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Saturday, June 20, 2015

GREY REVIEW and THE NEW YORK TIMES ARTICLE

~GREY Review-



With EL James new release of "Grey" readers get the opportunity to hear Christian's perspective from his point of view. In the original Fifty Shades Trilogy we were privy to Anastasia "Ana" Rose Steele Grey as the female protagonist's voice whose reflections were often a sounding board from her "Inner Goddess" as she maneuvered through the complexities of her first sexual encounter with a billionaire and a man trained in the Dominant/submissive culture who has been emotionally unavailable in his past as they develop deeper feelings for each other. 

Christian T. Grey's voice is one character's perspective readers have been itching to delve into since the excerpt was provided in the Trilogy. Now in "Grey" we are seeking to find his depth of character as the lead male protagonist, the Dominant voice who pursues the virginal Ana while he endeavors to command and leave his dark past and nightmares behind him in order to embrace a new love and a chance at Happily Ever After. 

As the author of the Echoes in Eternity (Book 1 in the Pella Series), I have been writing from the male protagonist’s perspective for over six years. You can see some pre-publishing chapters here and read more on Amazon.com:




I’ve always been a huge fan of EL James since she was writing her fan fiction “Master of the Universe”. I love the trilogy and adore Christian’s character which I had had studied in the last four years. As I read the book, I couldn't help but notice that Christian's voice and tone in "Grey" sometimes meshes from Ana's timbre. 

For example: “My scalp prickles.” (This is the voice of inner goddess/Ana, but Christian says it about 6 times throughout the book).
                                            
GREY states:
“ “How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please.” Because I don’t get it.
She’s in college— and from what I remember of college all the kids were fucking like rabbits.
All of them.
Except me.”

But that’s not true. For someone who was introduced to hardcore sex at the age of 15, he was having sex with Elena and often at her bidding. This statement should be describing Ana. She wasn’t having sex in college while her peers were.

The insecurities Anastasia has reflected in the original trilogy that she isn’t good enough for Christian or that she isn’t experienced, or that she may not meet Christian’s needs, switched voices and came through as Christian voice which constantly sees Ana as a flight risk because of his deficiencies.  

What the hell? “I don’t like to share, Miss Steele. Remember that.” I storm out of the room before I say anything else.
Is she hung up on him?
Was she just using me to break her in?

Clearly Ana wouldn’t use someone so advanced in sexual prowess to break her in for a man like Jose Rodriguez. This would be where Ana’s insecure word/pitch/voice/tone crossing over into Christian’s expressions. It’s a female tone. (“Am I being used for sex?”)

Christian should be strong, arrogant, confident, resolute then conflicted, intense, possessive as he battles with his former life style and philosophies since he has lived his life with contractual relationships with cursory care and feelings. The relationships around him (Dr. Flynn, Taylor, Bastille, and staffers close to him like Roz who don't fear him) should allow him to voice his turmoil, drives, impulses and his leadership choices in a distinctive tone and not melded with Ana's underlying sentiment. Christian is more experienced in some areas and learning in others (love, for instance). He should speak and his language should have a rougher rhythm. "I don't make love, I fuck HARD" blunt and to the point, no pussy footing. This took us by surprise and all the female readers were saying “Tell me more!” He takes a position, makes a decision, takes action and you feel it. There should be no ambivalence about his transition from being a wounded being to one healed by allowing love to release his inner demons. 

We, the readers love Christian. What it boils down to is that every woman has a version of Christian in her head which is why I wrote his point of view and you, the readers from 187 different countries came to read it. We are also a community who first came together because of Christian Grey. We invested our love and time in his character by studying it, discussing it, bringing him to life. We’ve bonded, made friends around the globe, met one another; heck, I went all the way down to Brazil after traveling 34 hours to meet my readers, and to me, that was amazing; a totally priceless experience! All due for a book some people hate! So, in the end, when people flock to the movie, or to see the author to get her autograph or to read Christian's point of view, it’s not just because it’s “just a book”; he personifies what the trilogy brought out to the surface in all of us. I will never forget when one of my Brazilian readers' husband said to me on the phone: “What you write, saved our marriage.” That’s good enough reason for me to continue writing him. It’s my community service, and my expression of his character, cementing our friendship, helping others to communicate in their bedrooms.

(My Brazilian sisters and I)













So, what’s the verdict? Read it in New York Times!  A Walk in The Clouds blog and I are in the following review:









Friday, June 19, 2015

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ENGLISH BOOKS

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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Book V - Chapter IV - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction

Chapter IV

Love me Tender, Love me Hard

Kiss me hot, heavy, wet and angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for more. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like you do when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing rock hard love muscle made you too weak in the knees. Your mind is melting fast, your soul is whispering trust, your eyes are begging please and your anger has turned to lust. Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again. 



