Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 95

"See how wet you are for this, Anastasia. Open your eyes and your mouth."

I do as I'm told, completely seduced. He pushes the tip of the crop into my mouth, like my dream . Holy

shit.

"See how you taste. Suck. Suck hard, baby."

My mouth closes around the crop as my eyes lock on his. I can taste the rich leather and the saltiness

of my arousal. His eyes are blazing. He's in his element.

He pulls the tip from my mouth, and he stands forward and grabs me and kisses me hard, his tongue

invading my mouth. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against him. His chest crushes mine,

and I itch to touch, but I can't, my hands, useless above me.

"Oh, Anastasia, you taste mighty fine," he breathes. "Shall I make you come?"

"Please," I beg.

The crop bites my buttock. Ow!

"Please, what?"

"Please, Sir," I whimper.

He smiles at me, triumphant.

"With this?" He holds the crop up so I can see it.

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you sure?" He looks sternly at me.

"Yes, please, Sir."

"Close your eyes."

I shut the room out, him out... the crop out. He starts small, biting licks of the crop against my belly

once more. Moving down, soft small licks against my clitoris, once, twice, three times, again and again,

until finally, that's it - I can take no more - and I come, gloriously, loudly, sagging weakly. His arms curl

around me as my legs turn to jelly. I dissolve in his embrace, my head against his chest, and I'm

mewling and whimpering as the aftershocks of my orgasm consume me. He lifts me, and suddenly

we're moving, my arms still tethered above my head, and I can feel the cool wood of the polished cross

at my back, and he's popping the buttons on his jeans. He puts me down against the cross briefly while

he slides on a condom, and then his hands wrap around my thighs as he lifts me again.

"Lift your legs, baby, wrap them round me."

I feel so weak, but I do as he asks as he wraps my legs around his hips and positions himself beneath

me. With one thrust, he's inside me, and I cry out again, listening to his muffled moan at my ear. My

arms are resting on his shoulders as he thrusts into me. Jeez, it's deep this way. He thrusts again and

again, his face at my neck, his harsh breathing at my throat. I feel the build up again. Jeez no... not

again... I don't think my body will with-stand another earth-shattering moment. But I have no choice...

and with an inevitability that's becoming familiar, I let go and come again, and it's sweet and agonizing

and intense.

I lose all sense of self. Christian follows, shouting his release through clenched teeth and holding me

hard and close as he does.

He pulls out of me swiftly and sets me down against the cross, his body supporting mine. Unbuckling

the cuffs, he frees my hands, and we both sink to the floor. He pulls me into his lap, cradling me, and I

lean my head against his chest. If I had the strength, I'd touch him, but I don't. Belatedly, I realize he's

still wearing his jeans.

"Well done, baby," he murmurs. "Did that hurt?"

"No," I breathe. I can barely keep my eyes open. Why am I so tired?

"Did you expect it to?" he whispers as he holds me close, his fingers pushing some escaped tendrils of

hair off my face.

"Yes."

"You see most of your fear is in your head, Anastasia," he pauses. "Would you do it again?" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I think for a moment as fatigue clouds my brain ... Again?

"Yes." My voice is so soft.

He hugs me tightly.

"Good. So would I," he murmurs, then leans down and softly kisses the top of my head."And I haven't

finished with you yet."

Not finished with me yet. Holy Moses. There's no way I can do any more. I am utterly spent and fighting

an overwhelming desire to sleep. I'm leaning against his chest, my eyes are closed, and he's wrapped

around me - arms and legs - and I feel... safe, and oh so comfortable. Will he let me sleep, perchance

to dreamMy mouth quirks up at the silly thought, and turning my face into Christian's chest, I inhale his

unique scent and nuzzle him, but immediately he tenses... oh crap. I open my eyes and glance up at

him. He's staring down at me.

"Don't," he breathes in warning.

I flush and look back at his chest in longing. I want to run my tongue through the hair, kiss him, and for

the first time, I notice he has a few random and faint small, round scars dotted around his chest.

Chicken poxMeasles I think absently.

"Kneel by the door," he orders as he sits back, putting his hands on his knees, effectively releasing me.

No longer warm, the temperature of his voice has dropped several degrees.

I stumble clumsily up into a standing position and scoot over to the door and kneel as instructed. I'm

shaky and very, very tired, monumentally confused. Who would have thought I could have found such

gratification in this room. Who could have thought it would be so exhausting My limbs are deliciously

heavy, sated. My inner goddess has a

'do not disturb' sign on the outside of her room.

Christian is moving about in the periphery of my vision. My eyes start to droop.

"Boring you, am I, Miss Steele?"

I jump awake, and Christian is standing in front of me, his arms crossed glaring down at me. Oh shit,

caught napping - this is not going to be good. His eyes soften as I gaze up at him.

"Stand up," he orders.

I climb warily to my feet. He stares at me, and his mouths quirks up.

"You're shattered, aren't you?"

I nod shyly, flushing.

"Stamina, Miss Steele." He narrows his eyes at me. "I haven't had my fill of you yet.

Hold out your hands in front as if you're praying."

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