Chapter 8

Cpov

The expression, dreams come true, never made sense to me before, but now I get it. My nightmares may have had a starring role for most of my life, but now, they are quickly turning into dreams, dreams that are coming true. After Anastasia and I admitted our feelings for each other, we shared another amazing kiss, and I felt the weight on my shoulders lift. The joy of seeing her naked and then our intimate bath together was sheer bliss. Not to mention, she told me no man has ever touched what is mine. Since our bath water is starting to cool, and I don't want Ana getting sick, we need to get out.
I gently push her forward and climb out, wrapping a towel around my hips. I grab a larger towel for Ana then help her out, wrapping it around her. We share a gentle kiss, before we head to my bedroom so we can dress. We're not going anywhere, so we decide to be comfortable. I pull on a pair of pajama bottoms. Ana doesn't keep anything in my room, at the moment, so she grabs a pair of my boxers and my old Harvard T-shirt that I keep in my bottom drawer. And can I just say, she looks so fucking sexy in my clothes. After we're dressed, I hold her hand and together walk towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Jones has prepared our meal, and it's ready when we sit at the breakfast bar.

"Thank you, Gail." Ana tells her when Mrs. Jones sets our plates down.

"You're welcome, Ana." Mrs. Jones smiles politely. "Will you be needing anything else, sir?"

"No, Mrs. Jones," I dismiss her. "That will be all."

"Christian, I've been thinking." Ana says once Mrs. Jones leaves us and we begin eating.

"Oh?" I question, wary of the tone she's using. I have a feeling I wont like what she's going to say.

"Maybe it might be best for us if we keep this between us for a while."

"Are you ashamed of me, to be with me?" I can't hide my disappointment.

"Hell no!" She quickly corrects my way of thinking. "I didn't mean it that way, I just meant that this is all new and we don't even know what this is yet. It might be best to not get outsiders involved, until we can figure everything out for ourselves first, is all."

"I don't want to keep this a secret, Anastasia, but I can understand not telling everyone before we figure it out." I see her point in not getting everyone's hopes up or going public too soon before we figure everything out.

"But I want to take you a real date, baby," I tell her. "I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated. Like a queen. My queen."

"I think a date will be lovely." She grins at the idea. "It will give us the opportunity to explore this, whatever this is."

She gives me a chaste kiss while smiling before she turns her attention back to her meal. This kiss reminds me,

"I told Elliot about kissing you at the photo shoot."

"That's okay," She brushes it off. "Everyone in that room saw you, and I don't think he will tell anyone, he just likes to joke around."

She has more confidence in my brother than I do. Good thing I had Taylor confiscate the crewmember's personal cameras and phones, so they didn't take compromising photos of Anastasia, or we'd have a media frenzy on our hands. I can't imagine a bigger headline than, Christian Grey known BDSM dominant, but who knows what these people would write. I can't wait to take her on a real date, but I want to do something now. I'm not a very patient man, so I decide on taking Ana sightseeing around Seattle in Charlie Tango. I love flying her and we can enjoy this together.

"Put some warm clothes on, baby," I tell her when we've finished eating. "I have a surprise for you."

"What are we doing?"

"Surprise." I remind her with a wink.

She grins and runs off to her room as I requested. I head towards mine, to do the same, quickly putting on jeans and a hoodie. I grab my shoes, before meeting Ana near the elevator. I'm sure she knows what's happening, or at least has an idea, because the elevator goes up instead of down. Since I have the top floor, it's obvious we're going to the roof, and she knows I have a helipad on the top of my building.
Ana is grinning from ear to ear when the doors open revealing Charlie Tango, ready and waiting on the helipad. I'm thrilled seeing her this excited. I never thought pleasing someone outside of the bedroom would make me feel this way. Even though we both live in Seattle, it's still amazing to view this city from the sky. Ana is all smiles as I point out landmarks and other known buildings, like the Space Needle and GEH, and soon she joins me. When we're finished, I fly us back to Escala so we can enjoy the rest of our night at my apartment.

"I better head home." Ana tells me when we step off the elevator. "It's getting late."

I feel a sense of dread wash over me at the thought of her leaving. I don't want her to go, I want her to stay.

"Why don't you spend the night?" I suggest, "You'll be coming back here tomorrow to get ready for Coping Together anyway."

"I don't know if that's a such a good idea, Christian." I can sense her hesitation.

"You've stayed the night here with me plenty of times." I remind her of our all-nighters when we worked late, the reason for her own room.

"I know, but that was before..." I can see the wheels turning in her head, she's overthinking this.

"Please, baby." I pout, knowing the effect it has on her. "I just want to be with you. I wont do anything you don't want me to do."

"As long as you promise no funny business." She warns.

"I promise," I was never a boy scout, but imitate the scout's honor. "I'll just hold you, kiss you, nothing more than you allow."

"How can I say no that?" She agrees.

All too pleased, that she's staying, I whisk her off to my room. I know we fell asleep on the sofa a few nights ago, and I didn't have a nightmare then, but this time is different. This will be the first time I have ever slept in the same bed with a woman. I'm nervous if I will have a nightmare this time, but I want her near me. As soon as we make it to my bed, we make out like hormonal teenagers. Anastasia makes me feel so young, and I'm enjoying every second of it.