My parents don’t say anything. They are equally livid. Both Kate and Elliot follow me to my office. As soon as I close the door behind, I turn around.
“Butt the fuck out of our business, our lives, Katherine! I will not warn you again. You will never upset my wife this way. You are supposed to be a member of this family! How can we trust you to be a part of us? We can leave the paparazzi outside when they chase us. We can ignore the reporters. If they get nosy, my lawyers deal with them. You are a Trojan horse!”
“Christian, that’s harsh. She just has a natural tendency to ask questions.” Elliot interjects.
“No one is questioning her natural tendency. She’s writing a story about an insignificant man and tying it to the worst thing we ever lived in our lives only three weeks ago. Let me find out once and for all: Are we to limit our interaction with our family so we’re not treated as potential news? Has the expression ‘in confidence’ lost its meaning to you, Kate? Shall I worry that if my wife was to ever confide in you, we might see it in the paper the next day?” I know it’s accusatory and she would never do that, but sometimes there’s only one way to get through to someone. “Know this:” I continue. “I will not allow you or anyone else sell news at the expense of my wife or my baby. Now, are we a family or should I refer to you to my lawyers?” My question is directed to Kate. She flinches as if I slapped her.
“We are a family, Christian. I know that sometimes I ask probing questions like a reporter would, but that’s only habit. My editor was very reluctant to give me the assignment because I’m a Grey. But it’s better that I take it than someone else who can actually hurt my friend. I’m not the enemy Christian. I really love my friend and I’d do anything to prevent her from getting hurt,” she says genuinely.  
“Be that as it may, Kate, you have upset Ana, and this isn’t the first time you tried to undermine me and stick your nose into our lives.”
“It was only to protect Ana!” she retorts.
“By that statement, you’re stating that I’m either unwilling, or incapable, or inept to protect her. Am I?" I ask.
"Of course not!" she responds.
"Then, butt the fuck out!”
“Look, Ana is too innocent. I’ve always looked out for her. It’s a hard habit to break. I’m so sorry Christian. I wasn’t trying to overstep into your boundaries and hurt my friend in any way.”
“Kate!” Elliot warns. His furious looks tell it all: zip it!
“Ana is a much stronger woman than we give her credit for. But I will always protect her because she’s has been the single most important person for all my existence. Now, there are two of them. I will do anything and everything for my wife and my baby. That’s my job: I’m the husband and the father here. Not you, not Elliot, not my parents or not Ana’s parents or Mia. Me; Christian Grey. I don’t trust you and I’m watching you. I won’t go so far to say to leave Ana alone; that’s her decision. But if I find out that she gets hurt because of your actions, I will make sure that you get nowhere near her!”
“Christian, please! I don’t expect you to forgive me now, but I will make it up to you and Ana. I promise! Please! Just give me a chance to prove it!”
“You’re my brother’s wife and my new sister. But Ana’s my life. You have one chance and one chance only to rectify this,” I say with steely resolve. Elliot is stunned.
“Thank you,” Kate says relieved. I leave them behind as I leave my office.
When I reach the Great Room, I can’t find anyone. Gail is busily working in the kitchen. Did the family get upset and leave?
“Where is everyone Gail?” I ask.
“With Teddy, sir,” she responds with a smile.
I walk towards my son’s room. When I reach the hallway, the cooing and baby talk noises get louder. My mom is sitting in the rocking chair surrounded by Mia and dad while Ana is sitting in the other rocking chair watching them in awe. They’re feeding Teddy a bottle of Ana’s milk she has expressed earlier. Teddy is clutching onto my mom’s index finger tightly while trying to support the bottle with his other hand.
“Oh, you little hungry boy! Can I have a turn feeding him please mom?” Mia begs.
“Maybe you should take on the diaper change duty,” I respond walking into the room.
“Somehow I don’t mind doing it as long as I get to hold him," she responds. "You want to come to Auntie Mia’s arms, don’t you Teddy?” she coos in baby talk reaching out to his tiny cheek.
“Wait for your turn, Mia. He seems to be a healthy eater…” The voice behind me interrupts dad.
“May we come in?” It’s Kate.
“Yes, of course,” Ana says unable to hide the cold edge in her voice.
“Teddy likes to come out of his room. We can take him to the living room,” Ana adds softening. It’s not in her nature to hold grudges.
“My turn, my turn, my turn, my turn! Pleeeease!” Mia squeals in delight. My mom and dad roll their eyes as my mom deposits Teddy carefully into her arms. I push the bassinet out of the room while holding Ana’s hand. She nudges me with her shoulder.
When we reach the Great Room, Mia sits down on the sofa with a big grin on her face.
“Christian, your son is a boob guy!” she says pointing at Teddy clutching onto her cleavage trying to get a hold of my sister’s breast. A big laughter goes all around the room.
“Well, that’s one thing he managed to master in his short life,” I qualify.
“May I hold him?” Kate asks.
“Of course, you’re his aunt,” Ana replies...
“I’m not done with my turn yet!” Mia protests.
“Please,” Kate begs. Mia passes Teddy reluctantly.
“Fine, but I take your husband’s turn!” Mia adds.
“Mia, I want to be able to meet my nephew and say hi to him,” Elliot says.
Gail’s announcement of snacks, drinks and the basketball game on the big screen restores Elliot’s mood greatly.
Teddy gets passed around like precious jewel. Much admired and loved. He only cries twice. By the time nine p.m. arrives, no one really wants to leave Teddy who is ensconced in someone’s arms like a kitten. During the evening, I watch Kate whisper to Ana who nods in agreement to whatever Kate had said to her. When they stand up, I look at Ana questioning. She smiles reassuringly, touching my hand. I look at Kate with a look reminding of our earlier talk, she nods and smiles. When they finally walk to her library, everyone around seem a little ill at ease even though they seem to be occupied with Teddy, the game on TV or the food on their plates. My gaze follows them until they disappear around the corner to the hallway and stay in my seat for ten minutes until Teddy starts crying. I take him from Mia despite her protests and comfort him. I am ready to burst through the library door with the baby in my arms to see what is being said, but I remain in the Great Room trying to entertain my son. Another twenty minutes later when they both walk back into the room, there are telltale signs that both women cried making me immediately nervous but they look happy with one another and a lot more relaxed.
“We’re good,” Kate murmurs to Elliot. Ana sits next to me and Teddy starts crying for her as if sensing she was upset. Ana holds him in her arms patting his back and he immediately calms down.

