A/N:
Danny would be 4 Teddy is 18 and Phoebe is 16 Christian is 48 Ana is 41 for those who like to know that stuff:)
This story is lemony fresh! With some drama mixed in which makes this the most drama filled chapter for this story but I needed some fifty shades thrown in...This is more about Ana and Christian this time…. it's more Spice … drama… Spice…some family time. you've been warned. So if you don't like Christian, the jealous, possessive hot head, turn away now. I'm also doing a flashback to a scene that was mentioned it Chapter 1. Sadly, I had to re-write it because the google Docs app, hates me and deleted everything I wrote. So of course it didn't come out the same way again. It's a long one:) Thanks Natasha for the idea.
August 2031
Ana has been acting kind of funny these last two weeks. She's been holed up in her office, always on the phone, and if I come in she's quick to close everything down. Now when she's not doing this she's still my normal everyday, wife.
But something fishy is going on.
She slips off her glasses and looks at me after shutting down her laptop.
"Can I help you Mr. Grey?" She asks walking over to me.
"You can tell me what you are up too…"
She looks over at her desk and back to me. She stands in front of me playing with my tie.
"Working… did you get Danny to bed?" She starts undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt.
She's trying to distract me, and sadly it's working.
"You're up to something Mrs. Grey… do you want to tell me what it is?"
She finishes undoing my shirt and placing light kisses on my chest.
"I'm just working. I have a huge meeting with an author coming up and don't forget all the prepping for LA next Friday." She tells me as she places kisses up my chest and then to my neck.
She rubs her hand over my crotch, as her lips find mine.
After all these years she's still the master at distraction. And I'm the fool that always falls for it.
Moving her hand off my crotch, she puts her hands through my hair and tugs lightly causing me to moan against her lips. Damn it. I'll figure what she's up to, after I have my way with her.
Two can play this game, Mrs. Grey.
I separate myself from her lips. I grab her blouse and rip it open, sending the buttons flying across the room. I bend down and start sucking her cleavage. As I reach behind and unhook her bra and capture her nipple in my mouth.
I grab her ass with both of my hands and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the couch. I pretty much throw her on the couch which causes her to giggle. The sound still travels to my dick. The zipper of my pants becoming painful against my hardened dick.
"Undo my pants Anastasia." I tell her in my best Dom voice. He's been hiding out lately.
"Oh, yes sir."
She sits up and undoes my belt, sending it across the room. She unzips my pants and along with my boxers pulls them down. My dick springs out, as I kick my pants off my feet. Ana needs no direction and takes my dick in her hand. She licks the tip, licking off the pre-cum before sticking it down her throat.
I look down at her and watch as she inhales my dick in and out of her mouth. I grab her hair and put in a makeshift ponytail, pulling her closer and control her movements. I hold her tight against me, as I feel my dick hit the back of her throat.
I hiss in delight. "God, baby."
I pull her back and have her look at me. The smile on her face tells me she was enjoying that.
"Lay back on the couch, Ana." She does what I tell her.
I love that she's letting me control the scene right now. I get down on my knees and pull her skirt down. I sit and admire my beautiful wife. Even at 41 and 3 kids, her body is still toned and tight. We enjoy working out together and I think she's in better shape now than when she was in her 20's.
"Are you just going to keep staring at me Sir?"
"Just enjoying the view… and what a sight it is." I draw my fingers up and down her moist folds, before inserting two of them in her. I dip my nose into her core and inhale her sweet scent. I'm always drawn to her scent; it was a smell made for only me. I pump my fingers mercifully in and out of her, while my tongue circles her clit. I can feel her muscles tighten and I know she's close. I softly nibble at her swollen clit and she explodes around my fingers, screaming my name. I lap of her juices, before I move my body to hover hers.
I line up my dick to her, as she circles her legs around my waist. I rest my forehead on hers.
"You ready?"
"I'm always ready for you, Sir." She pants, still coming down from her orgasm. I slam myself into her and it sets her off right away. I slam my lips to hers and I pump myself in and out of her as her pussy milks my dick.
"Faster Christian…." She moans and I decide to tease her by slowing down my pace.
"Christian, please…" She begs.
"Please what Anastasia…"
I love it when she tells me what she wants.
"I want you to slam your dick into me so hard and fast, that I want my teeth to rattle."
"As you wish." I pull out so my tip is lined up at her entrance, before I slam into her hard. I do it twice more before my pace becomes almost violent. We lock eyes with each other as her moans echo the room.
Thank goodness for soundproofing.
"I want you to cum with me baby." I pant out between each straggled breath.
I think i need to work out more…
I pump into her hard a couple more times when I feel her tighten again.
