“I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” she says.
“I don’t think I’ll hurt you, either.” I take her head in my hands and kiss her, hard, exploring her mouth with my tongue. “I want you so much. Are you sure about this, after today?’
“Yes. I want you, too. I want to undress you.”
Shit. She wants to touch you, Grey.
Let her.
“Okay.” I managed this yesterday.
She reaches for my shirt button and my breathing halts as I endeavor to bring my fear under control.
“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”
“No. Do. It’s fine. I’m good.”
I steel myself, preparing for the confusion and fear that comes with the darkness. As she undoes one button and her fingers slide down to the next, I watch the concentration on her face, her beautiful face. “I want to kiss you there,” she says.
“Kiss me?” My chest?
“Yes.”
I inhale sharply as she undoes the next button. She looks up at me, then slowly, slowly, slowly leans forward.
She’s going to kiss me.
I hold my breath and watch her, terrified and fascinated at once, as she plants a gentle, sweet kiss on my chest.
The darkness remains quiet.
She undoes the final button and pulls my shirt apart. “It’s getting easier, isn’t it?”
I nod. It is. Much easier. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders so it drops to the floor. “What have you done to me, Ana? Whatever it is, don’t stop.” I pull her into my embrace and move my hands into her hair, gripping it and tugging her head back so I can kiss and nip her throat.
She groans, and her fingers are in my waistband, undoing my button and my fly.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper, and kiss her behind her ear where her pulse beats a fast, steady rhythm of need. Her fingers brush my erection, and abruptly she drops to her knees.
“Whoa!”
Before I can draw a breath, she tugs at my pants and wraps her lips around my eager cock.
Fuck.
She closes her mouth around me and sucks, hard.
I cannot take my eyes off her mouth.
Around me.
Drawing me in.
Out.
She sheaths her teeth and squeezes.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes, cradling her head and flexing my hips so that I move deeper and deeper into her mouth.
She taunts me with her tongue.
And moves her mouth up and down.
Again and again.
I tighten my grip on her head.
“Ana,” I warn, and try to step back.
She clamps down on my cock and grabs my hips.
She’s not going to let me go.
“Please.” And I don’t know if I want her to stop or carry on. “I’m gonna come, Ana.”
She’s merciless. Her mouth and tongue skilled. She’s not going to stop.
Oh, fuck.
I climax into her mouth, holding her head to steady myself.
When I open my eyes, she’s gazing up at me in triumph. She smiles and licks her lips.
“Oh, so this is the game we’re playing, Miss Steele?” I reach down and pull her to her feet and my lips find hers. With my tongue in her mouth, I taste her sweetness and my saltiness. It’s heady. I groan. “I can taste myself. You taste better.” I find the hem of her T-shirt and lift it over her head, then I pick her up and toss her on the bed. Grabbing the hem of her sweatpants, I yank them off in one move so she’s naked. I take my clothes off, keeping my eyes on hers. They darken, getting larger and larger until I’m naked, too. I stand over her. She’s a nymph sprawled out on the bed, her hair a chestnut halo, her eyes warm and welcoming.
My cock recovers, growing and growing as I appreciate every inch of my girl.
Yeah. She’s gorgeous.
“You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia.”
“You are one beautiful man, Christian, and you taste mighty fine.” Her smile is sexy and coquettish.
I give her a wicked grin.
I am going to take my revenge on Miss Steele.
Grabbing her left ankle, I strap the cuff around it, keeping my eyes on hers the whole time. “We’ll have to see how you taste. If I recall, you’re a rare, exquisite delicacy, Miss Steele.”
I grasp her right ankle and cuff that, too. While holding the bar, I stand back to admire my handiwork, happy that she’s secure and that the straps aren’t too tight. “The good thing about this spreader is it expands,” I inform her. I push down on the clip and tug outward, and the bar extends, forcing her legs farther apart.
Ana gasps.
“Oh, we’re going to have some fun with this, Ana.” Reaching down, I grab the bar and twist it quickly so that Ana flips onto her front. “See what I can do to you?” I twist again and flip her onto her back.
Her breasts rise and fall as she pants.
“These other cuffs are for your wrists. I’ll think about that. Depends if you behave or not.”
“When do I not behave?” Her voice is husky with desire.
“I can think of a few infractions.” I run my fingers up the soles of her feet and she writhes. “Your BlackBerry, for one.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Oh, I never disclose my plans.”
She has no idea how hot she looks right now. Slowly I crawl up the bed until I’m between her legs.
“Hmm. You are so exposed, Miss Steele,” I whisper, our eyes locked together as I run my fingers up her legs, making small circles. “It’s all about anticipation, Ana. What will I do to you?”
She tries to wriggle beneath me, but she’s trapped.
My fingers travel higher, to her inner thighs. “Remember, if you don’t like something, just tell me to stop.” I lean down and kiss her belly, my nose ringing her navel.
“Oh, please, Christian.”
“Oh, Miss Steele. I’ve discovered you can be merciless in your amorous assaults upon me. I think I should return the favor.” I kiss her belly and my lips move south. My fingers north.
Slowly, I ease my fingers inside her. She jerks her pelvis up to embrace them.
I moan. “You never cease to amaze me, Ana. You’re so wet.” Her pubic hair tickles my lips, but I persist and my tongue finds her clitoris pert and eager for attention.
“Ah,” she cries, and braces against her restraints.
Oh, baby, you’re mine.
I swirl my tongue around and around and move my fingers in and out, rotating slowly. She arches off the bed, and from the corner of my eye I see her clutching the sheets.
Absorb the pleasure, Ana.
“Oh, Christian,” she cries out.
“I know, baby.” I gently blow on her.
“Ah! Please!” she pleads.
“Say my name.”
“Christian,” she exclaims.
“Again.”
“Christian, Christian, Christian Grey,” she shouts.
She’s close.
“You are mine,” I whisper, and suck and flick her with my tongue.
She cries out as she comes around my fingers, and while she’s in the throes of her orgasm, I crawl back and flip her over onto her stomach and pull her into my lap.
“We’re going to try this. If you don’t like it, or it’s too uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll stop.”