By the time everyone is ready to go home, Teddy goes around the family members’ arms once again.
Elliot rushes to his SUV and comes back with two big gift wrapped boxes.
“I can’t believe we forgot these!” he says. “These are for Teddy. Toys,” he grins.

We put Teddy to sleep after the company leaves with his usual “Goodnight Moon” book. Somehow that book relaxes him more than any other.
Next, I take Anastasia to our room. As we get ready for the night, I wait for Ana to interrogate me about Lincoln. There’s a pregnant silence in the room.
“What did you and Kate talk about?” I ask.
“She apologized for appearing to nose into our business.”
“Appear?” I raise my eyebrows in questioning Kate’s half=assed apology.
“That’s Kate,” she shrugs.
“Is that all you talked about? You were there for half an hour.”
“I was half expecting you to burst through the door like you did at John’s office,” she smiles. She’s in her two piece nightgown with easy breastfeeding access, yet utterly sexy. She knows its effects on me, but I will wait until she fully heals. She still has stitches. I can’t risk it. Ana has an appointment in four days and she made it amply clear that she will push for a green light for sex.
“Anaaa!” I chide. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Maybe I should ask you that. Is Lincoln involved in Teddy’s kidnapping in any way? Will I hear it from paparazzi or a reporter like Kate? I don’t want to be the last one to find out when something bad happens.”
“Ana, I can’t talk to you about an ongoing case. We are cooperating with the authorities regarding the financial records of Lincoln Timber to the full extent of the law. But, there’s a gag order, it’s an ongoing case…” but she interrupts me.
“My question is very simple Christian. I’m not talking to you as a reporter who would divulge the information to a newspaper. I’m talking to you as your wife and the mother of our child. Did Lincoln have any hand in kidnapping our son?” she asks.
“Yes.” I answer simply. Ana first looks shocked, speechless, then starts shaking. I don’t know whether it’s with worry or apprehension or a little bit of both.
“Did you lie to me?” she accuses.
“No. He’s being charged with the crimes Kate has stated.”
“Why then didn’t you tell me?”
“Do you realize how upset you got when I first told you what happened? I will do anything to protect you and my son.”
“But you didn’t tell me!”
“Ana, I made every effort that Lincoln went to prison with no possibility of parole. I only agreed to that because I wanted to keep him away from my personal reach so I didn’t kill him for his second attempt to harm my family. I had shown great restraint at a personal cost.”
“You would have killed him?” she asks.
“Yes! He had our son kidnapped! I died a thousand deaths to get to him, race against time, each minute, each second an agonizing torture not knowing if he was hurt, hungry, dirty. I couldn’t fail my son. I made you a promise when you were pregnant. I was agony with worry for Teddy, and in the back of my mind worried that I disappointed you from the get-go as a bad father I feared I would be…” I murmur.
“Oh, Christian! You endured all that for me, for us! Alone! You’re still facing it alone. Please Christian, let me in, let me be your support, the one you lean to when you need it. I promised you that I would be your partner. Let me be the wife you need. Don’t you understand that I love you more than my own life?” She throws herself to me hugging and kissing.
The relief that courses through me is immeasurable. The worry that she would be mad and walk out of the room had always been in the back of my mind. But once again, Ana, my Ana is being my rock.
“Slow, baby, slow,” I murmur into her lips. “I don’t want you hurt.”
“I don’t care. I want you Christian! After all you’ve done to save our child, to protect both of us, when I’m absolutely, deeply, and irrevocably in love with you, do you think I can resist you? I want my husband,” she demands.
“I want nothing more than to have you, but we both know that you need to wait till your doctor gives the green light. I won’t risk you.”
She sighs deeply.
“Come on baby, I’ll tuck you in, and then I need to go and do some work,” I say.
“No, if I’m not having sex, at least hold me till I fall asleep.” How can I resist her pleas? I lie next to my wife pulling her into my arms, knowing both my baby and my wife are safe, I watch Ana fall asleep.

