Chapter 17: Punishments

Author's Note!

Sigh. I think I'm gonna get killed for this chapter. But yeah, just thought it was high time! Thank you anyway. Leave a review to tell me if I should stop the story here or to go on.

Just like the past few days, I was rudely awakened once again. There was a throbbing pain in the right side of my forehead and the left, not to mention the piercing ache at the back of my head. I groaned.

Teaches you not to get drunk again, my inner goddess rebuked.

Where was I? I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it, the light from the windows were torturing me. Quickly, I closed my eyes once more. The sudden movement gave me nausea and I winced as vomit rose up into my mouth.

Sour and warm, acid-like spit. I swallowed it back down. My hands pressed against my head, trying desperately to make the ache stop. For a moment, the agony reduced significantly and I breathed slowly to allow my body to adjust.

Memories from last night begun to play themselves through my head. I had been out drinking, a lot. I drank a lot. There was a man... I forced myself to remember. "Crap!" I crowed, covering my mouth as I recalled my series of kissing.

The next question posed by my brain haunted me. Where was I? I had knocked out, I had fallen asleep... On the table. There were so many men! My fingers felt around me. Oh f***, I was in a bed. A massively wide bed that was covered with a delicate silk... I blinked to keep myself from falling asleep.

The searing like light had vanished. I was now in a dim darkness that helped me to adjust. How did that happen? Had I fallen asleep again?

"F***!" I cursed, realizing that I was only clad in my lacy underwear.

Cautiously, I turned to the side for a peek. I heaved a sigh of relief. There was nobody there. Maybe I had fallen asleep in my underwear alone... Where was I?

Pushing back the drowsiness, I forced myself to sit up and focus on my surroundings. With much calculated slowness, I swiveled around to scan the room. I know this room. By the time I figured where I was, it was too late. My eyes met with the man seated in a lounge chair by my bed.

Buried in the darkness, his silhouette reminded me vaguely of The Godfather. I could briefly make out his unbuttoned top and working pants, both suffering from wrinkles. His hair was messy, unlike the neat and proper self he usually was.

His furious grey bored into mine and I knew that my death was a done deal. Somehow, magically, I had made it back to Escala and into Christian Grey's bed. I had made it into Christian's bed... In my underwear?

"How?" I squeaked and realized that my throat was dry. I was thirsty, I could drink a swimming pool's worth of water.

That seemed to anger him more, he folded his arms across his chest. Wrong question?

I cleared my throat and tried again. "Hi, Christian."

His lips twitched and he clenched his jaw. He seemed set on ignoring me. "How did the deal go?" I attempted to make him answer.

Christian was still a statue, refusing to move nor respond to anything I was doing.

"Why am I in my underwear?" I asked warily. "Did I... Did we...?"

Christian shook his head at me. "You vomited, like the first time." Ah. My bad. Well, at least he was alive!

"How did I get here?"

There was an angry rumble in his voice. "How much did you drink, Ana?"

My brain processor was like one of those ancient Microsoft engines, rusted and making all sorts of noises trying to retrieve the information. "Um. I few shots and some Vodka."

He was serious. "Define few and some."

I grimaced. "Probably five shots and a few sips of Vodka."

Christian's lips pulled up at a corner and he shook his head again. He was bitter now. "Try eleven shots and an entire bottle of Vodka."

My jaw hit the floor. How could I have downed so much?! "What?"

"When you woke up, you touched your lips in fear and then panicked thinking you were naked." Shucks, I knew where he was going with this. "Would you like to explain that, Ms Steele?"

The ba-dump ba-dump of my heart rang in my ears and I swallowed nervously. "I'd... Rather not?"

"Even if you don't, I have the entire security footage in my laptop. Which I have spent the time watching and re-watching." His voice was even and I grimaced.

What had he seen? Oh shit. Time to divert attention. "You didn't sleep?"

"No." Curt.

"What time is it?"

"11.30AM."

"Have you slept at all since last night?"

"No."

Oh my. Christian had gone pretty much a day without sleep. This was no time for a confrontation, I was sure it would turn out messier than if he had had enough rest. Without energy, he was powered by jealousy and his anger.

I threw the blanket over to my side and tried my best to smile. "Come sleep then."

"No."

"Come on, Christian." I begged. "We can discuss this when we're both in better spirits."

"Fat hope, Ana." Christian refused me, balling up his fists. "What were you trying to prove?!"

"N-nothing! I just wanted to get you off my mind... So I..." I swallowed nervously. "Drank a little."

"You were drunk, Ana. You could've been raped. You could've been raped or killed. Do you know how worried I was?!"

"Hell, Ana! I went up to check on you and you were gone! F***ing Sawyer was clueless as hell. Thank god security alerted me to a drunk you downstairs that had been sent home by a good friend of mine. I didn't know what to think!"

