“Mrs. Grey, you have needs,” I whisper. I drop a quick kiss on her lips, and before she can say anything, I get up. Kneeling at the end of the bed, I grab Ana’s legs and tug her toward me so that her ass hangs on the edge of the bed. “Sit up,” I tell her, and she does as she’s told. Her hair tumbles down to her breasts, and with my eyes on hers, I gently push her legs apart. She leans back on her hands, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickens. Her lips are parted. I don’t think she can quite believe what I’m going to do.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Ana,” I murmur, and press soft kisses up her inner thigh. I glance at her through my lashes, like she does to me.
“Watch,” I breathe, as my tongue laps at her clitoris.
“Ah!” she cries out. She tastes of Ana and sex and me and I don’t let up. After what I did to her earlier, she must be wound up tighter than an old-fashioned watch. I keep her legs apart, holding her in place while my mouth works its magic, lavishing her with unyielding attention.
Her body starts to tremble.
“No…ah!” she says, and it’s my cue to slowly slide a finger inside her. She groans and collapses onto the bed while I stoke the fire inside her, taunting her sweet spot over and over, my tongue continuing to bathe her clitoris.
She’s so close. Her legs stiffen.
Ana. Let it go.
She cries out my name, her back arching off the bed as she comes and comes and comes. I ease my finger out of her and strip out of my jeans. Leaning up, I nuzzle her belly as she runs her fingers through my hair. “I’m not finished with you yet,” I whisper, and kneeling back, I tug her off the bed, onto my lap and my waiting erection.
She gasps as I fill her. “Oh, baby,” I breathe, as I wrap my arms around her while cradling her head and raining soft kisses on her face. I flex my hips, and she clutches my upper arms, with a wild-eyed look at me. I grab her ass and lift her, flexing my butt once more and driving into her.
“Ah,” she groans, and we kiss while I slowly ease in and out of her. She tightens her thighs around me as we ride each other.
Slowly. Sweetly.
She raises her face to the ceiling, her mouth open wide in a silent cry of joy.
“Ana,” I murmur against her throat as I kiss her.
We move.
Together.
In bliss.
“I love you, Ana.”
She folds her hands around my neck. “I love you, too, Christian.” She opens her eyes and we watch each other.
Building.
Climbing.
Higher.
She’s there.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, and she screws her eyes shut and she hollers out as she submits to her release.
Ah!
I lean my forehead against hers, and whisper her name as her body pulls mine into a sweet, slow orgasm.
When I’ve come down from my high, I lift her onto the bed and we lie in each other’s arms. “Better now?” I ask, as I nuzzle her neck.
“Hmm.”
“Shall we go to bed, or do you want to sleep here?”
“Hmm.”
I grin. “Mrs. Grey, talk to me.”
“Hmm.”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“Hmm.”
“Come. Let me put you to bed. I don’t like sleeping here.”
She moves. “Wait,” she murmurs.
What now?
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I can’t help my smug smile. “I am now.”
“Oh, Christian,” she admonishes me, and reaches up to stroke my face. “I was talking about your nightmare.”
Nightmare?
Shit.
Fleeting visions of the horror I witnessed in my sleep flicker through my mind. I hold her close, and hide from them by burying my face in her neck. “Don’t,” I mutter.
Ana. Don’t remind me.
She gasps. “I’m sorry.” She holds me, running her hands through my hair and down my back. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” she whispers.
“Let’s go to bed,” I say. Getting up, I pick my jeans up off the floor and slip them on. She follows me, keeping the sheet wrapped around herself to preserve her modesty. “Leave those,” I say, as she bends to gather her clothes. I scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. “I don’t want you to trip over this sheet and break your neck.” I carry her downstairs to the bedroom and set her down. She slips on her nightdress while I take off my jeans and drag on my pajama bottoms, and together we climb into bed. “Let’s sleep,” I mutter. She gives me a sleepy smile and nestles into my arms.
I lie staring at the ceiling, trying to rid my mind of my morbid thoughts. We have Hyde, now. I should be asleep, like Ana is beside me. It never takes her long. I envy her that.
I close my eyes, grateful that she’s still here, in one piece, in our bed.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Ana’s on her knees. Bowed. Naked. In front of me. Her forehead pressed to the playroom floor. Her hair a burnished coronet against the wooden boards. Her hand stretched out. Splayed. She’s begging. I stand with a crop in hand. I want more. I always want more. But she can’t take it. Red. Red. Red. No! There’s a crash. The door flies open. His frame fills the doorway. He roars and the bloodcurdling sound fills the room. Fuck. No. No. No. He’s here. He knows. Ana screams. Red. Red. Red. He hits me. A right hook to my chin. I fall. And fall. My head spins. I’m faint. No. Stop the screaming. Red. Red. Red. Stop. It goes on. And on. Then it stops. I open my eyes and Hyde looms over her body. Syringe in hand. He leers. Ana is still. Pale. Cold. I shake her. She doesn’t move. Ana! She lies unresponsive in my arms. I shake her once more. Wake up. She’s gone. Gone! Gone! No. Kneeling on a sticky green rug, I clutch her to me and tip my head back and howl. Ana. Ana. Ana!
I’m startled awake, dragging air into my lungs.
Ana!
A quick twist of my head confirms that she’s peacefully asleep beside me.
Thank Christ.
Clasping my head in my hands, I stare up at the ceiling.
What the hell?
Why am I letting that asshole into my psyche?
He’s in custody. We’ve got him.
I take a long, calming breath as my thoughts wander.
Baby Bird? What the hell does that mean? From the depths of my brain something stirs but vanishes instantly. My mind spins, trying to chase it through the shadows, but without success. I suspect it’s from a part of my psyche that stores all the memories I try to forget. I shudder.