"Now, baby. Cum with me now."
And with that she cums around me, as I pour myself deep inside of her.
My body falls on top of hers, sweat drenching my forehead.
Once I finally catch my breath, I pick her up and roll her on top of me.
"I love you." I whisper to her as she lays her head down on my chest, curling herself around me.
"I love you, too."
"Maybe tomorrow we should have a lunch date over at Escala. You know it's been a couple of weeks."
Ever since you started acting a little funny.
"As much as I want to, I have a lunch meeting."
"Again? You've been having lunch meetings an awful lot lately." I try to hide the anger in my voice.
"Well, you're the one that told me you should always wine and dine a client if you want something done quick." She tells me.
I did tell her that. But still. She's signing authors, big difference then the business I run.
"We could go there this weekend?" She offers.
Well, it's better than nothing.
I don't answer her. "We should get to bed." I tell her brushing the hair that has fallen in her face.
"I don't think I can move after the pounding you just gave me."
"Then I'll carry you…"
I sit her up, removing her off my body. I throw my pants on and toss her my shirt to put on. I lift her into my arms and carry her to our bedroom.
I'm sitting at my desk. I have this uneasy feeling in my stomach. My mind keeps wandering to what Ana is doing. Don't get me wrong, I trust her. But, sometimes I let the green-eyed monster take over my thoughts. You would think I would've learned my lesson years ago, when I was in the accident. However, there's still that little devil on my shoulder, telling me things.
So here I am, looking at her schedule that I had Hannah send over. It's not uncommon for us to share our schedules. Most of the time they're linked together to help us plan business trips or other special events.
I stare at the blackout time during 12 and 1. Nothing is noted there. I find that really odd. It goes back to two weeks ago. Every Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays.
If that doesn't make the little devil on my shoulder start whispering in my ear.
What the hell is she doing? I mean it's not like she could do that in only an hour.
Who are you kidding of course you can do that in an hour. I shake my head and come up with my next move. I could call Sawyer, but I have a feeling she would be tipped off.
What if it's Sawyer?
Shut Up, Grey. You know that's not true. He's happily married, just like you are.
But damn it Ana, for making me watch the Bodyguard the other day. It definitely made me look at our CPO's in a different light.
19 years of marriage Grey and you're still going nuts about other men, breathing the same air as your wife.
Since, I couldn't put a lojac on my wife, I do the next best thing. I locate her phone. I'm in luck and she has it on.
If she was doing something wrong wouldn't she turn it off Grey. She knows you're a crazy stalker.
So I do what I do best…
I decide to stalk her to the "little Cafe" that's about 4 blocks away from GEH. So I grab Taylor and tell him I'm hungry and we take a stroll to the Cafe.
I see her in the window talking with some bleach blonde surfer dude. There's a couple of things laying on the table, some kind of books and Ana has her laptop. I look over at Taylor and I see something in his eyes flash, but it's gone before I can figure what it is.
It's almost like alarm bells start going off in my head. Something is up. And I plan to find out what it is.
I stroll casually into the Cafe. I go to the counter and order a sandwich.
Have to look like I'm here for lunch don't I?
I look over at Ana and she catches my eye. I notice the look of confusion in her eyes. Again she quickly closes her laptop, as I walk over to her. As I get even closer I notice the guy pick up the books and tuck them away.
"Mrs. Grey, fancy seeing you here." I put my arm on her shoulder and lean down and kiss her cheek.
"I could say the same thing about you Mr. Grey. Since when do you get your own lunch?" She raises an eyebrow at me.
I forgot about that!
"I decided it was such a nice day I would take a stroll. What luck it was you were here too." I smile at her.
"Uh-huh." She looks away from me and looks over at the guy. "This is Ron Frankel. He's one of our new authors. Ron this is my husband Christian Grey." She introduces us.
He stands up and shakes my hand. I make sure I grab it extra hard. "It's nice to meet you sir. I've heard so much about you."
"I wish I could say the same." I say dryly.
He gives me a half smile before taking his hand back.
"Christian, we were in the middle of something…"
That's what I'm trying to figure out… what were you in the middle of.
"You're right. I'll just be grabbing my lunch and head back to the office." I bend down and kiss her in a non G-rated way. Making sure this guy knows she's mine.
I pull away and I see Ana shake her head and roll her eyes.
So I guess the green-eyed monster was caught coming out to play. After 19 years you would think I would learn to hide him better.
"I'll see you at home, then."
She nods and all but shoos me away.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Frankel."
"You too, Mr. Grey."
I grab my sandwich with Taylor in tow and is out the door.
"Do we have a background check on that guy Taylor?" I ask.
