irollmyeyesathisbossiness,buthislastlinemakesmesmile.iheadforthebathroom,wonderingifelliotmadeitbacklastnightandtryinghardtoreininmynerves.

icandrivetheaudiinhigh-heels!at12:55precisely,ipullintothegarageatescalaandparkinbayfive.howmanybaysdoesheown?theaudisuvisthere,ther8,andtwosmalleraudisuvs…hmm.icheckmyseldom-wornmascarainthelightupvanitymirroronmysunshield.didn’tha一veoneoftheseinthebeetle.

gogirl!myinnergoddesshasherpompomsinhand-she’sincheerleadingmode.intheinfinitymirrorsoftheelevator,icheckoutmyplumdress,well–kate’splumdress.thelasttimeiworethis,hewantedtopeelitoffme.mybodyclenchesatthethought.ohmy,thefeelingisjustexquisite,andicatchmybreath.i’mwearingtheunderwearthattaylorboughtforme.iflushatthethoughtofhisbuzz-cutroamingtheaislesofagent

provocateurorwhereverheboughtit.thedoorsopen,andi’mfacingthefoyerofapartmentnumberone.

taylorstandsatthedoubledoorsasistepoutoftheelevator.

“goodafternoon,misssteele,”hesays.

“ohpleasecallme,ana.”

“ana,”hesmiles.

“mr.greyisexpectingyou.”

ibetheis.

christianisseatedonhislivingroomcouchreadingthesundaypapers.heglancesupastaylordirectsmeintothelivingarea.theroomisexactlyasirememberit–it’sbeenawholeweeksincei’vebeenhere–butitfeelssomuchlonger.christianlookscoolandcalm–actually,helookshea一venly.he’sinaloosewhitelinenshirtandjeans,noshoesorsocks.hishairistousledandunkempt,andhisgrayeyestwinklewickedlyatme.heisjaw-droppinglyhandsome.herisesandstrollstowardsme,anamusedappraisingsmileonhisbeautifulsculpturedlips.

istandimmobilizedattheentranceoftheroom,paralyzedbyhisbeautyandthesweetanticipationofwhat’stocome.thefamiliarchargebetweenusisthere,sparkingslowlyinmybelly,drawingmetohim.

“hmm…thatdress,”hemurmursapprovinglyashegazesdownatme.“welcomeback,misssteele,”hewhispers,andclaspingmychin,heleansdownandproffersagentlelightkissonmylips.thetouchofhislipstominereverberatesthroughoutmybody.mybreathhitches.

“hi,”iwhisperasiflush.

“you’reontime.ilikepunctual.come.”hetakesmyhandandleadsmetothecouch.“iwantedtoshowyousomething,”hesaysaswesit.hehandsmetheseattletimes.onpageeight,there’saphotographofthetwoofustogetheratthegraduationceremony.holycrap.i’minthepaper.icheckthecaption.

christiangreyandfriendatthegraduationceremonyatwsuvancouver.

ilaugh.

“soi’myour‘friend’now.”

“soitwouldappear.andit’sinthenewspaper,soitmustbetrue.”hesmirks.

sittingbesideme,hiswholebodyisturnedtowardme,oneofhislegstuckedundertheother.reachingover,hetucksmyhairbehindmyearwithhislongindexfinger.mybodycomesaliveathistouch,waitingandneedful.

“so,anastasia,youha一veamuchbetterideaofwhati’maboutsinceyouwerelasthere.”

“yes.”where’shegoingwiththis?

“andyetyou’vereturned.”

inodshyly,andhisgrayeyesblaze.heshakeshisheadslightlyasifhe’sstrugglingwiththeidea.

“ha一veyoueaten?”heasksoutoftheblue.

shit.

“no.”

“areyouhungry?”he’sreallytryingnottolookannoyed.

“notforfood,”iwhisper,andhisnostrilsflareslightlyinreaction.

heleansforwardandwhispersinmyear.

“youareaseagerasever,misssteele,andjusttoletyouintoalittlesecret,soami.butdr.greeneisduehereshortly.”hesitsup.“iwishyou’deat,”hescoldsmemildly.myheatedbloodcools.holycow–thedoctor.i’dforgotten.

