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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 54: Holy Sh*t
Christian's PoV
The rest of my week goes in a blur of meetings and phone calls, but my mind keeps drifting back to Ana. I'm relieved that she has agreed to the bodyguard, but still, I can't shake this lingering feeling of unease. The thought of someone following her sends a chill down my spine. And the fact that I don't know why. Why would anyone want to follow her? Is it my fault? Is it her father's?
I find it difficult to believe that it is because of the Colonel. First of all, he did not say a word about it. Second, I find it odd that after all his years of service, it is just now that someone is targeting his daughter. And I could put my hand to the text that the Colonel takes Ana's security very seriously. Otherwise why would he have showed up in my office out of nowhere after our first meeting?
Friday night, when I finally get home, Ana is already there. I greet her with a warm smile, pulling her into my arms as LLG rushes to us to claim some love as well. We chuckle, and I grab her leash for our daily walk. Of course, for the past few days, Sawyer and Taylor are also part of the walk.
I know that Ana doesn't particularly like it, and to be honest, neither do I. Those walks with Little Lola are usually our time together as a unit, for the three of us. But now, we have security even in this most mundane moment. It's not the same. So when we get back, I take Ana to the living room, waiting for dinner, and she curls up against me on the couch, resting her head against my chest.
I have to admit that this is one of my favourite things in my relationship with her. Having her touch me in random moments like that, without me freaking out … This is heavenly. I look down at her, and I say softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face,
"I know this isn't easy for you."
"I just need some time to adjust," she admits. "But I understand why you're doing this."
I smile and kiss her forehead. I don't know what the Colonel is into, but I need to find out and buy him what is appropriate to thank him. He no doubt saved me for days and days of debates and arguing. One simple phrase, and she complies and even understands.
She has that goofy grin on her face that I love so much when I look at her, and so I bring my hand to her face and tell her something that has been on my mind since well before that whole following incident.
"I would like for you to come to my next session with Martha. I think it would do us both some good."
She raises an eyebrow and jokingly says, "I had no idea that our couple was in danger."
"No! Don't be silly. Just as … You know. She's not a couple therapist to begin with. But you're part of my support system, and everyone in †hat small and selective group has gone to see her with me."
"So I am one of the Chosen Ones?" She teases and I roll my eyes, saying matter of factly,
"No. Of course, no. You're my one and only."
"Again saying words to make me melt. I thought I told you to stop doing that."
She climbs on top of me, taking my head in her hands and i put my hands on their rightful place, her ass, "Never."
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The next few days pass uneventfully, and finally we go to see Martha. I have no idea why I am so nervous, because I have been mostly transparent with Ana. Mostly. I still have my secret garden as Martha calls it, but Ana knows most about my fucked up issues. If Ana is nervous, she doesn't show it. She even seems more than confident about the whole prospect. And more, more than once, it feels that Ana is the one analysing Martha and not the other way around. But then again, she has studied psychology.
And finally, Martha breeches the topic I have been wanting to dig into, but I was sure she would never ask about since Ana is not her patient,
"Christian mentioned in one of our sessions that you don't like having your picture taken."
Ana turns to me with a polite smile on her face. I'm not sure Martha can tell that she doesn't really mean that smile, but I can.
"Well, that is not what I said, or at least, what I meant. I don't like seeing pictures of myself."
"But you posed for your photographer friend."
"Yes. I never intended on buying the pictures, and he knows how I feel about … my looks. So even if the pictures didn't sell out, he never would have had them on display for me to see them when we would visit. Now Christian …" she turns to me,
"I spend most of my free time with you. I don't want to come to your office and see my face, or go to the library and see my face. I saw how you have many pictures of your family in the places you hold dear. I applaud that, and I actually find that endearing. But I have come to find your place a safe space, and if I see my face when I go look for a book, or when I come to annoy you in your office whilst you work … It won't feel like such a safe space anymore."
Geez! Okay, all I am hearing is that my place is a safe space for her. And before I can rejoice or even analyse anything that she said, she turns back to Martha, and tells her,
"And no, it has nothing to do with body image. I am comfortable in my own skin, and I have been raised to love myself. And I am going to stop you right now, because I am sure that Christian brought the topic as well, I do not wish to talk about my parents, their relationship with one another, or their relationship with me. Not here, not with you, not even to say the most mundane things."
Martha nods with a small smile before writing down in her notebook and Ana turns to me with a small smile of her own. One that tells me that one day, we will have the conversation about her parents, but that it would be on her own terms, not mine.
Then, she gently puts her hand in mine, and keeps looking at me, as she finally shows a little discomfort since she entered Martha's office, and says,
"I also want to say something, but I don't want to awaken any kind of trauma, so I guess this is the best place to do so."