"Yes, sir. He's a new author signed at GIP, he's totally clean sir." He tells me. "And you do know Sawyer is keeping an eye out right?" He looks at me with a face telling me to take it down a notch.
"Of course." I ignore him and we walk back to the office.
When I get back to my desk, I call Barney and tell me to send me Mrs. Grey's e-mails.
What the hell are you doing Grey?
I shake my head. I have no idea why this is bugging me so much. It's like it's eating away at my stomach.
Or maybe that's brain tissue.
The blocked out lunches, the long hours in her office, the hiding of what she is doing. It's taking it's toll on me. She might not be cheating. I don't really think my Ana would do that. I think last night proved that. But she's up to no good. And I'm not one for surprises.
There's a ding in my inbox and it's from Barney. I open up the huge file and start looking for any clues.
It doesn't take me long before I uncover one. And it leaves me with more questions then answers.
She has two plane tickets to the Virgin Islands. It's for the same week she's supposed to be going to LA for some book conference.
What the fuck is this?
I wasn't able to go with her because I too had a meeting in New York that same week. We always try to go on business trips together. We at least always bring the kids. But, for these two trips they would be staying with their Grandparents.
I'm fuming. And I figure I will talk to her when she gets home.
Who is she going to the Virgin Islands with? I feel like my head is going to explode.
The tickets only have her name on them. Since I would need to jet to go to New York she was supposed to be taking a rented jet to LA. But sitting in front of me are two first class tickets.
I print out the offending e-mail and tell Taylor we're going home. I know he can tell I'm pissed. But, he doesn't say anything.
When I get home, Danny is with Gail playing in living room.
"Daddy!" He yells and comes running into my arms. I lift him up and hug him tight. He helps calm me down, even for a little bit.
"Hey, Buddy. You've been good for Auntie Gail?"
"Uh-huh." I look over at Gail for confirmation and she nods her head. Danny is a good child, just a bit of a handful… ok maybe more than a handful.
"You're home early daddy. Fe Fe isn't even back yet." He grabs my cheeks and squeezes them together. "Where's mama?"
"She's still at work buddy. She'll be here soon."
And she better have some answers.
"Do you wanna play?"
"I would love to buddy."
I sit down on the floor with him as we race cars around. I was so scared I wouldn't be able to keep up with him at my age. But I proved myself wrong. Sometimes.
Sometimes he has way too much energy and I wish I could take the batteries out. He really knows how to keep Ana and I on our toes.
Ana.
My mind starts going there again. And I feel my blood start to boil. What is that girl up to? Why is she keeping secrets from me?
"What's wrong daddy?" He stops his car mid ram and looks at me.
"Hmm." I notice now that I have stopped playing and kind of looking out to space.
"Your face looks mad, like after someone on the phone makes you mad. And you tell them "Just do it!" He says in the same tone I use.
"Sorry buddy. Daddy just has a lot on his mind." I try to give him my best smile. But, I can tell by the look on his face, he isn't buying it.
He stands up and comes over and gives me a hug. He's a perceptive little guy. He's very good at catching on to everyone's moods.
"I love you daddy. Everything will be ok." He walks over to his stuffed dinosaur and hands it to me. "You can have him. He always makes me feel better."
"Thank you. This is just what I needed." I tousle his hair and hug the stuffed dino.
We are interrupted by the door closing and Phoebe and Ana walk in the door.
"Go lay down Phe and I'll bring you some meds and a heating pad in a minute."
They both walk past the living room and stop.
"Christian, you're home early." Ana says surprised.
I ignore her and look at Phoebe. "What's wrong with you? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine dad. I just need to lay down." I look over at Ana and she mouths "woman problems." and I butt out.
"Alright sweetie. Go relax." I tell her and she leaves the room.
Ana looks at me questionably, but doesn't say anything as she goes into the kitchen.
I have to remind myself now wouldn't be the best time to bring it up. I watch as she gets everything she needs for Phoebe and goes to her room.
Dinner is a quiet affair. Ana is trying to talk to me, but all I'll give her is one word answers. She finally sees that I don't want to talk and starts talking with Danny. Phoebe is still upstairs, she didn't want dinner and is now sound asleep. Teddy is gone since he has now started his first year at Harvard.
Ana cleans up dinner and I put Danny in the entertainment room so he can watch one of his favorite cartoons before bedtime.
I leave the room and run into Ana.
"Is something wrong Christian?"
"This isn't the time Ana." I tell her sternly.
"Is this about this afternoon Christian… because…"
"I said not now!" I snap.
She throws daggers at me and walks away.
