This blog is a tribute to the characters of the 50 Shades Trilogy & EL James for creating them. I'm writing Christian's POV for all of your enjoyment. A snack between meals: Sinful and tasty. Enjoy! Let’s talk of Greys. ❦ ♡ ❧
She glares back
at me. Mia breaks our glare with a question.
“Where did you
meet Ana?” she asks.
me for the WSU student magazine,” I reply.
edits,” Anastasia adds. Mia beams at Kate who is seated opposite to Elliot and
the conversation goes in the direction of the student magazine.
asks my dad.
she answers smiling. My dad fills the rest of the glasses. Anastasia peeks up
at me as I turn to look at her, my head cocked to one side. I’m still irritated
with the earlier revelation.
“What?” I ask.
“Please don’t be
mad at me,” she whispers.
“I’m not mad at
you,” I say, but that’s not true. I’m mad. Boiling...mad.
She knows it,
and she stares at me. She reads me well. I sigh.
“Yes, I am mad
at you.” I close my eyes briefly to calm my anger down.
mad?” she asks nervously in a whispering voice.
“What are you
two whispering about?” Kate the ball-crusher asks, sticking her little nose
into where it doesn’t belong. Anastasia flushes and I glare at her to butt hell
out of our business. I’m minding my own business like she should be doing.
“Just about my
trip to Georgia,” Anastasia answers her sweetly trying to diffuse the tension
building between us. Kate smiles, and some wicked thought is crossing her mind.
I wonder what the little witch is up to.
“How was Jose
when you went to the bar with him on Friday?”
What the fuck?
She went out with the photographer when she’s going out with me? Am I being
double crossed? I don’t go out with anyone else, why is she going out with the
photographer knowing how I feel about it? Knowing how jealous I get of that fucker... How could she do that to me? How much more can I handle tonight?
Is she going to give me a heart attack, and send me to my early grave? I am palm twitchingly mad! To think that I have to learn this bit of information from the ball-crusher herself, and not from Anastasia! Fuck! My anger is like an overpressured pot. I'm going to explode if I don't let out some steam!
“He was fine,”
Anastasia murmurs which confirms my suspicions.She did go out with him! I lean over to her, and whisper, “Palm-twitchingly
mad,” I say with barely contained volcano of emotions. “Especially now,” I say
in a tone quiet and deadly. She squirms in her seat.
reappears carrying two plates with Gretchen trailing behind her with trays. The
phone rings, and my father excuses himself to answer the phone. My mother asks
Gretchen to leave the tray on the console. Meanwhile Anastasia eyes the help
with inquisitive and jealous eyes. Then she scowls and finally looks at her
hands in her lap. My father returns back to the dining room.
“Call for you,
darling. It’s the hospital,” he says to my mom.
everyone,” my mother invites the guests and smiles as she exists the room. Anastasia
furrows her brows but she has an appetite this evening most likely caused by
this afternoon’s sexual activities she’s done with me.
returns a few minutes later, and my father asks if everything okay to which my
mother responds sighing, “another measles case.”
“Oh no,” is my
“Yes, a child.
The fourth case this month. If only people would get their kids vaccinated,”
she says shaking her head sadly, adding, “I’m so glad our children never went
through that. They never caught anything worse than chicken pox, thank
goodness. Poor Elliot,” she says as she sits down smiling at my brother. Elliot
frowns for being put on the spot, squirms uncomfortably. “Christian and Mia
were lucky. They got it so mildly, only a spot to share between them,” to which
Mia giggles, and I roll my eyes. Elliot wants to move on away from the current
“So, did you
catch the Mariners game Dad?” he asks, and the subject is changed. I glance at
Anastasia and she’s eating heartily which pleases me. Elliot, my father and I
change the subject to basketball. We like talking of sports and current events.
“How are you
settling in your new apartment dear?” my mother asks Anastasia politely
bringing her out of her thoughts. She talks about their move, and how she and
Kate have been grateful to Elliot for his help. Just then Gretchen enters into
the dining room and clearing the table. She brushes me as she passes, and I
notice Anastasia narrows her eyes on her automatically. Meanwhile Kate and Mia are
gushing about Paris.
“Have you been
to Paris, Ana?” Mia asks Anastasia bringing her out of her silent thoughts.
