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by E. L. James


  When I turn back round, there is orange juice on the table, and he’s making coffee.

  “Would you like some tea?”

  “Yes, please. If you have some.”

  I find a couple of plates and place them in the warming tray of the range. Christian reaches into a cupboard and pulls out some Twining’s English Breakfast tea. I purse my lips.

  “Bit of a foregone conclusion wasn’t I?”

  “Are you? I’m not sure we’ve concluded anything yet, Miss Steele,” he murmurs.

  What does he mean by that? Our negotiations? Our, err… relationship… whatever that is? He’s still so cryptic. I serve up the breakfast onto the heated plates and lay them on the placemats. I hunt in the refrigerator and find some maple syrup.

  I glance up at Christian, and he’s waiting for me to sit down.

  “Miss Steele.” He motions to one of the bar stools.

  “Mr. Grey.” I nod in acknowledgement. I climb up and wince slightly as I sit down.

  “Just how sore are you?” he asks as he sits down. His gray eyes dark.

  I flush. Why does he ask such personal questions?

  “Well, to be truthful, I have nothing to compare this to,” I snap at him. “Did you wish to offer your commiserations?” I ask too sweetly. I think he’s trying to stifle a smile, but I can’t be sure.

  “No. I wondered if we should continue your basic training.”

  “Oh.” I stare at him dumbfounded as I stop breathing and everything inside me clenches tight. Ooh… that’s so nice. I suppress my groan.

  “Eat, Anastasia.” My appetite has become uncertain again… more… more sex… yes please.

  “This is delicious, incidentally.” He grins at me.

  I try a forkful of omelet but can barely taste it. Basic training! I want to fuck your mouth. Does that form part of basic training?

  “Stop biting your lip. It’s very distracting, and I happen to know you’re not wearing anything under my shirt which makes it even more distracting,” he growls.

  I dunk my teabag in the small pot that Christian has provided. My mind is in a whirl.

  “What sort of basic training did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice slightly too high, betraying my wish to sound as natural, disinterested, and calm as I can with my hormones wreaking havoc through my body.

  “Well, as you’re sore, I thought we could stick to oral skills.”

  I choke on my tea, and I stare at him, eyes wide and gaping. He pats me gently on the back and passes me some orange juice. I cannot tell what he’s thinking.

  “That’s if you want to stay,” he adds. I glance up at him, trying to recover my equilibrium. His expression is unreadable. It’s so frustrating.

  “I’d like to stay for today. If that’s okay. I have to work tomorrow.”

  “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”

  “Nine.”

  “I’ll get you to work by nine tomorrow.”

  I frown. Does he want me to stay another night?

  “I’ll need to go home tonight – I need clean clothes.”

  “We can get you some here.”

  I don’t have spare cash to spend on clothes. His hand comes up, and he grasps my chin, tugging it so my lip is released from the grip of my teeth. I’m not even aware I’ve been biting my lip.

  “What is it?” he asks.

  “I need to be home this evening.”

  His mouth is a hard line.

  “Okay, this evening,” he acquiesces. “Now eat your breakfast.”

  My thoughts and my stomach are in turmoil. My appetite has vanished. I stare at my half-eaten breakfast. I’m just not hungry.

  “Eat, Anastasia. You didn’t eat last night.”

  “I’m really not hungry,” I whisper.

  His eyes narrow.

  “I would really like you to finish your breakfast.”

  “What is it with you and food?” I blurt. His brow knits.

  “I told you, I have issues with wasted food. Eat,” he snaps. His eyes are dark, pained.

  Holy Crap. What is that all about? I pick up my fork and eat slowly, trying to chew.

  I must remember not to put so much on my plate if he’s going to be weird about food. His expression softens as I carefully make my way through my breakfast. I note that he cleans his plate. He waits for me to finish, and then he clears my plate.

  “You cooked, I’ll clear.”

  “That’s very democratic.”

  “Yes.” He frowns. “Not my usual style. After I’ve done this, we’ll take a bath.”

  “Oh, okay.” Oh my… I’d much rather have a shower. My cell rings, interrupting my reverie. It’s Kate.

  “Hi.” I wander over to the glass doors of the balcony, away from him.

  “Ana, why didn’t you text last night?” She’s angry.