Ana gets Danny to bed and I go into my office, to figure out what the hell I'm going to say to her. I pull out the e-mail and lay it on my desk and just stare at it.
It isn't long before Ana comes in, her arms folded on her chest, standing in front of my desk.
"What is going on Christian?"
"I don't even know where to start…" I huff.
"Well, start somewhere, because you have this shitty attitude towards me and I don't know why. I haven't done anything."
"Ha!"
"What Christian? What stick do you have up your ass now?" She shouts.
"You want to know what is up my ass Ana? YOU."
Her eyes go wide and she takes a step back.
"You have been acting funny for the last two weeks. You have these secret lunches that are blacked out on your calendar. Everytime I come in a room you're always hiding something from me. Even today at your lunch meeting. Then I find this."
I toss the e-mail at her with the plane tickets.
"So who the fuck are you going to the virgin islands with. Because it sure as hell isn't me." I scream at her.
"You went through my emails?" She says above a whisper.
"You've known me this long Ana. Don't let it come as a surprise."
She shakes her head. "All it shows is that you still don't trust me. After everything. I thought you learned your lesson on that years ago."
I roll my eyes. "Fifty shades baby."
"Don't give me that crap Grey. This is beyond that." She throws the e-mail down and pinches the bridge of her nose. "You should know me well enough to know I wouldn't do anything to you. You really think I would cheat on you?"
"Do I? No? But these tickets say something else."
"You thought something if you spied on my e-mail."
"I told you. You've been so secretive lately. I was just trying to figure out what was going on. Then i saw the plane tickets for the same week you said you were going to LA and I was going to New York. And until you tell me otherwise my mind is going to wonder." I say pretty calmly.
I can see her blue eyes start to glisten with tears.
"There's a reason why it was such a secret Christian. Did you ever think of that?" She shakes her head as to try and rid herself of her tears. I know in this moment I fucked up. Her body language is telling me everything.
I'm an idiot.
"Ana…" I move around my desk and she stops me from coming near her.
"No. You want to know so badly. I'll tell you. Those plane tickets are for me and you. I had Ros tell you, you had to go to New York and Andrea made sure it was all set up in your schedule. You and I were going away for 10 days. I was planning on taking you after the party I been planning to celebrate GEH's 25 years. That's why I've been having a bunch of lunch meetings to plan this event. You happy now?"
No.
"Ana, I'm sorry. It's just been driving me nuts. You haven't been acting like you…"
"Oh, because I act any different when you have shit up your sleeve. The difference between me and you is I trust you."
"I trust you…"
"What you did wasn't trust Christian. Rather you think I'm cheating or up to no good. You didn't trust me."
I try to come closer to her but she backs away. "You would do yourself a favor and stay away from me tonight."
"Ana. We should talk about this. You know we don't go to bed angry."
She sniffles a laugh. "Well, it looks like that's changing tonight."
She turns around and leaves the room.
"FUCK!" I scream out!
What the fuck have I done.
We made that promise 12 years ago to never go to bed angry again. I made an ass of myself at her job, thinking that some author was making a move on her. We ended up fighting in the end I promised to always trust her. That we would talk it out before we went to bed. Now tonight those memories come crashing back.
Flashback 12 years ago….
I'm swirling around a glass of my fine bourbon, and drinking it down like it's water. A huge deal with a Steel company has fallen through my fingers. The fucking asshole decided he didn't want to sell to me. Even after I doubled the offer.
Why?
Because he didn't like me.
How could he not like me? I was offering him millions of dollars. But, then he goes and sells it to my competitor for less. What a bozo. And I really could've used this company to help with my ship yard and boating manufacturer site.
As I throw back another glass, I stare at the picture in front of me, hanging up on my wall. The vision of my Ana staring at me. After almost 7 years together she's still as beautiful as she was the day I met her. Sitting next to that picture, is our family, out in the meadow.
I look back and I would've never thought I would be a family man. A Dad. But those two kids have changed my life for only the better.
I decided at this moment, the only person that can calm me and relax me, more than this bourbon can; is my Ana.
I grab my jacket and tell Taylor to grab the car. We drive over to GIP and I walk in like I own the place. In a way I do. Ana might really be the official owner, but that is my name on the door. I make my way to her office and let myself in.
When I walk in everything goes red. Some asshole has his hands on my wife.
Before I can even think straight. I grab the asshole by his shoulder, before slugging him in his face.
"Christian!" Ana screams behind me.
"What do you think you're doing with your hands on my wife?"
The guy is now cowering in the chair he fell into it. He's mumbling something. But, I can't make it out. I feel like my world is going a little woozy. Everything is slightly blurry.
"TAYLOR! SAWYER!" Ana's voice yells behind me.
