I am alone in a dark room with deep red walls. The unmistakable smell of citrus, wood polish, and leather surrounds me, and I squint through the dim light to see a dark wooden cross. I approach it slowly, easing my hand out to touch it, and the moment my fingers brush against the polished wood everything changes and I’m suddenly tied down to it. I tug at the leather straps around my wrists, vaguely aware that I am naked, but they don’t budge. The wooden cross creaks and rattles as I struggle against my restraints, but it remains unyielding.
“Shhh,” Christian whispers, stepping out of a shadow and stalking around me like a hungry predator. “There’s no point in struggling, Anastasia. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Christian,” I ask hesitantly as he comes to a stop before me, examining my body.
“You look mighty fine, Miss Steele,” He says. He comes forward pressing himself against me and I feel my body relax as he kisses me. Though I cannot move, I revel in the feel of his tongue taking full possession of my mouth until I hear a loud slap and feel a sting on my left thigh.
“Ahh!” I cry out, though once the shock wears off I realize the sting is just that. A quick flash of pain that fades away instantly but electrifies my skin. I watch Christian reach back, a brown, leather plaited riding crop in his right hand and he brings it down over my breasts. The bite of the crop is sharp but sends a shock of pleasure through me. I moan at the contact, trying to squirm out of my restraints as my lack of movement over intensifies the sensation.
“Again?” Christian asks, and I bite my lip as I await the next blow from the crop.
“Answer me, Anastasia,” He commands.
“Christian…” I say, my voice all breathy.
“That wasn’t an answer,” A woman’s voice says harshly, and I break out of my erotic stupor immediately as I watch Elena walk out of the shadows.
“You gave a command and she disobeyed you, Christian. You know what you need to do,” She says. Christian looks at her and then at the crop in his hand.
“Don’t be weak,” Elena spits at him. “Do it! Show her who is in control.”
Again, Christian hesitates so Elena raises her arm and for the first time I notice a belt in her hand. She brings the leather strap down hard over Christian’s back with three quick strikes and when the fourth blow rains down over him, he falls to the ground on his knees.
“Christian!” I cry, again trying to break free of the restraints that bind me to the cross, though this time with purpose.
“Weak!” Elena cries as she hits him again. “You’ll never be in control, Christian. You’ll always belong to me.”
“To you,” Christian repeats, pain evident in his voice as yet another blow crosses his back. I feel tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I fight desperately to free myself and Elena begins laughing at my anemic attempts to break the leather straps. Her laughter grows louder and louder until…
I sit up in bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. There is a sharp pain in my stomach though I can barely register it as I look around the dark room in panic. Christian is lying beside me, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to my sudden awakening. I take a few deep breaths to calm down, still shaken by my nightmare.
It was only a dream, I tell myself but it’s so fresh in my mind I can practically hear the sound of Elena’s laughter still ringing in my ears. There is a pressing urge from my bladder so I roll out of bed, noticing the cramp in my stomach getting stronger as I walk to the bathroom. When I sit down to pee, I look down and see that my period has started five days earlier than I expected it to.
Wonderful. This is the night that just keeps on giving.
Christian still hasn’t made love to me since my accident, and with this little surprise, I’m sure that possibility is now out the window.
I turn to grab some toilet paper and frown as I realize that I don’t have any tampons. Thinking that maybe Kate does, I finish up in the bathroom, wash my hands, and creep out into the hallway. When I reach Kate’s door, I pause, listening for any sign that she and Elliot are doing anything but sleeping, but when I hear Elliot’s snore, I’m almost sure they’re asleep. I knock lightly as an extra precaution, and when there isn’t an answer, I gently ease open the door and creep over to Kate’s side of the bed.
“Kate?” I whisper, attempting to gently nudge her awake.
“Hmmm,” She mumbles, turning over onto her side and cuddling up to a pillow. I whisper her name again and slowly, she awakens.
“Ana?” She asks, slightly dazed.
