I'll tell you what you need to do, and that is get out!"
'Brenda, you can get dressed, or I will not hesitate in removing these clothes, and f*cking you into submission."
"If you touch me, I will scream."
"Fine with me, I actually wouldn't mind that."
He stood there staring at her. She didn't budge. He shrugged. "Ok." He started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Stop it you freak!" She got up and headed into the bedroom.
He grinned. "Make it quick!"
She stuck her head out of the bedroom door. "F*ck you Christian Grey."
"Maybe you'll get that chance later."
She rolled her eyes, and went back in the bedroom…..
They are in Christian's car, headed to his parent's house. He is driving.
"Where is Taylor?"
"He's at home."
"Why isn't he driving you?"
"Because I wanted to be alone with you."
She ignored him. "Why do you want to tell your family now? You haven't even met Brayden?"
"So, he's still my son. That isn't going to change."
"This is going to be so awkward."
"You look beautiful."
She pretended like she didn't even hear him. "You know, I should have called the police on you last night."
"Why?"
"Because you had sex with me, without my permission."
He laughed. "I had your vagina's permission. It liked everything I was doing. And I might do it again tonight."
"That's not funny. My vagina is sore…..from everything you DID to it.."
He looked over at her. "Are you now? Well, if you haven't had sex in over three years, you should be. I'll kiss it later."
"Christian, I do not want you touching me. Are you not hearing me? It's like you are not even, acknowledging how I feel. I am still upset with you!"
"I understand and I have acknowledged it. I said I was sorry. Tell me about Brayden, what kinds of toys does he like?"
"Typical boy stuff. Trucks, balls, and this is weird, because I've never really thought about it, but he likes helicopters."
"Really?"
"Yes."
He pulled up to his parents house. He got out and walked around the car, but Brenda opened her door and got out. She walked passed him, and up the stairs to the house.
Christian smiled, then headed up the stairs behind her. She looked so damn good. She was wearing a body hugging floor length dress, with heels. Her hair was pulled up in a bun. He wondered if she was wearing any panties.
She stopped at the top of the stairs, and turned to him. "Should I ring the doorbell?"
"I have a key."
He unlocked the door and they went in.
It was quieter than last time, and Brenda didn't see a lot of cars outside.
"Where is everybody?"
"It's just the family tonight, and you. Come on." He grabbed her hand, and she was about to pull it away, when she saw his mother coming out.
"Brenda?"
Brenda smiled. "Hello."
"Well hello." She walked over and hugged her. "This is a surprise."
Brenda couldn't believe, he did not tell his mother she was coming. "I'm surprised Christian didn't tell you he invited me. I apologize for any inconvenience."
"Oh no sweetheart, I'll just set up another place at the table. Come on, we just sat down."
They all walk in the dining room.
Mr. Grey smiled. "Brenda, Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Grey."
Mia looked up. (I knew he liked her)"Hello Brenda."
"Hello, Mia."
Christian released Brenda's hand, and pulled out her chair, she sat down. She really did not want to sit next to him, but she didn't want to cause a scene.
He sat down. "Where is Elliot?"
Mia ate a piece of bread. "He isn't coming, he went out of town for two days with his girlfriend. It was spur of the moment."
"Oh."
Grace came out and sat a plate and utensils in front of Brenda. She walked over, and grabbed her a glass, pouring her a glass of wine. Brenda thanked her.
Grace sat down. "So Brenda, how have you been?"
"Great."
"What brings you back to Seattle?"
"My friend is getting married on Saturday."
"Oh. Well congratulations to her. I remember like yesterday, when I married Carrick." She told them all about how he proposed, and gave a detailed description about the wedding. They had pretty much finished eating by the time she had finished.
Carrick stood up. "Shall we retire to the living room?"
Christian interrupted. "No, I have something to tell you. All of you. I wish Elliot was here, but he's not. So, I'll tell him later."
Grace looked at her husband, that back at Christian. "What is it?"
Brenda felt like she was about to throw up. (He could have done this alone.)
"I have a child with Brenda."
Brenda couldn't believe he just blurted it out. But that was just like Christian. He even had sex like that. He never eased into anything.
Mia's mouth dropped open. "Where?"
"In California."
"Since when?"
"She got pregnant during her visit to Seattle."
Grace's eyes widen. "That was a long time ago."
"Yes."
Carrick who didn't trust anybody, looked at Brenda, then Christian. "How do you know the child is yours? Have you taken a DNA test?"
"I don't need one."
"You don't need one? Listen here Christian-."