Apov

I can't believe Christian took me sightseeing in his helicopter. It was like a dream and I couldn't stop smiling. He makes me feel so happy and content.
I don't want to rush things so I was hesitant on staying, even though I've stayed plenty of times before, however, then I had my own room. Now that I'm in Christian's bed, I'm happy with my decision to stay. My heart is pounding while we make out, and I'm getting hot. I feel needy. I've never felt this way before so when I feel the wetness pool between my thighs, I rub them together for friction. My body is betraying me, I have no control. What is happening to me? Christian is too involved, and I'd be too embarrassed to ask him the many questions I have about sex, he'd probably give me his bias kinky opinions, so I make a mental note to ask Kate about the mechanics of sex. That way I'll have a term of reference. I think it may be better to get a girl's perspective than from a man who wants me. Since Christian promised not to take it too far, he ends our make out session before it does, and we change into our pajamas. I'm glad he's respectful of my decision to wait. Christian wraps his arms around me while we lay together talking about anything and everything.
I try to stay awake, but my eyes feel heavy, and soon sleep takes me.

...Anastasia's Dream...

"Christian, what are you doing?" I ask when he uses his grey tie to restrain me to his bed.

"Just let this happen, baby." I start to move my body until he stills me. "Submit to me."

I immediately obey his command. Is it weird that I'm instantly turned on by this? He kisses from my mouth, to my neck, down to my breasts.
I squirm when he starts licking and sucking my nipples.

"We have to work on keeping you still, baby." He tells me with my nipple in his mouth. I try so hard not to squirm, but it's proving difficult.

"We'll start over if you keep moving." He warns me.

Christian continues to move down to my stomach, kissing my pubic bone, and then he reaches my clit. He starts licking, sucking, and even pulls my clit with his teeth. Oh god, this is pleasure and torture at the same time.

"Do you want me to make you cum like this, baby?" He asks me, continuing his assault. All I can do is moan in response.

"Answer me correctly, or I will have to punish you."

"Oh, yes." I moan, wanting more.

"Address me properly." He demands. "I'm your master , you will submit to me."

"Yes, please, master ." I desperately beg him. "I want to cum..."

...End of Dream...

I wake with a start to find myself alone in Christian's bed. I'm panting and trying to catch my breath as I look around the room. The morning light is muted from the blinds, but I can tell it's early. I'm almost thankful Christian didn't witness my dreaming, but where is he? I have a mini freak out, thinking he's changed his mind, until I see Christian enter the room and come towards the bed.

"I'm sorry, baby." He sits next to me. "I wanted to be here when you woke, but I had to deal with some stuff."

"It's okay."

Note to self: do not tell him about your dream.

"Would you like to do something today before we have to get ready for the event?"

"I kind of wanted to just hang around the apartment." I suggest, "Maybe watch some movies and just be together."

"That sounds perfect, baby." He kisses me gently. "Let's get some breakfast first, shall we?"

After breakfast, I need to shower so I head towards my room, but Christian has other ideas and brings me to his ensuite. While showering together, Christian massages my shoulders, moving towards my breasts, cupping and washing them. I moan when he starts kissing my neck, and tilt my head to the side, giving him better access. I gasp when I feel his hand glide down my body because I know he's headed towards my sex.

"Let me make you feel good, baby." His husky voice makes me wet.

"Yes." I breathe, all but begging.

He reaches his goal, cupping my sex, and then his fingers enter me.

"Is this okay?" He asks me, but all I can do is nod.

My hips rock back and forth as he slowly rubs my clit and kisses my neck. I reach behind me, and thrust my hands into his hair, which causes him to growl in excitement. Christian's panting in my ear is such a turn on. I'm so hot, so wet, and when he rubs me faster, I feel myself building. Oh god, what's happening? Desperate for more, I move my hips faster, pushing myself harder onto his hand. This spurs him on, so he picks up the pace.
I can't control the moans coming out of my mouth.

"Christian."

"Feel it, baby." He demands.

"Christian, I feel... I feel..."

"That's it, baby." He rubs me faster. I feel like I'm going to explode. He bites my neck and pinches my clit at the same time, and that's when my whole body shakes. I feel my sex convulsing, a sensation I have never experienced before, and heat between my thighs. I'm desperately trying to ride it out, and thankfully Christian doesn't stop moving his fingers. When I finally come down from my high, I'm panting, unable to control my breathing.

"Wow." Is all I can get out.

"Wow, indeed." He tells me, kissing my temple, "You look so fucking sexy when you cum, Anastasia."

"So that's what all the fuss is about?" I wonder out loud. I can't believe I just had my first orgasm at the hands of Christian Grey.
I turn around and kiss him, thanking him. Now that I've had a taste of an orgasm, I want more. Bravely, I reach down and hesitantly touch his erection, but he pulls my hand away. I feel rejected, and I know he sees the look on my face.

"That was for your pleasure, baby."

"I want to try and make you feel as good as you made me feel." I tell him.

"Trust me, baby, I feel really good. And I know when the time comes, you will make me feel more than good."

We finish our shower uneventfully, then we head to the cinema room and watch movies until it's time to get ready for tonight's event