Final Chapter – First Time in the Green Room of Scenes
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Sunday, October 22, 2011
Seattle, Washington
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Guess who just arrived back in Seattle from their European honeymoon! You've guessed it correctly – the Gorgeous Greys: Christian and Anastasia! Rumors report Mrs. Grey is going back to work at Grey Publishing and Mr. Grey is going back to work at Grey Enterprises Holdings after November 1. Seems the couple are taking it easy and recovering from jet lag! LOL. "Greywatch" Twitter overflowed with tweets this morning – desperate for confirmation about "Baby Grey"!
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Friday, November 4
First peek at the redecorated playroom
Ana's POV
"What do you think," Christian opened the playroom door for me. The smell is the same…leather, wax, citrus but the room is so different. The lighting is muted from uplight copper sconces on the wall. The walls are painted sage green. There is beautiful mahogany wainscoting on the wall where the door opens into the room.
The room has been rearranged…and beyond the farthest wall, I can see an ensuite. It is separated from the playroom by a set of arched French doors. I peek at the ensuite. The ensuite is painted in champagne gold with hunter green accessories. The ensuite has all the amenities we could ever want. An armoire holds towels and toiletries. There is a large multipoint shower and a tub almost the size of the one in our master bathroom. The wall by the double sinks has an eight foot long by four foot tall gold-framed mirror. I can see a reflection of the playroom behind me. A towel warmer, a mini fridge and a candlescape on a large copper tray are tucked under the floating ledge which holds double sinks. The room is complete with a heated floor and a chandelier with a dimmer switch.
"Lovely," I murmur looking at Christian in the reflection of the mirror.
"Yes, you are," he crosses to me and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his nose in my hair. "Not today, but sometime soon, I'm going to have you naked and naughty in front of this mirror."
I wiggle against his groin, which merits me a swat on my ass. "Someday I'm going to have you in that tub with the chandelier turned low." I warned him.
"Come on," he says, stepping aside and gesturing toward the French doors. "More to see…"
I step into the room. It is separated into eighths by furniture. On the left wall by the ensuite are three hunter green pots which hold a tree in each pot. There are grow lights to cast light as needed on the trees. "The trees are interesting," I say. "I can't imagine their use, however."
"Bend over and put your hands on either side of a pot," he murmured, and then stepped behind me, lifting my legs back and spreading them apart…his groin at perfect level for access to my apex or my ass. He bumped his groin against my ass a couple times. "You can't imagine?" His voice teased me into a furious blush.
"Yes, well…" I muttered.
He laughed and pulled me into a standing position. "Sit on the edge of the planter," he ordered. "Put your hands back by the tree trunk."
I sat, wondering what he had planned.
He knelt and spread my legs, his mouth humming over my breasts, blowing hot air on my nipples. His hands reached up under my dress and shredded my underwear, thrusting two fingers into my very wet channel. "You can't imagine?" He teased. "All I can think about is your beautiful petite body with your soft silky skin in all kinds of positions on every piece of furniture with every possible toy…" He gasped. "You are so wet, you naughty girl. We have to finish our inspection of the room because I want you so much right now…and this is not how we're going to christen the room." He pulled me to my feet, removing my shredded underwear and wiping me dry before tossing them into the trash can in the bathroom.
On the right wall by the ensuite are two antique mahogany armoires, with mirrors. I open the armoire doors and find the first is retrofitted with hooks and rods to hold floggers, crops, x and other items. Its single large drawer holds bed linens. The second armoire has drawers and shelves that hold toys and restraints.
I walk around, touching, looking. The room has been separated into eighths. The top one eighth of the room contains the original mahogany four poster bed which is now clothed in hunter green leather. I can't keep my hands off the posters. They are very tactile; so is the hunter green leather covered mattress. In the opposite top eighth…but with lots of room to walk around is the Baroque sofa. My hands caress the hunter green leather on the sofa and I can't resist stroking the large rectangular ottoman, the size of a twin bed which is placed in front of the sofa. The ottoman is the same height as the seat on the sofa…and if pushed next to it…would offer a very large flat surface for interesting positions. I blush looking at the ottoman, thinking about Christian and sex on that sofa.
The left second eighth of the room holds a new, mahogany St. Andrew's cross. The right second eighth holds a padded mahogany library table. There are two large hall chairs with green leather seats on either side of the mahogany library table. The backs of the chairs almost come to my chin. Christian could sit in one of those chairs, and I would fit perfectly, laid over his lap for a spanking. The third right eighth holds a backless mahogany bench with leather seat that looks like it came from a church – except that it is long enough and wide enough for Christian to lay supine on it. Beneath it are leather covered pillows in various sizes. Opposite it is a set of nesting mahogany benches with leather seats.