"Why can't you lash out at me when i'm here and not when I'm miles away?!"

Before I could answer, he continued. "WHY DO YOU GROW SOME SET OF BALLS IN MY ABSENCE?! YOU SEEM SO QUIET WHEN IM AROUND, BUT WHEN IM GONE YOU THROW YOURSELF AT MEN?!"

I was stunned. I stared at him with my jaw hung low and my eyes opened wide. Did he just say that?!

"I WANT TO THROW YOU OVER MY KNEE AND GIVE YOU THE SPANKING OF YOUR LIFE THEN F*** YOU SO HARD TO TEACH YOU TO RECOGNIZE THAT YOU'RE MINE." He leaped out from the chair and hovered over me.

Unfortunately, my treacherous body responded and I felt my groin shiver in delight and anticipation at his promise. Christian licked his lips to moisten them and I wondered if he had drank any water in the time that he had spent awake.

"ANA, I GET THAT YOU'RE MAD BUT SHOW IT TO ME! LASH OUT AT ME! AT ME, ANA!" His hands gestured to himself and he was almost pounding against his own chest.

I could not see him clear enough in this dimness, it made it all the more difficult for me. "HELL. IF THE BAR OWNER HAD NOT RECOGNIZED YOU EARLIER, YOU'D HAVE HAD SOME SORT OF GANG BANG." This thought of his seemed to throw him off the edge and he was hollering every word and shaking at his rage.

Adidas. I thought to myself. Those men would have raped me! I was sure of it. The bar owner had been my saviour! So, I had been recognized? Would that mean that the paparazzi were on edge now?

"ANA, LOOK AT ME!" Christian bellowed. I snapped out of my irrelevant thought process and met his furious gaze. "SAY SOMETHING! SHOUT! SCREAM! FOR F*** 'S SAKE, GIVE IT TO ME!"

What did he want from me?!

"LASH OUT RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW. SHOW ME HOW YOU'RE FEELING." Christian was pushing me, pushing me and pushing me. I felt it stir within me, empowered by the frustration provided to me by my hangover. I just wanted to sleep off the ache but yet, I was getting screamed at.

"ANA." Christian strained his voice.

As if taken over by a beast, I jumped to my feet and slammed my balled fists into his biceps angrily. " F*** YOU CHRISTIAN, F*** YOU!" I thrashed at him and kept beating. "YOU RUINED EVERYTHING."

I gritted my teeth and allowed my anger to rip through me and out at him. He was responsible for our unhappiness. He had done this to us! "WE. WERE. SO. HAPPY." I screamed. "BUT YOU JUST COULDN'T HELP STICKING YOUR DI*K UP SOME OTHER CHICK'S PU**Y!"

It enraged me further. So what if I had kissed some guys? He had done the unforgivable! I deserve this shit, he didn't. It gave me the license to cheat on him too!

"SHE HELD A GUN TO ME AND YOU F***ED HER ANYWAY. YOU CHASED ME OUT OF MY OWN APARTMENT SO YOU COULD F*** HER! HOW DARE YOU, F***ING ASS-" all of the sudden, I lurched to the side and the acid rose within me.

I fell to my knees and let the vomit spill out into the floor. I felt Christian get to his knees beside me as we'll and he held my hair in his hands as I continued violently. He stroked my back softly and soothed me as more came, I could do nothing to stop it.

It seemed like a hundred years later when my body ran empty on things to vomit out. Instead, it was replaced with heaving and the vomit sensation without the vomit. Christian gingerly rubbed my chest as I lurched forward repeatedly.

Finally, it was over. I began to cry. He took me into his arms and hid me against his chest, kissing me repeatedly at the top of my head. Christian never ceased to stroke my back and I sought comfort in that feeling.

"Hush, baby." He cooed into my ear and kissed the side of my head. "Hush, hush."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him in closer, he responded by tightening his hold on me and placing more kisses all over my head and my shoulders. "You'll be alright, Ana." He reassured me.

Oh, I missed his embrace. I missed this warm encirclement of love that never failed to give me the strength and courage to keep believing in our twisted love. I missed his hold on me. I missed this.

"You. Ruined. Everything." I accused in between sobs.

He began to kiss my neck. "I know, Ana." He kissed me harder and I shuddered at the pleasure. "I'm going to fix it. I will fix your trust in me, I'm going to make you happy."

Christian wrapped a soft material around my body. Very gingerly, his left arm slipped down under me and cradled my behind. Without notice, he stood with me in his arms.

Christian took me to the toilet and gently placed me down on the cool marble of the sink. He filled a glass with water and mouthwash then offered it to me. Knowingly, I took it from him sheepishly and gargled a few times before the disgusting taste in my mouth would leave.