“Kate, do you have any tampons?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah, in my bag in the bathroom,” She says, pulling the covers away from her and carefully easing her way out of the bed. I follow her into the bathroom between her and Mia’s room and she pulls a large pink tote bag out from under the sink and finds a Tampax box. She takes out a yellow wrapped tube and hands it to me.
“Thank you,” I say but before she can say anything back, we hear a loud yell come from down the hall.
“What was that?” Kate asks, her brow furrowing as the yell comes again. “Is that Christian?”
“Christian?” I say, turning around and walking quickly for the bathroom door. We emerge into Kate’s room just as a light turns on and Elliot rolls out of bed. He doesn’t look panicked or worried at all, as if screaming is something he’s used to waking to. Without a word to Kate or I, he hurries from the room and down the hall towards the room Christian and I share. Kate and I follow after him and when we get to the room, I notice the door is already open. I peak inside and see Elena lying across the bed. My first instinct is that she is hurting him, but as I rush forward to stop it, I notice she’s trying to shake him awake.
“Christian, wake up!” She coaxes him, gripping him firmly by the shoulders. He starts awake and looks wildly around the room until his eyes fall on Elena leaning over him.
“Ana?” He whispers hoarsely. “Ana? Wh-where’s Ana.”
“I’m right here, Christian,” I say, coming around the bed, and Elena glares at me when he practically leaps forward and pulls me into a crushing hug, holding me tightly against him. His whole body trembles as I hold him in my arms and I notice he’s covered in sweat which, mixed with the cool air of the room, brings goosebumps to the surface of his skin.
“Hey,” I say, trying to calm him down. “Are you okay?”
“You left,” He breathes. “Why did you leave?”
“I had to get something from Kate.” I tell him. “I’m here.”
“I… think they’re okay, Mrs. Lincoln,” Kate says from the doorway. We both turn to look at her and I notice Grace is there now, looking relieved. Elena gives Christian and I one last sour look and turns to leave. Christian falls back onto his pillow just as the door closes. His breathing slows as he relaxes.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Where did you go?” He asks.
“I had to get a tampon,” I tell him, embarrassed. “My period started.”
He nods, but his expression looks painful still.
“What’s going on, Christian?”
“I have nightmares,” He says, his voice still weak.
“How often?” I ask, feeling guilty as I think of how terrifying it would be to wake from a dead sleep to the sound of Christian screaming.
“Nearly every night, except…”
“Except when I’m sleeping next to you,” He says. “When I sleep next to you, I don’t dream at all.”
“You don’t dream?” I ask, a tinge of sadness to my voice.
“Trust me, Anastasia. It’s a welcome change. I must be conscious of your presence even when I sleep. I was fine and then… you left.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, Anastasia. I most certainly do not want to talk about it.”
“Okay,” I say softly, and then get up to walk to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” He asks, panicked.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell him. “I just need to… um…”
I hold up the yellow wrapped tube in my hand and he nods, but I see him deflate into the pillows a little. When I return, he has his blackberry out which is strange since it’s three o’clock in the morning.
“Who are you texting?” I ask.
“Just responding to an email from Ros,” He says. “Come to bed.”
I cross the room and crawl into the covers next to him. He raises his arm so that I can snuggle up into the crook of his arm and I fall asleep with him wrapped around me.
I wake up in the morning to an aching cramp in my side and moan as I realize that I’m going to have to go to the spa and spend the day with the bitch troll. I feel bloated and tired. Why couldn’t this little surprise have happened when I was forced to do nothing but lay in bed all day?
I roll out of bed, glancing wearily at Christian still sleeping easily on the pillow next to mine. Will he have another nightmare if I leave? I hesitate for a moment but decide that he must be about to wake soon anyway. He is usually awake before I am. I head for the bathroom and turn on the shower so the water can warm while I pee. I need to remember to stop in town today and buy some tampons but I’m sure Kate will let me borrow another one once I’m out of the shower.
