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“doyouha一veanythinginmind?”christianmurmurs,pinningmewithhisbold

gaze.ishrug,suddenlybreathlessandagitated.idon’tknowifit’sthechase,

theadrenaline,myearlierbadmood—idon’tunderstand,butiwantthis,and

iwantitbadly.apuzzledexpressionflitsacrosschristian’sface.“kinky

fuckery?”heasks,hiswordsasoftcaress.inod,feelingmyfaceflame.why

amiembarrassedbythis?iha一vedoneallmannerofkinkyfuckerywiththis

man.he’smyhusband,damnit!amiembarrassedbecauseiwantthisand

i’mashamedtoadmitit?mysubconsciousglaresatme.stopoverthinking.

“carteblanche?”hewhispersthequestion,eyeingmespeculativelyasif

he’stryingtoreadmymind.

carteblanche?holyfuck—whatwillthatentail?“yes,”imurmurnervously,as

excitementbloomsdeepinsideme.hesmilesaslowsexysmile.

“come,”hesaysandtugsmetowardthestairs.hisintentionisclear.

playroom!myinnergoddesswakesfromherpost-r8-sexslumber,wideeyed

andraringtogo.

atthetopofthestairs,hereleasesmyhandandunlockstheplayroomdoor.

thekeyisontheyesseattlekeychainthatiga一vehimnotsolongago.

“afteryou,mrs.grey,”hesaysandswingsthedooropen.theplayroom

smellsreassuringlyfamiliar,ofleatherandwoodandfreshpolish.iblush,

knowingthatmrs.jonesmustha一vebeeninherecleaningwhilewewere

awayonourhoneymoon.asweenter,christianswitchesonthelightsand

thedarkredwallsareilluminatedwithsoft,diffusedlight.istandgazingat

him,anticipationrunningthickandhea一vythroughmyveins.whatishegoing

todotome?helocksthedoorandturns.inclininghisheadtooneside,he

regardsmethoughtfullyandthenshakeshishead,amused.

“whatdoyouwant,anastasia?”heasksgently.

“you.”myresponseisbreathy.

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hesmirks.“you’vegotme.you’vehadmesinceyoufellintomyoffice.”

“surprisemethen,mr.grey.”

hismouthtwistswithrepressedhumorandcarnalpromise.“asyouwish,

mrs.grey.”hefoldshisarmsandraisesonelongindexfingertohislips

whileheappraisesme.“ithinkwe’llstartbyriddingyouofyourclothes.”he

stepsforward.graspingthefrontofmyshortdenimjacket,heopensitand

pushesitovermyshoulderssoitfallstothefloor.heclaspsthehemofmy

blackcamisole.

“liftyourarms.”

iobey,andhepeelsitoffovermyhead.leaningdown,heplantsasoftkiss

onmylips,hiseyesglowingwithanalluringmixoflustandlove.the

camisolejoinsmyjacketonthefloor.

“here,”iwhispergazingnervouslyathimasiremovethehairtiefromaround

mywristandholditupforhim.hestills,andhiseyeswidenmomentarilybut

givenothingaway.finally,hetakesthesmallband.

“turnaround,”heorders.

relieved,ismiletomyselfandobligeimmediately.lookslikewe’ve

overcomethatlittlehurdle.hegathersmyhairandbraidsitquicklyand

efficientlybeforefasteningitwiththetie.hetugsthebraid,pullingmyhead

back.

“goodthinking,mrs.grey,”hewhispersinmyear,thennipsmyearlobe.

“nowturnaroundandtakeyourskirtoff.letitfalltothefloor.”hereleases

meandstepsbackasiturntofacehim.nottakingmyeyesoffhis,iunbutton

thewaistbandofmyskirtandeasethezipperdown.thefullskirtfansout

andfallstothefloor,poolingatmyfeet.

“stepoutfromyourskirt,”heorders.asisteptowardhim,hekneelsswiftly

downinfrontofmeandgraspsmyrightankle.deftly,heunbucklesmy

sandalsoneatatimewhileileanforward,balancingmyselfwithahandon

thewallunderthepegsthatusedtoholdallhiswhips,cropsandpaddles.

thefloggerandtheridingcroparetheonlyimplementsthatremain.ieye

themwithcuriosity.willheusethose?

ha一vingremovedmyshoessoi’mjustinmylacybraandpanties,christian

sitsbackonhisheels,gazingupatme.“you’reafinesight,mrs.grey.”

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forward,buryinghisnoseintheapexofmythighs.“andyousmellofyouand

meandsex,”hesaysinhalingsharply.“it’sintoxicating.”hekissesme

throughmylacepanties,whileigaspathiswords—myinsidesliquefying.

he’sjustso...naughty.gatheringupmyclothesandsandals,hestandsin

oneswift,gracefulmove,likeanathlete.

“goandstandbesidethetable,”hesayscalmly,pointingwithhischin.

turning,hestridesovertothemuseumchestofwonder.whatishegoingto

dotome?

heglancesbackandsmirksatme.“facethewall,”hecommands.

