Fifty Shades Freed

by E. L. James

  "Open wide, then bite," he murmurs. I follow his command. Hmm — one of

  my favorites, stuffed vine leaves. Even cold they are delicious, though I prefer

  them heated up, bill I don'l want to risk C hristian burning himself again. He feeds

  it to me slowly, and w hen l' e finished 1 lick his fingers clean.

  "More?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

  I shake my head. I'm full.

  "Good," he whispers against my ear, "because it's time for my favorite

  course. You." He s L ic up n hi arms rprisi g mc so much I squeal.

  "Can I take the blindfold off?"

  "No."

  I almosl poul. then remember his threat and think betler of il.

  "'Playroom." he murmurs.

  Oh— I don 't know if that 's a good idea.

  "You up for the challenge?" he asks. And because he's used the word chal-

  lenge, I can't say no.

  "Bring it on," I murmur, desire and something that I don't want to name

  ihrum through my body, lie carries me through the door, ihen up the stairs to the

  " I think you've lost weight," he mutters disapprovingly. I have? Good. I re-

  il smarted. Joe/ was that just a week ago?

  Outside the playroom, he slides me down his body and sets me on my feet,

  but keeps his irm wi cd aroui ly Bi he unlocl he dooi

  It always smells the same: polished wood and citrus. It's actually become a

  comforting smell. Releasing mc. Christian turns mc around until I'm facing away

  from him. He undue-, the ,carf. and I blink in the soil light. Gently, he pulls the

  hairpins from my updo, and my braid falls free. He grasps ii and lugs gently so I

  have to step back against him.

  "I have a plan," he whispers in my ear, sending delicious shivers down my

  "I though! you might." I answer. I ic kisses me beneath my ear.

  "Oh, Mrs. Grey, I do." His lone is soli, mesmerizing, i ie lugs my braid to the

  side and plants a trail of soil kisses down m throat.

  "First we have to get you naked." His voice hums low in his throat and reson-

  ates through my body. I want this — whatever he has planned. I want to connect

  the way we know how. He turns me around to laec him. I glance down at his

  jeans, the top button slill undone, and I can't help myself. I brush my index finger

  around the waistband, avoiding his T-shirt, feeling die hairs of his happy trail

  tickle my knuckle. He inhales sharply, and I look up to meet his eyes. I stop at the

  unfastened button. His eyes darken to a deeper gray . . . oh my.

  "You should keep these on," I whisper.

  And he moves, grabbing me with one hand to the back of my neck and the

  "Let's get rid of this dress," he says, peeling my dress up my thighs, my hips,

  ty belly . . . deliciously slowly, the material skimming over my skin, skimming

  ver my breasts.

  i eyes blaze as he grasps both my

  and I know he's asking for my permission. Winn i he ^oin» to do m im ' 1 swal-

  low, then nod, and a trace of an admiring, almost proud, smile touches his lips. He

  clips my wrists into the leather cuffs on the bur abo e and produces the scarf once

  "Think you've seen enough." he murmurs. He wraps it around my head,

  blindfolding me again, and i feel a frisson tun through me as all my other senses

  heighten; the sound of his soft breathing, my own excited response, the blood

  pulsing in my ears, Christian's scent mixed with the citrus and polish in the

  room — all are bought into sharper focus because I can't see. His nose touches

  "I'm going to drive you wild," he whispers. His hands grasp my hips, and he

  moves down, remo i i pan I i 1 1 low 11 my legs. Drive me

  "Lift your feet, one at a time." I oblige and he removes first my panties, then

  each sandal in turn 1 my ankle. I ny I gently to the right.

  "Step," he says, lie cull-. nn right ankle to the cross then proceeds to do the

  same with my left. 1 m hel i il gled on ihe en Standing Christian

  steps toward me, and my body is bathed in his warmth once more though he

  doesn't touch mc i i i i hin. til i he id up, and kisses

  me chastely.

