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Take your filthy paws off my son, you whore, and get out of my house-now! She hisses through gritted teeth.
I smile at the thought. And finally, there's a key. "To my heart and soul," he whispers. Tears prick my eyes. I launch myself at him, curling my arms around his neck and settling into his lap. "It's such a thoughtful present. I love it. Thank you," I murmur against his ear. Oh, he smells so good - clean, of fresh linen, body wash, and Christian. Like home, my home. My threatened tears begin to fall.
I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly, holding myself together. I miss him. I really miss him ... I love him. Simple.
I had no idea you'd all be so worried.
I haven't mentioned her to Flynn, and I'm glad because I'm now behaving like a stalker. Perhaps I should let him know.
We didn't-?" I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can't complete the question. I stare at my hands.
"Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive," he says dryly.
I don't want to hurt you, but I'm more than happy to play.
I love you Anastasia
Men aren't really complicated, Ana, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said - when really it's obvious. If I were you, I'd take him literally. That might help.
Peeled gingerroot inserted in her ass so she can't clench her buttocks,
I hunt in the refrigerator and find some maple syrup.
To: Christian Grey
So you're my boss now," I snap.
"Technically, I'm you're boss's boss's boss."
"And technically, it's gross moral turpitude- the fact that i am fucking my boss's boss's boss."
"At the moment, you're arguing with him." Christian scowls.
Whoa. I've never heard him sing, not even in the shower, ever. I frown. He has a lovely voice - of course. Hmm ... has he heard me sing?
He wouldn't be asking you to marry him if he had! My subconscious has her arms crossed and is wearing Burberry check ... jeez.
I imagine fucking that mouth to distract myself from all thoughts of hunger. Yes, her mouth needs training, and I imagine her on her knees before me. Now, that thought is appealing.
- "Why don't you like to be touched?"
- "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia
My world was ordered, calm, and controlled, then you came into my life with your smart mouth, your innocence, your beauty, and your quiet temerity ... and everything before you was just dull, empty, mediocre ... it was nothing.
Holy cow, he's so fucking sexy.
Supposing I've said I hate him, or worse still, that I love him, in my sleep.
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Know some hunky guys, she hisses conspiratorially
My boss is like an angry bear with a sore head and poison ivy up his ass.
Christian Grey just sent me a winkey ... Oh my. I fire up Google.
I am crying over the loss of something I never had.
My blood singing as it courses through my body,
I flush at the waywardness of my subconscious - she's doing her happy dance in a bright red hula skirt
"Grey - you're on my shit list and I'm watching you.
Sleep now, gorgeous girl, he whispers, and he kisses my hair.
He's naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.
I will punish you when you require it, and it will be painful.
I will lay my world at your feet, Anastasia. I want you, body and soul, forever.
You intoxicate me, Miss Steele, and you calm me. Such a heady combination.
He's like several different people in one body. Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that.
That scares me ... you scare me ... I am completly caught up in your spell, considering a lifestyle with you that I didn't even know existed until last week, and then you write something like that and I want to run screaming into the hills. I won't of course, because I'd miss you. Really miss you. I want us to work, but I am terrified of the dept of feeling I have for you and the dark path you're leading me down. What you are offering is erotic and sexy, and I'm curious, but I'm also scared you'll hurt me- physically and emotionally. After threee months you could say good-bye, and where will that leave me if you do?
I flush,and my inner goddess grabs a rose between her teeth and starts to tango.
A man of your advanced years is surely a little deaf." "Sorry, could you speak up? I can't hear you.
Well, Mrs. Grey, you're in luck. I'm taking requests today.
Covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel
Oh Ana!" he cries out loudly as he finds his release, holding me in place as he pours himself into me. He collapses, panting hard beside me, and he pulls me on top of him and buries his face in my hair, hold me close. "Oh baby," he breathes. "Welcome to my world.
What! Sex in the car? Can't we just do it on the cool marble of the lobby floor ... please?
Ana's thoughts
That's what I do, and I do it well. It's nothing to do with luck!
I turn over and lie flat on my back,staring at the ceiling. When she slept beside me, I slept well. I need her in my life, in my bed. She was the day to my night. I'm going to get her back.
Veneration. It's as if he's worshipping me. He teases me
I nod, and taking my tea, I head into the library. It's my refuge. I dig my BlackBerry out of my purse and contemplate calling Christian. I know it's a shock for him - but he really did overreact. When does he not overreact?
He's Excited. Like a small boy, he's iridescent with anticipation and excitement. It makes me smile.
I ignore the mention of the bitch-troll.
My mother had a mantra: musical instrument, foreign language, martial art.
My inner goddess is celebrating her inner bitch
He smirks and cranks his glorious smile up another notch so it's in full HD IMAX.
I want your world to begin and end with me.
It's the way I am."
"How did you become this way?"
"Why is anyone the way they are? That's kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese? Mrs. Jones - my housekeeper - has left this for supper." He takes some large, white plates from a cupboard and places one in front of me. We're talking about cheese ... Holy crap.