She walks up to me and puts her hand on my shoulder to try and calm me. But I'm so angry right now, I push her away, and when I look over I see she has fallen to the floor.
I'm about to take another swing at him when I feel, who I'm guessing is Taylor pull me back.
I watch the guy stand up and rush out of the office. I look over at Ana as Sawyer picks her off the ground.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Christian?" She snaps at me.
"He had his hands all over you!" I now notice my voice is slurred.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I came to see you. Then when I walk in you let that asshole have his grimy paws all over you."
"He didn't have his paws all over me Christian."
"Sure looked like it from here."
She rolls her eyes at me and it just makes me even madder right now. I would love just to throw her over my knee and spank her till she can't walk.
"Sir, I think it would be best if you guys talked about this at home." Taylor comes over, interpreting Ana and I's stare down.
"I have work that needs to be done. Since I probably just lost one of my major authors due to your hot head."
"Maybe he should've kept his hands off what's mine. We're going home." I grab her arm and start pulling on it.
"Let go of me Christian!" She snaps at me, pulling her hand away from mine.
"So I guess you want to do this the hard way."
"Mr. Grey." Taylor tries to get my attention.
I pick Ana up and throw her over my shoulder.
"Christian put me down." She starts kicking and hitting me.
"I will if you come with me. NOW!"
I drop her back to the ground. She turns around and starts grabbing her stuff.
"Fine." She tries to say strongly, but I notice her voice crack. But in this moment I don't care.
She gets all her stuff and storms past me out of the office.
I follow behind her as we make our way to the car. I look behind me and notice Sawyer and Taylor hot on our heels.
I don't remember the last time I felt this out of control. Ana is usually my calming peace. Now today, she's in the wake of my anger.
She gets in the front seat with Taylor. Keep it coming Ana, your ass is getting redder by the minute.
"Escala Taylor!" I demand. We are going to talk, and then I'm taking her sweet ass to the playroom.
She looks at me with daggers in her eyes. She wants to say something, but then decides against it.
Wouldn't want to take this fight home to kids.
We arrive at Escala. When Ana gets on the elevator she stands as far away from me as she can. And it seems like Taylor is standing between us, so we don't start knocking gloves till we get into the apartment.
Ana is the first to storm out of the elevator. I make myself to the kitchen and pour myself another drink. I'm going to need it.
"Do you really think you need more? I can smell you a mile away." Ana snaps at me.
"Well, I wouldn't if my wife could keep guys hands off of her. I would be using her to comfort me, instead of the liquor."
"You're a piece of work Christian. Maybe if you weren't already drunk when you came into my office, you would of saw clearer. All he was doing was giving me a gentle tap on the shoulder."
"Oh, please. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Ana he was just finding an excuse to touch you. God, knows if I didn't come in where it would I led to."
I pour myself a glass and down it, and fill another.
"If you want to be drunk and belligerent. Go ahead. But I'm going home."
"You're not going anywhere Ana." I down another glass, enjoying the burn down my throat. "We're going to have this out now."
"Until you get your head out of your ass. There's nothing to talk about." She shouts back at me.
I don't remember much after that point. I know where both yelling at each other. Not getting anywhere. I'm sure the words coming out of my mouth, aren't pretty. I see the tears start to stream down her eyes. But, I don't care.
"Fuck, this shit!" I slam down one more drink before I head to the elevator.
It's all a blur from that moment. The amount of liquor that I had was not helping me see or think straight. I start feeling a heavy weight on my heart. I hurt the girl I love more than anything over what? Shit! I put my hands on her. Her falling down at the office resurfaces.
I hear the sound of a horn honking and I look over to see what's going on.
You know how they say your life passes before your eyes?… well that's what happened before everything goes black.
I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed. I come to find out later that I had a concussion, some bruised ribs and a broken leg. I had walk out to the middle of the street, the car tried to stop but couldn't.
I remember when Ana came to my side in tears. She threw her arms around me and cried.
"I thought I lost you." She cries into my chest. "When they loaded you into the ambulance. Taylor tried to get to you in time, but it was too late. What were you thinking?" She smacks me in the chest, now her face mixed with hurt and anger.
"I wasn't. I didn't even know where I was going. I'm so sorry baby." I finally broke down in tears. My jealousy and possessiveness almost cost me everything.
I begged and begged for her forgiveness. When I asked if I hurt her when I pushed her. She told me no. That I didn't push that hard, but she ended up tripping and falling back. But, she told me if I ever do something like that, it won't be a car I have to worry about.
I made a promise that I would never touch the hard stuff again. I only did once on Christmas 3 years ago. Finding out about little Danny.
