CHRISTIAN’S POV

Day Two:

I’m jerked awake by my blackberry buzzing from the nightstand. My first thought is that I’ve overslept, but then I notice it’s still pitch black in my room. I reach over and angrily pull my phone towards me, ready to rip the head off of whoever woke me, but my irritation quickly dissipates as I see an email from Ana.

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: G’day from Sydney… or should I say G’night?

Date: July 7th 2012 11:30 PM AETD

To: Christian Grey

Greetings from down under! I have arrived at my hotel in Sydney and am looking forward to a good night’s sleep. Wishing you were here in my bed, Mr. Grey.

Xx

Anastasia Grey

Commissioning Editor, Grey Publishing.

 

I smile and hit reply.

 

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Your Bed

Date: July 7th 2012 04:34 AM PST

To: Anastasia Grey

My thoughts of your bed are quite lascivious, Mrs. Grey. Perhaps you shouldn’t mention such things to me or I might be forced to fly out there. It is July 7th after all and once again, your body is mine for the taking.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

 

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Your thoughts

Date: July 7th 2012 11:41 PM AEDT

To: Christian Grey

Careful, or I just might let you.

Anastasia Grey

Commissioning Editor, Grey Publishing

 

I groan as, once again, I feel the hardening of my cock. I pick up the phone and dial her number.

“Mr. Grey,” she purrs over the phone.

“Is Hannah with you?” I ask.

“No,” she responds. “Just me all alone in my hotel room.”

“Lie down on the bed,” I command.

“Yes, Sir.” I hear some movement and then her voice comes back to me. “What now?”

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“I’m wearing my black lace thong and your gray Harvard t-shirt.”

“What bra are you wearing?” I ask.

“I’m not,” she responds in a whisper.

“Fuck, Ana. Run your hands over your tits, make your nipples hard through my shirt.”

“Mmmm,” she moans in appreciation. I close my eyes and picture her, laying on top of my bed, the outlines of her nipples clearly visible through my Harvard t-shirt.

“Oh, Ana, baby. I want to sink my teeth into that shirt, bite down on your nipples.” She gasps, and I frown.

“Are you touching yourself, Anastasia?” I demand.

“No,” She responds quickly.

“Good, don’t touch yourself until I tell you to, understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” She breathes and my cock twitches at her words.

“Are your nipples hard, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles,and I can imagine her squirming over the bed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby. I want to be there. I want to be buried inside of you right now.”

“I want you here too, Christian. Please, keep going.”

“Reach up under my tshirt and slowly run your hands up your stomach to your tits,” I command. Her breathing gets heavier and I know she is doing as I say.

“I want you to kneed your tits for me baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“They’re so big and firm right now. It feels so good. My nipples are so hard.”

“Pinch them, baby. I want to hear you moan.” As I’m rewarded with her answering moan I reach down and pull my boxer briefs off and grasp my now painfully hard cock at the base.

“Christian, please,” she begs. “Please let me touch myself.”

“Oh no, Ana. You’re not getting off yet. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to suck on my nipples while you dip your fingers inside of me. I want you to palm my clit while your fingers massage that magic spot inside of me. And then I want you to take your tongue and run it over my breast, down my stomach and into my dripping wet pussy.”

“Oh god, Ana, I’ve missed how you taste. I want to grab you by the ass and bury my face in you. Fuck, baby.” I’ve started stroking my cock, slowly, so I don’t explode before we’re finished.

“I’m so fucking hard right now, Ana. I could pummel into you for fucking hours I’m so fucking hard.”

“Can I suck your cock for you, baby?”

My breath hitches and I have to stop stroking myself. She almost made me come with those fucking words.

“Mmm, I can imagine how you’d feel in my mouth right now,” she continues. “The head of your cock is so swollen and tight in my mouth, filling my throat perfectly as I take as much of you as I can. I love the way you feel in my mouth baby, hard and soft at the same time.”

I buck my hips forwards as I imagine her head bobbing up and down on my cock.