"Okay?" He sounded like a shepherd speaking to a lost sheep and I let my guard down. I nodded my head slowly, afraid that if any faster, I would be vomiting once more.

Christian's fingers brushed across my collar bones as he repositioned the smooth material, ensuring that it would cover my very naked body. Then, he hooked one arm under my thighs and the other supported my back.

Naturally, I joined my hands around his neck as he lifted me from the sink. "Close your eyes," he whispered. " It's really bright outside."

I buried my face into his padded chest. He carried me out of the room. "Mrs Jones," I heard him say. "Would you please clean my room?"

"Right away, Mr Grey!" Came her alert response.

He began to climb the stairs. "Taylor, cancel all my appointments and meetings today. There will be no disturbance."

"Yes, Mr Grey."

Then, there was the sound of a door closing and a cool gust of air swept my bare skin from under the thin material. Christian lay me down on a bed. I opened my eyes to find us in the sub room, where all the curtains were pulled shut and the only light in the room was a little night lamp by the bedside.

I observed as Christian climbed in next to me. He lifted the blanket and tucked me under it. To my surprise, his arm encircled my waist and drew me in. Christian repositioned my head against his chest.

" Sleep, Ana." I heard him say and he bent down to nuzzle against my head. " My sweet Ana."

Even though I had run dry of tears, I was still sobbing and heaving, unable to get full control of my body. I hated the acidic taste at the back of my throat, I hated the feeling of things leaving my body in such a manner.

"What..." I sobbed. "Happened?"

There was the rise and fall of his chest and I was tempted to turn back and look at him. He sighed. " You were very lucky, Ana. One of my old friends happened to be the owner of that bar, he swung by to pick up some wine for a party. Apparently, you had quite a close call with the bartender, of which caught the attention of my friend when he mentioned it to him. "

I stayed imagining the whole scene play out. The bartender must have been vaguely amused by my lack of clothes and desire to drink half the shop. Sure, he would share it with his boss.

"When the bartender pointed you out, you were pretty much knocked out and leaving the bar with the men." At his words, the arm around me tightened possessively. "But the bad owner did recognize you, thankfully, I don't know how but he did. All that matters is that he did." He reassured himself. "And then he took you up to Escala and got the attention of Sawyer."

"Where's Sawyer?" I was suddenly very worried. "Did you?"

"No, sweetheart. I decided that it wasn't his fault, he was off duty and very asleep at 2AM in the morning when you snuck past him."

I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Don't. He's almost as upset as I am with you." Christian scolded. "He might start convincing me that he should sleep in your room to keep an eye on you through the night."

Sawyer and I sharing a room? Christian would never allow it. Would he?

"But I said no because I wouldn't be interested in sharing a room with him." What? I was confused. Christian laughed and snuggled me closer, "This is your last night in this room, Ana. You're moving back in with me."

Before I could protest, Christian shook his head. "After the stunt you pulled, don't expect to fight with me."

I decided as well that it was for the best I did not. Besides, sharing a bed with Christian was something I had desired the whole of last night. "I won't."

"Thank you, Ana." He whispered and he drew me higher and closer to him until I was leveled to him. I was made aware of his hands creeping down the sides of my body, weakening me and filling me with tingling sensations.

Christian parted my thighs and pulled me onto him, I felt the blanket drawn over the back of my legs and Christian met his lips with mine. There was an urgency in them and he was all over at once, one hand caressing my ass and the other in my inner thigh. I kissed him back and he growled, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped past my lips.

Christian's tongue expertly traced my bottom lip and took my breath away. He grazed my bottom lip with his teeth and bit down on it, I moaned and returned the favor. His resounding moan sprouted a hunger in my groin, heating me up exponentially. "Mine."

With no doubt, this was him getting back at me for kissing those men last night. Well. If my punishment was glorious sex, I would be kissing them more often from now on.

He picked up on it and his fingers inched closer to the apex of my thighs. They made swirling patterns in my inner thighs as they climbed and climbed and climbed. "AHHHH, Christian." I groaned in pleasure as they stroked me through my underwear.

My body jerked in response and I fell lower against his body, my groin hitting against his and finding it rock hard. He chuckled against my lips, "Easy now, Ana."

Desiring to please him, I ground myself against his peak and felt him twitch as he gasped. I did it once more. The friction between us was doing us both good and creating more heat in my fabric.

"Ana..." Christian's voice was strained and I knew I was driving him insane. "Stop if you don't want me to go any further."

He was giving me an option. I could stop now and back down, we could stop... No. I was too driven by my need for sexual release and I knew that if we were going to get past his error, I was going to have to let him in. Literally.

You're pathetic, Ana. My inner goddess spat at me.