“whatcanyoutellmeaboutdr.greene?”iasktodistractusboth.

“she’sthebestob/gyninseattle.whatmorecanisay?”heshrugs.

“ithoughtiwasseeingyourdoctor,anddon’ttellmeyou’rereallyawoman,becauseiwon’tbelieveyou.”

hegivesmeadon’t-be-ridiculouslook.

“ithinkit’smoreappropriatethatyouseeaspecialist.don’tyou?”hesaysmildly.

inod.holymoses,ifshe’sthebestob/gyn,he’sscheduledhertoseemeonasunday–atlunchtime!icannotbegintoimaginehowmuchthatcosts.christianfrownssuddenlyasifrecallingsomethingunpleasant.

“anastasia,mymotherwouldlikeyoutocometodinnerthisevening.ibelieveelliotisaskingkatetoo.idon’tknowhowyoufeelaboutthat.itwillbeoddformetointroduceyoutomyfamily.”

odd?why?

“areyouashamedofme?”ican’tkeepthewoundedhurtoutofmyvoice.

“ofcoursenot.”herollshiseyesatme.

“whyisitodd?”

“becausei’veneverdoneitbefore.”

“whyareyouallowedtorollyoureyes,andi’mnot?”

heblinksatme.

“iwasn’tawarethatiwas.”

“neitheramiusually,”isnapathim.

christianglaresatme,speechless.taylorappearsatthedoorway.

“dr.greeneishere,sir.”

“showheruptomisssteele’sroom.”

misssteele’sroom!

“readyforsomecontraception?”heasksashestandsandholdsouthishandtome.

“you’renotgoingtocomeaswellareyou?”igasp,shocked.

helaughs.

“i’dpayverygoodmoneytowatch,believeme,anastasia,butidon’tthinkthegooddoctorwouldapprove.”

itakehishand,andhepullsmeupintohisarmsandkissesmedeeply.iclutchontohisarms,takenbysurprise.hishandisinmyhairholdingmyhead,andhepullsmeagainsthim,hisforeheadagainstmine.

“i’msogladyou’rehere,”hewhispers.“ican’twaittogetyounaked.”

dr.greeneistall,blond,andimmaculate,dressedinaroyalbluesuit.i’mremindedofthewomenwhoworkinchristian’soffice.she’slikeanidentikitmodel–anotherstepfordblonde.herlonghairissweptupinanelegantchignon.shemustbeinherearlyforties.

“mr.grey.”sheshakeschristian’soutstretchedhand.

“thankyouforcomingatsuchshortnotice,”christiansays.

“thankyouformakingitworthmywhile,mr.grey.misssteele.”shesmiles,hereyescoolandassessing.

weshakehands,andiknowshe’soneofthosewomenwhodoesn’ttoleratefoolsgladly.likekate.ilikeherimmediately.shegiveschristianapointedstare,andafteranawkwardbeat,hetakeshiscue.

“i’llbedownstairs,”hemutters,andhelea一veswhatwillbemybedroom.

“wellmisssteele.mr.greyispayingmeasmallfortunetoattendtoyou.whatcanidoforyou?”

afterathoroughexaminationandlengthydiscussion,dr.greeneandidecideontheminipill.shewritesmeapre-paidprescriptionandinstructsmetopickthemuptomorrow.iloveherno-nonsenseattitude–shehaslecturedmeuntilshe’sasblueasherdressabouttakingitatthesametimeeveryday.andicantellshe’sburningwithcuriosityaboutmyso-calledrelationshipwithmr.grey.idon’tgiveheranydetails.somehowidon’tthink

she’dlooksocalmandcollectedifshe’dseenhisredroomofpain.iflushaswepassitscloseddoorandheadbackdownstairstotheartgallerythatischristian’slivingroom.

christianisreading,seatedonhiscouch.abreathtakingariaisplayingonthemusicsystem,swirlingroundhim,cocooninghim,fillingtheroomwithasweet,soulfulsong.foramoment,helooksserene.heturnsandglancesatuswhenweenterandsmileswarmlyatme.