I nod encouragingly and she hesitantly bites on her lower lip before saying, "You mentioned that one day you wouldn't mind going to a club with me. I was wondering when that would be …"
Martha doesn't need to ask what kind of club she is talking about. We all know what kind of club she is talking about. I wait for the panic attack to come to me, to hit me with force, but it never does. From the corner of my eye, I can see, or rather feel, Martha is focused on me, and so I go with my heart rather than my head,
"How about Friday?"
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Friday comes and I am not as nervous as I thought I would be. But then again, Ana has this power to calm me with her mere presence. It has been a while since I have gone to the club, but it does seem to matter. As soon as we show up, we are led to the room that I have always used, though the guy walking us there does a double take on Ana when he sees that I am not alone. Same with the waitress who brings us refreshments, though she quickly hides it, she is surprised that I am not alone.
At first, Ana does not say a word, she looks at the room, intrigued by the one-sided mirror showing the stage where the scene will be performed, and once we are alone, she turns to me with a small smirk,
"So I take it that you were a regular and a loner."
"You know that there was no one before you."
"Well, if I ever doubted that, it is no longer questionable."
I don't retort anything, and she goes back to the mirror, gently tapping it as she asks, "We're clear that only we can see. No one can see what's happening here?"
"Do you really think that I would risk anyone seeing what is mine?"
She turns to me with a smirk and she bites her lower lip, "Getting possessive and dominant already, Sir? The show has not started yet."
And as if they heard her, the participants enter the stage. It's a male Dom/ female Sub scenario. They are both fully clothed at the moment, business attire, so I suppose they are going on a long route, probably boss/employee. It's a favourite of this particular Dom. I don't necessarily pay attention to the scene, and more at Ana, analysing each time she blinks, the way her heart rate goes, the way she breathes.
I know she can tell my focus is on her, but she still looks at the scene, as if we were looking at a finally she turns to me, playful lust gleaming in her eyes,
"You're such a rich boy."
"What about seeing a woman getting whipped seven times makes you say that?"
"Instead of watching porn like the rest of us, you have people playing porn live for you. Such a rich boy thing to do."
I roll my eyes and shake my head at her antics and she closes the distance between us, reaching for my collar as she says with a sultry voice,
"I understand now why you want to be my boss. But if you want me to be at your disposal, you don't have to pay me for it. I like being a good girl for you, Sir."
Ana is already a natural boner maker. I usually only have to think about her, and what I want to do to her, for my dick to stir awake. But having her say things like that to me, in that special setting … I lean to capture her lips, but stop myself and go to the door to make sure that the door is closed.
When I turn back, she is in her underwear, and so I sit on the couch and have her sit on my lap, losing my hand in her hair, and my eyes in hers as I tell her, "You could be the death of me that I would not care."
She once again bites her lip and I brusquely bring her face to mine, capturing her lips and biting her lower lip for her. She starts to grind on me, and when we break the kiss, we exchange a brief look. Not a word is said, but without me having to say it, she knows what we need.
"Maybe I'm not that much of a good girl. After all, I am already all wet, just thinking of all the ways you can use me." she starts to unbutton my shirt, starting by the top as she continues,
"But I'll do anything to be your good girl again. Anything," she insists, unbuttoning my pants before looking at me with a little bit more seriousness and asking,
"Quick or slow?"
"Quick," I tell her, and so she pushes to the side her panty before impaling herself on me,
"I guess I am a bad girl, and you will have to punish me when we get back home. I am too impatient and here I am taking in your cock, like the hungry naughty girl I am. Maybe you'll make me choke on your cock, to show me what it is to take your cock as you deserve. Or maybe you'll put me on your knee and see how many spanks it will take to make me cum. Or maybe you'll tease me and then forbid me from cumming. All I know is that you'll show me who's the boss."
As she keeps talking dirty, unleashing my darkest desires, I take control of her rhythm, making her bounce on me even harder and faster and I bring my hand to her throat. She gasps with pleasure, and I tighten a little my grip as i feel her walls clamping me, leaning to whisper in her ear,
"Not yet, baby. You've been a bad girl, so you make me cum first."
She obliges, circling her lips in a delicious way, and I lean back against the sofa, keeping my hands on her. "That's right. Just like that. Just don't cum yet."
She stops a little, and so I spank her ass and I open my eyes, looking at her, all dishevelled, her eyes glassy with need, her breath short, but I don't give her what she wants. Not yet. And finally she says what I wanted to hear,
"Please , Sir. Please, let me cum."
I shake my head, feeling my balls tighten, and so I squeeze a little her throat as my other hand reaches for her throat, and she says the magic word,
"I beg you. I need to cum. Let me cum on your cock."
"YES!"
I'm not sure if I simply allowed her to climax, or if I was releasing my own climax, but it was needed. She slows down and rests on my chest, snuggling in my arms. And in that exact moment, everything feels right.
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