Your stepfather? I'd like to meet him."
Oh no ... why?
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
Christian unlocks the door, his mouth in a grim line.
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"No!" It's my turn to sound exasperated. "Introduce you to my dad as what? 'This is the man who deflowered me and wants to start a BDSM relationship'. You're not wearing running shoes.
He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something building deep inside me, like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body quivers, bows; a sheen of sweat gathers over me. Oh my ... I didn't know it would
I'm intoxicated with this man, my man, my Fifty Shades.
You can't write things like that to me - bound and gagged in a crate. (Were you serious or was it a joke?) That scares me ... you scare me ... I am completely caught up in your spell, considering a lifestyle with you that I didn't even know existed until last week, and then you write something like that and I want to run screaming into the hills. I won't, of course, because I'd miss you. Really miss you. I want us to work, but I am terrified of the depth of feeling I have for you and the dark path you're leading me down.
I need to walk before I can run
Each day will be darker and emptier, because she's no longer in it.
No ... Ana. Don't go.
"Good-bye, Christian."
"Ana ... good-bye."
The doors close, and she's gone.
I sink slowly to the floor and put my head in my hands. The void is now cavernous and aching, overwhelming me.
Grey, what the hell have you done?!
I take a deep breath. It doesn't begin to fill the void in my chest, a void that's been present since Saturday morning, a painful hollow reminder of my loss.
I want to stay in her mind. I need to stay in her mind.
With one last lingering look at Anastasia Steele - the first woman I've ever slept with - I head out for my run.
I DO NOT SNORE. And if I do, it's very ungallant of you to point it out.
I still want more," I whisper. "I know," he says. "I'll try." I blink up at him, and he reliquishes my hand and pulls at my chin, releasing my trapped lip. "For you, Anastasia, I will try.
You are one fucked up son of a bitch! - Anastasia Steele
I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.
Anastasia," I say, in good-bye. "Christian," she answers, her voice soft.
This is all I know, too. Perhaps together we can chart a new course.
We aim to please
What is the appropriate response to finding out a potential lover is a complete freaky sadist or masochist?
His words make sense. He's not the man for me. This is what he meant, and it makes his rejection to accept ... almost. I can live with this. I understand.
Elena, we have a business relationship which has profited us both immensely. Let's keep it that way. What was between us is part of past. Anastasia is my future, and I won't jeopardize it in any way, so cut the fucking crap.
I feel the familiar pull - I am drawn, Icarus to his sun. I have been burned already, and yet here I am again.
~Anastasia
You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me.
"I used your toothbrush."
His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?
The panic that's gonna kill you or get you seriously hurt,
He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he's got both of my hands in one of his in a vise-like grip above my head, and he's pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit. His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It's only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance that's all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I'm helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his hips restraining me. His erection is against my belly. Oh my ... He wants me. Christian Grey, Greek god, wants me, and I want him, here ... now, in the elevator.
Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
Only when the last leaf has fallen, the last tree has died, and the last fish been caught will we realize that we cannot eat money.
I know I've not had these things in my past, but I want them in my future.
Woke me up," she whispers. "I'm sure it did." I'm fascinated. "What were you dreaming about?" "You," she says in a small voice.
My inner goddess fist-pumps the air above her chaise lounge.
My favorite sound in the whole world is your giggle, Anastasia.
Taylor: He's been hell on wheels the last few days. Glad we're here.
Calling to the gods, she's every inch a goddess.
I need you more, Anastasia. These last few days have been purgatory. All my instinct tell me to let you go, tell me I don't deserve you.
Stow your twitchy palm!
Why, oh why have I fallen for someone who is plain crazy - beautiful, sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus, and crazy with a capital K?
It's about gaining your trust and your respect, so you'll let me exert my will over you.
You dazzle me so much I find it very difficult to think clearly when we're together.
Language evolves and moves on. It is an organic thing. It is not stuck in an ivory tower, hung with expensive works of art and overlooking most of Seattle with a helipad stuck on its roof.
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Anastasia, I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I don't do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer clear of me." He closes his eyes as if in defeat. "There's something about you, though,and I'm finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you've figured that out already.
Don't place some vague moral judgment on yourself based on what others might think.
Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch.
I think the interview went well, but it's so hard to say. Interviews seem such artificial situations; everyone on their best behavior trying desperately to hide behind a professional fa
Life is never going to be boring with Christian, and I'm in this for the long haul. I love this man: my husband, my lover, father of my child, my sometimes Dominant ... ... my Fifty Shades.
I have fallen for someone who's so emotionally shut down, I will only get hurt- deep down I know this- someone who by his own admission is completely fucked up.
You certainly know how to silence a room." -Ana
"I do it all the time", he says, and he grins at me.
And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the music ... so much music-I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.
Yet today, for the first time ever, I feel lonely and uncomfortable here, unhappy with my own company
I am not a child, Christian."
"Well, stop acting like one.