*****          *****

I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire sees darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love. My addiction to eternal longing for her… A thirst which cannot be relinquished…

We have had Teddy’s one month visit to the pediatrician. It pleased Ana and I to find out he gained 2 pounds and grew 1 ½ inches, but when the time came for his shot, the nurse pinching his upper thigh just stuck and needle at his flesh totally surprising me. His little face creased, little lips curved downward and he let out a shriek to let us know his pain.
“Is that supposed hurt like that?” My voice is harsh and forbidding.
“I’m sorry, sir. It burns slightly and he will get cranky, he might run a slight fever today. You can give him some baby Tylenol for fever and Mrs. Grey, he will stop fussing if he nurses. Unfortunately, these are necessary shots, and they do have side effects that make babies uncomfortable.”
“I’m not entirely sure that it’s not due to the way you delivered the shots.” She tries to reassure me with a pamphlet about the shots, how they would feel to the baby and the side effects to watch for. Ana squeezes my leg to calm me down. I realize I’m furious and the nurse is shaking before me, but seeing Teddy crying helplessly, in my own arms as if he was accusing me of delivering him to a person who hurt him awakens unpleasant memories. I rein in my control and composure with herculean effort and nod stiffly. The scared nurse scuttled away from the room.
“It’s okay,” Ana reassures me. “They’re just shots. He’s got his daddy to protect him,” she smiles.

Ana’s visit to Dr. Green goes well, but she only gets cleared for sex after the sixth week visit. Ana is about to burst with impatience and I am also craving her in the most desperate way, but coming close to losing her second time around gave me fear that I would only have her when she is fully healed. I already knew that Dr. Greene would give her the green light at that prescribed time. The day we had her 6 week appointment, I had arranged Mrs. Taylor to watch Teddy at the big house while I took Ana to Escala. I wanted my wife all to myself; we’d be alone first time in several weeks. Melissa stays behind to guard Teddy at the Big House. When Taylor starts driving towards downtown as opposed to our house, Ana turns to me and gives me a questioning look.
“I want to take my wife out to eat first…” I say. I’m excited as the first time I took Ana to my bed.
“Teddy?”
“You know he likes Gail and Gail loves him. He’ll be fine.” Ana nods.
“Where are we going to eat?”
“Ah, but when did I ever reveal my plans? Anticipation of surprise is the key to excitement.”
“Anticipation?” the question came in an excited breath.
“Certain promises were made, and I intend to keep them to the letter today with bonus.”
With bonus??” she asks her breath catching. She unbuckles her seat-belt and before I could blink she climbs on to my lap her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips sealing on mine.
“Ana!” I murmur into her lips. This is the longest we have gone without sex and the hunger for each other grew in leaps and bounds. My lips against her lips, the prospect of merging my body with hers is like a shot of thousand units of adrenaline. It is living, dying and rebirth all at the same time. There’s something new yet familiar. My body pulls towards her, my cock twitches and pushes against my pants, ready to rip through to fill her to the brim. I’m dying to reacquaint myself with my wife’s body. We’ve had showered together often, yet I had to restrain myself from touching her more than I could control myself from going further. It had been a difficult task since her breasts were twice the size they were before, her hips wider, beckoning me to have her and she tried several times to pleasure me with her mouth, but I refused since I couldn’t reciprocate until she was fully healed. It had been torture for us both. Today, the burning inferno within our bodies would quench their thirst.
Her, off one shoulder summer dress amplifies the affects her breasts has on me, raising their prominence. The waist of it just shows her slimmed figure which then pours in billows right above her knee. She is simply intoxicating. Her scent clouds my mind. My arms go around her waist pulling her closer to me.
“You have no idea how much I want you, but not here… Not in the car. I will tell you where and when.”
“Please, Christian, I’ve missed you so!” she pleads.
“I’m unyielding on this. I promise it will be spectacular, but not here, not in Taylor’s and Sawyer's company,” I raise my eyebrows.
“Can we skip dinner then?” she whispers in my ear.
“You still eat for two, remember?” I remind her. She gets off my lap, her arms crossed, closing herself to me, sulking.
“Talk dirty to me…” she murmurs pouting, sarcastically. I hide a smile and hold her hand. She turns her head to the window avoiding me.
She stretches her slender legs and puts one over the other positioning herself as far away from me as possible. I don’t like the distance. She reaches out and picks a long loose lock of hair from resting on her chest and plays with it almost absently, wrapping the strands around her fingers, then letting them fall onto her chest again, then finally tucking the strands leisurely behind her ear. The tenuous run of her hand in her hair pushes her breast forward invitingly. She then casually slides her fingers along her long neck down to her exposed shoulder. She parts her lips slowly and exhales a shallow breath, then licking her bottom lip; she takes it between her teeth and chews it almost thoughtfully.
I barely notice Taylor slowing to turn into the parking structure to the Space Needle Restaurant. I had a table reserved for this evening for the two of us. As soon as Taylor parks, he opens my door and Sawyer opens Ana’s door. I round the corner of the SUV and hold Ana’s elbow. A jolt of electricity courses through me. I am purely focused on my wife. She acts aloof but I know every move of her body that she too is feeling exactly what I’m feeling. Her breath catches and her face flushes. Her lips part as she wordlessly gives me a glimpse.  My hand on her bare back, I guide her to the elevators. She gives a forbidding look to Taylor and Sawyer who are taken aback by her glacial gaze. They take it as Mrs. Grey being furious with her wordless demeanor. I nod at them slightly to take the next elevator up. Taylor’s lips thin into a small line, but he holds his hand to make sure Sawyer stays back with him. Sawyer’s face goes between mine, Ana’s and Taylor’s and he takes a step back. The elevator is empty.
“Ana, what is wrong?” I ask.
She says nothing and hands her clutch to me stepping away from me a few steps to the corner of the elevator. She then glides her fingers on her legs and beneath the skirt of her dress.


