My mouth drops to the floor. The attic is unrecognizable. The room is filled with flowers …there are flowers everywhere. Someone has created a magical bower of beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing fairy lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale round the room.
My face whips round to meet his, and he’s gazing at me, his expression unreadable. He shrugs.
“You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs. I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.
“And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence. “Christian, it’s lovely.” I can’t think of what else to say. My heart is in my mouth as tears prick my eyes.
k now we’re at the end of the book where we find out OMG!!! ana’s old pervy sexual blackmailing boss was the one responsible for what happened to christian’s helicopter, and he’s not done!
he will have his revenge!!!
“I remember the last time you took me to the boathouse.” Christian chuckles quietly.
“Oh, that was fun. In fact …” He suddenly stops and scoops me over his shoulder, and I squeal, though we don’t have far to go.
“You were really angry, if I remember correctly,” I gasp.
“Anastasia, I’m always really angry.”
PLOT TWIST: CHRISTIAN GREY IS BRUCE BANNER, TXT IT
“So beautiful,” he murmurs and suddenly he gently pushes an anointed finger inside me … there! Into my backside. Fuck. It feels alien, full, forbidden … but oh … so … good. And he moves slowly, easing in and out, while his teeth graze my upturned chin.
“So beautiful, Ana.” I’m suspended high—high above a wide, wide ravine, and I’m soaring then falling giddily at the same time, plunging to the Earth. I can hold on no more, and I scream as my body convulses and climaxes at the overwhelming fullness. As my body explodes, I’m nothing but sensation—everywhere. Christian releases first one and then the other clamp, causing my nipples to sing with a surge of sweet, sweet painful feeling, but it’s oh-so-good and causing my orgasm, this orgasm, to go on and on. His finger stays where it is, gently easing in and out.
“Argh!” I cry out, and Christian wraps himself around me, holding me, as my body continues to pulse mercilessly inside.
What’s he going to do? His other hand glides down my belly to my sex, palming me once more. He eases his fingers inside me, and I moan loudly, appreciatively.
“I’m going to put this inside you,” he murmurs. “Not here.” His fingers trail between my buttocks, spreading oil. “But here.” He moves his fingers round and round, in and out, hitting the front wall of my vagina. I moan and my restrained nipples swell.
“Hush now.” Christian removes his fingers and slides the object into me. He cups my face and kisses me, his mouth invading mine, and I hear a very faint click.
Instantly the plug inside me starts to vibrate— down there! I gasp. The feeling is extraordinary—beyond anything I’ve felt before.
Oh I forgot this broad never masturbated before
Congrats bitch, it’s a vibrator
“Anastasia, these objects.” He holds up the butt plug.
“This is a size too big. As an anal virgin, you don’t want to start with this. We want to start with this.” He holds up his pinky finger, and I gasp, shocked.
Fingers … there? He smirks at me, and the unpleasant thought of the anal fisting mentioned in the contract comes to mind.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
he stolled in the door 8 hours later while his family is there shitting bricks and is all oh sry my helicopter’s tail caught fire and after I landed and put it out my cell died and I had to get a ride back down to seattle from portland from a passing truck driver nbd
50 shades of BORING
“I can’t reach Christian. I hope he’s okay.”
“He’ll be fine. Like another beer?”
Kate leans across. “Ethan says some mad stalker exgirlfriend was in the apartment with a gun?”
“Well … yeah.” I shrug apologetically. Oh jeez—do we have to do this now?
“Ana—what the hell’s been going on?” Kate stops abruptly and checks her phone.
“Hi, baby,” she says when she answers it. Baby! She frowns and looks at me. “Sure,” she says and turns to me. “It’s Elliot … he wants to talk to you.”
“Ana.” Elliot’s voice is clipped and quiet, and my scalp prickles ominously.
“It’s Christian. He’s not back from Portland.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“His helicopter has gone missing.”
“Charlie Tango?” I whisper as all the breath leaves my body. “No!”