"No, I don't need one. He is mine."
Grace grabbed Carrick's hand. "How...long...have you known?"
"I just found out last night. And don't blame Brenda, she tried to tell me, but I thought she was trying to con me, so I pretty much dismissed her."
Mia spoke up. "How old is this child?"
"Three. His name is Brayden. And I've never met him."
Mia continued. "No offense Brenda, but Christian what if he's not yours?"
"He is Mia." He reached in his shirt pocket, and pulled out one of the photos, he'd taken from Brenda's hotel room. He handed it to Mia.
She looked down at it, and covered her mouth. "Oh...my...God! He looks just like you."
Grace stood up, and walked over to Mia. She looked down at the photo. "Oh my, look at him. He looks exactly like you did, when you were little." She took the photo from Mia, and gave it to Carrick.
"Damn Christian, you have dominate genes, I swear he is the splitting image of you. How did you find out she was telling the truth?"
"I don't want to really get into that, but I found out."
Grace sat down. "Brenda, why...didn't you force him to take a DNA test?"
"Because I didn't want to go through all of that. I decided to just raise him on my own."
They all kept passing the picture around, and staring at it.
Grace looked down at the picture. "I want to see him...if that's ok?"
"Mom, I haven't even met him. You'll get your chance."
Carrick looked over at Christian. "So, what are your plans, as far as being in your son's life?"
Christian grabbed Brenda's hand, which was up under the table. "We are getting married."
Brenda eyes widen, and she looked over at Christian. He looked at her, smiled, then leaned over and kissed her hard.
Grace, Mia, and Carrick were obviously shocked, and who wouldn't be, after learning what they had just learned.
Brenda was livid, but she kept quiet. She didn't want to have an argument in front of his parents.
Carrick was the first to speak. "Christian, are you sure? I mean you don't have to get married, because you have a child."
"I'm well aware of that."
Grace wanted and needed to support him. "Well, I have every confidence that you know what you're doing, so I'll support you no matter what."
Mia smiled. "I'm shocked, but I always knew you liked her. I could tell, and as long as I'm a bridesmaid I'm cool."
Christian was still holding her hand up under the table, Brenda started digging her nails into his hand. He didn't even flinch.
Grace, who is still holding the picture, questions Christian. "How soon are you getting married?"
"We don't know yet, but soon."
Brenda couldn't take anymore. "Will you excuse us for a moment?"
Grace nodded. "Sure."
Brenda stood up, and so did Christian. They walked out of the dining room. She turned to him. "We need to talk, and now. And a place where no one can hear."
He grabbed her hand, she snatched it away. He grinned. "Follow me."
They head upstairs, and end up in his old room. He sat down on the bed.
"Christian, I am so angry, what would make you think, I would want to marry you?"
"You don't?"
"No! Do you need a couple of reasons?!"
"If you'd like to tell me, I'll listen."
"You pretty much told me, you were not interested in being a father to our son. And you thought I was after your money. And to top it all off, we've only known each other for a total of eight or nine days. Well, we've been in each other's presence for that amount of time."
"I apologized, and if you give me the opportunity I would love to make it up to you, and Brayden."
"Ok fine, make it up, but marriage, that's extreme don't you think?"
"Not really."
"Why do you want to marry me?"
"Why not? I like you, you like me."
"No, I don't like you. And we would be divorced, before the ink dried on the marriage license."
"No, we wouldn't. I had no plans to marry, but waking up to you everyday for the rest of my days, I could get use to that."
Brenda stood there, and just stared at him for a moment. "We have a child, and we can't play with his emotions, and where would we live?"
"Here with me. And I'd never play with his emotions, or ever do anything ever again to cause harm to either one of you."
"Problem, I'm not selling my house."
"So, you will marry me?"
"No, Christian. Do you have any idea, how crazy you sound?"
"I sound sane to me."
"Your sane and my sane…..totally different."
"Are you wearing panties?"
"What?"
"Are you wearing panties? Because I can't tell."
"Am I wearing panties?! Because you can't tell?! Christian you are so freaking weird!"
"And you are gorgeous." He stood up, and walked over to her.
She backed up. "Come on Christian, not right now or ever for that matter."
"Yes…right now." He bent down, and slipped his hand up under her dress. His hands traveled up her leg.
"Christian is there ever a time, you're not thinking about sex?"
"There have been plenty of times."
He started walking her over to the bed. "No, Christian." He didn't listen. He pushed her back onto the bed, pushing up her dress, and she was not wearing panties. He started unbuttoning his pants.
