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💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

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Chapter 46: In The Name Of The Lord (2,7K)

Am I going to see you home tonight? ~ Christian

I have a home, Christian. But I'll gladly spend the night with you 😘 ~ Ana

Today has just been a day from Hell. Just one of those days when I should have stayed in bed. Especially since I can do it without feeling too guilty about it. I mean, I'm the boss, if I want to take a day off, I should be able to do so.

To begin the day, Kate and Elliott spent the night at the girls' place. So even though they didn't hear us, Elliott still made a big deal out of it. Idiot that he is. Kate didn't comment, even though I know that Ana and she talk plenty about our relationship. Ana told me that much. She made a point of telling me that anything I shared with her would go to the grave with her, but she also made sure I understood that she also had girls talks with Kate and gushed and whined about me.

I tried to pry out of her what she gushes and whines about me, but she remained as silent as a thumb. And not the haunted kind.

Work was just a pile of setbacks and delays on many things that were important, and I am for sure going to go to London next week. Between this and Taipei, it's starting to get on my nerves. Maybe I should just let jack and Ros handle this. After all, I have this image of being a very unmovable guy, but lately, my patience is running thin, and I feel I can explode at any moment.

And of course, when I told Martha about it, she reminded me that I used to have a very tightly programmed routine that gave me a sense of control in my life and that since Ana and I made it official, I have completely forgotten about that routine. And it's true. I used to box every night for an hour to let go of any negative feelings. And I used to mould clay every Saturday. And I used to have 'sexual activities' only once a week.

All those things disappeared when Ana came into the picture. But I like the way we are. Martha talked about balancing my life as it was and my life with Ana, and that my whole world shouldn't revolve around her, but really … She's married! I've seen her ring. She should understand what it's like to be in love.

And then came the talk about last night and how Ana was upset that I took issue that the guys in her entourage want to get her in their bed. I mean, yes, Miguel is gay, so I guess he is out of the picture. But what about Jose? Mmh? What about him?

We stayed a long moment talking about Jose. Well mostly, why did I feel so threatened by him and why I was so jealous despite the fact that Ana has told me several times that she is like a brother to him. And though I still have no amicable feeling toward that idiot, Martha helped me see a bit clearer in the situation.

So when I get home and find Ana in my kitchen, making Shepard pie, I engulf her in my arms and bury my nose in her neck as I whisper in her hair, "I'm sorry, babe."

She longingly squeezes my arm though she doesn't try to get out of my embrace and she lightly says, "Wow. I guess your therapist is not a quack if you get home and say that king of things. But what are you sorry for?"

"I … you said yesterday that you wanted a truthful relationship. And today with Martha I … I realised that deep down, I am insecure. Jose represents all that I can't give you. He's fun, carefree, you can touch him … I'm just scared that one day you'll decide that you can't deal with my bullshit anymore."

She turns to face me, her beautiful blue eyes wide with empathy. Then she cups my face and tells me, "if I am ever to leave you, Christian, it would be because of something you did. Not because of your past, not because of your issues. I already told you, I can deal with what you're giving me. I love you and I'm here with you. If you ever doubt your position in my life again, remember this moment …"

She makes sure I look at her in the eyes and she strongly attests, "I love you. With all my heart."

I kiss her, relishing in her words, and without a single hesitation, I sit her on the counter and have my way with her, to show her how much I love her too.

We spent the rest of the week at her place because she wanted to spend time with Kate. Even though Elliott was also there. So their little apartment was quickly crowded by the four of us. Still, every single night that passed by, we had sex. And I am not ashamed to say that I have deprived Ana of sleep two nights ago. I just couldn't get enough of her. And the more I asked, the more she was willing to give me.

I was on a little cloud ….

Until tonight.

It is Friday night and I had completely forgotten about Ana's clubbing program with Kate. She said that I didn't have to come, but I am her boyfriend for fuck's sake. Even if I don't dance with her, I can still go with her. But maybe I should have taken her on her offer.

I'm seeing this world that I can't give her. This world where she's free to touch whoever she wants, to dance her heart out before screaming when she recognises the next song, to be herself without worrying to trigger one of my issues. And the worst is, every two songs Ana comes to me to make sure that I am not too bored and that I don't mind her having fun. I'm not bored, I'm just sad I can't give her that simple thing.

It's sickening to see this kind of happiness on her face and to know that I will never be able to give her that. Worse. I refrain her from experiencing that more regularly.

I shouldn't have come.

At some point, Elliott (who came with Kate, of course, he did) comes to sit next to me and he tells me, reading right through me, "Don't worry Christian. This fades with age."

"You still go clubbing."

"Yes, but I'm a dude. Girls are more mature and all of that. Plus, I'm sure Ana appreciates that you made the effort to be here for her."

I nod, looking at Ana and Kate dancing on the dance floor. What I wouldn't give to be there with her. But even without my touching issues, I can't dance for shit.

"Kate said you asked Ana to move in with you?" Elliott asks, and though I know he's trying to distract me, I can't take my eyes off of the girls.

"Why would Kate tell you this?"

He grins, quite proud of himself. "I guess I should thank you. She mentioned the idea of us doing the same if Ana goes through with it. So please, pester your girl for her to move in."

I chuckle, though my witty remark quickly dies in my throat as a guy keeps bothering the girls. At least I was useful for something. I get up, but Elliott stops me and we watch the girls come to us, a big smile on their faces as the guy follows them. At some point, I can hear what Kate is saying,

"It's really great that you're so open because we've been looking for a fourth player for so long, and not everyone is ready to take on that much pleasure."

Then she turns to Elliott and says as if it's the most natural thing in the world, "Boo, I found our plus one."