“areyoudone?”heasksasifhe’sgenuinelyinterested.hepointstheremoteatasleekwhiteboxbeneaththefireplacethathouseshisipod,andtheexquisitemelodyfadesbutcontinuesinthebackground.standing,hestrollstowardsus.

“yes,mr.grey.lookafterher;she’sabeautiful,brightyoungwoman.”

christianistakenaback–asami.whataninappropriatethingforadoctortosay.isshegivinghimsomekindofnotsosub一tlewarning?christianrecovershimself.

“ifullyintendto,”hemutters,bemused.

gazingathim,ishrug,embarrassed.

“i’llsendyoumybill,”shesayscrisplyassheshakeshishand.

“goodday,andgoodlucktoyou,ana.”shesmiles,hereyescrinklingasshedoeswhenweshakehands.

taylorappearsfromnowheretoescortherthroughthedoubledoorsandouttotheelevator.howdoeshedothat?wheredoeshelurk?

“howwasthat?”christianasks.

“fine,thankyou.shesaidthatihadtoabstainfromallsexualactivityforthenextfourweeks.”

christian’smouthdropsopeninshock,andicannotkeepastraightfaceanylongerandgrinathimlikeanidiot.

“gotcha!”

henarrowshiseyes,andiimmediatelystoplaughing.infact,helooksratherforbidding.ohshit.mysubconsciousquailsinthecornerasalltheblooddrainsfrommyface,andiimaginehimputtingmeacrosshiskneeagain.

“gotcha!”hesaysandsmirks.hegrabsmearoundmywaistandpullsmeupagainsthim.“youareincorrigible,misssteele,”hemurmurs,staringdownintomyeyesashewea一veshisfingersintomyhair,holdingmefirmlyinplace.hekissesme,hard,andiclingontohismusculararmsforsupport.

“asmuchasi’dliketotakeyouhere,now,youneedtoeatandsodoi.idon’twantyoupassingoutonmelater,”hemurmursagainstmylips.

“isthatallyouwantmefor–mybody?”iwhisper.

“thatandyoursmartmouth,”hebreathes.

hekissesmeagainpassionately,andthenabruptlyreleasesme,takingmyhandandleadingmetothekitchen.iamreeling.oneminutewe’rejokingandthenext…ifanmyheatedface.he’sjustsexonlegs,andnowiha一vetorecovermyequilibriumandeatsomething.theariaisstillplayinginthebackground.

“what’sthemusic?”

“villalobos,anariafrombachianasbrasileiras.good,isn’tit?”

“yes,”imurmurintotalagreement.

thebreakfastbarislaidfortwo;christiantakesasaladbowlfromthefridge.

“chickencaesarsaladokaywithyou?”

ohthankhea一vens,nothingtoohea一vy.

“yes,fine,thankyou.”

iwatchashemovesgracefullythroughhiskitchen.he’ssoateasewithhisbodyononelevel,butthenhedoesn’tliketobetouched…somaybedeepdownheisn’t.nomanisanisland,imuse–exceptperhapschristiangrey.

“whatareyouthinking?”heasks,pullingmefrommyreverie.iflush.

“iwasjustwatchingthewayyoumove.”

heraisesaneyebrow,amused.

“and?”hesaysdryly.

iflushsomemore.

“you’reverygraceful.”

“whythankyou,misssteele,”hemurmurs.hesitsdownbesideme,holdingabottleofwine.“chablis?”

“please.”

“helpyourselftosalad,”hesays,hisvoicesoft.

“tellme-whatmethoddidyouoptfor?”

iammomentarilythrownbyhisquestion,whenirealizehe’stalkingaboutdr.greene’svisit.

“minipill.”

hefrowns.

“andwillyouremembertotakeitregularly,attherighttime,everyday?”

jeez…ofcourseiwill.howdoesheknow?iblushatthethought,probablyfromoneormoreofthefifteen.

“i’msureyou’llremindme,”imurmurdryly.

heglancesatmewithamusedcondescension.

“i’llputanalarmonmycalendar.”hesmirks.“eat.”

thechickencaesarisdelicious.tomysurprise,i’mfamished,andforthefirsttimesincei’vebeenwithhim,ifinishmymealbeforehedoes.thewineiscrisp,clean,andfruity.