The carabineers have been removed from the ceiling. The ceiling is covered in square wood beams with a subway of tracks attached to them. Various lengths and widths of chains are attached by inserts in the tracks. Currently they are pushed against the walls between furniture.
"What do you think?" He asks, leaning innocently against the door to the playroom which is located close to the trees.
"It's not the Red Room of Pain, anymore," I smile at him. "It's the Green Room of Scenes. I know this won't make sense, but you know how the green room is where people wait before they go on TV…I always wondered if they waited with anticipation or stage fright…that's this room for me."
"A place where you will wait in anticipation for me to play with you?" He asked.
"Yes…the playroom…our playroom." I smile at him again.
"Tomorrow, two o'clock. Panties only, I want to braid your hair. You will wait in position here," he motions to a spot where my semi-nude body will be reflected in the mirrors of the armoires.
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Saturday, November 5
Playroom, Escala
Ana's POV
"Rise," Sir orders. "Look at yourself in the mirror."
I rise and stand straight. He steps behind me and braids my hair. He tugs it when he is done, tipping my head to the side and kissing my neck from the hollow of my ear to my shoulder.
"Are you sure you want to be in here with me?" He asks.
"Yes, sir. I want this with you." I reply.
"In this room, you may say yes sir, no sir, please sir and thank you sir. No other talking. You will do everything I tell you to do when I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I reply. I watch in the mirror as he moves in front of me.
"My mouth," he says, running his thumb across my lips. "My mouth to kiss, lick, nibble, and fuck any way I want."
"Yes," I whisper. His lips are demanding, firm and slow, worshipping my mouth. Then his kiss changes to oral domination, plundering my mouth…leaving me gasping and senseless.
"Yes, sir," he swats my ass.
"Yes, sir," I reply.
"Repeat what I said," he orders.
"Your mouth – to kiss, lick, nibble and fuck any way you want."
"Damn right, my mouth," he growls. He kneels before me. "My breasts," he says, stroking and cupping my breasts. "My breasts to kiss, suck, lick, nibble and play with as I see fit. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I said.
"Repeat what I said," he orders.
"Your breasts – to kiss, suck, lick, nibble and play with as you see fit."
"Damn right, my breasts," he strokes and cups my breasts. He fastens his mouth on one nipple as his talented fingers roll the other between his thumb and index finger. He tugs on it, several times, sending erotic messages to my core.
I try not to respond, but I feel myself growing damp with pleasure. It is so erotic; watching him worship my body in the mirror. I cannot look myself in the eyes, but I watch him…his broad back and muscular shoulders, his sculptured ass in those tight, faded jeans. I know he is commando beneath them and it make me wet just thinking about it.
He rubs his thumb across my erect, captured nipple while he sucks and nibbles the other one. I struggle not to wiggle, not to push more of my breast in his mouth. He kisses the swell of my breasts. "My breasts…and they are gorgeous breasts…they were made for my hands." He cups them and gently kisses my nipples and blows warm air across them.
His mouth nibbles from my left breast to my right hipbone. He nibbles and kisses across my abdomen to my left hipbone while his hands cup my ass. He removes my panties with his hooked thumbs which trail down the outside of my thighs. "Step out," he murmurs. His mouth moves down to my slit. "My pussy," he says reverently. "Mine…to kiss, lick, nibble, suck and fuck as I see fit. Say it!"
'Yes sir…" I swallow hard. "Your…" I moan at the exquisite feeling of his talented tongue.
His fingers thrust inside me as he begins to lick me from top to bottom. He nips me to remind me to repeat his words.
"Yes sir … your pussy, to kiss, lick, nibble, suck and fuck as you see fit." I swallow a moan or two while his talented mouth resumes its task. He slides two of his fingers into me. His thumb tortures my swollen clit. I can't bear these growing desires in me. I want him in me. I want him in me now! His hands cup my ass and hold me hard against his probing tongue. Oh god…I want to come so bad! He knows how close I am to an orgasm. I feel my need grow…but he stops!
"Don't come yet," he orders.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out when his fingers leave me.
