Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

the same time… oh, the fullness. He eases out of me slowly, and his other hand grabs my hip, holding tight, and then he slams into me, jolting me forward.
    “Hold on, Anastasia!” he shouts through clenched teeth.
    I grip harder round the post and push back against him as he continues his merciless onslaught, again and again, his fingers digging into my hip. My arms are aching, my legs feel uncertain, my scalp is getting sore from his tugging my hair… and I can feel a gathering deep inside me. Oh no… and for the first time, I fear my orgasm… if I come… I’ll collapse. Christian continues to move roughly against me, in me, his breathing harsh, moaning, groaning. My body is responding… how? I feel a quickening. But suddenly, Christian stills, slamming really deep.
    “Come on, Ana, give it to me,” he groans, and my name on his lips sends me over the edge as I become all body and spiraling sensation and sweet, sweet release, and then completely and utterly mindless.
    When sense returns, I’m lying on him. He’s on the floor, and I’m lying on top of him, my back to his front, and I’m staring at the ceiling, all post-coital, glowing, shattered. Oh… the carabiners, I think absently – I’d forgotten about those. Christian nuzzles my ear.
    “Hold up your hands,” he says softly.
    My arms feel like they’re made of lead, but I hold them up. He wields the scissors and passes one blade under the plastic.
    “I declare this Ana open,” he breathes, and cuts the plastic.
    I giggle and rub my wrists as they’re freed. I feel his grin.
    “That is such a lovely sound,” he says wistfully. He sits suddenly, taking me with him so that I’m once more sitting in his lap.
    “That’s my fault,” he says and shifts me so that he can rub my shoulders and arms. Gently he massages some life back into my limbs
    What?
    I glance up at him behind me, trying to understand what he means.
    “That you don’t giggle more often.”
    “I’m not a great giggler,” I mumble sleepily.
    “Oh, but when it happens, Miss Steele, ‘tis a wonder and joy to behold.”
    “Very flowery, Mr. Grey,” I mutter, trying to keep my eyes open.
    His eyes soften, and he smiles.
    “I’d say you’re thoroughly fucked and in need of sleep.”
    “That wasn’t flowery at all,” I grumble playfully.
    He grins and gently lifts me off him and stands, gloriously naked. I wish momentarily that I were more awake to really appreciate him. Picking up his jeans, he slides them back on, commando.
    “Don’t want to frighten Taylor, or Mrs. Jones for that matter,” he mutters.
    Hmm… they must know what a kinky bastard he is. The thought preoccupies me.
    He stoops to help me to my feet and leads me to the door, on the back of which hangs a grey waffle robe. He patiently dresses me as if I’m a small child. I don’t have the strength to lift my arms. When I’m covered and respectable, he leans down and kisses me gently, his mouth quirks up in a smile.
    “Bed,” he says.
    Oh… no…
    “For sleep,” he adds reassuringly when he sees my expression.
    Suddenly, he scoops me up and carries me curled against his chest to the room along the corridor where earlier today Dr. Greene examined me. My head drops against his chest. I am exhausted. I don’t remember ever being this tired. Pulling back the duvet, he lays me down, and even more surprisingly, climbs in beside me and holds me close.
    “Sleep now, gorgeous girl,” he whispers, and he kisses my hair.
    And before I can make a facetious comment, I’m asleep.

Soft lips brush across my temple, leaving sweet tender kisses in their wake, and part of me wants to turn and respond, but mostly I want to stay asleep. I moan and burrow into my pillow.
    “Anastasia, wake up.” Christian’s voice is soft, cajoling.
    “No,” I moan.
    “We have to leave in half an hour for dinner at my parents’.” He’s amused.
    I open my eyes reluctantly. It’s dusk outside. Christian is leaning over, gazing at me intently.
    “Come on sleepyhead. Get up.” He stoops down and kisses me again.
    “I’ve brought you a drink. I’ll be downstairs. Don’t go back to sleep, or you’ll be in trouble,” he threatens, but his tone is mild. He kisses me briefly and exits, leaving me blinking sleep from my eyes in the cool, stark room.
    I’m refreshed but suddenly nervous. Holy cow, I am meeting his folks! He’s just worked me over with a riding crop and tied me up using a cable tie which I sold him,