“eagerasever,misssteele?”hesmilesdownatmyemptyplate.

ilookathimfrombeneathmylashes.

“yes,”iwhisper.

hisbreathhitches.andashestaresdownatme,ifeeltheatmospherebetweenusslowlyshift,evolve…charge.hislookgoesfromdarktosmoldering,takingmewithhim.hestands,closingthedistancebetweenus,andtugsmeoffmybarstoolintohisarms.

“doyouwanttodothis?”hebreathes,lookingdownatmeintently.

“iha一ven’tsignedanything.”

“iknow–buti’mbreakingalltherulesthesedays.”

“areyougoingtohitme?”

“yes,butitwon’tbetohurtyou.idon’twanttopunishyourightnow.ifyou’dcaughtmeyesterdayevening,well,thatwouldha一vebeenadifferentstory.”

holycow.hewantstohurtme…howdoidealwiththis?ican’thidethehorroronmyface.

“don’tletanyonetryandconvinceyouotherwise,anastasia.oneofthereasonspeoplelikemedothisisbecauseweeitherliketogiveorreceivepain.it’sverysimple.youdon’t,soispentagreatdealoftimeyesterdaythinkingaboutthat.”

hepullsmeagainsthim,andhiserectionpressesintomybelly.ishouldrun,butican’t.i’mdrawntohimonsomedeep,elementallevel,thatican’tbegintounderstand.

“didyoureachanyconclusions?”iwhisper.

“no,andrightnow,ijustwanttotieyouupandfuckyousenseless.areyoureadyforthat?”

“yes,”ibreatheaseverythinginmybodytightensatonce…wow.

“good.come.”hetakesmyhandand,lea一vingallthedirtydishesonthebreakfastbar,andweheadupstairs.

myheartstartspounding.thisisit.i’mreallygoingtodothis.myinnergoddessisspinninglikeaworld-classballerina,pirouetteafterpirouette.heopensthedoortohisplayroom,standingbackformetowalkthrough,andiamoncemoreintheredroomofpain.

it’sthesame,thesmellofleather,citrus,polishanddarkwood,allverysensual.mybloodisrunningheatedandscaredthroughmysystem–adrenalinemixedwithlustandlonging.it’saheady,potentcocktail.christian’sstancehaschangedcompletely,sub一tlyaltered,harderandmeaner.hegazesdownatmeandhiseyesareheated,lustful…hypnotic.

“whenyou’reinhere,youarecompletelymine,”hebreathes,eachwordslowandmeasured.“todowithasiseefit.doyouunderstand?”

hisgazeissointense.inod,mymouthdry,myheartthumpingforawayoutofmychest.

“takeyourshoesoff,”heorderssoftly.

iswallow,andratherclumsily,itakethemoff.hebendsandpicksthemupanddepositsthembesidethedoor.

“good.don’thesitatewheniaskyoutodosomething.nowi’mgoingtopeelyououtofthisdress.somethingi’vewantedtodoforafewdaysifirecall.iwantyoutobecomfortablewithyourbody,anastasia.youha一veabeautifulbody,andiliketolookatit.itisajoytobehold.infact,icouldgazeatyouallday,andiwantyouunembarrassedandunashamedofyournakedness.doyouunderstand?”

“yes.”

“yes,what?”heleansoverme,glaring.

“yes,sir.”

“doyoumeanthat?”hesnaps.

“yes,sir.”

“good.liftyourarmsupoveryourhead.”

idoasinstructed,andhereachesdownandgrabsthehem.slowly,hepullsmydressupovermythighs,myhips,mybelly,mybreasts,myshoulders,andovermyhead.hestandsbacktoexaminemeandabsentmindedlyfoldsmydress,nottakinghiseyesoffme.heplacesitonthelargechestbesidethedoor.reachingup,hepullsatmychin,histouchsearingme.