MADRE DE DIOS
THE PLOT, SHE IS THICKENING
anyway back to business
He pulls his lower lip with his thumb and index finger. His mouth is so distracting. I want it on me. He’s watching me intently, his eyes dark gray. My mouth goes dry. He smiles a slow sexy smile.
“We will fuck in the car at a time and place of my choosing. Right now, I want to take you on every available surface of my apartment.” It’s like he’s addressing me below the waist … my inner goddess performs four arabesques and a pas de Basque.
“Yes.” Jeez, I sound so breathy, desperate. He leans forward a fraction. I close my eyes, waiting for his kiss, thinking—finally. But nothing happens. After a moment, I open my eyes to find him gazing at me. I can’t figure out what he’s thinking, but before I can say anything, he distracts me once more.
“If I kiss you now we won’t make it into the apartment. Come.” Gah! Could this man be any more frustrating?
I pick up an asparagus stalk, gaze sideways at him from beneath my lashes, then dip the asparagus into the hollandaise sauce, swirling the tip round and round.
“You’re not turning the tables on me, Miss Steele.” Smirking he reaches over and takes the spear from me—amazingly and annoyingly managing not to touch me again. No, this isn’t right—this is not going
according to plan. Gah!
“Open your mouth,” he commands. I am losing this battle of wills. I glance up at him again, and his eyes blaze bright gray. Parting my lips a fraction I run my tongue across my lower lip. Christian smiles and his eyes darken further.
“Wider,” he breathes, his lips parting so that I can see his tongue. I groan inwardly and bite my bottom lip, then do as he asks. I hear his sharp intake of breath—he’s not so immune. Good, I am finally getting to him. My inner goddess fist-pumps the air above her chaise longue.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I take the spear in my mouth, and suck, gently …delicately … on the end. The hollandaise sauce is mouthwatering. I bite down, moaning quietly in appreciation. Christian closes his eyes. Yes! When he opens them again, his pupils have dilated.
dat hollandaise so sexy
My inner goddess is on her knees, naked except for her panties—begging. He runs his hand up and down his thigh, lifts it, then places it back where it was.
The waiter tops up our champagne glasses and whisks away our plates. Moments later he’s back with our entrée, sea bass— I don’t believe it—served with asparagus, sautéed potatoes, and a hollandaise sauce.
“A favorite of yours, Mr. Grey?”
“Most definitely, Miss Steele. Though I believe it was cod at the Heathman.” His hand moves up and down his thigh. My breathing spikes, but still he doesn’t touch me. It’s so frustrating. I try to concentrate on our conversation.
“I seem to remember we were in a private dining room then, discussing contracts.”
“Happy days,” he says, smirking. “This time I hope to get to fuck you.” He moves his hand to pick up his knife.
until tomorrow, my friends
that can’t be healthy
My back arches as I try to absorb the sensations.
“Oh, Christian,” I cry.
“I know, baby,” he whispers, and to ease up on me, he blows softly on the most sensitive part of my body.
“Arrgh! Please!” I beg.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes as he kisses me behind my ear. I feel his erection, firm and hard, straining against me. I want him—in my mouth. I step back abruptly and drop to my knees.
“Whoa?” he gasps. I tug his pants and boxers sharply, and he springs
free. Before he can stop me, I take him into my mouth, sucking hard, enjoying his shocked astonishment as his mouth drops open. He gazes down at me, watching my every move, eyes so dark and filled with carnal bliss. Oh my.
I sheath my teeth and suck harder. He closes his eyes and surrenders to this blissful carnal pleasure is so arousing. I know what I do to him, and it’s hedonistic, liberating, and sexy as hell. The feeling is heady, I’m not just powerful—I’m omniscient.
“Fuck,” he hisses and gently cradles my head, flexing his hips so he moves deeper inside my mouth. Oh yes, I want this and I swirl my tongue around him, pulling hard …over and over.
“Ana.” He tries to step back.
Oh no you don’t, Grey. I want you. I grab his hips firmly, doubling my efforts, and I can tell he’s close.
“Please,” he pants. “I’m gonna come, Ana,” he groans. Good. My inner goddess’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, and he comes, loudly and wetly, into my mouth.