“thatwayyouwon’tknowwhati’mplanning.weaimtoplease,mrs.grey,

andyouwantedasurprise.”

iturnawayfromhimlisteningacutely—myearssuddenlysensitivetothe

slightestsound.he’sgoodatthis—buildingmyexpectations,stokingmy

desire...makingmewait.ihearhimputmyshoesdownand,ithink,my

clothesonthechest,followedbythetelltaleclatterofhisshoesastheydrop

tothefloor,oneatatime.hmmm...lovebarefootchristian.amoment

later,ihearhimpullopenadrawer.toys!whatthehellishegoingtodo?

oh,ilove,love,lovethisanticipation.thedrawerclosesandmybreathing

spikes.howcanthesoundofadrawerrendermeaquiveringmess?it

makesnosense.thesub一tlehissofthesoundsystemcomingtolifetellsme

it’sgoingtobeamusicalinterlude.alonepianostarts,mutedandsoft,and

mournfulchordsfilltheroom.it’snotatuneiknow.thepianoisjoinedbyan

electricguitar.whatisthis?aman’svoicespeaksandicanjustmakeout

thewords,somethingaboutnotbeingfrightenedofdying.whatisthis?

christianpadsleisurelytowardme,hisbarefeetslappingonthewooden

floor.isensehimbehindmeasawomanstartstosing...wail...sing?

“rough,yousay,mrs.grey?”hebreathesinmyleftear.

“hmm.”

“youmusttellmetostopifit’stoomuch.ifyousaystop,iwillstop

immediately.doyouunderstand?”

“yes.”

“ineedyourpromise.”

iinhalesharply.shit,whatishegoingtodo?“ipromise,”imurmur

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buti’mmorethanhappytoplay.

“goodgirl.”leaningdown,heplantsakissonmynakedshoulderthen

hooksafingerbeneathmybrastrapandtracesalineacrossmyback

beneaththestrap.iwanttomoan.howdoeshemaketheslightesttouchso

erotic?

“takeitoff,”hewhispersatmyear,andhurriedlyiobligeandletmybrafall

tothefloor.

hishandsskimdownmyback,andhehooksbothofhisthumbsintomy

pantiesandslidesthemdownmylegs.

“step,”heorders.oncemoreidoasi’mtold,steppingoutofmypanties.he

plantsakissonmybacksideandstands.

“iamgoingtoblindfoldyousothateverythingwillbemoreintense.”heslips

anairlineeyemaskovermyeyes,andmyworldisplungedintothe

darkness.thewomansingingmoansincoherently...ahaunting,heartfelt

melody.

“benddownandlieflatonthetable.”hiswordsaresoftlyspoken.

“now.”

withouthesitation,ibendoverthesideofthetableandrestmytorsoonthe

highlypolishedwood,myfaceflushagainstthehardsurface.it’scoolagainst

myskinanditsmellsvaguelyofbeeswaxwithacitrustang.

“stretchyourarmsupandholdontotheedge.”

okay...reachingforward,iclutchthefaredgeofthetable.it’squitewide,

somyarmsarefullyextended.

“ifyouletgo,iwillspankyou.doyouunderstand?”

“yes.”

“doyouwantmetospankyou,anastasia?”

everythingsouthofmywaisttightensdeliciously.irealizei’vewantedthis

sincehethreatenedmeduringlunch,andneitherthecarchasenorour

subsequentintimateencounterhassatedthisneed.

“yes.”myvoiceisahoarsewhisper.

“why?”

oh...doiha一vetoha一veareason?jeez.ishrug.

“tellme,”hecoaxes.

“um...”

andfromoutofnowherehesmacksmehard.

“ah!”icryout.

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“hushnow.”

hegentlyrubsmybehindwherehe’shitme.thenheleansoverme,hiships

diggingintomybackside,plantsakissbetweenmyshoulderbladesand

trailskissesacrossmyback.he’stakenhisshirtoff,sohischesthairtickles

myback,andhiserectionpressesagainstmethroughtheroughfabricofhis

jeans.

“openyourlegs,”heorders.

imovemylegsapart.

“wider.”

igroanandspreadmylegswider.

“goodgirl,”hebreathes.hetraceshisfingerdownmyback,alongthecrack

betweenmybuttocks,andovermyanus,whichshrinkathistouch.

“we’regoingtoha一vewithsomefunwiththis,”hewhispers.what?fuck!

hisfingercontinuesdownovermyperineumandslowlyslidesintome.

“iseeyou’reverywet,anastasia.fromearlierorfromnow?”

igroanandheeaseshisfingerinandoutofme,overandover.ipushback

onhishand,relishingtheintrusion.

“oh,ana,ithinkit’sboth.ithinkyoulovebeinghere,likethis.mine.”

ido—oh,ido.hewithdrawshisfingerandsmacksmehardoncemore.

“tellme,”hewhispers,hisvoicehoarseandurgent.

