*Authors note: I wanted to warn everybody that this chapter will have to hold you until this weekend. My work and school schedule is so hectic that I wont be able to update. I also want to say thank you for reading and for the reviews! I enjoy the comments so much and I promise when I get back I'll make up for absence!
Chapter Eight
Time passes and our security team grows. Each of us have two guards and they go everywhere we go, hand picked by Taylor and Sawyer every last one of them have history with either of the two. We can't risk new people, even our businesses, every company Christian owns was told not to hire anybody without his permission first. The background checks are intensive and Welch has been working every minute of every day, looking for Prescott, still looking for Leila and Hyde and now; checking Elena and Linc's background. The only thing we know is Elena's business is struggling and after liquidating Linc's business, he struggled too. A part of me felt pity for both of them, despite what Elena said, a part of me knew she loved him. He always talked about what she gave him but, he failed to realized what he gave her. She needed him, everybody Christian comes around needs him, I can relate to that, sympathize to that feeling. My attention goes back to Teddy and Christian talking about a charity party this weekend for Halloween. This will be Teddy's first major event, Christian and I couldn't be more proud of him.
"I don't want to do a costume party dad, everybody does that."
"Well, what are you thinking?"
"A murder mystery. Force everybody into a real life game of clue. I've been looking at uncle Lelliot's blueprint of the center and we have more than enough room."
They talk blueprints, guest, decorations and food until dinner. I'm not sure how my kids got their business ethic, I wonder if that's inherited? I laugh at myself and gain everybody's attention. Christian is amused by my daydreaming. We stay at the dinner table long after everything has been cleared and cleaned.
Work has been blooming and it feels good to be in the comfort of my office, making my own money and growing my husbands business, it gives me satisfaction to please him, after all these years, I want to please him. My phone rings and I hear Miss. Gates.
"Mrs. Grey, there's a package that came for you from Woman's magazine."
"Oh good, they're supposed to send me the copy of the article and cover, I'll be right out."
As I walk out Christian is already there, looking at the box suspiciously. It annoys me a little, since we've been back to London I'm not even allowed to open my packages. I've been waiting for this article for so long, I snatch it from the counter and rip it open. Out comes the magazine with me on the cover, I never realized how different I look, my body is lean but strong, not sure if it's from the Christian Grey workout or if it's from my personal trainer. Either way, I have to say, I look fantastic; confident in my body. The Grey transformation. I giggle and Christian urges me to find the interview and article. I flip it open and when I find the page, there's a note sticking out:
"Follow the trail to Eric Lincolin. The answer is in his suicide."
I look at the note and my face falls, he gently grabs the magazine and kisses me on the forehead.
Christian slowly takes the magazine from me and hands it to Taylor. "We'll read it together with the kids later, I'm sure they would want us to share the occasion." He lifts my chin with his index finger until I'm staring at his bright gray eye's. This was supposed to be such a happy moment for me. I've been waiting so long for the magazine. That's how it's been the last few weeks, one joyous moment followed by a bad one. My emotions have been all over the place. I need some stability. I'm not sure how much of this high and low I can take. Christian kisses me gently on the lips then on the corner of my mouth, my cheek and my earlobe. I giggle and blush at his very public display of affection. I can see Miss. Gates staring hard at her computer screen pretending to type, her face is a bright red. Only Christian can lift my spirits in a very un-Christian way.
"Come Mrs. Grey, we have business to attend."
We walk out and make our way to the car, Taylor following close behind us. The drive to Escala is short and I can feel the pint up sexual tension in the car, we make it to the elevator and I jump on Christian, legs wrapping around him, our kiss is a desperate, messy The elevator stops and opens, Taylor dashes into his old office and Christian wastes no time going up to the playroom. My clothes are already half off me. I managed to take his shirt off on the stairs and his pants are already undone, falling off, he's struggling with the door as I hike up my skirt, I can't wait. My body is feening for his, I reach down and pull his erection from his boxers and I slide down on him, he pushes me against the door and he shoves himself deeper in me, rough, painful, this is what I need. "Take my pain Christian," I whisper in his ear, a plea. I need to forget about the events, I need to forget the drama ensnaring my life. I dig my nails in his back, dragging them slowly up his shoulder blades, he cries out and thrust inside me again, deep, slow, forceful. I can tell he needs this too. His thrust is strong again, shoving me into the door, I reach behind me, turning the key and opening the door, Christian almost loses his balance as we stumble in, he doesn't bother to close it again as he makes his way to the large bed, throwing me on it, he's staring deep into my soul with dark hungry eyes. I turn on my stomach, lifting my body by my knees, sliding backwards toward him until his erection is touching my butt. I pull my hair from behind me over my shoulder, revealing my neck and I look back at him.
"Hurt me Christian." He can tell by my voice I need this, I need him to be my only source of pain. I have control over that pain, I can make it come and go as I please. He grabs my hips and pulls me until I'm leaning off the bed, butt in the air. He rubs my cheek and with one quick movement I feel his hand smack against me, stinging, and then again and again. I feel the tears stirring up, this dark, intoxicating feeling. My body welcomes it, accepts it, longs for it. I can hear Christians breathing, low, fast. He moves his hand to the other cheek and caresses it, then I feel the smack, hard against my backside, the sting of pain is arousing. Christian goes to his pleasure drawer and pulls out a small thick vibrator. He walks back and in an instant he pushes it hard inside my anus. I grab the bed sheet and with a half moan and half yell I jump forward. Christian grabs me and pulls me up again and as quickly as the vibrator I feel him shove himself inside me, gripping my waist tightly, I can barely move as he pulls out slowly then forces himself in me again.