  "Sonic music nidi I 1 I I i il is Mis Grey. I may

  take a moment to admire the view." His voice is soft. Everything clenches deep

  After a moment. ma be two. I hear him pad quietly to the museum chest and

  open one of the drawers. The butt drawer? I have no idea. He takes something out

  and places it on the lop. followed by something else 1 he speakers spring to life,

  and after a moment the strains of a single piano playing a soft, lilting melody fill

  the room. It's familiar — Bach, I think — but I don't know what piece it is. So-

  mething about the music makes me apprehensh e. Perhaps because the music is

  grasps my chin, startling me, and tugs gently so that I release my bottom lip. I

  my breast. Using his thumb s ul i thi u Ire i nn bicast tiom the re-

  kisses my neck. His lips follow the path of his fingers to my breast, kissing and

  sucking all the way. His lingers nunc to my left breast, releasing it from my bra. I

  moan as he skates his thumb across m> leli mpnie. and his hps close around nn

  right, lugging and leasing genlh until both nipples are long and hard.

  "Ah."

  He doesn't stop. With exquisite care, he slowly increases the intensity on

  each. I pull fruitlessly against my restraints as sharp pleasure spikes from my

  nipples to my groin. I try to squirm but I can hardly move, and it makes the torture

  "Chrislian." I plead.

  "I know." he murmurs his voice hoarse. "This is what you make me feel."

  What'! I groan, and lie begins again, subjecting m nipples to bis sweet agon-

  izing loueb ONcrand oer taking me closer.

  "Please," I mewl.

  lie makes a low primal sound in Ins throat, then stands, leaving me bereft,

  breathless, and squii tin in trainl M tins hi hands down my sides,

  one pausing on my hip while the other travels down my belly.

  "Let's see how you're doing," he croons softly. Gently, he cups my sex,

  brushing his thumb across nn clitoris and milking me cr out. Slowly, he inserts

  one, then two fmgei nsidc me. I gi nd I u mi hip >i\ aid, eager to meet

  his fingers and the palm of his hand.

  "Oh, Anastasia, you're so ready," he says.

  He circles his finge i u 11 I i i n i bile bis ihunil i l

  my clitoris, back and forth, once more. It's the only point on my body where he's

  touching inc. and all the tension, all the anxiety oi'llte day. j, concentrated on this

  Holy shit . . . it 's intense . . . and strange . . . the music .../ begin to huikl ■ ■ ■

  thin hlii' 11 i i nd ill m nd I hcai a low buzzing

  "Hush," he soothe*, and his lips are on mine. el'Iectn cly silencing me. 1 wel-

  come the warmer, more intimate contact, kissing him voraciously. He breaks the

  "This is a wand, baby. It vibrates."

  He holds it against m chest, and it feels like a large ball-like object ibraling

  against me. I shiver as it moves across my skin, down between my breasts, across

  to first one, then the other nipple, and I'm awash will; .ensalion. tingling every-

  I I III I

  "Ah." I groan while Christian's fingers continue to move inside me. I'm

  i lose . . . all this stimulation . . . Tilting my head back, I moan loudly and Christi-

  an stills his fingers. All sensation s
tops.

  "No! Christian." I plead tr; ing to thrust my laps forward for some friction.

  "Still, baby." he says while my impending orgasm melts away. He leans for-

  w ;ird once more and kisses inc.

  "Frustrating, isn't it?" he murmurs.

  Oh no! Suddenly I understand his game.

  "Christian, please-"

  "Hush," he says and kisses me. And he starts to move again — wand, fingers,

  thumb — a lethal combination of sensual torture. He shifts so his body brashes

  against mine. He's still dressed, and the soli denim of his jeans brushes against

  my leg. his erection at my hip. So lanlalizingly close, lie brings me to the brink

  i i i i [i i ing with i lull

  "No," I mewl loudly.

  He plants soft wet kisses on my shoulder as he withdraws his lingers from

  me, and moves the wand down. U oscillates ocr m slomaeh, my belly, onto my

  sex. againsl my clitoris. Fuck, it's intense.

  "Ah!" I cry out. pulling hard on the restraints.

  My body is so sensitized I feel I am going to explode, and just as I am, Chris-

  tian stops again.

  "Christian!" I cry out.

  one thing and then . . " I lis oiee nails oil'.