We made up, and I worked really hard to help control my jealousy issues. I even knew I needed a new outlet when deals went wrong. I had been doing so well, for so long. I mean occasionally the green eyed monster came to play. But, nothing in the league of what I did that day.
-End Flashback-
After tossing and turning on the couch I go to the one place that used to always bring me solace.
My piano.
As my fingers dance over the white and black keys, repeating the same song over and over again, I can't get Ana's face out of my head. She was doing something nice for me and I blew it.
Wouldn't be surprised if she went to the Virgin Islands on her own now.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I know she's in the room with me. I can feel her current. But, I keep playing.
She walks over and sits next to me. She doesn't say anything as I finish the tune.
"I'm sorry." I tell her as my hands fall from the keys.
"I know. But this can't keep happening Christian. Granted you haven't been this bad in ages. I sometimes see your jealousy peek through but you control it. But to spy and stalk me, that was the old Christian, up and front. Even if I do love him, I don't like seeing him. You've grown past that."
"I know… I just couldn't get the thoughts out my mind. It's been gnawing at me for two weeks. Then yesterday when I ask you to meet me at Escala and you turned me down again… I just… I just let it control my thoughts. Someone whispering in my ear that something wasn't right. I do trust you, but I let the devil win today. So I'm sorry."
"Let's get to bed. We can talk more in the morning."
"I can sleep on the couch Ana."
"Yeah? And how has that been working?"
I shrug.
"Come on…" She holds out her hand for me. I take it and she drags me to our room.
"How can you just forgive what I did?" I ask her as she walks to her side of the bed.
"I haven't quite yet." She sighs, as she covers herself with the blanket. "But, when we married all those years ago. I knew what I was getting into… most of the time. We've both come along way since then. And nobody is perfect and you are going to slip up. But, like I said let's talk about this in the morning." She pats the side of the bed next to her.
I get under the covers, as she lays down and turns to her side.
Ok, we're in the same bed. But I feel miles apart. I notice her reach over and turn off her lamp.
I'm still not going to be able to sleep. I reach in my drawer and pull out the sleeping pills I got a while back when I was suffering really bad from insomnia. It was after a huge deal wasn't going so smoothly and might have cost thousands of people their jobs. I had the world on my shoulders for a couple of months and couldn't sleep.
Enter the magic pills of sleep. I pop two and then turn off my light.
"I love you Ana." I tell her. I just need her to know.
"I love you too. That's not changing ever." She tells me her voice now laced with sleep.
I lay on my back and try to figure new ways to beg for forgiveness, and finally doze off to la la land.
I'm awoken suddenly by the feeling of something rubbing up and down my leg. I try to move away from it, but I can't. That's when my eyes fly open and I realize that I'm tied to the bed. My legs and arms are tied to the 4 poster bed.
Standing before me is Ana, holding a riding crop, dressed to kill.
And I'm guessing that person would be me.
She's wearing a pair of black lace crotchless panties with garter straps that are attached to a pair of black leggings. And a leather corset with a zipper in the front that make her breast almost look like they're going to fall out. She looks hot.
"I see that you're awake Mr. Grey. I think we have some indiscretions to talk about. You have displeased me greatly."
She's in full Domme mode. I don't see this side of Ana often, but I happen to like it. But I have a feeling this time I'm in big trouble.
"Yes, Mistress." This causes a smirk on her face.
She walks over to her dresser and grabs a couple of things and places them on the bed.
"I have a couple of rules Mr. Grey. One you're not going to make a sound unless you need to safe word Or I address you to speak. You will answer my questions when I ask. Second, you won't be able to cum till I say so. Do you understand?"
I nod my head. "Yes, Mistress."
"Very good."
She grabs a pair of scissors and runs the cool metal up my leg.
Oh, please don't cut it off. You like just as much as I do Mrs. Grey.
She slips the one side of the scissors under my boxers and starts cutting the fabric off. I guess there not as easy to rip off as her panties are. She finishes cutting and removes my boxers from under me. Safely now putting the scissors on the night stand.
It's ok little buddy, you're safe now.
She grabs a blindfold and covers my eyes.
"So, Mr. Grey do you know why you're being punished today?" She asks as she runs the crop up and down my body again.
"Because I spied on you and didn't trust you, Mistress."
"And?"
"I let the green-eyed monster take charge." She smacks me in the belly with the crop.
"Mistress…"
I hear her move around and now I feel the flogger running up my stomach. She smacks me with it. I see my girl has picked up some of my techniques over the years.
Maybe I should act bad more often. Domme Ana is a turn on. I'll take my punishment in stride. Although I have a deep feeling I'm going to need every ounce of control not to come today.
