I made sure posting this was the first thing I did. I hope you enjoy the chapter and get ready for a hot Valentines Day chapter on Friday.
Anastasia's POV:
Christian and I had a lovely weekend relaxing and watching movies. I have him a massage last night and he fell sound asleep during it. He has more than happily agreed not to go into work this week and I promised to stay with him. He has a conference call this morning so he is locked away in his office. Gail and I are going to work on your recipe book today since Taylor is resting and Christian is hard at work. I made and decorated the book last night we just need to fill in the recipes. I used an acrylic calendar stand, recipe cards and rings to hold it all together. I got some scrapbook material which I used to decorate and organize by breakfast, lunch and dinner. We decide to start in at the beginning with breakfast.
"What's your favourite thing to make for breakfast?" Gail asks me.
"Orange Ricotta Pancakes with Raspberry Syrup."
"That sounds delicious."
"It is."
"Well what are the ingredients?"
"Four eggs separated, 1 1/3 a cup of partly skim ricotta cheese, two table spoons of sugar, two table spoons of orange rinds, half a cup of flour, and two table spoons of melted butter. For the syrup, you need two pounds of raspberries and two cups of sugar. This makes about three cups of syrup."
"I think we should make them two different recipes."
"I agree." She writes down the ingredients first then I dictate the steps.
"Step One: In a medium bowl, beat egg yolks, ricotta, sugar, and orange rind on medium until creamy. Beat in flour and salt.
Step Two: In a separate bowl, beat egg whites on high until stiff peaks form. Whisk into ricotta mixture.
Step Three: Spoon batter onto a preheated, lightly buttered griddle. When small bubbles appear on surface of pancakes, flip and cook on other side. Brush pancakes with melted butter. Serve with raspberries and syrup."
"That's all?"
"Yep it's pretty simple."
"Now the syrup"
"Step One: In a pan, combine the raspberries, sugar, and water and cook over "medium-high" heat until mixture comes to a boil.
Step Two: Reduce heat to "medium-low", and allow mixture to simmer for about 5 - 8 minutes, stirring very frequently to avoid sticking and burning.
Step Three: Remove berry mixture from heat, and allow it to cool for about 15 minutes.
Step Four: Strain mixture through a fine sieve, pressing down on the solids with the backside of a spoon to extract the liquid."
"Perfect."
"Now I'll write and you can dictate a recipe to me."
"Alright. How about almond croissants?"
"I love those, oh my god." We do this until Christian comes out of his office around one. He looks so different walking around with crutches it's almost sad. He comes over to us and smiles.
"How are my favourite girls?" I see Gail blush from the corner of my eye and smile. I give Christian a kiss before answering him.
"We're fantastic."
"How's the book coming along?"
"Very well, actually." I see Gail slip away to go check on Taylor. "Hungry?"
"Very."
"I'll heat up to mac and cheese." I was teaching Gail my recipe and we froze some. I place it in the microwave for three minutes before giving Christian and myself a large portion.
"How are you feeling today?" I see him roll his eyes.
"How come you can roll your eyes, but when I do, I get taken across your knee and spanked."
"I do it because I can." There is a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"I don't see how that's fair."
"I never said it was, angel." He winks and I smile. I love this man and all his fifty shades. "Anyways I thought you liked it when I took you over my knee." I blush and think to myself. I may love him and all his fifty shades, but it can be scary at times how fast they change. "By the blush on your face, I take that as a yes."
"Yes, Sir." Now it's me taking him by surprise.
"I think you need a spanking right now." My eyes widen and I gape at him in surprise, which soon turns to worry. I look at his cast and he smiles.
"Yes I can still take you over me with this thing on my leg."
"Well I'm glad to hear that, sir." I clear the dishes and I walk with Christian to the bed room. He orders me to strip and I do so instantly. He is standing there using his crutches to support himself and still looks beautiful. He makes his way over to the best and sits down with his leg extended.
"Come." He orders and I stand next to him. He grabs my arm and yanks me over his legs. I am fully naked with my arse sticking up in the air. His palm is flat massaging my backside. One moment his hand is gone and it comes down on my – hard!
He creates a smooth rhythm of his strikes. Each one fills my need for this more and more. I never imagined that I would actually enjoy this when Christian first told me this. He stops and massages my backside again before helping to my feet. He instructs me to take off his pants and I am more than happy to oblige. His erection springs free. "No underwear, Mr. Grey."
"Nothing gets past you." Is he laughing at me right now? I ignore him and take him in my mouth as far as I can go and he lets out a deep growl. Oh, how I love that sound. I create the rhythm of going up and down then circling around the tip of his member.
"Stop, Anastasia. I want to come inside you." I don't feel it necessary to point out if he comes in my mouth, he is still coming inside me. He pushes himself backwards on the bed and I pull off his white t-shirt. I climb on top of him straddling his legs. I hover over him and look deep into his burning gray eyes. I take all of him in. He feels me up sweetly. Our skin on skin moaning in tune with each other. I keep the rhythm slow and we build together. I can tell Christian wants be to go faster, but I don't let him change the speed. When we both climax we explode into a million little pieces and he falls back on the bed and I collapse on top of him.
"Holy Shit." He mutters breathlessly and I smile into his chest trying to catch my breath.
I hope you liked the chapter. Let me know how you liked it. I'm sorry the story is coming to an end, but I'm starting a new one. I'll post it when I post the epilogue. Cheers.