  "Christian, please!" I beg.

  lie pushes the ne agaii id agai lopi |ust at the vital mo-

  "Each time I stop, it feels more intense when I start again. Right?"

  "Please," I whimper. My nerve endings are screaming for release.

  The buzzing stops and Christian kisses me. He runs his nose down mine.

  "You are the most frustrating woman I have ever met."

  No, No, No.

  "Christian, I never promised to obey you. Please, please — "

  He moves in front of me, grabs my behind and pushes his hips againsl me.

  making me gasp ti y in tubl g lim in I tit t f his jeans pressing

  into me, barely containing his erection. W illi one hand he pulls off the blindfold

  and grasps my chin, and I blink up into his scorching eyes.

  "You drive me crazy." he whispeis. Hexing has hips against me once, twice,

  three times more, causing my body to spark — ready to burn. And again he denies

  me. I want him so badly. I need him so badly. I close my eyes and mutter a pray-

  er. I can't help but feel I'm being punished. I'm helpless and he's ruthless. Tears

  spring to my eyes. I don't know how far he's going to take this.

  "Please," I whisper once more.

  Bui he gazes down at me, implacable. He's just going to continue. For how

  long? Can I play this game'.' ,Vo. Ao. ,V« / can V mc, over and over,

  his tongue possessing me. too lie moes frantically, compelled by his fear, his

  lust, his desire, his — love? I don't know, but I meet him thrust for thrust, w clcom-

  inghim.

  "Ana," he growls almost inarticulately, and he comes powerfully, pouring

  himself into mc, his face strained, hit. body rigid, before lie collapses with his full

  weight onto me. pinning, and lie leaves me hanging . . . again

  Holy shit. This is not my night. M> miter goddess is preparing to disembowel

  herself. I hold him. draw ing in a lungful of air and practically writhing with need

  beneath him. He cases out oi'me and holds me for minutes . . . many minutes. Fin-

  till) he shakes his head and leans up on his elbows, taking some of his weight. He

  gazes down at me as if seeing me for the first time.

  "Oh, Ana. Sweet Jesus." He bends and kisses me tenderly.

  "You okay?" I breathe, caressing his lovely face. He nods, but he looks

  shaken and most definitely stirred. My own lost boy. He frowns and stares in-

  tend} into m> exes as il finall; registering where he is.

  "You?" he asks, concern in his voice.

  "I in . . ." 1 w riggle beneath him. and al'let a moment he smiles, a slow carnal

  "Mrs. Grey, you have needs," he murmurs. He kisses me swiftly, then scoots

  off the bed.

  Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, he reaches up, grabs me just

  above the knees and pulls me toward him so my behind is on the edge of the bed.

  "Sit up," he mum I tin hit itlit I i m hair falling like t

  veil around mc, down to no breasts. His gra; gaze holds mine as he gent I; pushes

  my legs apart as far as they'll go. 1 lean back on my hands — knowing full well

  what he's going to do. But . . . he's just . . . um . . .

  "Y ou are so fucking beautiful. Ami." he breathes, and I watch his copper-

  haired head dip and plant a trail of kisses up my right thigh, heading north. My

  whole body clenches in anticipation. He glances up at me, his eyes darkening

  through long lashes.

  "Watch," he rasps then his mouth is on me.

  Oh my. 1 cry out as the world is concentrated at the apex of my thighs, and

  it's so erotic — Fuck — watching him. Watching his tongue against what feels like

  the most sensitive part of my body. And he shows no mercy, teasing and taunting,

  worshipping mc. My body tenses and my arms start to tremble from the strain of

  staying upright.

  "No ... ah," 1 murmur. Genii; ho i n >i i get inside me, and 1 can

  tin Hi i i i i it t i id fingers on

  and in me. Slowly and gcnlh . he massages lhal sweet, sweet spot deep inside me.

  And that's it — I'm gone. I explode around him, crying out an incoherent rendition

  of his name as my intense orgasm arches my back off the bed. I think I see stars

  it's such a visceral primal feeling . . . Vaguely I'm aware that lie's nuzzling my

  belly, giving sue soli, sweet hisses. Reaching down. ] caress his hair.