“I want to fuck that mouth so badly, baby.”

“Christian, I need you inside of me right now.” Her voice is so heady and filled with need that I groan.

“Reach down into your panties, Anastasia. Tell me how wet you are.”

“Mmm, I’m so fucking wet. My panties are soaked.” My cock twinges again, painfully this time, as I imagine peeling her panties off of her and bringing them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Jesus Christ, Ana. I can’t fucking take it anymore. Rub your clit baby, make yourself come for me.”

Her breathing turns into gasps as I imagine her massaging herself under her panties.

“That’s it, baby. Feel it. Now dip your fingers inside of you and swirl them around the front of that delectable pussy of yours.”

“Christian!” She gasps.

“Not yet, baby. Feel it. In and out, just like I do.”

“Christian, I’m going to come.”

“Pull your fingers out and suck your juices off of them. Tell me how you taste.” There is a muted sound of her sucking on her fingers and then a moan of appreciation.

“I’m salty and sweet,” She responds and I groan, no longer able to take it. I reach down, grasp my cock and begin to stroke it furiously.

“Rub your clit, Anastasia. Make yourself come.”

“Aahh!” She screams over the phone as her hand makes contact. “Mmmm, baby, I’m not going to last much longer. Are you stroking your cock for me?

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe, Ana. I’m close baby. I need you to come for me.”

“Christian,” she moans desperately.

“Fuck, Ana. Come Now!” I command, and she screams into the phone.

“I’m coming. Oh fuck, Christian. I’m coming!”

And that’s all I need. Ropes of come fly out of my cock as I writhe in pleasure. It’s everywhere and I’m a sticky fucking mess but I don’t give a shit. I’m in fucking ecstasy as I listen to my beautiful wife come over the phone.

I can hear Ana’s heavy panting as she comes down from her orgasm. She moans slightly and I smile as I imagine her exhausted face, the way she looks every time she comes down from an orgasm.

“I love you,” She whispers.

“I love you too, baby. So much. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Get some, sleep. Call me when you wake up.”

“Mmm,” She responds.

“I love you baby, sweet dreams.”

“Goodbye, Christian.”

“Goodbye, my love.”

The phone goes dead and I lie back for a few moments before I wrench myself up, strip the sheets from my bed, and head for the shower.

When I get out of the shower, the alarm clock tells me its 5:15. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt and head downstairs to meet Taylor, who is waiting for me in the entryway for our morning run.

“Good morning, sir,” he says, throwing me a water bottle.

“Good morning, Taylor,” I respond. I grab my toe and pull, stretching out my hamstring while I roll my neck from side to side. As I do this, I notice a light coming from the kitchen behind me. Who would be up this early?

“Are you ready, sir?” Taylor asks.

“Hold up, Jason,” I say and walk towards the kitchen. Mrs. Jones is leaning against the counter, watching a bottle rotate around the microwave. She is humming and I notice Teddy tucked into her arm.

“Gail?” I ask, and she turns to me with a smile. “Good morning, Mr. Grey. Are you ready for breakfast?”

“No, I was going on a run with Taylor when I saw your light. Does Theodore eat this early every morning?”

“Yes sir,” she responds. “And several times throughout the night. Usually Mrs. Grey wakes up with him but I’ve taken over this week so that your mother and sister can get some sleep.”

“Oh,” I respond. I walk towards her and reach my arms out for my son. She hands him to me willingly as the microwave signals the bottle is ready.

“Good morning, Teddy,” I say softly, cradling him in my arms. He looks up at me with Anastasia’s eyes, his mouth opening in a small “o” and then closing again.

“He’s hungry,” Mrs. Jones says softly and she reaches for him.

“I think I’d like to feed my son,” I say, shifting the baby so that I can hold him with one arm and take the bottle with the other. Mrs. Jones’ face lights up with delight as she hands me the bottle.

“You’ll want to hold him up a bit, not so flat,” She tells me. “Make sure you’ve got his head. Yes, that’s exactly right.”