Sir moves behind me. "My ass," he murmurs, cupping and caressing my ass. Mine to kiss, spank and play with as I see fit. And some day - I'm going to fuck that ass." His thumb slides down and rests on my anal rosette. "Repeat my words," he orders, his thumb brushing gently back and forth across my rosette, creating sensations which repeat in my core.
"Yes, sir…your ass, to kiss, spank and play with as you see fit…and some day you are going to fuck my ass," my voice drops to a breathy whisper.
"Middle of the room," he orders.
I move to the open area he indicated. My eyes are downcast; I try to listen to what he is doing, but I don't have a clue. He puts on music I recognize. It is the opera Lakmé by Delibes. He played this the night we went to Canlis. He played this one night before the wedding when we have soaked in the tub with each other. I love the angelic voices of the Flower Duet. He steps behind me and puts on a blindfold. "Hands out in front of you, prayer position.' He attaches a set of cuffs which he attaches to a chain in the track over my head. "Spread your legs." I comply and he attaches a spreader bar. I cannot see, but I can hear him moving about. Something soft brushes against my body…soft tendrils of some kind.
"No sounds," Sir says. "I want you to just feel. This is a flogger, suede, perfect for a sensual flogging…it will make your flawless skin sing…" he says before he brushes it against me. He drags it from the nape of my neck; down my spine to the top of my ass and repeats that motion three times. He flogs my back, my ass and my outer thighs. "I love to play with you," he whispers before he begins flogging me with slow strokes…across my arms, around my torso, across my ass, down my legs and across my feet. As his strokes come up the inside of my legs and across my sex, I moan.
"Silence," he orders and I tense for a moment but have to relax when he begins flogging my feet again; sending sensations directly to my core. His slow swings work up the front of my body and across my breasts; repeating his movements three times. His hands stroke my skin and he gasps…I hear the flogger drop and his jeans unzip. His hands undo the spreader bar and he unhooks my cuffs from the chain. He lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me to the wall and pushes me up against it, hooking my cuffed hands behind his head. "I'm going to fuck you now," he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex. "Hard," he slams into me and stills. Then he begins to thrust faster, harder, deeper. His stamina amazes me, I don't remember going this long in this position.
"Come for me Ana," he says like a passionate prayer.
I lose myself in the pleasure of his touch, his voice and I climax…
He shouts as he releases; his body still and pressed against mine. His hands roam over my breasts, tugging, tweaking my nipples until I come again. He gently kisses my lips and I whimper as he withdraws from me. His legs barely carry us to the bed where we collapse together in a pile of loose limbs. He pulls a quilt over us.
"Mine," he says; uncuffing my hands; kissing my wrists. "Mine," he says; taking off my blindfold; kissing my eyelids. "Mine," he says; kissing my forehead. "Mine," he says; kissing my lips.
"Yes sir…yours, forever yours." I murmur against his mouth and hear a satisfied moan in reply.
A/N:
Thank you for the reviews and viewers; thank you for the messages and questions; thank you for the favorites and follows!
I don't want to cheat and tie up all the loose ends in one chapter when it is obvious Ray and Susan. Sawyer and Sam, Taylor and Gail, and Barney and Emily are due for HEAs. Franco, José, and possibly Prescott need a suitable nudge toward an HEA.
I've got chapters of stuff written for Tara Marshall, but I think that will be a stand-alone story where she goes in search of family after Prescott returns to work. She is pursued by a control freak (imagine that) and falls in love with a Detective Inspector who works for Scotland Yard.
Christian and Ana move, spend Thanksgiving in Aspen, decorate for Christmas, and houses, a boat house and pier are built. Elliott and Kate become engaged. Mia starts a successful personal assistant/personal shopping/event planning company. Carla and Bob will come to Seattle for Christmas but they will not reveal their Scottsdale retirement plans.
Evette needs to learn about karma; Jack deserves one last smack down; Isaac needs a fresh start; Elena and Susannah deserve closure… (just think of it as cell doors closing). Teddy and Phoebe are waiting in the wings…
So, this is goodbye for now…school started, the apple tree is harvested, the holidays are coming, the garage needs cleaned and the house needs deep cleaned. Avenge or Revenge and its sequel, Shadows and Exposures, need proofed before I begin the trilogy which will be Means and Ends.
I've started a Pinterest for Just Breathe at
jtspaggins/just-breathe/
The outline for Just Breathe II is laid out; it needs research and writing. I will not upload it until spring. Sorry.
I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to E. L. James. My story is the interpretation of my thoughts about how the characters could have, should have, would have acted.