"If you f*cking move again, I'll tie you up Anastasia." I smile at his threat, welcoming the idea. I try to move as he shoves himself inside me again, faster with every stroke, my body is trembling and I know my body wont be capable of holding back. His hand moves up and comes back down on my cheek again, I scream off guard. I push myself back on him and he throws me forward, "I told you not to move." His dark eyes surprise me, my fun loving Christian is gone and I see the dom in him rising, taking control. He grabs a rope and with force pulls my arms together and then my feet, he takes the extra rope and loops it into the frame of the bed and comes around and ties my knees up to my arms. I'm completely immobile, watching Christian tie off the end of the rope to the other end of the bed. He's straddling my back, running his fingers down my spine.
"Are the ropes too tight?"
"No, Christian, I need you now. Please."
I feel one more hard smack on my cheek and the vibrator pushes against me, the feeling is a trigger to my built up emotions. Christian forces himself inside me again and again. My body is building up, ready for it's release and all of a sudden Christian is pushing the vibrator deeper inside me, I can barely handle it, my head pushes against the bed and I'm screaming Christians name, releasing myself on him. He doesn't stop, the vibrator, his manhood in and out of me, insistent. Oh no, my body can't take much more. I'm begging Christian to find his release, he's close to my breaking point and I feel the pain deep inside me, I'm screaming his name, begging him.
"Christian please! I can't take much more!" With one last forceful, deep thrust, he cries out my name, releasing himself inside me.
"Shit!" His voice is desperate, panicked. His body is shaking but he doesn't rest, he throws the vibrator our of me and grabs scissors from the drawer and runs over to cut me free, throwing the rope to the ground. Once my body is released he sweeps me up avoiding eye contact. What's happening? What's wrong? I feel the pain inside me and Christian runs down the stairs into the bedroom and straight to the bath. He's in a rush, his breathing fast, uneven. I watch as he throws the lavender bubble soap and some sea salt. Why is he in such a rush? He turns to face me, still avoiding my eyes, "I'm so sorry Ana, you should have stopped me, why didn't you stop me?!" I follow his eyes down my thighs and realize the blood. Holy hell, was he really that rough? It didn't feel that rough.
"Christian please, I liked it, I needed it hard. Please don't bla-"
"No Ana! You should have stopped me, I didn't realize, I was lost in it, in you. I'm sorry Ana, I lost control."
"Christian! I needed this. I begged for this."
He slowly puts me in the water and turns away from me. He tells me to clean up and walks out of the bathroom. Oh no! My poor fifty shades is back, still so lost. I quickly clean up as the pain inside me grows. Every touch is painful and grows with every movement. I finish as fast as I can and jump out, grabbing my robe. I find him on the stairs with a mop, cleaning a trail of blood from the play room. How bad was it?
"Christian-"
"No Ana, this was too much, I went too far."
I see the horror on his face, he finishes and closes the playroom door. His hair is wet and he's in fresh clothes. Did he shower? Where? He walks pass me and into Taylors room, Gail comes out after a moment and smiles at me, she looks sad, disappointed. She goes up and locks the playroom door and vanishes in another part of the apartment. Christian comes back out with a smile on his face, I shake my head at the fast change of attitude. Oh, Christian you will never change. I giggle at old memories and he cocks his head to the side.
"Something funny Mrs. Grey?"
"Your mood changes quickly."
"For your sake. Are you ready to go home? The kids will be out of school soon."
"Yes, can we eat out tonight? I'm not sure my appetite can wait until we're home."
"Of course."
We leave and drive off toward the school. I look back confused that Taylor isn't trailing us.
"Where's Jason?"
"Him and Gail have some matters to attend to. Sawyer will meet us at the school and follow us from there."
"What matters?" He look uncomfortable and I can tell he doesn't want to say.
"Just somethings I need him to do." I know I won't get anything out of him so I change topics.
"So, Teddy is getting his Halloween event together?"
"Yes, I've called some favors in, he'll have a good turn out."
"Did he pick a charity?" Christian has a huge grin on his face.
"My parents charity. He told Carrick yesterday so naturally, dad and mom called some favors too."
We pick the kids up and make our way to Canlis, my only favorite five star restaurant in the Seattle area. Teddy and Phoebe are always the youngest and table one is always open for us. It was nice to be with the family, no worries, the outside world a distant memory for the moment. Phoebe tells us all about her day and a disagreement she had with one of her teachers. Teddy tells us all the plans he has for the Halloween event, his phone rings excessively through dinner. He finally presses silent and goes back to all the little details. Sawyer walks over and excuses Christian from the table, after a few minutes, Christian comes back and sits at the table. He doesn't say anything and immediately asks Teddy more questions about the event and I can tell something happen. The food was fantastic, the owners always treat us like family and we promised to return soon. The drive is filled with Teddy and Phoebe talking back and fourth, Christian is in deep thought and I can't help but think of the worst. We send the kids to finish their school work and without hesitation Christian turns to me already reading my thoughts.
"They found Prescott outside of Seattle, she was shot in the head and the police have no leads as of right now. Welch got in contact with Taylor and sent him these photos." He lays a series of security stills on the table, Elena is sitting there with a man, I really don't want to see these until the last picture, a clear photo of the mans face zoomed in... Hyde.