I bring the bottle up for Teddy and he takes it willingly. He watches me while he eats and I stare back into his perfect blue eyes. This child has me completely captivated. He is Anastasia. He is me. The best of both of us, combined together to create this perfect little boy.

“Sir?” a voice behind me interrupts. I shift and see Taylor staring at me confused.

“I’ll just be a moment, Taylor,” I say and turn my gaze back to my son. Before he has finished with the bottle, I hear a discomforting sound and, when the smell hits me, I cringe.

“I’ll take him, Mr. Grey,” Mrs. Jones says and I gladly hand him to her to change.

“Okay, let’s go,” I say, turning back to Taylor, and as I exit the kitchen, my mother appears. She kisses me on the cheek, tells me she loves me, and hurries off after Mrs. Jones.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Not only have I made progress in my new infrastructure project with South Sudan, I have learned to change a wet diaper, and to give Teddy a bath. Now I’m sitting on the couch with my mother and Mia again, Teddy asleep in my arms while Mrs. Jones cleans the dinner dishes.

With one hand, I reach for my blackberry and slowly type an email to Ana.

 

From: Christian Grey

Subject: SOS

Date: July 7th 2012 07:30 PM

To: Anastasia Grey

Please come home so I can send my mother and sister away, this is the second night in a row I’ve been subjected to Keeping Up with the Kardashians. I miss you and love you.

Christian Grey

CEO Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc

 

From: Anastasia Grey

Subject: RE: SOS

Date: July 8th 2012 02:30 PM AEDT

To: Christian Grey

I’m sending in the troops, no one should be subjected to such torture. 🙂

I miss you too. This summit wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. I can’t stop worrying about Teddy.

Anastasia Grey

Commissioning Editor, Grey Publishing

 

I open the camera on my phone, take a picture of the sleeping baby in my arms, and text it to Ana. She responds a minute later.

 

You’re going to make me cry. We make beautiful children, Mr. Grey.

 

I smile and put the phone away, thinking I might join Teddy in a nap. Instead, I decide to get up and put him down for the night. Then I disappear into my office so I can research Taiwanese preventative measures against piracy and their government compensation policies for damaged and stolen property. I need to call my lawyer in the morning and have them review our contract. This shit is costing me a lot of money. I wish this deal had been someone else’s doing so could fucking fire them, but I was the one who had begun negotiations with Taiwan so there is no one to direct my anger at.

It’s nearly midnight when I hear my phone buzz. I look down and see a text from Ana. It’s a picture and when I open it, my mouth pops open. She’s standing, naked in front of the mirror. Her hand partially over her vagina, just enough so that I can see she’s touching herself, but not enough so that I can’t see her. I stare longingly at the photo when my phone buzzes again. Another picture. This time, she’s bending over in front of the mirror, taking the picture over her shoulder so I have an amazing view of her ass. My cock twitches and I want to text her back and tell her to stop. I need to fuck her, it’s been to long. The phone buzzes again but this time it isn’t a text, she’s calling me.

“Ana,” I answer smoothly.

“Did you get my texts?” She asks.

“Yes, I did. I enjoyed them very much. When did you become so brazen, Mrs. Grey?”

“Since I haven’t gotten to fuck my husband in almost two months, Mr. Grey.”

“Don’t worry, that will be rectified as soon as possible. I may have to fuck you in the car on the way home from the airport.”

“I’m sure Taylor would appreciate that.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Taylor does and does not appreciate. The only thing I care about is how soon I can bury myself in you.”

“How was your day?” She asks, changing the subject.

“Fine. Productive. You?”

“Long,” she sighs. “I’ve got the second part of the summit tomorrow and then I’m on a plane home first thing Monday morning.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day and I have an early morning.”

“Laters baby,” I say, unable to keep the smile off my face. She laughs.

“Laters.”

I hang up the phone and go back into my text messages to look at the pictures she sent again. Soon, I push away from the desk and hurry up to my bedroom so I can enjoy my wife in private.