  "I'm not finished with you ycl," he murmurs And before I've fully come

  back to Seattle, Planet harlh. lie's reaching for me. grasping my hips and pulling

  me off the bed to where's he's kneeling, and into his waiting lap and onto his

  waiting erection.

  I gasp as he fills me. Holy cow...

  "Oh, baby." lie breathes as lie wraps his arms around me and stills, cradling

  my head and kissing my face. I le Ilexes his hip,, and pleasure spikes hot and hard

  from deep within mc. He reaches lot my behind and lifts me. rocking his groin

  "Ah," I moan, and his lips are on mine again as he slowly, oh so slowly, lifts

  gentle rhythm and to w herccr lie' 11 take me. 1 llc. my thighs, riding him ... he

  feels so good. Leaning backward. ! lilt my head hack. my mouth open wide in a

  silent expression of my pleasure. rc cling in his sw ect lovemaking.

  "Ana," he breathe md he Icai i ing my throat Holding mc tight,

  slowly easing in and out, pushing me . . . higher and higher ... so exquisitely

  timed — a fluid carnal force Blissful pleasure radiates outward from deep, deep in-

  "I love you, Ana," he whispers close to my ear, his voice low and harsh, and

  he lifts mc again up. down. up. down. ! curl my hands back around his neck into

  "I love you, too, Christian." Opening my eyes, I find he's gazing at mc, and

  all I see is his love, shining bright and bold in die soft glow of the playroom light,

  his nightmare seemingly forgotten. And as 1 feel nix bod;, build toward my re-

  lease, 1 realize this is whai I warned this connection, this demonstration of our

  love.

  "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his voice low. I screw my eyes shut as my

  body tightens at the low sound of his voice, and I come loudly, spiraling into an

  intense climax He tills hi- forehead igainsi mine is he softly whispers myr />
  name, wraps his arms around me. and finds his own release.

  1 1c lifts me gently and lays me on the bed. I lie in his arms, wrung out and finally

  sated. He nuzzles my neck.

  "Better now?" he whispers.

  "Hmm."

  "Shall we go to bed, or do you want to sleep here?"

  "Mrs. Grey, talk to me." He sounds amused.

  "Is that the best you can do?"

  "Come. Let me put you to bed. I don't like sleeping here."

  Reluctantly. 1 shift and Uirn to lace him. "Wait." 1 whisper, lie blinks a! me.

  looking all vide-c>ed and innocent, and al the same lime thoroughly fucked and

  pleased with himself.

  "Are you okay?" I ask.

  lie nods, smiling smngl ike at i I 1 I 1 I am in

  "Oh, C hristian," 1 scold and gently stroke his lovely face. "I was talking

  about your nightmare."

  His expression freezes momentarily, then he closes his eyes and tightens his

  irms around me. burying I in n i

  "Don't," he whispers, his voice hoarse and raw. My heart lurches and twists

  once more in my ehesi. and I clutch him tightly, running my hands down his back

  "I'm sorry," I vh in i t li Holy I —how can 1 keep

  to cause him any more pain by making him relive the details. "It's okay," I mur-

  mur softly, desperate lo bring him back to the playful bo of a moment ago. "It's

  okay," I repeat over and over soothingly.

  "Let's go to bed," he says quietly after a while, and he pulls away from me,

  lea ing me cmpt i bin i es from the bed. I lblc after him, keep-

  ing die satin -heel wrapped around me. and bend to pick up my clothes.

  "Leave those." he says, and before 1 know it. he scoops me up in his arms. "I

  don't want you to trip over this sheet and break your neck." I put my arms around

  him marveling that he's recovered his composure, and nuzzle him as he carries

  me downstairs to our bedroom.

  My eyes spring open. Something is wrong. Christian is mil in bed, though it's still

  dark. Glancing at the radio alarm, 1 see it's three twenty in the morning. Where's

  Chrislian'.' Then i hear Ihc piano.