“yes,ido,”iwhimper.

hesmacksmehardoncemoresoicryout,thenstickstwofingersinside

me.hewithdrawsthemimmediately,spreadingthemoistureupoverand

aroundmyanus.

“whatareyougoingtodo?”iask,breathless.ohmy...ishegoingtofuck

myass?

“it’snotwhatyouthink,”hemurmursreassuringly.“itoldyou,onestepattime

withthis,baby.”ihearthequietspurtofsomeliquid,presumablyfromatube,

thenhisfingersaremassagingmethereagain.lubricatingme...there!i

squirmasmyfearcollideswithmyexcitementoftheunknown.hesmacks

meoncemore,lower,sohehitsmysex.igroan.itfeels...sogood.

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“keepstill,”hesays.“anddon’tletgo.”

“ah.”

“thisislube.”hespreadssomemoreonme.itrynottowrigglebeneathhim,

butmyheartispounding,mypulsehaywire,asdesireandanxietypump

throughme.

“iha一vewantedtodothistoyouforsometimenow,ana.”

igroan.andifeelsomethingcool,metallicallycool,rundownmyspine.

“iha一veasmallpresentforyouhere,”christianwhispers.whatisit?an

imagefromourshow-and-tellspringstomind.holycow.abuttplug.

christianrunsitdownthepartingbetweenmybuttocks.

ohmy.

“iamgoingtopushthisinsideyou,veryslowly.”

igasp,anticipationandanxietychargingthroughme.

“willithurt?”

“no,baby.it’ssmall.onceit’sinsideyou,i’mgoingtofuckyourealhard.”

ipracticallyconvulse.bendingoverme,hekissesmeoncemorebetween

myshoulderblades.

“ready?”hewhispers.

ready?amireadyforthis?

“yes,”imutterquietly,mymouthdry.herunsanotherfingerdownpastmy

assandperineumandslipsitinsideme.fuck,it’shisthumb.hecupsmy

sexandhisfingersgentlycaressmyclitoris.imoan...itfeels...good.and

gently,whilehisfingersandthumbworktheirmagic,hepushesthecoldplug

slowlyintome.

“ah!”igroanloudlyattheunfamiliarsensation,mymusclesprotestingatthe

intrusion.hecircleshisthumbinsidemeandpushestheplugharder,andit

slipsineasily,andidon’tknowifit’sbecausei’msoturnedonorifhe’s

distractedmewithhisexpertfingers,butmybodyseemstoacceptit.it’s

hea一vy...andstrange...there!

“oh,baby.”

andicanfeelit...wherehisthumbswirlsinsideme...andtheplug

pressesagainst...oh,ah...heslowlytwiststheplug,elicitingalong

drawn-outmoanfromme.

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“christian,”imumble,hisnameagarbledmantra,asiadjusttothe

sensation.“goodgirl,”hemurmurs.herunshisfreehanddownmysideuntil

itreachesmyhip.slowlyhewithdrawshisthumbandihearthetelltalesound

ofhiszipperopening.graspingmyotherhip,hepullsmebackandpartsmy

legsfurther,hisfootpushingagainstmine.

“don’tletgoofthetable,ana,”hewarns.

“no,”igasp.

“somethingrough?tellmeifi’mtoorough.understand?”

“yes,”iwhisper,andheslamsintomeandpullsmeontohimatthesame

time,joltingtheplugforward,deeper...

“fuck!”icryout.

hestills,hisbreathingharsherandmypantingmatcheshis.itrytoassimilate

allthesensations:thedeliciousfullness,thetantalizingfeelingthatiamdoing

somethingforbidden,theeroticpleasurethatspiralsoutwardfromdeep

withinme.hepullsgentlyontheplug.ohjeez...imoan,andihearhis

sharpintakeofbreath—agaspofpure,unadulteratedpleasure.itheatsmy

blood.ha一veieverfeltsowanton...so—

“again?”hewhispers.

“yes.”

“stayflat,”heorders.heeasesoutofmeandramsintomeagain.oh...i

wantedthis.“yes,”ihiss.

andhepicksupthepace,hisbreathingmorelabored,matchingmyownas

hethrashesintome.

“oh,ana,”hegasps.hemovesoneofhishandsfrommyhipsandtwiststhe

plugagain,tuggingitslowly,pullingitoutandpushingitbackin.thefeeling

isindescribableandithinki’mgoingtopassoutonthetable.henever

missesabeatashetakesme,againandagain,movingstrongandhard

insideme,myinsidestighteningandquivering.

“ohfuck,”imoan.thisisgoingtoripmeapart.

“yes,baby,”hehisses.

“please,”ibeghimandidon’tknowwhatfor—tostop,toneverstop,totwist

theplugagain.myinsidesaretighteningaroundhimandtheplug.

“that’sright,”hebreathes,andheslapsmehardonmyrightbuttock,andi

come—againandagain,falling,falling,spinning,pulsingaroundandaround

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