“Ana! There is a camera in this elevator. I don’t want them watching my wife!” I reprimand her. She acts as if I encouraged her, goading me. She bites her lower lip and slowly shimmies her black silk panties down her mile long legs which pool below over her heels. She slowly walks out of them, leans down giving me a perfect view of her ample bosoms, picks up the panties, bunching them, then grabs the clutch out of my hand and expecting her to stuff it into the clutch, she comes closer to me, lifting my dropped jaw to close my mouth landing a soft kiss while slightly touching her tongue on my lips then slowly deposits her panties in my pocket. She then opens her clutch and refreshes her lipstick. When the elevator dings open I am completely haunted, enamored, and hot for my wife.

Haunted – Beyonce

“I set the rules, baby. I say when, I say how, I say how long,” I murmur into her ear while holding her waist. A casual observer would have only seen a loving couple murmuring sweet nothings to one another, not the hidden struggle for full control. I need to have charge of this first encounter and just like Ana had left me after we discussed the contract, leaving me craving her most acutely, she has inadvertently taken control of my heart, leaving me bereft of her, her body and madly in love with her. I am unwilling to surrender that control this first time since she had our son. I desire her so intensely that I must be in control of every aspect of the first encounter. I am hungrier for her than I have ever been.

Crazy in Love – Beyonce

The Maître-d ushers us to our private table. He pulls the chair out for Ana across from me.
“Mrs. Grey will sit here,” I say pulling the chair that is adjacent to mine. Ana sits in the chair I pull. The table is already had a chilled bottle of Bollinger with champagne flutes.
“Complimentary, on the house. It’s wonderful to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Grey. And may I say congratulations on your new baby?” he bows.
Ana looks at me about the champagne. Clearly she wants to have some, but she doesn’t know if she would be nursing tonight. She can have two glasses of champagne, since she won’t get to nurse tonight. For the rest, I know just what to order for her.
“Thank you, Darren. Would you also get Mrs. Grey an Arizona sunset?”
“Certainly Mr. Grey,” he says opening the bottle with much flourish and pours a little into my flute. I take a taste and approve it then he fills the glasses for us.
“Do you have the menu?” Ana asks him.
“The gentleman already ordered, ma’am,” Darren responds slightly bowing, then he leaves the table for the waiters to bring our food in the order I had requested earlier.
“Are you being high handed, Mr. Grey?” asks Ana with a smirk.
“When am not high handed, Mrs. Grey?” I smile taking a sip of the champagne, I steeple my finger in front of my mouth drawing her attention just where I want it.
“We are staying in the city tonight. Dr. Greene said you could have two glasses of champagne. We’ll just express the milk tonight but not use it. She said it would be fine tomorrow.”
“You’ve already checked with her?”
“Baby, I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks. Yes, I thought of everything,” I respond with a lascivious smile. She bites her lower lip and looks at me through her long lashes. Her hand brushes mine ever so slightly sending shivers down to my spine. My cock is on high alert, twitches. Ana then appears to slightly shift in her seat. I can see that it is to give me a better view of her ample cleavage. Two can play at this game Mrs. Grey. She has raised the stakes, I’ll raise them higher. Since knowing she is well and can fully participate what I can dish out in the bedroom and the Red Room, I intend to push her limits here. I can sense that she is nervous, turned on, anticipatory, and ready to burst. Her eyes glint with excitement of what I might be planning to do and how she can get to the end goal faster. We could sit across from each other, but I made sure that we are sitting adjacent to one another on purpose. She extends one high heeled foot and her bare leg touches mine slightly sending tingling shivers through my body. She wants me to touch her but I don’t. She takes the flute of champagne takes a sip and savors it as if it’s something she has missed having then another and finally downs the contents of it. For courage? Boldness? To tempt me?
Her gaze is on me, heated, watching my lips, longing, beckoning. She bites her lip again turning me on. I reach out pull her chin to free her lip. Then I lean in to her ear.
“I know what you are doing, Mrs. Grey. It will only intensify what I intend to do with you,” I say as my breath caresses her cheek. I can feel her heartbeat speeding up from the rapid rise and fall of her chest. 