  Quickly slipping out of bed, I grab my robe and run down the hallway to the

  great room. The tune he's playing is so sad — a mournful lament that I've heard

  him play before. I pause in the door\a> and watch him in a pool of light while the

  achingly sorrowful music fills the room, lie finishes then starts the piece again.

  Why such a plaintive tune? I wrap my arms around myself and listen spellbound

  as he plays. But m> heart aches. ( 'hristiun, why so sad? Is it because of me? Did I

  do this'' When he finishes, only to start a third time, 1 can bear it no longer. He

  doesn't look up is I i t iano. but shil ide so I n sit beside him on

  the piano bench. He continues to play, and I put my head on his shoulder. He

  kisses my hair but doesn't slop playing until he's finished the piece. 1 peek up at

  him and he's staring down at me, warily.

  "Did I wake you?" he asks.

  "Only because you were gone. What's that piece called?"

  "It's Chopin. It's one of his preludes in f minor." Christian pauses. "It's

  Reaching over I take his hand. "You're reall i 1 t I ill this iren't you?

  He snorts. "A deranged asshole gets into my apartment to kidnap my wife.

  She won't do as she's told. She drives me crazy. She safe words on me." He

  closes his eyes bneliy. and w lien he opens liicm again, they are stark and raws

  I squeeze his hand. "I'm sorry."

  He presses his forehead against mine. "I dreamed you were dead," he

  whispers.

  What?

  "Lying on the floor — so cold — and you wouldn't wake up."

  Oh, Fifty.

  "Hey — it was just a bad dream." Reaching up, I clasp his head in my hands.

  His eyes burn into i n I 1 iiguisl ill u erin I'm heic and I'm

  cold without you in III In d. pi li ^ Ins hand and stand,

  waiting to see if he'll follow me. Finally lie stands, too. He's wearing his pajama

  bottoms, and they hang in that way he has, and I want to run my fingers along the

  ii id I Iband. bill I i I in I l ! L u

  When I wake he s curl d i d i 1 peacefnlly.1 elax and enjoy his en-

  veloping heal, his skin on my skin. I lie cr siill. noi warning to disturb him.

  Boy, what an evening. I feel like I've been ran over by a train — the freight

  train that is my husband, i lard io beliee thai the man ly ing beside me. looking so

  serene and young in his sleep, was so tortured last night . . . and so tortured me

  last night. I gaze up at the ceiling, and it occurs to me that 1 always think of Chris-

  tian as strong and d i ! reality is he fragile m lost boy. And

  the irony is that he looks upon me as fragile and I don't think I am. Compared to

  him I'm strong.

  But am I strong enough for both of us? Strong enough to do what I'm told

  and give him some peace of mind? I sigh. He's not asking that much of me. I flit

  through our conversation of last night. Did \c decide tiny thing other than to both

  try harder .' The bottom line is that I love this man, and I need to chart a course for

  ih tis. One thai let t i i n tdependet it > II n

  for him. I am his more, and he is mine. 1 resolve to make a special effort this

  chest, looking sleepily at me.

  "Good morning, Mrs. Grey. Did you sleep well?" He stretches out beside me.

  "Once my husband stopped making that terrible racket on the piano, yes, I

  did."

  He smiles his shy smile, and I melt. "Terrible racket? I'll be sure to e-mail

  "Miss Kafhie?"

  1 giggle.

  "Thai's a lovely sound." lie says. "Shall we have a heller day today?"

  "Okay." I agree. "What do yon want to do?"

  "After I have made love to my wife, and she's cooked me breakfast. I'd like

  to take her to Aspen."

  J gape al hint. "Aspen'.'"

  "Yes."

  "Aspen, Colorado?"

  "The very same. Unless they've moved it. After all, you did pay twenty-four

  thousand dollars for the experience."

  I grin at him. "That was your money."

  "Our money."

  "It was your mones when I made the hid." ] roll ms eyes.

  "Oh, Mrs. Grey, you and your eye rolling," he whispers as he runs his hand

  up my thigh.

  "Won't it take hours to get to Colorado?" I ask to distract him.