The water is warm and relaxing when I step into the shower, and after a few moments I feel the cramp in my side begin to relax. Perhaps a day at the spa is actually a perfect way to end this vacation. Relaxing generally eases my cramps and isn’t that the point of the spa? I quickly shampoo, condition, and scrub my body clean, but just as I begin to wipe the suds from the body wash off my skin, I hear the shower door open, and Christian’s arms wrap around me.
“Good morning, baby,” He says, pushing his erection into my backside.
“Good morning to you,” I say with a giggle.
“I was hoping you’d be next to me when I woke so I could start the day inside of you, but this is promising too,” He says. He reaches down between my legs but I back up, holding my arms out to stop him.
“Whoa, hold on,” I say, and he looks at me confused.
“So?” I say back exasperated. “Christian!”
“I don’t care that you’re bleeding, Anastasia. We’re in the shower and I’ll get to really feel you for the first time.”
“Really feel me?”
“I won’t need to use a condom.”
Hmmm, that does have promise. I suppose in those terms, I’ve never really felt him either.
“You’re sure you’re okay with it?” I ask, hesitantly.
“Baby, I more than sure,” He says, and I watch him grip his erection as if to prove his point. I bite down on my lip as warm, erotic desire courses over me at the sight of him touching himself, and I let my hands fall. He closes the distance between us, pressing his body to mine as he pins me to the shower wall. I lean forward to kiss him and his hands clasp each side of my head as his lips meet mine. I moan and he slips his tongue past my lips, eagerly exploring my mouth.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hug him as close to me. I want to feel as much of him against me as possible. He reaches down and pulls one of my legs up and hitches it over his hip. His other hand reaches down and repeats the motion on my other leg so that I’m wrapped completely around him, helplessly pinned between him and the shower wall. He reaches down, around my leg and positions himself beneath me. One thrust and he is inside of me, taking full possession of me. I gasp as I find myself unprepared. This is so quick.
“Oh, Ana,” He moans, expressing a deep sense of ecstasy. I too moan as, for the first time, I really get to feel the difference no condom makes. His moments in and out of me are smooth like velvet and I realize now why he must hate wearing protection so much. I’m in heaven feeling skin on skin and find myself climbing to my climax quickly.
“You feel fucking amazing,” He says, awed. He thrusts into me harder, moaning with each movement. I can feel a tightening deep inside of me as each stoke hits me in just the right place.
“Christian,” I gasp, my breath coming quick and harsh now.
“That’s it, baby. I want to feel you come,” He growls, pushing harder and harder until I begin to quicken. He leans forward, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, and I explode, convulsing against the unrelenting shower wall behind me. He continues to pound on and on until he too finds release, crying out my name as he comes inside of me.
“Will I ever get enough of you?” He asks, resting his forehead against mine as we come down from the high together.
“I hope not,” I whisper. He looks up and kisses me again, and while I lose myself in the kiss, I hear the faint sound of the bathroom door open.
“Oh, Jesus! Sorry!” I hear Ethan call. Christian grabs me and pulls me flush against him again, attempting to shield me from Ethan’s line of view. The door closes and Christian rounds on me, fury blazing behind his eyes.
“You didn’t lock the door?” He asks angrily.
“I didn’t think about it,” I say quickly. He releases me, easing me down onto the ground and turns the water off. He opens the door and grabs two towels, tossing one to me and wrapping the other one around his waist as he crosses the room to lock the bathroom door.
“Get dressed,” He snaps, and then storms off into the bedroom. I wrap the towel around me, wring my hair out the best I can and then follow after him. He’s dressing hurriedly and I can tell that this wasn’t just a passing surge of anger.
“Christian, why are you mad?” I ask.
“You know why I’m mad,” He replies. The harsh tone of his voice immediately puts me on the defensive.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I snap back. “I didn’t realize that I only spoke just to hear myself talk.”
“Don’t give me your smart mouth now, Anastasia.”
“Then stop being such a dick. I really don’t understand why you’re mad.”
