“Oh.” Ana looks disappointed.

“You want to tie me up?” I ask.

I’m not sure I could do that…not yet, anyway.

Ana blushes. “Well.”

“Ana, I—” That would mean complete loss of control, and total surrender. I offered that to her once before, and she didn’t want it. I’m not sure I could deal with that kind of rejection from her again. Besides, I’ve only just learned to tolerate—no, revel—in her touch. I don’t want to derail that.

“Christian,” she whispers, and scrambles up so she’s facing me. She places her palm on my cheek. “Christian, stop. It doesn’t matter. I thought that’s what you meant.”

Taking her hand, I place it on my chest, where beneath my skin and bone my heart is hammering with my anxiety. “Ana, I don’t know how I’d feel about you touching me if I were restrained.”

Her eyes grow wider.

“This is still too new.” I’m confessing my darkest fears to her again.

Ana leans toward me, and I don’t know what she’s going to do, but she kisses the corner of my mouth. “Christian, I got the wrong idea. Please don’t worry about it. Please don’t think about it.” She kisses me again, and I close my eyes and kiss her back, hungrily. I grab the back of her head, holding her in place, and press her into the mattress, banishing my demons as I do.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

in a stinging rebuke that silences the darkness with pain. Sweat beads on my brow. Such beautiful skin. She hits me again. Lower. And I pull against the restraints as the flogger sings its song across my belly. Fuck. She’s going lower. The pain will be hard to take. I steel myself. Waiting. Ana stands over me. She’s

Opening my eyes, I find I’m wrapped around Ana like swaddling, my head on her chest. My gray eyes meet sparkling summer blue. “Hi,” I murmur, delighted to see her.

“Hi.” My joy is mirrored in her face.

I kiss her there as the rest of my body wakes…fully. My hand skims over her hip. “What a tempting morsel you are,” I mutter. “But, tempting though you are”—the radio alarm reads 7:30—“I have to get up.” Reluctantly, I disentangle myself from my wife and climb out of bed. She puts her hands behind her head and watches me as I strip, teasing her top lip with her tongue.

“Admiring the view, Mrs. Grey?”

“It’s a mighty fine view, Mr. Grey.” Her mouth twists into a smug grin, so I throw my pajama pants at her.

She catches them,

To

off of her, kneel on the bed, and grab Ana’s ankles, drawing her toward me so that her nightgown rides up over her thighs, and up, and up, revealing my favorite

It’s a stimulating sound, and I lean down and start a path of kisses from her

Good morning, Ana.

Ah! She groans.

Mrs. Jones is busying herself in the kitchen when I stroll in. “Good morning, Mr. Grey. Coffee?”

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