“you’rebitingyourlip,”hebreathes.“youknowwhatthatdoestome,”headdsdarkly.“turnaround.”

iturnimmediately,nohesitation.heunclaspsmybraandthentakingbothstraps,heslowlypullsthemdownmyarms,brushingmyskinwithhisfingersandthetipofhisthumbnailsasheslidesmybraoff.histouchsendsshiversdownmyspine,wakingeverynerveendinginmybody.he’sstandingbehindme,soclosethatifeeltheheatradiatingfromhim,warmingme,warmingmeallover.hepullsmyhairsoit’sallhangingdownmyback,graspsahandfulatmynape,andanglesmyheadtooneside.herunshisnosedownmyexposedneck,inhalingalltheway,thenbackuptomyear.themusclesinmybellyclench,carnalandwanting.jeez,he’shardlytouchedme,andiwanthim.

“yousmellaspineasever,anastasia,”hewhispersasheplacesasoftkissbeneathmyear.

imoan.

“quiet,”hebreathes.“don’tmakeasound.”

pullingmyhairbehindme,tomysurprise,hestartsbraidingitinonelargebraid,hisfingersfastanddeft.hetiesitwithanunseenhairtiewhenhe’sfinishedandgivesitaquicktugsoi’mforcedbackagainsthim.

“ilikeyourhairbraidedinhere,”hewhispers.

hmm…why?

hereleasesmyhair.

“turnaround,”heorders.

idoasi’mbid,mybreathingshallow,fearandlongingmixedtogether.it’sanintoxicatingmix.

“whenitellyoutocomeinhere,thisishowyouwilldress.justinyourpanties.doyouunderstand?”

“yes.”

“yes,what?”heglowersatme.

“yes,sir.”

atraceofasmileliftsthecornerofhismouth.

“goodgirl.”hiseyesburnintomine.“whenitellyoutocomeinhere,iexpectyoutokneeloverthere.”hepointstoaspotbesidethedoor.“doitnow.”

iblinkprocessinghiswords,turn,andratherclumsilykneelasdirected.

“youcansitbackonyourheels.”

isitback.

“placeyourhandsandforearmsflatonyourthighs.good.nowpartyourknees.wider.wider.perfect.lookdownatthefloor.”

hewalksovertome,andicanseehisfeetandshinsinmyfieldofvision.nakedfeet.ishouldbetakingnotesifhewantsmetoremember.hereachesdownandgraspsmybraidagain,thenpullsmyheadbacksoiamlookingupathim.it’sonlyjustnotpainful.

“willyourememberthisposition,anastasia?”

“yes,sir.”

“good.stayhere,don’tmove.”helea一vestheroom.

i’monmyknees,waiting.where’shegone?whatishegoingtodotome?timeshifts.iha一venoideahowlonghelea一vesmelikethis…afewminutes,five,ten?mybreathingbecomesshallower,theanticipationisdevouringmefromtheinsideout.

andsuddenlyhe’sback–andallatoncei’mcalmerandmoreexcitedinthesamebreath.couldibemoreexcited?icanseehisfeet.he’schangedhisjeans.theseareolder,ripped,soft,andover-washed.holycow.thesejeansarehot.heshutsthedoorandhangssomethingontheback.

“goodgirl,anastasia.youlooklovelylikethat.welldone.standup.”

istand,butikeepmyfacedown.

“youmaylookatme.”

ipeekupathim,andhe’sstaringatmeintently,assessing,buthiseyessoften.he’stakenoffhisshirt.ohmy…iwanttotouchhim.thetopbuttonofhisjeansisundone.

“i’mgoingtochainyounow,anastasia.givemeyourrighthand.”

igivehimmyhand.heturnsitpalmup,andbeforeiknowit,heswatsthecenterwitharidingcropihadn’tnoticedisinhisrighthand.ithappenssoquicklythatthesurprisehardlyregisters.evenmoreastonishing–itdoesn’thurt.well,notmuch,justaslightringingsting.

“howdoesthatfeel?”heasks.

iblinkathim,confused.

“answerme.”

“okay.”ifrown.

“don’tfrown.”

iblinkandtryforimpassive.isucceed.

“didthathurt?”

“no.”

“thisisnotgoingtohurt.doyouunderstand?”

“yes.”myvoiceisuncertain.isitreallynotgoingtohurt?