“Do you think it’s acceptable for another man to see you naked?” He asks, and I roll my eyes.
“He didn’t see anything, Christian. The glass was foggy and you were in the way.”
“And if he had come in 10 seconds later we would have been out of the shower and you would have been on full display,” He says.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure I lock the door next time,” I say exasperatedly.
“Good,” He says, the anger in his voice still blazing.
I glare at him and turn to my suitcase, digging through for clothes to wear today. Once I find something suitable I stomp into the bathroom to change and slam the door behind me. If he’s going to act like a child, so will I. I lock the door on our side before crossing the tiled floor to lock Ethan’s door as well, but frown as I remember he’s already done that. I dry off and have only just gotten into my underwear when there is a soft knock on our bedroom door. After taking a deep breath to calm down so that I can be reasonable, I open the door.
“I’m sorry,” He says. “I just… really don’t want to share you. I don’t want anyone else to see you that way. I want you and your body to be for me. Only for me.”
“I am only yours. Maybe I should be more careful, but it was an accident. I just didn’t think about it and you have no right to be mad. If anything, Ethan should have knocked before he just came in.”
“I agree,” He says. “And I’m sorry I was angry with you. Come back in here and let me show you how sorry I am.”
“I need to dry my hair. We’re leaving soon,” I tell him, mostly because I’m still a little angry but also in part because we just finished in the shower. How can he want sex again already? He frowns, but doesn’t protest when I close the door.
When I’ve finished drying my hair, I head back into the bedroom, ready to forgive Christian and move on, but he isn’t there. I find him downstairs, dressed to hit the mountain. Everyone is saying good-bye as the boys are about to depart and, to my dismay, Christian is talking to the bitch troll.
“All set?” I ask, purposefully stepping into their conversation.
“I was,” Christian says. “But that was before I saw how beautiful you looked. How will I get through the day away from you?”
“I’m sure you’ll survive,” I say with a laugh.
“I mean it, Anastasia. You’re so beautiful,” His fingers capture a lock of my hair and he smiles. “I really like brunettes.”
He pulls me into him, holding me close, and gives me a wicked smile. I hear Elena scoff next to me and realize what he’s doing. I wonder what she said to him? Well, if it was bad enough for him to suddenly act vindictive, I’m sure it was bad enough that she deserves this. Christian leans down and kisses me deeply and I make quite the show out of kissing him back.
“Alright, alright,” Elliot says, annoyed. “Break it up. We’ve got to get going and Christian doesn’t need to start the day off deprived of oxygen.”
“Have a good day, baby,” He says, kissing my lips softly one last time.
“You too. Be careful,” I say.
He winks at me and turns to follow Elliot and his father out the door. I wave goodbye to Ethan, who looks back at me, embarrassed, and hurries out the door, closing it quickly behind him. Hmmm, I wonder if he did see something?
“We should head out too,” Grace says. “Is everyone ready?”
After a short drive to a pharmacy in town where I can pick up some essentials for the next few days, Grace, Kate, Mia, Elena, and I pull up in front of a sleek building with a modern looking sign which reads Aspen Club and Spa on a plain slab of concrete.
The lobby inside is warm, inviting, and smells of lavender. Everything is clean and modern, from the furniture around the fireplace in the small sitting room just to the right of the front doors, to the golden blonde haired woman who is sitting behind a bamboo desk waiting to greet us. She’s dressed in white from head to toe and she smiles sweetly at us as she reaches out to grasp Grace’s hand.
“Welcome to Aspen Club and Spa. How can I help you today?” She asks.
“We are here for a little pampering,” Grace replies.
“We have a whole menu of rejuvenating spa services designed for ultimate relaxation and a full service salon.”
“That sounds divine,” Grace says, and then turns to Kate and I. “Choose whatever services you girls would like. Today is on Carrick.”