"I'm going to scream."
"No, you won't." His pants dropped to the floor. He took her legs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He rubbed himself against her, feeling her slickness. "See it still likes me, nothing's changed. And it is giving me all the permission I need." He positioned himself, and pushed deep into her. She threw her head back, and he leaned down, and started kissing on her neck. His strokes were so slow and deep, and she forgot about not wanting him, she just didn't want him to stop….
Part 2
After leaving Christian's parents' house, they headed back to the hotel. Brenda didn't say much on the way back. She was disappointed in how she was handling things with Christian. He'd said some mean things to her, and here she was…having sex with him, like nothing had happen.
They have made it back to her room. Christian notices how quiet she has gotten. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She got undressed, and got in. He followed her.
Christian is standing outside the shower. "What's wrong?"
"Everything. You being here. Us having sex. That's what's wrong. I shouldn't even be talking to you, not after how you treated me."
"Sh*t Brenda, I said I'm sorry."
"Wow! Thanks."
"What can I do? F*ck, I'm trying Brenda. I'll do whatever I have to."
She really didn't feel like talking, so she turned her back to him. He stripped and joined her. He grabbed her arm, turning her around. He caressed her cheek. "I want to make it up to you, but you have to let me. I can't change the past, I don't have that power. But I can try to make things right."
He waited for some sort of reaction. She looked up into his gray eyes, which was a mistake, because she became powerless.
His hair was wet from the water. His eyes stood out so beautifully against the black of his hair, and the natural tan of his skin. She could see the first sign of stubble, coming through on his face. Damn, why did she still want him? "We can't stand here all night, I don't want to turn into a prune."
Christian smiled. "I wouldn't mind that, I'd take great pleasure in sucking the juice right out of you."
"You are a certified freak."
He grinned.
They bathed, and exited the shower. Christian decided to sleep in the nude. Brenda slid on a t shirt, which he didn't seemed to be too pleased about.
"I want to go to California in the morning. I don't want to wait to meet Brayden."
Brenda sat down on the bed. "Diana is having her bachelorette party tomorrow."
"I'll make sure you're back in time. We'll leave early in the morning."
"Christian, you can't plan my schedule for me. And you didn't even ask me, you just said, I want."
"I would love it, if you'd agree to go to California tomorrow, that's if you can?"
"No, not tomorrow."
"Sh*t Brenda, you mean to tell me, going to a f*cking bachelorette party is more important than me meeting my son?"
"And no I don't think it's more important, Diana wouldn't either. And why should I just drop everything, because you want to go?"
"F*ck it! You don't have to go, I'll go alone."
"Julia, would never give you access to Brayden, and you don't even have the address."
"I'll make you tell me."
"You can't make me do anything."
Christian glared at her. "Don't temp me."
Brenda thought about what Diana said. Brayden is going to want to know him. "You know I should, but I won't. We can go tomorrow. And I'm not doing it for you."
"Ok, I can accept that."
"Like you have a choice."
"You and that smart mouth. I'm about to give you something to suck on, if you don't shut up."
"Who said I would suck?"
"You would. You wouldn't do anything to harm him."
"Don't put it in my mouth, and you won't have to find out."
He smirked and sat up. He moved closer to her. She thought he was going kiss her, but he didn't. He grabbed her shirt, and pulled it over her head. He leaned in and kissed her this time, moving his tongue slowly against hers. He sucked on her tongue, then her bottom and top lips. Brenda felt him pull her arms behind her back, but she had gotten lost in his kisses, she wasn't that aware of what he was doing. All of a sudden she tried to move, but she couldn't. She jerked away from him.
"Christian untie me."
"No."
"Red."
He smiled. "Blue."
"I'm serious Christian, untie me."
He leaned over, and ran his tongue down her neck, all the way to her breasts. He pulled one of them into his mouth, sucking gently. He grabbed the other one, and molded it to the shape of his palm. Her body started betray her again, as she felt herself getting wet. His hand travel across her belly, stopping at her love. He pushed a finger deep into her, she moaned, then he quickly pulled it out. He pushed her onto the bed, she rolled onto her side.
"Christian, this is ridiculous. Untie me. I did not say I wanted to play with you."
"Who's playing? And I'm not untying you."
He positioned his head in between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. His tongue lightly grazed her button. She bit her lip, in attempt at not moaning. His tongue tickled her opening. Damn, that was driving her crazy. She moved her hips, in an attempt at getting more friction. But he wouldn't let it happen.
"I want you to suck me Brenda." He blew on her, then flicked his tongue across her button.