Elliott lick his lip, looking at the man from head to toe before he says, "I'm going to destroy that tight ass of yours. But you're going to enjoy every second of it."

The guy pales and mutters something under his breath about his friends waiting for him but before he can turn away and leave, Elliott adds with sass, "Turn away slowly, to make it worth my while."

The guy scurries away, and the three of them laugh their asses off. I have to admit, he even had me fooled for a second. And when the glee dies down, something cold runs through my spine. I know that if Ana had done the same thing, I wouldn't have picked up immediately. I would have destroyed the guy's face before accusing her of not loving me and trying to trap me into a threesome.

I guess this is my cue to leave.

I wait for the girls to get back to the dance floor and then tell Elliott that I have a work call to place and that I'll head home straight up. I can tell by the way he's looking at me that he doesn't believe me, but he still nods.

As soon as I get home, I get to my office and work, disregarding my tie on my desk. Ana has made light fun of it, telling me that I should have followed my usual casual Friday knowing we were going out after, but I was meeting with a prospective client, so I had to dress the part.

For the next couple of hours, I work, expecting to not sleep at all tonight. I don't expect to see Ana. Elliott is the designated driver so I know he'll take care of her. They'll probably end up at the girls' apartment as usual.

Around three in the morning, Gail knocks on my door, which is odd. It's the middle of the night. Is there a fire in my home or something? But when the door opens, I see Ana in her sexy little outfit. Her short red skirt with long sleeves black shirt and her thigh highs boots. It's something simple and elegant, but oh so alluring. Especially when I run on so few hours of sleep.

She looks at me before she walks to me and sits on the edge of my desk.

"I'm sorry, Christian. I didn't think you would be that bored."

"I shouldn't have come. It was your thing with Kate," I brush off and she reaches to caress my cheek before she slowly comes to sit on my lap.

"I love you. And I love you for trying to do this for me."

I smile and kiss her, taking a firm grasp of her ass. I can taste the alcohol on her tongue, even though she didn't drink whilst I was there, but I really don't care. Right now, there is this one fantasy that has been living in my mind, and I fully intend on making it true. So I lift her and make her sit back on my desk. But as I go to reclaim her lips she stops me, glancing down at the desk,

"So … you know what you said about how you got so fucking good at making me see the stars."

I frown, not sure why this conversation is coming back now. She takes my discarded tie and hands it to me. "I did some research because I'm a curious little girl … Sir … "

And then she puts her hands in front of her for me, making it very difficult to breathe, or think. Whole my blood went to one particular place. Still, I try to make sure she is fully aware,

"Don't say things like that when you're dressed like that and drunk, babe."

"Why? Are you going to punish me if I do so?"

I repress a moan and clash my lips to hers. I've never participated in a scene when I was the Dom. To be fair, I never participated in a scene where I was a proper Sub either. The bitch troll was just a sicko.

I put some music as a background, to keep the ambience of the club. Then, I fasten the knot around her hands and when I look into her eyes, all I see is trust, lust and a hint of mirth. She's definitely enjoying this new thing we're trying.

"Shit!" I exclaim. "We don't have a safe word."

"I trust you Christian. Let's keep it at stop for now on."

For now on? I like how this is going. I lean to kiss her, but stop and change my mind. I think it will be more frustrating for her if her hands are bounded behind her.

Slowly, I go down on her, removing her panties but leaving her dress and shoes on. I take all my time to go to the promised land and she starts to wriggle, trying to get my mouth where she wants me most.

"Christian," she whimpers and I nibble the skin of her thigh,

"That's not what you called me earlier."

She repeats my name and I nibble her again, a tiny bit harder before she gets it,

"Sir!"

"Good girl." I reward her by eating her out, lapping on her until she climaxes on my tongue and fingers. There is something so … exhilarating and intoxicating to be in charge of every single ounce of pleasure she gets.

I give her a moment to gather her spirits before emerging from her skirt and looking at her with a victorious smile. And it grows even wider when I see how much she is enjoying this little game. I flip her around, finally about to make my fantasy come true and I bend her over the desk, caring very little about whatever paperwork I have left there.

"Do you know how long I have dreamed of taking you here like this, baby?"

"Please Christian," she begs and I plunge inside of her, loving everything about this position. I gather her hair in my hand and spank her, making her gasp with delighted surprise,

"Wrong word, baby."

"I'm sorry, Sir." There is a teasing smile on her lips and I start to go back and forth, mesmerised by this view. Anastasia Steele at my mercy, to bring her whatever pleasure I like.

I lean forward and nibble her ear, "Baby … say that you're mine."

"Mmmhmm," she mumbles and so I spank her, which makes her smile as I keep going in and out of her.

"Naughty girl. You like being spanked, don't you."

"Yes, Sir. I like being spanked by you. Because I'm yours."

I spank once again for good measure, before ploughing into her to the rhythm of the music, gripping her hips tightly as I grunt out how much I enjoy this kinky side of her. And the more verbal I am, the more she enjoys it. Until I finally find my release, taking her with me.

When I am completely spent and out of breath, I kiss her shoulder, removing my tie, before letting myself fall on the chair.

"Wow … that was … wow!" She says with a huge grin on her face. I smile back, before paling when I see the marks I've left on her skin.

"Did I hurt you?"

"What? No! It was … perfect." She turns her head and looks at her hips before he shrugs, "I bruise easily. You should have seen me in school. I was bruised every time I did sports."

Then she sits on the desk, looking at the ceiling as she tells me what would inflate any male on this planet, "I think you fucked me to exhaustion. I can't even fathom the idea of going to your room."

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💚 So what did you think of that little experiment?

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