“Really?” Kate asks excitedly. “I’ll have one of everything then.” Grace smiles as the receptionist hands us each a cardstock menu that lists spa services. I take a seat next to Kate in the lobby and look at the list of exotic treatments, each listed in the hundred dollar range. I have to remember to breathe as I look at the exorbitant cost but Kate eagerly checks off nearly every box.
“We should do these treatments together, Ana.” She says, leaning over and making check marks on my sheet. “I really think it’s something you would love.”
I spend the afternoon following Kate around, receiving the same treatments she does. Fortunately, Grace and Elena spend most of the day off on their own so really I’m not around Elena all day, which is wonderful. However, once Kate decides she needs to have her hair done in the salon and casually suggests I should consider adding low lights to my hair for dimension, I find myself trapped in a room with the bitch troll.
The receptionist sits me in a chair right next to her in the lobby while she whisks Kate back for immediate treatment, but fortunately Elena doesn’t say anything to me, presumably because Grace is seated on her other side. She’s seemingly engrossed in a gossip magazine, absentmindedly twirling her wedding band around her finger.
I take a deep breath and reach forward to take a magazine myself but in that moment, one of the stylists comes and takes Grace into the back, and immediately Elena sets down her magazine.
“The way he talks to you, those sweet little nothings he whispers into your ear, that won’t continue forever. He’s not interested in romance, Anastasia. He wants dirty, kinky sex. He wants to dominate you because that’s who he is. I heard your little fight this morning,” She says.
“Did you?” I respond, not interested enough in talking to her to look up from my magazine.
“Yes, and that my dear is the real Christian Grey. The longer you draw this out, the more of him you’ll see. He’s jealous and possessive and if you let him, he will consume you.”
“This must be eating you up inside,” I say, turning to look at her. “Realizing that you don’t know him at all.”
“Oh Ana, Ana, Ana. I know him better than anyone else in the world. I have seen him in his most vulnerable moments. He’s exposed himself to me in a way you will never see because you will never have control of him the way I did. At a very basic level, all Christian wants is power. Why do you think he’s so hung up on this business plan of his? He needs to control things because when he was young his basic needs weren’t met. Now he’ll do anything to make sure nothing like that ever happens again, so he’ll control everything he can, including you, and I don’t think that’s what you want.”
“You just can’t handle that you lost. He chose me over you and now you have no power over him and it’s killing you.”
“Look, Christian is great fuck. He wasn’t when I met him, but he learned, and you’re right, it infuriates me that all of my hard work is being used to please you. But, honestly, Anastasia, I’m trying to help you. Look, I know you think I’m the bad guy here, but really, I’m doing you a favor. If you don’t break it off with him now, you’re going to end up with a broken heart.”
“That’s very touching to hear,” I say sarcastically. “But Christian and I are very happy together and nothing you do is going to change that. Just like your little stunt with Carrick backfired, so will everything else you try, and if you don’t stop trying to break us up, I will ruin you.”
“Excuse me?” Elena sneers but her attention is called away from me when another stylist calls her name and motions for Elena to follow her.
“Have fun!” I say in a fake, overly bright voice before rolling my eyes and returning to my magazine. Elena exhales with frustration but smiles at the stylist who leads her into the salon. I wait only a few more minutes before one of the women dressed in all white comes to collect me and sits me in a chair in front of a large mirror.
“Your card here says you’re looking for a little color,” The woman says, running her fingers through my hair and invigorating the roots of my scalp.
“Yes, something different but not too drastic,” I say.
“Oh darling, it’s going to be drastic but in a good way. You’re going to look fabulous when I’m finished with you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I say nervously. She spins my chair around and places earphones over my ears. As she dips my head back in the sink to wash, I close my eyes and feel my body relax to the sounds of mediation music.
The dye in my hair smells extremely strong and burns my scalp a little while it sits in my hair, seemingly forever. I wait patiently, but when it’s finally time to rinse, the stylist won’t let me see the difference until she’s dried and styled my hair. I don’t really see the point of a big reveal, how different will my hair look with low lights added?
