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My hands fist in his hair whilehiainstrasps the he it on the floor

"I want to feel you," he says greedily against my mouth as his hands move behind me to undo my bra In one smooth move, it&039;s off and he pitches it aside

He pushesme into the ers curl into his hair as he takes one of s hard

I cry out as the sensation sweeps through roin

"Yes, baby, let ainst my overheated skin

Boy, I want him insideat it,mixed with - what?

Veneration It&039;s as if he&039;s worshipping rowing hard and elongating under his skillful touch His hand s the zipper down, and slips his hand inside ainst lides into me I push my pelvis up into the heel of his hand, and he responds, rubbing against me

"Oh, baby," he breathes as he hovers overintently into my eyes "You&039;re so wet" His voice is filled onder

"I want you," I ain, and I feel his hungry desperation, his need for me

This is new - it&039;s never been like this except perhaps when I caia - and his words from earlier drift back to me I need to knoe&039;re okay This is the only way I kno

The thought unravels me To know that I have such an effect on hi this - rasps the hes the his eyes fixed on mine, he stands, takes a foil packet out of his pocket, and tosses it at me, then removes his jeans and boxers in one swift reedily, and when he lies beside rabs both my hands and rolls on to his back

"You On top," he orders, pulling me astride hiuides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto hia perfect O as he exhales

Oh, that feels so good - possessing hi me

He holds my hands, and I don&039;t know if it&039;s to steady h I have ood," he ain, heady with the power I have over hi apart beneath rabs my hips, and I placeht, baby, feel me," he says, his voice strained

I tip my head back and do exactly that This is what he does so well

Iall thought and reason

I am just sensation lost in this void of pleasure Up and down again and again Oh yes Opening ed, and he&039;s staring back at

"My Ana," he roans loudly, closing his eyes again, tipping his head back Oh h to sealdown and around, collapsing on top of hiroans as he finds his release, holding o

My head is on his chest in the no-go area, y hair on his sternue to pucker my lips and kiss hi my breath He scalms

"You are so beautiful"

I lift aze at him, my expression skeptical He frowns in response and sits up quickly, takinground to hold me in place I clutch his biceps as we are nose to nose

"You Are Beautiful," he says again, his tone ely sweet soently

He liftsforward, he kisses me softly

"You have no idea how attractive you are, do you?"

I flush Why&039;s he going on about this?

"All those boys pursuing you - that isn&039;t enough of a clue?"

"Boys? What boys?"

"You want the list?" Christian frowns "The photographer, he&039;s crazy about you, that boy in the hardware store, your roommate&039;s older brother Your boss," he adds bitterly

"Oh, Christian, that&039;s just not true"

"Trust ainst him, and I lifthilowing possessively

"Yes, yours" I reassure hi He looks mollified, and I feel perfectly coht of a Saturday afternoon Who would have thought? The lipstick marks remain on his exquisite body I note soh, and wonder briefly what Mrs Jones will make of them

"The line is still intact," I murmur and bravely trace the er He stiffens, blinking suddenly "I want to go exploring"

He regards me skeptically

"The apart of the treasure ers itch to touch him

His eyebrows lift in surprise, and he blinks with uncertainty I rub ainst his

"And ould that entail exactly, Miss Steele?"

I lift ertips down this face

"I just want to touch you everywhere I&039;er in his teeth, biting down gently

"Ow," I protest and he grins, a lol co er, but his voice is laced with apprehension "Wait"

He leans behindit unceremoniously on the floor beside the bed

"I hate those things I&039;ve a good ive you a shot"

"You think the top ob-gyn in Seattle is going to co?"

"I can be very persuasive," hereat job on your hair I like these layers"

What?

"Stop changing the subject"

He shiftson his propped-up knees, my feet on either side of his hips He leans back on his arms

"Touch away," he says without hu to hide it

Keeping er underneath the lipstick line, across his finely sculptured abdominal muscles He flinches and I stop

"I don&039;t have to," I whisper

"No, it&039;s fine Just takes some readjust time," he murmurs

"Mrs Robinson?" The words pop unbidden out of e to keep all bitterness and rancor out of my voice

He nods, his discomfort obvious "I don&039;t want to talk about her It will sour your good mood"

"I can handle it"

"No, you can&039;t, Ana You see red whenever I mention her My past is e it I&039;m lucky that you don&039;t have one, because it would drive me crazy if you did"

I frown at hiht "Drive you crazy? More than you are already?" I shten the atmosphere between us

His lips twitch "Crazy for you," he whispers

My heart swells with joy

"Shall I call Dr Flynn?"

"I don&039;t think that will be necessary," he says dryly

Shifting back so he drops his legs, I place ers back on his stomach and let them drift across his skin He stills once ers skate down to his navel then southward along his happy, happy trail His lips part as his breathing changes, his eyes darken and his erection stirs and twitches beneath ain?" I ain"

What a delicious way to spend a Saturday afternoon I stand beneath the shower, absentthe last couple of hours Christian and vanilla see well

He&039;s revealed soto assimilate all the information and to reflect on what I&039;ve learned: his salary details - Whoa, he&039;s stinking rich, and for so; it&039;s just extraordinary - and the dossiers he has on me and on all his brunette sub cabinet?

My subconscious purses her lips at o there I frown Just a quick peek?

And there&039;s Leila - with a gun, potentially, somewhere - and her crap taste in music still on his iPod But even worse, Mrs Paedo Robinson, I cannot wrap my head around her, and I don&039;t want to I don&039;t want her to be a shi-haired specter in our relationship

He&039;s right, I do go off the deep end when I think of her, so perhaps it&039;s best if I don&039;t

I step out of the shower and dry er

But ouldn&039;t go off the deep end? What normal, sane person would do that to a fifteen-year-old boy? How much has she contributed to his fuckedupness? I don&039;t understand her And worse still, he says she helped him How?