She's not going too crazy with the implements. Which can only mean one thing…
Orgasm denial. I have a feeling she is going to kill me.
But, if this makes her forgive me. Well, my baby can have all the power. After all our years together, we learned it's the sex that helps cure us. It's always a reminder of how much we love each other, how much we mean to each other. It's healing, even if it's pure torture.
Ana and I do fool around with "punishment" sex. Nothing like belts or canes, or anything vicious. After that one time when I came back from New York and that whole Jack Hyde thing. I didn't think I would ever use Orgasm denial again after Ana safeworded. But, through the years we learned ways around it. We always let the person come in the end. And we never do it when are tempers are high. Well, that really goes for me.
After a few more teasing whacks with the flogger I feel her hand grab my harden cock. Oh, how I wish I could see her right now.
"Don't you think by now you should have complete faith in your wife?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." I grit out as her grip on my dick gets slightly harder and she moves her thumb around the tip of my dick.
"Do you think you deserve any pleasure?"
"No, Mistress." I pant out as I feel her tongue circle around my head.
I feel her as she takes me all the way in her mouth. I so badly wish I could reach out and touch her, see her. She works me over, while massaging my balls. I'm doing everything I can to control the urge. She must know, I'm getting close because she pulls away.
I moan out when her warm mouth leaves my dick.
*Whack*
The sting of the flogger comes down on my chest. It feels good, which doesn't help.
"What did I tell you about making a sound, Mr. Grey?"
"Not too Mistress. I'm sorry."
"I'm going to sit on your face now. And I want you to make me cum just using your tongue."
She positions herself over my head. She smells absolutely wonderful. My tongue darts inside her folds and she moans out. I rub my nose over clit making a small circular motion. My tongue works her over into a frenzy. She rotates her hips slightly as I keep working her over. She grabs onto my hair as she starts to come, her juices spilling in my mouth, and I suck her dry.
"Good boy." She tells me panting and moving herself off my face. I feel her wet pussy run down my chest to my pelvis. Her breast press against my chest so she must have taken the corset off. Then her lips are on mine, her tongue darts in my mouth, and I do everything to control the urge to moan. My teeth find her lower lip and I gently bite on it.
She pushes herself off my body. "Tut Tut, Mr. Grey." I feel her presence leave the bed. I hear some moment and the stereo is turned on. Kings of Leon's "Sex is on Fire" starts to play.
I wonder if this is considered classic rock now a days?
"You ready Mr. Grey? I'm going to ride you, till I come. You still can't come do you understand."
"Yes, Mistress."
Yep she's trying to kill me.
"What are your safe words?"
"Yellow and Red, Mistress."
I feel her knees press against the side of my hips. It's not long before I feel her hot and moist pussy push down on me, so now I'm deep inside of her.
"Oh, god yes." She moans out.
She presses her hands down on my chest and starts to move up and down on my dick. She circles her hips and I can feel every inch of her. She's moaning like crazy in pleasure. And i'm dying to see her. To watch her use my dick for her own pleasure. It's not much longer before she loses herself around me.
"Yellow." I don't know how much longer I can take. Especially with her walls clamping around me like they are.
She removes herself from me. And I do everything in my power to calm down. It's silent for a minute.
"Do you think you learned your lesson?" She asks me. I can tell she's standing at the head of the bed.
"Yes, Mistress. I promise to never spy on you again."
"And?"
"I will also try my best not to be a jealous possessive asshole and trust you always."
Baby, untie me. I'll show you just how sorry I am.
My dick is throbbing and in need of a release.
"And if you do it again?"
"You'll serve me my dick on a platter?"
She giggles. And that does not help the situation down below.
"Very well, Mr. Grey. I'm going to untie you now." She starts to untie my legs first and then moves to my wrist. She moves on top of me and removes my blindfold.
"Hi." She tells me, smiling down at me.
"Hi." I grin right before I grab her and flip her to her back. I push myself into her and it doesn't take me long before I come inside of her.
"I want to make love to you now." I tell her, as I kiss her face.
She nods at me, before I take my time to cherish every inch of her.
"Can you at least act surprised on Wednesday?"
"What's happening on Wednesday?" I look over at her and smile.
She wraps her one leg around me, resting her head on my chest.
"I don't know if I do deserve your forgiveness."
"Maybe not… but I'm going to give it to you. Plus, I could use 10 days on my own in the Virgin Islands."
"Oh, really? I guess I would deserve that." I kiss the top of her head. "Leave me alone with the kids, while you're in paradise?"
"Seems fair." She tells me.
"Speaking of kids where are they?"