  "Not hs jet he sa Ikil * hand reach ml chin

  Of course, my husband has a jet. How could I forget? His hand continue;, to

  skim up ms hods, lifting ins nightdress as it goes, and soon I've forgotten

  Taylor drives us onto the tarmac at Sca-Tac and around to where the GEH jet is

  waiting. It's a gray day in Seattle, but I refuse to let the weather dampen my soar-

  ing spirits. Christian is in a much better mood. He's excited about something— lit

  up like Christmas and twitching like a small boy with a big secret. I wonder what

  scheme he's dreamed up. He looks dreamy, all tousled hair, white T-shirt and

  black jeans. Not CEO-like at all today. He takes my hand as Taylor glides to a

  stop at the loot of the jet slops.

  "I have a surprise for soli." he murmurs and kisses my knuckles.

  I grin at him. "Good surprise?"

  Sawyer leaps out from the front and opens my door. Taylor opens Christian's

  then retrieves out c i I mill t
ru 1 1 1 i the top of the stairs

  when we enter the aircraft. 1 glance into the cockpit and ,ce First Ifficer Beighles

  ippi itches on ll up t i trumcnt panel.

  Christian and Slephan shake hands. ""< iood morning, sir." Stephan smiles.

  "Thanks for doing this at such short notice." Christian grins back at him.

  "Our guests here?"

  "Yes sir."

  Guests'! 1 turn and gasp. Kate, Elliot, Mia, and Ethan are all smiling and sit-

  ting in the cream-colored leather seats. Wow! I spin around to Christian.

  "Surprise!" he says.

  "How? When? Who?" I mumble inarticulately, trying to contain my delight

  and elation.

  "You said you didn't see enough of our friends." i le shnigs and gi e» mc u

  lopsided, apologetic smile.

  "Oh, Christian, thank you." 1 throw my arms around his neck and kiss him

  hard in front of everyone. He puts his hands on my hips, hooking his thumbs

  through the bell loons of my jeans, and deepens the kiss.

  ""Keep das up and I'll drag >ou into the bedroom." he murmurs.

  "You wouldn't dare," 1 whisper against his lips.

  "Oh. Anaslasia." I le grins, shaking Ins head. I le releases mc and without fur-

  ther preamble, stoops down. grab-, my thighs, and lifts me oxer his shoulder.

  "Christian, put me do\ n!" I smack his behind.

  I briefly catch Stephan's smile as he turns and heads into the cockpit. Taylor

  is standing at the do i i ille his grin. Ignori g my pleas and my fu-

  tile straggles, Christian strides through the narrow cabin past Mia and Ethan who

  are facing each other in the single seals, pas! Kale and Elliot, who is whooping

  "If you'll excuse me." he says to our lour guesls. "1 need to have a word with

  "Christian!" I shout. "Put mc down!"

  "All in good time, baby."

  I have a brief view of Mia, Kate, and Elliot laughing. Damn it! This is not

  funny, it's embarrassing. Ethan gawks at us, mouth open and utterly shocked, as

  Christian closi i > il i or behind h nam I sc mc Idling mc slide

  down his body slowly, so that I feel every hard sinew and muscle. He gives me

  his boyish grin, thoroughly pleased with himself.

  "That was quite a show. Mi Grc I nun , o ng my arms and regard-

  ing him w hh faux indignation.

  "That was fun. Mrs. ( ires ." And his grin n idens. Oh hay. I le looks so young.

  "Are you going to follow, through?" 1 arch a brow, unsure how 1 feel about

  litis. I mean, the others w ill hear us. for hea en's sake. Suddenly, I led shy. Glan-

  cing anxiously at the bed. I feel a blush steal across im cheeks as I recall our wed-

  ding night. We talked so much yesterday, did so much yesterday. I feel as if we

  leaped some unknown hurdle but dun's die problem. Ids unknown My eyes

  find Christian's inlci ! I I i i 1 i i k keep a straight face.

  His grin is too infectious.

  "I think it might be rude to keep our guests waiting," he says silkily as he

  steps toward me When ilkl h ' I step back igainsl

  the cabin wall and he imprisons me, the heat from his body holding mc in place.

  1 le lean.-, dow n and run-, Ids nose along mine.