The magic of the moment is broken with the waiter bringing the appetizer: the bed of oysters. The surprised heated look Ana gives me makes the waiter look from Ana to me then blushes. Ana, barely realizing or caring for his presence, takes an oyster from its bed, runs her finger from oyster shell to oyster shell as if choosing a certain toy in the Red Room, and decides on one running her index finger around the rim of the shell as if running her finger on an orifice then without breaking her gaze from me, takes the oyster shell, squirts lemon juice spraying everywhere, brings the edge of the shell to her lips then tips the content into her mouth. Her throat works on a swallow. Once she puts the now emptied shell down, her tongue runs over her lips while her hooded gaze focus on my lips.
“You may leave,” I say sternly to the waiter with a voice I don't recognize being my own.
“I will bring your main course momentarily,” he says swallowing, looking away and he quickly departs the table. I hear him murmur, “holy shit!”
“What are you doing Ana?” I ask her with my blood boiling, turned on and intensely jealous.
“Eating,” she responds.
She wants to win the game of seduction. I am seduced since the first moment I laid eyes on her. But I don’t like other men ogling my wife. I feel her other leg brush mine as she slightly spreads them apart. She is challenging me. I know that no one can see her unclad sex even if her legs are apart, but her invitation, dare to touch her also raise the intense jealousy I feel. I raise my foot and trap both her legs between mine and force her to close.
“Afraid, Mr. Grey?” she whispers with a winning smirk.
“Oh, Mrs. Grey, are you trying to rack up some punishment for later?”
“Yes, please,” she says her breathing increasing.
“Be careful what you wish for, Mrs. Grey.”
“I wish for you, Mr. Grey. All. Of. You. For many weeks now.” Her gaze is heated, determined, focused.

Food is delivered to our table and the delicious aroma rising from them assaults our senses, breaks Ana’s concentration turning her eyes to her fish, asparagus, and appetizing salad arranged on the plate like a work of art. Since she’s nursing, her appetite increased in direct proportion to our growing baby’s appetite for her milk. She takes her fork as I take a sip from my champagne, and spears it into her fish and pulls a piece. Lifts it up to her lips. As the aroma of the spices wafts her nose, she closes her eyes and takes the bite of fish into her mouth. She savors the taste first as if it’s melting in her mouth, then chews it slowly. Taking a sip of her Arizona Sunset cocktail, she opens her blue eyes with a look of satisfaction. Watching her eat is one of the greatest pleasures of my life. Since she got pregnant, she started eating with such joy, it’s as if she’s making love.
I take bites of my food slowly watching her as my grey eyes burn molten silver with binding, compulsory need for her. She takes her asparagus rolls it in the hollandaise sauce and wrapping her tongue around the asparagus she sucks the sauce off slowly then bites the tip off.
I wipe my lips with the napkin and put it on the table.
“Go to the family bathroom and wait for me in two minutes. When I knock the door, you open it.” She swallows hard, then smiles with triumphant eyes then heads to the restroom. I slice my meat and take a bite. Then chase it down a sip of my drink. Three more bites and then finish the contents of my champagne flute. A passing businessman nods at me in acknowledgement. The waiter rushes to my side to pour more champagne into my flute. Taking one more sip, I rise from my seat. When I reach to the unisex family bathroom, I knock three times. Ana opens it for me. I close the door, and lock it. She practically jumps on me.
Her arms are wrapped around my neck; she seals her lips to mine.
“Slow down baby,” I murmur into her lips.
“I waited for you so long!”
“I know that as have I baby,” I kiss her back but my kiss is measured, controlled not a reckless abandon.
“Christian, please! Kiss me like I’m important to you!” she begs. How can she doubt her importance to me? If the universe held a single point which defined the meaning of my existence, she would be that point. I lift her off the ground wrapping her legs around my torso and seal my lips over hers molding, moving in synchronization like a perfectly functioning unit made of two parts. I kiss her like I have only this moment, hold onto my wife as if I would never get another chance like this to be with her, like she is the last thing I would ever see. The little moaning sounds she makes are like the music I play in my head. Her taste is heady, intoxicating, familiar yet new. Before I know it, I push her to the door, untangle her arms from my neck and lift them above her head kiss her with total domination. My tongue tests the seams of her lips and with a slight sigh she gives access and greets my assault with a welcome from her tongue. The dance of our lips and tongue is heated, erotic and arousing.