“imeanit,”hesays.

jeez,mybreathingissoshallow.doesheknowwhati’mthinking?heshowsmethecrop.it’sbrownplaitedleather.myeyesjerkuptomeethis,andthey’realightwithfireandatraceofamusement.

“weaimtoplease,misssteele,”hemurmurs.“come.”hetakesmyelbowandmovesmetobeneaththegrid.hereachesupandtakesdownsomeshackleswithblackleathercuffs.

“thisgridisdesignedsotheshacklesmoveacrossthegrid.”

iglanceup.holyshit–it’slikeasubwaymap.

“we’regoingtostarthere,butiwanttofuckyoustandingup.sowe’llendupbythewalloverthere.”hepointswiththeridingcroptowherethelargewoodenxisonthewall.

“putyourhandsaboveyourhead.”

iobligeimmediately,feelinglikei’mexitingmybody–acasualobserverofeventsastheyunfoldaroundme.thisisbeyondfascinating,beyonderotic.it’ssingularlythemostexcitingandscarythingi’veeverdone.i’mentrustingmyselftoabeautifulmanwho,byhisownadmission,isfiftyshadesoffucked-up.isuppressthebriefthrilloffear.kateandelliot,theyknowi’mhere.

hestandsverycloseashefastensthecuffs.i’mstaringathischest.hisproximityishea一venly.hesmellsofbodywashandchristian,aninebriatingmix,andthatdragsme

backintothenow.iwanttorunmynoseandtonguethroughthatsmatteringofchesthair.icouldjustleanforward…

hestepsbackandgazesatme,hisexpressionhooded,salacious,carnal,andiamhelpless,myhandstied,butjustlookingathislovelyface,readinghisneedandlongingforme,icanfeelthedampnessbetweenmylegs.hewalksslowlyroundme.

“youlookmightyfinetrusseduplikethis,misssteele.andyoursmartmouth,quietfornow.ilikethat.”

standinginfrontofmeagain,hehookshisfingersintomypanties,andatamostunhurriedpace,peelsthemdownmylegs,strippingmeagonizinglyslowly,sothatheendsupkneelinginfrontofme.nottakinghiseyesoffmine,hescrunchesmypantiesinhishand,holdsthemuptohisnose,andinhalesdeeply.holyfuck.didhejustdothat?hegrinswickedlyatmeandtucksthemintothepocketofhisjeans.

uncoilingfromthefloor,risinglazily,likeajunglecat,hepointstheendoftheridingcropatmyna一vel,leisurelycirclingit–tantalizingme.atthetouchoftheleather,iquiverandgasp.hewalksroundmeagain,trailingthecroparoundthemiddleofmybody.onhissecondcircuit,hesuddenlyflicksthecrop,andithitsmeunderneathmybehind…againstmysex.icryoutinsurpriseasallmynerveendingsstandtoattention.ipullagainsttherestraints.theshockrunsthroughme,andit’sthesweeteststrangest,hedonisticfeeling.

“quiet,”hewhispersashewalksaroundmeagain,thecropslightlyhigheraroundthemiddleofmybody.thistimewhenheflicksitagainstmeinthesameplace,i’manticipatingit…ohmy.mybodyconvulsesatthesweet,stingingbite.

ashemakeshiswayaroundme,heflicksagain,thistimehittingmynipple,andithrowmyheadbackasmynerveendingssing.hehitstheother…abrief,swift,sweetchastisement.mynippleshardenandelongatefromtheassault,andimoanloudly,pullingonmyleathercuffs.

“doesthatfeelgood?”hebreathes.

“yes.”

hehitsmeagainacrossthebuttocks.thecropstingsthistime.

“yeswhat?”

“yes,sir,”iwhimper.

hecomestoastop…buticannolongerseehim.myeyesareclosedasitrytoabsorbthemyriadofsensationscoursingthroughmybody.veryslowly,herainssmall,bitinglicksofthecropdownmybelly,headingsouth.iknowwherethisisleading,anditryandpsychemyselfupforit–butwhenhehitsmyclitoris,icryoutloudly.

“oh…please!”igroan.