"Where do you think? Your mom and dad. I told them I'd pick them up tomorrow. Carrick wanted to take Danny fishing."
"So we have the rest of the day?"
"That we do." She kisses me chest, and we make up once again.
The GEH 25th anniversary party went without any more hitches, and spying CEO's. I was really surprised by the event. Ana took over the whole floor where the cafeteria is, the auditorium floor, and also one of the empty floors. It was announced to all the employees as a day off. So they had a choice to show up or stay home and would be paid for the day. I was quite surprised by the turn out. There's about 4,000 people who work in this building and I would say over half showed up. Ana hired two bands, so there could be dancing, the food was catered in from Mia's restaurant. There was a bunch of games and activities. And I was also presented with a huge cake in the shape of the GEH building.
Teddy came in from Harvard to help celebrate. Since it's still early in the school year, he told me he wasn't going to miss much. It's not like he needs to go to class since he knows it all already.
Wonder where he got that cocky attitude from?
The whole family showed up to help celebrate and I guess as I look at my surroundings I can see why it took over 2 weeks to plan.
"Thank you baby." I put my arm around her and kiss the top of her head.
"You're welcome. You've earned it. 25 years is a long time. And plus your employees deserve something too for putting up with your ass."
I lift her chin so she looks at me. "Is that so?"
"Uh-huh."
"Then I guess you deserve the Nobel Peace Prize." I grin.
"That I do."
I lean down and kiss her.
"Stop that. We're in public." Phoebe hisses at us.
"Where I'm the boss. Just eat your cake and don't look at us." I smile at her.
"Ugg… so glad you're going away for a while. 10 days without you having you make kissy faces at each other."
"Gee, Phe, love you too."
"I know. I still expect something from the islands" She tells us smiling.
"You'll get something." Ana tells her and her eyes light up. "Our return."
She groans and gets up from the table.
"She'll miss us." Ana tells me, kissing my cheek.
"Daddy!" Danny yells across the room from the dance floor. He's sitting on top of Sawyer's shoulders. "I'm as tall as the cake." he cheers.
"Shall we dance, Mrs. Grey?" I put my hand out.
"I would love to." She takes my hand, as I lead her to the dance floor.
I'm so lucky I have her. And she accepts me, even with every flaw.
"Do you think you can bring that leather corset with us? I would like to be dominated by my wife again." I whisper in her ear.
"I think I can work something out." I bend down and kiss her.
"Stop kissing my mommy, daddy!" Danny shouts out over the music. Causing the people around us to laugh.
"Never!" I stick my tongue out at him, in which he returns.
5 years later:
Ana and I are in the elevator of Escala. It's lunch time, and well that only means one thing. I'm going to be eating my wife up. We've been here everyday this week.
We're all hands and mouth as we step off the elevator. We stubble about as we find the couch. I lay her down and crawl on top of her.
I'm about to open up her blouse when someone clears their throat over us.
I glance up and its Teddy.
I sit up, grabbing a throw pillow to cover my hardened bulge.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to get some peace and quiet. The phones wouldn't stop ringing and people wouldn't stop bugging me. So I came here to get some work done."
Teddy is now my CFO. He's been training with Ros and I for the last year. And when I'm ready to retire he will be taking my spot.
"I would ask what you two are doing. But I think I already know." His face must look like mine when I caught my parents all those years ago.
Well, there go my plans. Maybe we'll just call it an early day and go home.
"Oh, I found these keys on your desk. What do these belong to?"
In his hands are the playroom keys. With the Seattle keychain Ana gave me. The yes no longer works, but it still holds up its meaning.
"There just to the storage closet." I tell him. Yanking the keys out of his hands.
"You mean the mystery room, that we are not allowed to see?" Teddy asks raising his eyebrows.
"When you get married, you'll understand."
Then it hits him almost like a ton of bricks. He might not know what is really in that room, but he's figured it's somewhere different that is parents get on in.
"EWWW!" I look down at Ana and she's red as a tomato.
"Come on, don't you guys keep that in the bedroom or like not at all?"
"Teddy, I'm not talking about this with you." I tell him sternly.
He shakes his head. "You mean I could of… gross. Is that why you still have this place?"
"Theodore! Knock it off."
"I mean I knew… but… really…." He looks around the room at anywhere but us. "I think I need to get back to the office."
"Yeah. I think that would be a good idea." I wink down at Ana and she slaps my chest.
"Actually I think I need to go to the bar."
Teddy runs into my old office, I guess to gather his stuff and in a flash he's in the elevators. Avoiding all eye contact.
I look down at Ana and wiggle the keys at her. "Shall we?"
She nods her head, as I scoop her up and carry her to our playroom.