I lower one hand over her breast and slowly slide it down to her bare sex, finding it drenched. My cock strains against my pants. I push a finger inside her digging, then two first with shallow strokes then two knuckles in then finally to the base of my index and middle fingers. She moves her hips against my fingers begging for friction.
“Please,” she murmurs into my lips, her eyes closed. I slowly break the connection of our lips.
“I need you to lean down and hold your knees,” I order.
“I can hold the sink, don’t you think it’s better?” she asks.
“Not for what I want to do,” I say. She looks at me fully aroused with the assaults of my fingers’ continued ministrations and slightly confused. I pull out a string with four varying sizes of egg shaped balls. She opens her mouth expecting me to deposit them in there for lubrication.
“No need baby, you’re drenching already,” I say pulling my fingers out, then tasting her arousal in my finger. Her breathing increases.
“But I want you to take me now!” she demands.
  “Baby, right now there’s nothing I want to do more than to fuck you into next month. But do you want our first time since the baby to be in the bathroom of a restaurant? Granted it’s a beautiful restaurant, and I would love to see your face in the mirror while I take you from behind but I want this to be at Escala like our very first time. I will insert these eggs into you and see if you can manage to keep them inside until we get to our apartment. Are you up for the challenge, Ana?” I ask innocently. She is too eager to get us start.
“Yes!” she says bending.
“Good girl,” I say and glide my fingers between her folds. The starting with the smallest egg, I insert the four varied sizes of eggs on the string into her sex. She moans each time I insert one. Then I help her raise herself to her full height. Taking out her panties from my pocket I lower myself to the floor, lift a Louis Vuitton clad foot at a time and inset them into the panties. I slowly lift the panties up, leisurely running my fingers on her bare legs and finally cover my wife’s sex with it. I take out a small remote out of my pocket and show it to Ana. I press the middle button and her eyes dilate in surprise.
“They vibrate,” I murmur with a lascivious smile. It’s a pleasurable vibration, not harsh. It will only leave her wanting more. The vibration intensity can be varied. But I turn it off. They’ll do their job well enough with her movements alone. She bites her lip.
“Don’t!” I order. “I want this to be a long, memorable night which will not start and end in this bathroom.” She nods.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” I say as I leave the bathroom.

She follows me out shortly after. The meal doesn’t take long to finish as we are both burning with desire for one another. Once she takes the last sip of her drink, and puts her fork down on her plate, declaring that she can’t eat anymore, I stand up and take her hand.
“Let’s go. I have made promises to my wife, and I aim to fulfill them,” I murmur.
When we reach the elevators, I turn to her, “How are you Mrs. Grey? Do you need to visit the restroom?” She doesn’t miss my meaning.
“I’m sure I can make it to Escala, Mr. Grey,” she replies. Two other older couples wait for the elevator along with us. When the elevator door dings open, we may way to allocate room for people vacating the elevator. Since we’re the first ones to start waiting for it, we are the first ones to enter. Holding my wife’s waist, I walk her to the back of the elevator pulling her to my side. Making it look like I push her hair back, I lean in and whisper into her ear.
“Are you up for a challenge Mrs. Grey?” I ask. Her eyes widen. She is turned on, hot and bothered. She’s seeking relief and she wants to get to Escala as fast as she possibly can. But she doesn’t like to back down from a challenge, especially if she can get her way in the end. She nods.
“I don’t want you to come. Light vibrations,” I whisper. Her heated eyes meet mine with excitement. It’s been too long and she wants to play. When I press the lowest setting of the vibrations, she closes her eyes, her back flush with my front. She makes it as if she’s moving to give more room to another couple, but I know exactly what she’s doing; rubbing her perfect derriere on my already excited, impatient cock. I have to rein in all my control and focus to not to have my wife here.
“Down to the lowest floor?” she whispers with dilated pupils, her breath shallow, barely holding onto her faculties.
“To the car, and you can’t come,” I answer in a whisper into her ear. She bites her lips and pushes herself forcefully against me, while crossing her feet at the ankle. The elevator couldn’t reach the lowest floor fast enough for her. As soon as the occupants leave the cart, she pulls my hand and gets out of the elevator as fast as her high heeled feet could carry her.
“Where the car? Where’s the car? Where’s the car?” she rapid fires as if she’s ready to burst.
“I’ve already messaged Taylor to bring it around,” I say pulling her in the direction where Taylor and Sawyer would be waiting.
They open the SUV doors for us; I let Anastasia in, and then walk to the other side of the SUV to get in myself.
“Off?” I ask. She squeezes her legs together and nods.
I pull my wife to my side.
“Have you any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?” I murmur into her ear.
She blushes, and shakes her head ‘no’. My yearning for her is as I swallowed an entire desert and no amount of water could quench it. I need Ana desperately. It’s not an obsession, an infatuation or mere hunger for her body, or her scent. I desire all of my wife down to her soul touching mine. I want her to melt into me. I want to encase her with my skin, worship her with my body. Just fucking is not enough. I need more.
“To the point of possession. You’ve bewitched me, Anastasia. I can’t function without you. You can be the inferno and I’d only be happy to surrender myself to you.” Primal lust, intense love, the sheer simple need for her quickly washes over me with a fever I can’t cure. I want Ana fifty shades of Sunday. Seeing Escala right ahead of us to the right is a big relief.
As soon as Taylor pulls into one of my bays, I exit the SUV without giving him a chance to open my door. Then ignoring Sawyer who opened Ana’s door, I take my wife by the hand and head to the elevators. Just as Sawyer is ready to enter the elevator with us, Taylor shakes his head slightly. I close the elevator door and enter my key to the penthouse. As soon as the elevator doors close on us, I turn to Ana and frame her body with mine, descending my lips onto hers. My right hand travels into her pulls the exposed shoulder of the dress, baring her right breast. Even though she has expressed her milk before we left home, my ministration beads milk over her nipple, oozes down her breast and transferring to my hand. The elevator door dings open to the penthouse, and we tumble out of it still tangled in one another. I scoop Ana off the floor and carry her to our bedroom her right breast still exposed, nipple erect and beckoning for me to take it. I open the door to our bedroom, after walking it, I kick it close.  
She wraps her legs around my hips. I want to completely pleasure her, possess her, let her possess me and hear her voice shout my name with pleasured cries.
I feel that if I don’t have my wife right now, I’ll lose my fucking sanity.
“You. Are. My. Woman!” I say hoarsely, and pull her into me hard. Rough lust churning inside me now can’t be contained. I want to spread my wife and feel my cock slide inside her sex slickened with her arousal for me.
“Yes. Yours!” she answers breathless.
“Let’s get this dress off you.
I take her dress off in one swift move, tossing it onto a chair. She’s standing in her panties, bra and heels. I am breathless.
“Now,” I say motioning to turn around to cool my senses, to regain some sort of control. When she spins around once, I’m more turned on than I was before. Wow! She’s the sexiest creature I laid my eyes on.
“Music is in order,” I say swallowing. I set the streo with the tracks I want to utilize tonight, then turn back to my wife.