“quiet,”heorders,andhehitsmeagainonmybehind.

ididnotexpectthistobelikethis…iamlost.lostinaseaofsensation.andsuddenly,he’sdraggingthecropagainstmysex,throughmypubichair,downtotheentranceofmyvagina.

“seehowwetyouareforthis,anastasia.openyoureyesandyourmouth.”

idoasi’mtold,completelyseduced.hepushesthetipofthecropintomymouth,likemydream.holyshit.

“seehowyoutaste.suck.suckhard,baby.”

mymouthclosesaroundthecropasmyeyeslockonhis.icantastetherichleatherandthesaltinessofmyarousal.hiseyesareblazing.he’sinhiselement.

hepullsthetipfrommymouth,andhestandsforwardandgrabsmeandkissesmehard,histongueinvadingmymouth.wrappinghisarmsaroundme,hepullsmeagainsthim.hischestcrushesmine,andiitchtotouch,butican’t,myhands,uselessaboveme.

“oh,anastasia,youtastemightyfine,”hebreathes.“shallimakeyoucome?”

“please,”ibeg.

thecropbitesmybuttock.ow!

“please,what?”

“please,sir,”iwhimper.

hesmilesatme,triumphant.

“withthis?”heholdsthecropupsoicanseeit.

“yes,sir.”

“areyousure?”helookssternlyatme.

“yes,please,sir.”

“closeyoureyes.”

ishuttheroomout,himout…thecropout.hestartssmall,bitinglicksofthecropagainstmybellyoncemore.movingdown,softsmalllicksagainstmyclitoris,once,twice,threetimes,againandagain,untilfinally,that’sit–icantakenomore–andicome,gloriously,loudly,saggingweakly.hisarmscurlaroundmeasmylegsturntojelly.idissolveinhisembrace,myheadagainsthischest,andi’mmewlingandwhimperingastheaftershocksofmyorgasmconsumeme.heliftsme,andsuddenlywe’removing,myarmsstilltetheredabovemyhead,andicanfeelthecoolwoodofthepolishedcrossatmyback,andhe’spoppingthebuttonsonhisjeans.heputsmedownagainstthecrossbrieflywhileheslidesonacondom,andthenhishandswraparoundmythighsasheliftsmeagain.

“liftyourlegs,baby,wrapthemroundme.”

ifeelsoweak,butidoasheasksashewrapsmylegsaroundhishipsandpositionshimselfbeneathme.withonethrust,he’sinsideme,andicryoutagain,listeningtohismuffledmoanatmyear.myarmsarerestingonhisshouldersashethrustsintome.jeez,it’sdeepthisway.hethrustsagainandagain,hisfaceatmyneck,hisharshbreathingatmythroat.ifeelthebuildupagain.jeezno…notagain…idon’tthinkmybodywillwithstandanotherearth-shatteringmoment.butiha一venochoice…andwithaninevitabilitythat’sbecomingfamiliar,iletgoandcomeagain,andit’ssweetandagonizingandintense.iloseallsenseofself.christianfollows,shoutinghisreleasethroughclenchedteethandholdingmehardandcloseashedoes.

hepullsoutofmeswiftlyandsetsmedownagainstthecross,hisbodysupportingmine.unbucklingthecuffs,hefreesmyhands,andwebothsinktothefloor.hepullsmeintohislap,cradlingme,andileanmyheadagainsthischest.ifihadthestrength,i’dtouchhim,butidon’t.belatedly,irealizehe’sstillwearinghisjeans.

“welldone,baby,”hemurmurs.“didthathurt?”

“no,”ibreathe.icanbarelykeepmyeyesopen.whyamisotired?

“didyouexpectitto?”hewhispersasheholdsmeclose,hisfingerspushingsomeescapedtendrilsofhairoffmyface.

“yes.”

“youseemostofyourfearisinyourhead,anastasia,”hepauses.“wouldyoudoitagain?”

ithinkforamomentasfatiguecloudsmybrain…again?

“yes.”myvoiceissosoft.

hehugsmetightly.

“good.sowouldi,”hemurmurs,thenleansdownandsoftlykissesthetopofmyhead.

“andiha一ven’tfinishedwithyouyet.”