Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

for the first time, I notice he has a few random and faint small, round scars dotted around his chest. Chicken pox? Measles? 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 mouth 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.”
    I blink at him. Praying! Praying for you to go easy on me. I do as I’m told. He takes a cable tie and fastens it around my wrists, tightening the plastic. Holy hell. My eyes fly to his.
    “Look familiar?” he asks, unable to conceal his smile.
    Jeez… the plastic cable ties. Restocking at Clayton’s! It all becomes clear. I gape up at him as adrenaline spikes though my body anew. Okay – that’s got my attention – I’m awake now.
    “I have scissors here.” He holds them up for me to see. “I can cut you out of this in a moment.”
    I try to pull my wrists apart, testing my bonds, and as I do, the plastic bites into my flesh. It’s sore, but if I relax my wrists they’re fine – the tie is not cutting into my skin.
    “Come.” He takes my hands and leads me over to the four-poster bed. I notice now that it has dark red sheets on it and a shackle at each corner.
    “I want more – much, much more,” he leans down and whispers in my ear.
    And my heartbeat starts pounding again. Oh boy.
    “But I’ll make this quick. You’re tired. Hold on to the post,” he says.
    I frown. Not on the bed then? I find I can part my hands as I grasp the ornately carved wooden post.
    “Lower,” he orders. “Good. Don’t let go. If you do, I’ll spank you. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good.”
    He stands behind me and grasps my hips, and then quickly lifts me backward so I’m bending forward, holding the post.
    “Don’t let go, Anastasia,” he warns. “I’m going to fuck you hard from behind. Hold the post to support your weight. Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    He smacks me across my behind with his hand. Ow … It stings.
    “Yes, Sir,” I mutter quickly.
    “Part your legs.” He puts his leg between mine, and holding my hips, he pushes my right leg to the side.
    “That’s better. After this, I’ll let you sleep.”
    Sleep? I’m panting. I’m not thinking of sleep now. He reaches up and gently strokes my back.
    “You have such beautiful skin, Anastasia,” he breathes as he bends down and kisses me along my spine, gentle feather-light kisses. At the same time, his hands move round to my front, palming my breasts, and as he does this he traps my nipples between his fingers and tugs them gently.
    I stifle my moan as I feel my whole body respond, coming alive once more for him.
    He gently bites and sucks me at my waist, tugging my nipples, and my hands tighten on the exquisitely carved post. His hands drop away, and I hear the now familiar tear of foil, and he kicks off his jeans.
    “You have such a captivating, sexy ass, Anastasia Steele. What I’d like to do to it.” His hands smooth and shape each of my buttocks, then his fingers glide down, and he slips two fingers inside me.
    “So wet. You never disappoint, Miss Steele,” he whispers, and I hear the wonder in his voice. “Hold tight… this is going to be quick, baby.”
    He grabs my hips and positions himself, and I brace myself for his assault. But he reaches over me and grabs my braid near the end and winds it round his wrist to my nape holding my head in place. Very slowly he eases into me, pulling my hair at