  “I’m sorry, I was overtaken by events.”

  “You’re okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  “Did you?” She’s fishing for information. I roll my eyes at the expectation in her voice.

  “Kate, I don’t want to talk over the phone.” Christian glances up at me.

  “You did… I can tell.”

  How can she tell? She’s bluffing, and I can’t talk about this. I’ve signed a damned agreement.

  “Kate, please.”

  “What was it like? Are you okay?”

  “I’ve told you I’m okay.”

  “Was he gentle?”

  “Kate, please!” I can’t hide my exasperation.

  “Ana, don’t hold out on me, I’ve been waiting for this day for nearly four years.”

  “I’ll see you this evening.” I hang up.

  That is going to be one difficult square to circle. She’s so tenacious, and she wants to know – in detail, and I can’t tell her because I’ve signed a – what was it called? NDA.

  She’ll freak and rightly so. I need a plan. I head back to watch Christian move gracefully around his kitchen.

  “The NDA, does it cover everything?” I ask tentatively.

  “Why?” he turns and gazes at me while putting the Twinings away. I flush.

  “Well, I have a few questions, you know, about sex.” I stare down at my fingers. “And I’d like to ask Kate.”

  “You can ask me.”

  “Christian, with all due respect.” My voice fades. I can’t ask you. I’ll get your biased, kinky-as-hell, distorted world-view regarding sex. I want an impartial opinion. “It’s just about mechanics. I won’t mention the Red Room of Pain.”

  He raises his eyebrows.

  “Red Room of Pain? It’s mostly about pleasure, Anastasia. Believe me,” he says.

  “Besides,” his tone is harsher. “Your room-mate is making the beast with two backs with my brother. I’d really rather you didn’t.”

  “Does your family know about your… um predilection?”

  “No. It’s none of their business.” He saunters toward me until he’s standing in front of me.

  “What do you want to know?” he asks, and raising his hand runs his fingers gently down my cheek to my chin, tilting my head back so he can look directly into my eyes. I squirm inwardly. I cannot lie to this man.

  “Nothing specific at the moment,” I whisper.

  “Well, we can start with – how was last night for you?” His eyes burn, filled with curiosity. He’s anxious to know. Wow.

  “Good,” I murmur.

  His lips lift slightly.

  “Me too,” he murmurs. “I’ve never had vanilla sex before. There’s a lot to be said for it. But then, maybe it’s because it’s with you.” He runs his thumb across my lower lip.

  I inhale sharply. Vanilla sex?

  “Come, let’s have a bath.” He leans down and kisses me. My heart leaps and desire pools way down low… way down there.

  The bath is a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very designer. Christian leans over and fills it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He pours some expensive l
ooking bath oil into the water. It foams as the bath fills and smells of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stands and gazes at me, his eyes dark, then peels his t-shirt off and casts it on the floor.

  “Miss Steele.” He holds his hand out.

  I’m standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and wary, my arms wrapped around myself. I step forward while surreptitiously admiring his physique. He is just yummy. My subconscious swoons and passes out somewhere in the back of my head. I take his hand, and he bids me to step into the bath while I am still wearing his shirt. I do as I’m told. I’ll have to get used to it if I’m going to take him up on his outrageous offer… if! The water is enticingly hot.

  “Turn around, face me,” he orders, his voice soft. I do as I’m bid. He’s watching me intently.

  “I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it?” he says through clenched teeth. “You chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you’re sore, okay?”

  I gasp, automatically unlocking my lip, shocked.

  “Yeah,” he challenges. “Got the picture.” He glares at me. I nod frantically . I had no idea I could affect him so.

  “Good.” He reaches forward and takes my iPod out of the breast pocket, and he puts it by the sink.

  “Water and iPods – not a clever combination,” he mutters. He reaches down, grasps the hem of my white shirt, lifts it above my head, and discards it on the floor.

  He stands back to gaze at me. I’m naked for heaven’s sake. I flush crimson and stare down at my hands, level with the base of my belly, and I desperately want to disappear into the hot water and foam, but I know he won’t want that.

  “Hey,” he summons me. I peek up at him, and his head is cocked to one side. “Anastasia, you’re a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don’t hang your head like you’re ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s a real joy to stand here and gaze at you.” He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up to reach his eyes. They are soft and warm, heated even. Oh my. He’s so close. I could just reach up and touch him.

