fifty-shades-of-grey

My mouth closes around the crop as my eyes lock on his. I can taste the rich leatherand the saltiness of my arousal. His eyes are blazing. He’s in his element.He pulls the tip from my mouth, and he stands forward and grabs me and kisses mehard, his tongue invading my mouth. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me againsthim. His chest crushes mine, and I itch to touch, but I can’t, my hands, useless above me.“Oh, Anastasia, you taste mighty fine,” he breathes. “Shall I make you come?”“Please,” I beg.The crop bites my buttock. Ow!“Please, what?”“Please, Sir,” I whimper.He smiles at me, triumphant.“With this?” He holds the crop up so I can see it.“Yes, Sir.”“Are you sure?” He looks sternly at me.“Yes, please, Sir.”“Close your eyes.”I shut the room out, him out… the crop out. He starts small, biting licks of the cropagainst my belly once more. Moving down, soft small licks against my clitoris, once,twice, three times, again and again, until finally, that’s it – I can take no more – and I come,gloriously, loudly, sagging weakly. His arms curl around me as my legs turn to jelly. I dissolvein his embrace, my head against his chest, and I’m mewling and whimpering as theaftershocks of my orgasm consume me. He lifts me, and suddenly we’re moving, my armsstill tethered above my head, and I can feel the cool wood of the polished cross at my back,and he’s popping the buttons on his jeans. He puts me down against the cross briefly whilehe slides on a condom, and then his hands wrap around my thighs as he lifts me again.“Lift your legs, baby, wrap them round me.”I feel so weak, but I do as he asks as he wraps my legs around his hips and positionshimself beneath me. With one thrust, he’s inside me, and I cry out again, listening to hismuffled moan at my ear. My arms are resting on his shoulders as he thrusts into me. Jeez,it’s deep this way. He thrusts again and again, his face at my neck, his harsh breathing atmy throat. I feel the build up again. Jeez no… not again… I don’t think my body will withstandanother earth-shattering moment. But I have no choice… and with an inevitabilitythat’s becoming familiar, I let go and come again, and it’s sweet and agonizing and intense.I lose all sense of self. Christian follows, shouting his release through clenched teeth andholding me hard and close as he does.He pulls out of me swiftly and sets me down against the cross, his body supportingmine. Unbuckling the cuffs, he frees my hands, and we both sink to the floor. He pullsme into his lap, cradling me, and I lean my head against his chest. If I had the strength, I’dtouch him, but I don’t. Belatedly, I realize he’s still wearing his jeans.“Well done, baby,” he murmurs. “Did that hurt?”“No,” I breathe. I can barely keep my eyes open. Why am I so tired?“Did you expect it to?” he whispers as he holds me close, his fingers pushing someescaped tendrils of hair off my face.“Yes.”