For now, I could not give a flying f*** what anybody thought. Kate could crucify me if she pleased, but this was something I was determined to do. Boldly, I stroked him through his pants and he rasped my name.

I climbed down lower and popped the buttons of his pants, peeking at him through my eyelashes. "Hell, Ana." Christian eyes were full of lust for me as he assisted me with his pants, lifting himself off the bed so I could peel them from him.

I glanced at him seductively as I licked my lips, liking what I saw. He had an awfully high tent for his boxers. Very coyly, I used my index finger to caress his tip. "Ahhhhh, Ana." He moaned, his hands catching mine. "I'm not sure if we should..."

Looks like I had only one option. Bending down over him, I bit the elastic of his waist band and peeled it downwards. He sprung up right before me and I giggled.

"I love it when you giggle, Ana." He told me, a smile spreading across his face.

"I know." Climbing back on top of him, I sealed his lips with mine and bit him hard. His erection pressed up against the crack between my cheeks and it twitched.

Yet, his kisses were hesitant. "Ana," he pulled his lips from mine. "We should stop."

But I didn't want to. We were going to converse in the way our bodies knew how to do so well. I forced back the imagination that would hinder us from unifying once more, I was going to forget his betrayal for now. Just now.

Knowing this would dissolve all resistant, I bit down on my lip. His eyes bulged in response and he smiled a playful beam, then, a feral animalistic growl echoed through the room and I was beneath him.

Christian was nuzzling me everywhere with his mouth, my neck, my collar bone, my ears, back down again. I pressed my chest into him and his fingers worked fast, releasing the clasp of my bra in a flash.

A thought occurred to me. "Kate?" I panted, worrying that she would intrude suddenly like she had done before.

"She's banned from Escala until I say so." The thought evaporated he lapped against my right nipple, taking on a life of their own, I wrapped my legs around him and wished that the fabric keeping us from each other would just vanish.

I moaned as he bit down on me, his left hand cupping my other breast and giving it the attention it needed. He squeezed and pulled my nipple taut, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Christian..." My voice was so filled with lust as I begged him to work lower.

Reading my mind, he trailed soft feather-like kisses from my breast to my navel and licked me there. His fingers grasped my ankles at the back and drew them from each other, pressing them against the bed. I was so wide and exposed.

"Ana, you can still back out." He offered, his grey eyes smoldering.

"Make love to me, Christian Trevylan-Grey." And I bit my lip once more.

Christian's thumbs hooked under the lace at the waist and he winked at me as he lowered them. Noticing my ankles spread so far apart from each other, he pursed his lips. "Heck it." There was a subtle rip and my panties disappeared.

I watched as he pressed the material to his nose and breathed in my scent. "Mine."

"Yours." I gave him an approving nod and he tucked the underwear into his jeans quickly.

His fingers grazed me... There. "Ever so ready, Ana."

I closed my eyes and anticipated his touch. I knew I was ready. I could feel the intense moisture at my groin that was preparing to aid me to receive him.

"Are you sure, Ana?" He bumped me with himself.

"Stop..." I panted. "Asking."

I could feel his tip twist at my entrance. "Ana, look at me."

I opened my eyes to meet his anxious gaze. Christian leaned in close to me and he entered me by an inch, he watched me cautiously with his eyes. I was not going to back out now.

To my surprise, Christian slipped off his shirt. Then, he hovered over me, his skin meeting mine. He took both my hands and placed them on his back. I gasped. "Christian... These are your..."

I remembered his confession before the confession. I could imagine the pain he was going through now and I tensed up against him, my palms clammy. "I'm yours, Ana."

And then, he entered me. I almost forgot his impressive length until it hit my hilt. Closing my eyes, I moaned in response and pressed him closer to me, he hissed. I dropped my hands and opened my eyes.

"No, Ana." He grabbed my hands and positioned them on his back again. "Don't let go."

He started moving in me, drawing himself out and then driving him back in. I pressed him into me once more. Truly, Christian was making love to me. Sweet, sweet love.

We had reached a steady pace of his pounding into me, my moan meeting his every grunt. "Fasteeeeeeerrr!" I pleaded and he took it up a notch.

Out of nowhere, the walls in my head broke down around me. The image of Christian having sex with Leila on my bathroom floor invaded my inner cinema and I gasped. Instantly, Christian's eyes opened and searched mine.

The tears began to bud within mine and Christian acknowledged it. The betrayal began to rouse more hurt within me. "Hold on, Ana." Christian planted a kiss on my forehead as he picked up speed once more.

My body responded just as he desired. My insides began to quiver with every new stroke he performed, his eyes never leaving mine as he took me off and over Mount Everest. We found our release and we panted, catching our breaths.

A tear slipped down my cheek. Christian brushed it off me with his lips. "I love you, Anastasia. Only you."