fifty-shades-of-grey

“A joke?” His voice is menacingly soft.“Yes. Please, Christian,” I beseech him.“Are you laughing now?”“No,” I mewl.I am just one ball of sexual, tense, need. He stares down at me for a moment, measuringmy need, then he grabs me suddenly and flips me over. It takes me by surprise, andbecause my hands are tied, I have to support myself on my elbows. He pushes both myknees up the bed so my behind is in the air, and he slaps me hard. Before I can react, heplunges inside me. I cry out – from the slap and from his sudden assault, and I come instantlyagain and again, falling apart beneath him as he continues to slam deliciously intome. He doesn’t stop. I’m spent. I can’t take this… and he pounds on and on and on... thenI’m building again… surely not… no…“Come on, Anastasia, again,” he growls through clenched teeth, and unbelievably, mybody responds, convulsing around him as I climax anew, calling out his name. I shatteragain into tiny fragments, and Christian stills, finally letting go, silently finding his release.He collapses on top of me, breathing hard.“How nice was that?” he asks through his gritted teeth.Oh my.I lie panting and spent on the bed, eyes closed as he slowly pulls out of me. He risesimmediately and dresses. When he’s fully clothed, he climbs back on the bed and gentlyundoes his tie and pulls my t-shirt off. I flex my fingers and rub my wrists, smiling at thewoven pattern imprinted on my wrists from the tie. I re-adjust my bra as he pulls the duvetand quilt over me. I stare up at him completely dazed, and he smirks down at me.“That was really nice,” I whisper, smiling coyly.“There’s that word again.”“You don’t like that word?”“No. It doesn’t do it for me at all.”“Oh – I don’t know… it seems to have a very beneficial effect on you.”“I’m a beneficial effect, now am I? Could you wound my ego any further, Miss Steele?”“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your ego.” But even as I say it, I don’t feelthe conviction of my words - something elusive crosses my mind, a fleeting thought, butit’s lost before I can grasp it.“You think?” His voice is soft. He’s lying beside me, fully clothed, his head proppedup on his elbow, and I am only wearing my bra.“Why don’t you like to be touched?”“I just don’t.” He reaches over and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “So, that emailwas your idea of a joke.”I smile apologetically at him and shrug.“I see. So you are still considering my proposition?”“Your indecent proposal… yes I am. I have issues though.”He grins down at me as if relieved.“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”“I was going to email them to you, but you kind of interrupted me.”“Coitus Interruptus.”