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Ch 16: The Name of the Game


I'm finding it harder and harder to catch my breath as his kisses become more ferocious. I can tell he's hard again as he presses into me. My entire body sinks slowly into the softness of the mattress. He kisses me again, hard, at the same time pinching, pulling, and twisting my right nipple, causing me to moan into his mouth.

"It may be time for your punishment, Anastasia," he murmurs, pulling back from my mouth, but taking my left nipple in his other hand and forcing out another deep sigh from me.

"I don't think it should be too terrible," he says, letting his fingernails pull harshly against the soft flesh just below each nipple, the underside of my breasts. "But it should teach you a bit of self control."

In an instant, I'm left cold. Christian is on his feet and I go to reach for him.

"Control, Miss Steele," he says harshly, turning to me. I still myself and put my hand behind my back again. "Good."

He grasps my ankles and tugs at them, sliding me down the bed. With quick, practiced movements, he lengthens the restraints at the foot of the bed slightly and ties my ankles to them, spreading my legs further in the process. They're slightly further than shoulder width apart, making my sex pulse slightly at the exposure and my high heels dig into the blanket.

"Is that comfortable?" he asks.

Ha, that's hilarious. But I nod anyway. I know he's asking about how tight the cuffs are.

"Not too comfortable I hope," he says with a devilish smile. I smile back and shake my head. "Good," he says. "I want you to stay just like that, Miss Steele."

The temptation to move is overwhelming and I find myself squirming to find a more comfortable position for my hands. Christian frowns at me. "I almost forgot," he says, walking to the foot of the bed. He wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls me even further down on the mattress so my shoes are flat on the bed and my knees are up in the air. My ankles are spread just as wide as before, but my sex feels stretched, aching with emptiness in this new position. I feel the lack of his touch clawing at me and moan softly. "Hold onto your shoes," he says.

I do as I'm told, reaching down to grab the heels of my shoes, making my spine arch slightly. I hear his groan of approval as my hips shift and my breasts push up.

"Very nice, Miss Steele." I feel his eyes on my skin as he takes in the length of my body. "I want you to stay exactly like this." My muscles tremble slightly but I nod. Hopefully this isn't for too long.

He walks over to the phone on the bedside table and dials a couple digits, putting it on speaker. He climbs onto the bed and straddles my torso while the phone rings. His stiff cock is so close to my mouth I could lick it.

"Kiss it," he orders, and I do, craning my neck to reach. "Good," he says, grabbing my hair and sliding himself into my mouth as someone picks up the phone.

"How may we be of service, Mr. Grey?"

He smiles down at me and presses himself deep into my mouth, down my throat, letting me suck him as hard as I can.

"Very good," he says to me. Then to the phone, "I'd like to order some room service, please."

"Of course, Mr. Grey, what can we get for you?"

His pace picks up as he fucks my mouth. I'm taking him deeper and deeper, his hand buried in my hair, helping me. I try desperately not to buck on the bed, I'm so turned on. A small gasp escapes me around his cock as his free hand reaches behind him and scratches gruffly along my breast, surely leaving red marks.

"I would like some ginger tea and a bucket of ice, please."

"Right away, Mr. Grey."

He pulls his cock away and starts stroking it with his hand, letting his other roam further down until it finds that sweet spot between my thighs.

"Anastasia, tell them what you would like," he says teasingly as I sigh inaudibly.

I panic, struggling to find my voice. "Uh, I'm good," I manage, afraid to attempt saying anything too complicated at this point lest it come out as a "Please just fuck me now!"

He smiles and slides two fingers inside of me, sitting on my hips, pinning them to the bed, still working his length. "Nonsense, Anastasia, you were just telling me how hungry you were."

His thumb circles my clit as I start to speak, the bastard. The first word comes out as a moan. "Ohhh, I don't know," I say, my voice trembling. "I guess I could use something to fill me up," I smirk at him.

I hope the concierge can't hear the sexually explicit sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me as his pace increases slightly. "You can have whatever you like, Ana," he says. "My treat."

"Ah, ice cream," I moan. I really don't think I can keep this up. I am definitely about to come, but I know I can't cover that up over the phone. "Any flavor, I don't care. Just come quick."

"Quite right, Mrs. Grey," the man on the phone says. I feel Christian stiffen at the name. He pounds into me harder and I can see he's about to come, too. "We'll have that up to you as quickly as possible. Will there be anything else, Mr. Grey?"

"No," he barks then pulls his hand from me to hit the phone, ending the call. I whimper from the sudden loss of his touch, but before I can be reprimanded, he shoves his cock back into my mouth, hooking his fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly. "Do you like this?"

I do my best to nod, but give up and simply try to communicate my agreement with my eyes on his.

"Suck harder, Ana." He releases my hair and twists both my nipples as he comes in my mouth. I swallow it down then let out a guttural moan, his throbbing dick still hard in my mouth.

"Oh, you're so good at this, Mrs. Grey," he says with a smirk.

He climbs off me, tweaking my nipples one more time before pulling his jeans on and walking to the doorway. "Stay just like that until I return."

Until he returns?! How long is he going to leave me like this?

I want to shift again, to find purchase for the orgasm I was so close to before Christian cut me short, but there's no way. The openness of my legs mocks me, my juices flowing slowly down, leaving a damp puddle on the bedspread. Everything in me wants to move, but I stay completely still, measuring time by my breaths, trying to slow my racing heartbeat.

Despite myself, I feel myself becoming more and more excited. The more I struggle against moving, the more I want to move. The longer my legs stay open, the more I need friction against my center.