The stylist trims the ends of my hair and then blows it out with a wide round brush while I continue to lose myself in the peaceful music from the headphones. I feel as if I’ve nearly fallen asleep by the time she tells me she’s finished and have to shake myself awake a little as she removes my headphones and prepares to turn me to the mirror.
“You look amazing, are you ready?” She asks. I smile at her, nod, and she spins me around. I gasp as I look back at my reflection to find that my normal chestnut colored locks are now a shocking platinum blonde.
“Do you love it?” The stylist asks excitedly.
I can feel myself trembling as my breath catches in my throat.
“Wh-wh-why is it blonde?” I gasp, hearing the anguish in my voice. I think the stylist hears it too because her face falls and she immediately reaches for my services card.
“It says here you wanted a platinum blonde dye job,” She says, handing the card out for me. I look down at it in horror and then across the salon where I can see Elena hiding a smile behind her fingers. I feel as though I’m about to break down in tears.
“It’s okay, this is not a big deal,” The stylist says reassuringly. “We can fix this. We’ll just have to give it a few days so your hair can relax from all the bleach and then we’ll go back to brown.”
“No, no it’s fine. Thank you but um… I’ve gotta go,” I say, standing quickly and rushing out of the salon for the bathroom in the main lobby. I look at myself in the mirror horrified. I know she did this because Christian said he liked brunettes and I know I’m only upset because I’m now worried about his reaction. Was he serious? What will he say?
I’m able to calm down by promising myself that I’ll get it fixed this weekend in Vegas and I head back out into the lobby where I find Kate, Grace, Mia, and Elena waiting for me.
“Ana! You’re blonde!” Kate exclaims. She looks shocked and I can tell by her expression she isn’t quite sure she likes it.
“I think you look wonderful,” Elena says, and I glare at her.
“I do too, it’s absolutely stunning, Anastasia,” Grace agrees. “I know Christian will just love it.”
I smile weakly at her and follow them out of the spa, wishing I had a hood to cover my head as we walk through the parking lot. The clouds overhead are dark and threatening, and a strong gust of wind has picked up. It looks like a pretty bad storm is coming in and I’m sure that means the boys will have called it a day by now. They’re probably at home waiting for us.
When we pull up in front of the cabin, snow has begun to fall and everyone rushes as quickly as they can to get inside, except me. I amble slowly up the walk, dragging my feet as I go. I can hear everyone’s warm welcomes coming from the living room and take a deep breath and trudge forward. The boys fall silent as I come around the corner but I look only at Christian who is staring at me, mouth agape in shock.
“A-Ana,” He stutters. “You changed your hair.”
“Yeah,” I say, attempting to smile but feeling tears beginning to rise. The look on Christian’s face isn’t a happy one and I know it shouldn’t bother me, I know that hair is something that can be fixed, but for some reason, probably due to period hormones, or the stress from being injured this week, or the exhaustion from sparring against the evil bitch troll, I’m suddenly humiliated.
“Excuse me,” I say quickly, trying to cover up the break in my voice, and I turn around and hurry up the stairs. There is a scrape of a chair on linoleum and I know Christian is following me. By the time I reach my bathroom, I’m in full hysterics, which is made worse because I can see my reflection in the mirror.
“Ana, what’s wrong?” Christian asks, coming up and engulfing me into his chest.
“She did this,” I wail. “I just wanted a cut and some lowlights and then I turned around and I was blonde. You said you liked brunettes and then she did this to me.”
“Elena did this?” He asks, anger rising in his voice.
I nod my head and he exhales in disbelief.
“Well that crosses the line. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll handle it.”
“I’m sorry, Christian. I’ll change it back when I get back to Vegas.”
“Hey,” He says, looking deeply into my eyes. “You’re beautiful. You could be blonde, brunette, a redhead, or shave your head bald if you wanted to and I would still think you were the most beautiful woman in the world.”