I think of his scars, the stark physical e reminder of what mental scars he must bear My sweet, sad Fifty Shades He&039;s said such loving things today He&039;s crazy forat my reflection, I s once more, and my face transforms with a ridiculous s will he want to do this without wanting to beat the crap out of me because I cross some arbitrary line?

My smile dissolves This is what I don&039;t know This is the shadow that hangs over us

Kinky fuckery, yes, I can do that, but more?

My subconscious stares atno snarky words of wisdom I head back to etting ready, doing whatever he&039;s doing, so I have the bedroom to myself As well as all the dresses in the closet, I have drawers full of new underwear I select a black bustier corset creation with a price tag of five hundred forty dollars It has silver trih-high stockings, too, in a natural color, so fine, pure silk Wow, they feel slinky and kind of hot yeah

I a for the dress when Christian enters unannounced Whoa, you could knock! He stands irily I blush cri a white shirt and black suit pants, the neck of his shirt is open I can see the lipstick line still in place, and he&039;s still staring

"Can I help you, Mr Grey? I assuawkawk, thank you, Miss Steele," heme in "Remind me to send a personal note of thanks to Caroline Acton"

I frown Who the hell is she?

"The personal shopper at Nei my unspoken question"Oh"

"I&039;m quite distracted"

"I can see that What do you want, Christian?" I give him my no-nonsense stare

He retaliates with his crooked ss fro me in my tracks Holy shit! He wants to spank me? Now? Why?

"It&039;s not what you think," he says quickly

"Enlighten ht you could wear these tonight"

And the i between us as the idea sinks in

"To this event?" I&039;

Oh my

"Will you spank me later?"

"No"

For astab of disappointment

He chuckles "You want me to?"

I s I just don&039;t know

"Well, rest assured I a me"

Oh! This is news

"Do you want to play this ga up the balls "You can always take theaze at hi - unkehts, that beautiful sculptured mouth, lips raised in a sexy, amused smile

"Okay," I acquiesce softly Hell, yes! My inner goddess has found her voice and is shouting frorins "Come here, and I&039;ll put them in, once you&039;ve put your shoes on"

My shoes? I turn and glance at the dove gray suede stilettos that match the dress I&039;ve chosen to wear

Huoddess barks at me

He holds out his hand to support me while I step into the Christian Louboutin shoes, a steal at three-thousand two hundred ninety-five dollars I must be at least five inches taller now He leads me to the bedside and doesn&039;t sit, but walks over to the only chair in the roo it up, he carries it over and places it in front of me

"When I nod, you bend down and hold on to the chair Understand?" His voice is husky

"Yes"

"Good Now open your mouth," he orders, his voice still low

I do as I&039; to put the balls in er in

Oh

"Suck," he says I reach up and clasp his hand, holding him steady, and do as I&039;m told - see, I can be obedient, when I want

He tastes of soap hmm I suck hard, and I&039;m rewarded when his eyes widen and his lips part as he inhales I&039; to need any lubricant at this rate He puts the balls in his ue round it When he tries to withdraw it, I clarins then shakes his head, adrasp the sides of the chair He er intoleisurely, so I feel him, on all sides I can&039;t help the moan that escapes froer briefly and with tender care, inserts the balls one at a ti them deep inside me Once they are in position, he smootheshis hands up each of ently kisses the top of each thigh where s, Miss Steele," he rasps ainst him so I feel his erection

"Maybe I&039;ll have you this e get hoiddy, beyond aroused as the weight of the balls push and pull insidedown froht these for you to wear to last Saturday&039;s gala" He puts his arm around me and holds out his hand In his palm rests a small red box with Cartier inscribed on the lid "But you left ive them to you"

Oh!

"This is my second chance," he murmurs, his voice stiff with some unnamed emotion

He&039;s nervous

Tentatively, I reach for the box and open it Inside shines a pair of drop earrings Each has four diaap, then three perfectly spaced dia one after the other They&039;re beautiful, simple, and classic What I would choose iven the opportunity to shop at Cartier

"They&039;re lovely," I whisper, and because they are second-chance earrings, I love theainst me as the tension leaves his body, and he kissesthe silver satin dress?" he asks

"Yes? Is that okay?"

"Of course I&039;ll let you get ready" He heads out the door without a backward glance

I have entered an alternate universe The young wo back at th, silver satin gown is si Maybe I&039;ll write to Caroline Acton myself It&039;s fitted and flatters what little curves I have

My hair falls in soft waves aroundover my shoulders tos I have kept my makeup to a minimum, a natural look Eyeliner, mascara, a little pink blush, and pale pink lipstick

I don&039;t really need the blush I ahtly flushed from the constant uarantee I have so my head at the audacity of Christian&039;s erotic ideas, I lean down to collect o in search ofto Taylor and three other men in the hallway, his back to me Their surprised, appreciative expressions alert Christian to my presence He turns as I stand and wait aardly

Holy cow! MyBlack dinner suit, black bow tie, and his expression as he gazes at me is one of awe He strolls toward me and kisses "

I flush at this colass of chao?"

"Please," I murmur, far too quickly

Christian nods to Taylor who heads into the foyer with his three cohorts

In the great rooe

"Security team?" I ask

"Close protection They&039;re under Taylor&039;s control He&039;s trained in that, too" Christian hands ne flute

"He&039;s very versatile"

"Yes, he is" Christian slass, and I clink it with ne is a pale rose color It tastes deliciously crisp and light

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes heated

"Fine, thank you" I s full well he&039;s referring to the silver balls

He s to need this" He handson the kitchen island "Open it," he says between sips of cha and pull out an intricate silverthe top