I can feel a hot flush covering all the skin on my body by the time the doorbell rings.

Shit! Room service!

The bed on which I am restrained and completely naked (other than my pumps) is in full view of the door to the suite. The bell rings again and I start to panic. What if they just let themselves in?

Before I can formulate a plan for how to get out of the restraints, Christian saunters through the room and smiles approvingly at me. "Very good, Miss Steele." He walks over to me slowly and slaps the underside of my left breast, making the skin turn even pinker and forcing a desperate moan out of me.

There's a knock at the door. "Room service!" a young man calls from the hallway.

"Just a moment," Christian calls lazily. He leans down and bites that same spot, making me moan louder. "I'll be there shortly."

"Of course, Mr. Grey," squeaks the room service guy.

"You must stay very still and very quiet, Miss Steele," he says, moving his face down my torso, licking and biting along the way. I nod as best I can, and swallow down a shriek. He winds up kneeling on the floor with his face between my legs, his hand curling up and stroking the sensitive flesh below my belly button — the same spot Kate tickled Sunday.

I tip my head back so I don't have to look at him. I don't think I can control myself right now if I do.

"Look at me, Anastasia," he grumbles. He must have special mind reading powers. Slowly, I tilt my head and meet his eyes. There's a fire there and a playfulness I haven't seen before. Something tightens inside me and I nearly come right there.

"Oh, Anastasia, you've made a mess," he teases quietly. "Maybe I should get housekeeping to come clean you up."

"No!" I squeak before I can catch myself.

His eyes narrow on me and he stands back up. "I thought I told you to be quiet, Miss Steele." Oh god, I shiver to think what my punishment for this might be. "I will have to gag you next time. But for now," he pulls Little Katie from his pocket, setting it to a bone shaking speed, then sets it about an inch from my skin on the bed, right between my legs. I can feel the vibrations through the mattress, but only slightly. Nothing to satisfy my need for touch, only to intensify my need.

"When I return, I will know if you've moved." He leans over, his hands on my knees. "This is important. I have brought a cane with me. I do not want to use it today, but if you can't behave yourself for five minutes, I will have to use it. I was really hoping we could work our way up to that, so please, for both our sakes, stay still. Do not touch Little Katie." He moves it just slightly closer, I can feel the air around my vagina hum, then he leans even closer and lands a tiny kiss right on my clit. My back arches, but I don't shift, I don't moan, I simply watch him walk out of the room and close the double doors between the bedroom and the foyer of the suite, leaving one just slightly ajar.

Every part of my being wants to shift just the tiniest bit. That tiny kiss he planted on me has driven my desire into a frenzy and the sound of the vibe, the feel of it so close is pretty much making me crazy.

I hear him open the front door and speak softly to the room service guy. They shift so Christian can let him into the suite, and suddenly I see them. Shit! If I can see them, all the guy has to do is turn in my direction and he'll see me spread like a puupuu platter. I start to panic again, the adrenaline mixing with the endorphins in my system to make my whole body tremble like a preteen with ADHD.

They move into the next room, a small dining area next to the front door. I focus on my breathing to calm myself. I know that I've somehow wound up closer to the vibrator without even meaning to, and the fear of a caning is enough to almost make me not care if this room service guy sees me. I really don't want the snot beaten out of me.

I hear their voices grow louder again and despite my best efforts, the trembling returns. When they reappear, Christian's imposing form blocks the doorway and stops. I know the guy is on the other side of him, his view of me blocked only by Christian's broad chest. I feel my nerves calm slightly but then the room service guy stops, and they have a fucking conversation.

He's doing this on purpose! is all I can think.

Finally, after what seems like hours, the room service guy starts to leave, but Christian doesn't move fast enough to block his view and for a split second, I see his face before he's out of sight. I feel my entire body tighten, all the blood rushing out of me. I stay completely still though, embarrassment, anger, and fear restraining me just as much as the cuffs on my ankles.

I hear the front door close before Christian strides back in, looking entirely pleased with himself. He walks right up to me and clucks approvingly. "Very good, Miss Steele. I'm so glad you've learned a little obedience."

"What the hell was that about?" I can't stop myself before I'm screaming at him. I don't move from my agonizing position, but I feel all the emotions, every bit of confusion I've felt in the last week boiling over. "He could have seen me! Is that what you want? To humiliate me?"

He stares at me for a moment, stunned no doubt. Then his face changes. But where I expected there to be contrition, there's now anger.

"I would never let that..." He turns on the spot and runs his fingers through his hair. "What did you think that was about?" He turns back at me, pain coloring his face. "Don't you trust me?"

Crap. Trust. This was an exercise in trust. Self control, yes. But mainly, trust. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

My voice is tiny and unstable. "I didn't... I didn't think. I..."

He places one hand to the side of my hip on the bed, leaning over me. "When you are in my care, my every thought is of you — your safety, your well-being..." His other hand presses the vibrator slowly and easily into me, his eyes holding my own. "Your pleasure." He stares at me, the vibrator the only thing touching me, pumping in and out, pushing tiny moans out of my open mouth. "I want every moment with me to be about your pleasure." Continuing the in-and-out motion of the vibrator, he adds a swirl to the movement, circling around the edges of my vagina, opening me up, stretching my lips open. The sensations seem intensified by my inability to move. No, not inability. Obedience. I can move if I want, but Christian has asked me not to. He has asked me not to because he wants me to have pleasure.

"Show me your pleasure, Ana." At his command, I come intensely and quietly, not moving at all as my vision goes black I pass out completely.