He puts his fingers under my chin and tilts my head up so he can kiss me. A deep passionate kiss that radiates through me and washes my despair away. When he pulls away, I smile up at him and he smiles back.
“That’s better,” He says. “Now come downstairs and get something to eat. This is our last night here and I don’t want anything to ruin it.”
I nod my head and follow him down the stairs. We spend the night playing board games with Mia, Kate, Elliot, and Ethan, but when Grace, Carrick, and Elena and Mr. Lincoln go to bed, Christian tells everyone he’s tired and asks me to come upstairs with him. I shrug, take his hand and allow him to lead me upstairs. I go to brush my teeth to get ready for bed, and while I stare morosely at the blonde hair in the mirror, Christian comes into the bathroom and grabs a towel, looking purposefully at me.
“Are you bleeding?” He asks.
“Uh… a little,” I reply, confused. “Why? Do you want to have sex?”
“Yes,” He says, and he leaves the bathroom without another word. I look after him, wondering if he’s serious. He doesn’t return though and when I’m finished in the bathroom and walk back into our room. He’s standing next to the bed, already naked, typing on his phone. The moment he sees me tough, he immediately drops the Blackberry, crosses the room, and assaults me with a passionate, bruising kiss. He breaks away only long enough to pull my shirt over my head, toss it onto the bed, and pull me back in.
I grasp his face while he pushes the band of my yoga pants down past my behind so that they fall to the floor. The ferocity of his passion immediately wipes away the embarrassment, the anger, and everything else I feel but desire for him. His hands slide down, grasping my behind, and he pulls me up so that I’m wrapped completely around him. He walks across the room but instead of lying me across the bed, he pushes me roughly against the wall, and I cry out in a mixture of surprise and deep, carnal lust. I can feel his erection growing beneath me as he pins me against the wall with his hips.
A moan escapes me as his hand cups my breast and his fingers begin rolling and tugging my nipples, sending my senses exploding in hundreds of different directions at once. His lips capture mine again and while I succumb to his demanding tongue, he reaches down, positions himself at my entrance, and slams into me. I cry out and arch my back against the wall, bucking my hips out towards him.
“That’s right, baby,” He says. “I want to hear you.”
With a savagery I’ve never seen from him before, he strokes in and out of me, taking me so hard a voice in the back of my mind wonders if he will damage the wall, and in that moment I know what he’s doing.
I’ll fuck you against this wall if she wants to play games with me.
His words from earlier in the week come back to me. He’s sending her a message and in this moment, I’m just petty enough to let him. So I succumb to his demanding rhythm, not bothering to muffle my cries of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Anastasia,” He growls. “Baby, you feel so good.”
“Christian!” I moan, feeling myself nearing my orgasm.
“Oh no, baby, I’m not finished with you yet,” He says, slowing down. I whimper and try to grind against him.
“Christian, please!” I cry, my need for him spiraling out of control.
“I love hearing you say my name, Anastasia. You sound fucking so sexy,” He says.
When the quickening deep inside me calms, he begins his furious rhythm again and it isn’t long before the crushing waves of pleasure that promise release rise within me again. I’m breathing too loudly but I don’t care. I feel a need for him now that simply has to be satisfied.
“Fuck baby, I’m close,” He growls. “Come for me, Anastasia.”
He grips my legs tightly, holding me still so he can move in and out of me easily. I grasp onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold myself up. I can feel my muscles begin to weaken as I climb higher and higher.
“Come on, Anastasia. Give it to me,” He orders and as if my body could hear his command, I explode, feeling my insides convulse as my body is consumed with pleasure.
“Thank fuck,” He gasps as I quiver around him and he is able to find his own release, pouring himself into me. I’m panting and covered in sweat, reeling from my orgasm. Looking down into his gray eyes that blaze up at me in awe, I lean down and kiss him again. He holds me there, against the wall, tenderly kissing me before bringing me down. I see him glance at the wall once with a satisfied smirk, and then he sweeps me away into the bed.