She moaned. "No."
He lifted his head. "Well, I won't let you cum."
"I don't care Christian."
He looked down at her beauty below. He was so hard. She felt him brush against her cheek. He stuck his tongue deep into her. She moaned. "Ooooh..."
"Just lick it baby."
"No."
"Damn it Brenda, why are you being so difficult?"
"You should untie me. And maybe I will?"
"I'm not untying you."
"Ok, move."
He stood up, and looked down at her. "What are you going to do?"
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. "I'll get someone else to untie me, and maybe they will arrest you for kidnapping."
"I didn't kidnap me."
"Well sexual assault."
He laughed.
She stood up, and started walking into the living room. He didn't move at first, until he heard her fumbling with the door. He rushed into the living room.
"Brenda what in the hell are you doing?" He pulled her away from the door. "Have you forgotten you are naked."
"No, that will definitely get me some help."
"Or assaulted."
He tried to get her to go back into the bedroom. She tried to pull away, but fell across the arm of the sofa. Christian laughed, and smacked her on the a**.
"Ouch!"
He grabbed her butt, and squeezed it. "I should f*ck you, just like this. I can see the world from where I'm standing."
"You are a creep. Help me up."
He pulled her up.
"Untie me, Grey."
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Will you put those lovely lips to work?"
"I might, you'll have to untie me to find out."
"Ok." He reached around and untied her.
She rubbed her wrists, and then headed into the bedroom, with him following.
He watched as she got into bed, lifted her legs, and tucked then up under the sheet. Then brought the sheet up to her neck.
Christian looked down at her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to sleep."
"I thought you were going to suck me."
"You thought wrong. I don't even like you. And it would not be in your best interest, to put that thing anywhere near my mouth."
"So, you're going to leave me...it…like this?"
"There is some lotion in the bathroom."
Christian grinned. "I know you are in need of a release too."
"I'll get it."
"How?"
She didn't say anything. Christian rubbed himself a little. "F*ck it."
He turned off the light, and walked around the bed, getting in. He looked over at her, he could have her if he wanted, but if she didn't want to suck him, he wouldn't f*ck her.
He closed his eyes, about ten minutes later he heard moans. He looked over at her. Her eyes were closed, legs spread, he could see the outline through the sheet. His erection had calmed, but he quickly stiffened. He pulled the covers back. She giggled.
"I would never masturbate in front of you. Creep!"
"Ha ha, very funny. But you now you're about to get f*cked."
He moved over her, pushed her legs even wider, and with no warning plunged into her. "Ooooooooh!"
His strokes were fast, long, and deep. He grabbed her ankles pulling them together, holding them to one side, as he pounded into her love. "Oooh Christian, ooooh, ooooh..." He felt her muscles tighten, squeezing the sh*t out of him.
With one final thrust, he came with her.
He kissed her feet. "Sh*t Brenda." He continued licking and sucking her feet and toes. "Marry me."
She looked up at him, still trying to catch her breath.
"I'm serious…..marry me. I want to live inside of you, for the rest of my days."
Brenda started laughing. "What kind of proposal is that?"
"The kind you say yes to. I'd be good to you. You'd never want for anything."
"I don't want for anything now."
"Our son would have both his parents, living under one roof. You know that's the best thing for him."
"He's been doing fine Christian. You never even been around kids, you might not like it."
"He's mine, I'll love it."
He pulled out of her. Then moved next to her.
"You say that now."
"Stop trying to talk me out of it."
"I'm not, I'm just being realistic. You are a single, young, handsome, and very rich. Your life will be different."
"I hope so."
"What about your extracurricular activities?"
"What extracurricular activities?"
"Your playroom activities?"
"I'll get rid of it."
"That has been a big part of your life. And you are just going to get rid of it?"
"We can do whatever you're comfortable with, in our bedroom."
"We couldn't live in your penthouse. Tango and Brayden need a yard."
"Ok, we can go house hunting."
"I haven't agreed to anything yet."
"You will."
"You are confident."
"I am."
"We haven't been around each other enough."
"If I walk outside, and the sun is shining, it won't take me all day to recognize it. When you know you know. And I've been in hell since you've been gone. I know." He leaned over. "Anything else?"
She shook her head.
He tried to kiss her. She moved her head. "Don't do that."
He held her face still, and planted a kiss on her lips. "Goodnight Brenda."
"No means no Christian."
"Whatever."
She turned her back to him, and closed her eyes. She felt him move behind her, his body against hers. She didn't move away, she just closed her eyes and went to sleep...