  “You can sit down now.” He halts my scattered thoughts, and I scoot down into the warm, welcoming water. Ooh… it stings. Which takes me by surprise, but it smells heavenly too, and the initial smarting pain soon ebbs away. I lie back and briefly close my eyes, relaxing in the soothing warmth. When I open them, he is gazing down at me.

  “Why don’t you join me?” I ask, bravely I think – my voice husky.

  “I think I will. Move forward,” he orders.

  He strips out of his PJ pants and climbs in behind me. The water rises as he sits and pulls me against his chest. He places his long legs over mine, his knees bent and his ankles level with mine, and he pulls his feet apart, opening my legs. I gasp in surprise. His nose is in my hair and he inhales deeply.

  “You smell so good, Anastasia.”

  A tremor runs through my whole body. I am naked, in a bath with Christian Grey.

  He’s naked. If someone had told me I’d be doing this when I woke up in his hotel suite yesterday, I would not have believed them.

  He reaches for a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf beside the bath and squirts some into his hand. He rubs his hands together, creating a soft, foaming lather, and he closes his hands around my neck and starts to rub the soap into my neck and shoulders, massaging firmly with his long, strong fingers. I groan. His hands on me feel good.

  “You like that?” I hear his smile.

  “Hmm.”

  He moves down my arms, then under them to my underarms washing gently. I’m so glad Kate insisted I shave. His hands glide across to my breasts, and I inhale sharply as his fingers encircle them and start kneading gently, taking no prisoners. My body bows instinctively, pushing my breasts into his hands. My nipples are tender. Very tender, no doubt from his less-than-delicate treatment of them last night. He doesn’t linger long and glides his hands down to my stomach and belly. My breathing increases, and my heart is racing. His growing erection presses against my behind. It’s such a turn-on knowing that it’s my body making him feel this way. Ha… not your mind. My subconscious sneers. I shake off the unwelcome thought.

  He stops and reaches for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting… needing. My hands rest on his firm, muscular thighs. Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leans down and washes between my legs. I hold my breath. His fingers skillfully stimulating me through the cloth, it’s heavenly, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my head back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorably inside me … oh my.

  “Feel it, baby,” Christian whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Feel it for me.” My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.

  “Oh… please,” I whisper. I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.

  “I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he stops. What! No! No! No!

  My breathing is ragged.

  “Why are you stopping?” I gasp.

  “Because I have other plans for you Anastasia.”

  What… oh my… but… I was… that’s not fair.

  “Turn around. I need washing, too,” he murmurs.

  Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp.

  My mouth drops open.

  “I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”

  It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips. I glance up at him and come face to face with his wicked grin. He’s enjoying my astounded expression. I realize that I’m staring. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’t seem possible. He wants me to touch him. Hmm… okay, bring it on.

  I smile at him and reach for the body wash, squirting some soap onto my hand. I do as he’s done, lathering the soap in my hands until they are foamy. I do not take my eyes off his. My lips are parted to accommodate my breathing… very deliberately I gently bite my bottom lip and then run my tongue across it, tracing where my teeth have been. His eyes are serious and dark, and they widen as my tongue skims my lower lip. I reach forward and place one of my hands around him, mirroring how he’s holding himself. His eyes close briefly. Wow… feels much firmer than I expect. I squeeze, and he places his hand over mine.“Like this,” he whispers, and he moves his hand up and down with a firm grip round my fingers, and my fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray. “That’s right, baby.”

  He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth… hmm. I remember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth drops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.

  “Whoa… Ana.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder.

  Hmm… he’s soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty

  – salty and smooth.

  “Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again.

  Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs
my pigtails and starts to really move.

  “Oh… baby… that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.

  “Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers.

  Hmm… I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey flavor popsicle. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. Hmm… I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

  “Anastasia, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth... oh my.

  Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge.

  He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart in the bath because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Ana… that was… good, really good, unexpected though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.”

  I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively.

  “Have you done that before?”

  “No.” And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial.

  “Good,” he says complacently and, I think, relieved. “Yet another first, Miss Steele.”

  He looks appraisingly at me. “Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let’s go to bed, I owe you an orgasm.”

  Orgasm! Another one!

 

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