Laura Welsh – Undiscovered

“Let’s get the bra off.” She reaches back to unhook but I stop her and reach behind her to take it off leisurely.
Her breasts lay heavy before my eyes.
“Now the panties,” I murmur. I caress her face and trail my fingers over her lips, neck and her twin peaks. Her nipples perk up under my fingers as if they’ve been zapped with electricity, her heartbeat speeds up. I continue to travel down to her belly, then down to her hips. I hook my fingers and slowly lower her panties down to her feet. I toss the panties along with her other clothes. Then I divest my jacket, shirt and pants off. When I finally remove my boxers, my cock springs out and a bead of dew is glistening on the tip.
She reaches out with her finger and spreads the dew around. I hold her hand before she makes me come sooner than I intend, I catch her hand, and lift her fingers to my lips, kissing it, I release her hand.
“Turn around baby, lean down and hold onto the bedpost and don’t let go at all,” I order. She obeys immediately.
I lower myself to the floor and glide my nose up her leg to her apex. A shiver runs through her body. I test her sex with my fingers. Then suck the outer lips and finally her clit. I turn the vibration on at the lowest setting and flick my tongue over her clit, sucking the little nub. Her pleasured moans grow.
“Don’t come yet!” I order. “Make it last.”
“Yes…sir!”
I continue with my tongue’s pleasure assaults on her clit and inside her slit for several minutes. I feel the contractions approaching and turn off the vibration of the eggs and pull them out quickly bringing her near orgasm. As soon as they’re out, I slam my cock into her bereft sex and bury myself balls deep.
“Yessssss….” I hiss through my gritted teeth. I wanted to be inside her for a long time and I have missed it so much. I feel her contraction slowly subside then I start moving inside her with first deep, drilling strokes.
“I want it fast, hard and satisfactory now!” I say and pace my strokes in tune with the music. First deep, then shallow. I pull her hips closer to me and adjusting my stance, I angulate to reach in deeper.

Muse – Undisclosed Desires

My lust and love reach to a crescendo. I withdraw from her sex before we both reach a climax, because I want to see her face, feel what she feels.
“No! Don’t stop please!” she begs.
“Baby, I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” I murmur decidedly as I toss my wife onto the bed and crawl up on her and bury myself into her again. Her legs around my waist, I reach down, kiss her hard, and my tongue trails down to her breast. When we finally reach our peak, sweet tasting milk squirts into my mouth and fingers. I love this new form of release her body discovered.
I thrust harder, and faster until there’s nothing but the two of us, right at this moment. My eyes see nothing but the sparks and my body is jolting with sensation in unity with mine.
This is bliss. This is my wife. This is heaven.