Anastasia would prefer London,” I respond softly to her statement. I remember
her telling me how much she wanted to see where her favorite authors are from.
I have a hard time not touching this beauty next to me; then I get this
overwhelming desire to touch and love her. Especially when I know very well
that she has nothing underneath that dress. I place my hand on her thigh. Her
whole body tightens in response. She flushes and shifts in her chair, and she
tries to pull away from me! I don’t want her to refuse me. Is it because of the photographer? Does she desire him instead of me? Is that why she's gone out with him? My hand clamps down
on her thigh, stilling her. She’s bewildered, reaches for her wine, in
desperation. I want what is mine, wherever I am. She is mine!
in with the entrée: a beef Wellington. We’re served, and as she’s serving my
plate, Anastasia gives this venomous look at her. I look at Anastasia
quizzically not quite understanding her reaction to the help. If she likes me, and gets jealous of me, why deny me what is mine?
“So what was wrong
with the Parisians?” Elliot asks Mia.
take to your winsome ways?” he probes smiling.
“Ugh, no they
didn’t!” gushes Mia. I wonder why? Could it be her forceful nature, or her less
than discreet mouth? “And Monsieur Floubert, the ogre I was working for, he was
such a domineering tyrant,” she says to which Anastasia responds by spluttering
into her wine. She’s possibly thinking of me, but I don’t want her to choke.
you okay?” I ask solicitously, taking my hand off her thigh for the moment. It’s
actually too funny to see her respond like that to Mia’s comment. I am in her
mind then! She nods, and I pat her back gently until I know she’s recovered. Knowing that Anastasia is eating heartily this evening and this pleases me immensely. I
have never seen her eat so well. It gives me joy that she’s not starving
Elliot teases me
about me watching Anastasia eat, and I disregard him with a joke; he can’t get
me out of my good humor seeing my woman eat. Next the desert is served, and it
is lemon syllabub. Mia starts talking about her exploits in Paris. Then she
starts talking about how beautiful Paris is.
“Paris est fière de
son histoire, Paris est merveilleuse à la tombée du jour. Grâce aux nombreux
adjectifs épicènes, bien souvent, on n'a pas à se poser la question: Paris est
agréable la nuit, insupportable en été, magifique à l'aube.”
to her and stare at Mia as if she just lapsed into Latin. Well, close... She
lapsed into French and she doesn’t even realize it. She tells us that Paris is proud
of its history, and looks marvelous in the dusk, it’s nice at night, unbearable
in summer, and magnificent at dawn. Of course, no one at the table besides
myself and Mia herself understands what she just said. We’re only ones in the
family who speaks French.
“quoi?” she asks,
confused, after seeing my smile. I smile broader and answer her question of ‘what?’.
“Rien…“ I say, ‘nothing’ while
unable to contain myself and start laughing hard.
“Qu'est-ce qui te fait rire Christian?” she says, asking me why I’m laughing,
completely confused. I laugh even harder, while the entire dinner table is
staring at us.
“Pourquoi tout le mondeme regarde?“
she says asking why is everyone staring at her. I laugh even harder when she still doesn’t even
realize we’ve been conversing in French. She stares at me completely puzzled.
“Ils te regardent,”I say, trying to tell her that they are staring at her, while
trying to contain my amusement,”eh
bien…parce quetu parles en français…
Nous parlons en Français... en ce moment même.”
I answer her. between fits of laugher. I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. “Because,” I tell her, “you’re speaking French, actually both of
us are at the moment.” She blushes, and then starts laughing with the rest of
I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing that!” she responds.
talks about his latest building project, a new eco-friendly community in the
north of Seattle. His girlfriend Kate looks completely enamored with him, she is
glowing with a mixture of love and lust for him. At least she won’t be crushing
his balls... not in a bad way anyway. He turns and grins down at Kate, and a
passionate wordless exchange passes through them. I notice Anastasia flushes in
embarrassment. She sighs, and peaks up at me. Damn it! She flushes and tightens
her legs I notice as her ankle hits mine while she’s trying to suppress her
rising passion. Then in goes that bottom lip between her teeth.
peer down at her, and raise my hand to pull at her chin.
mother and sister clear our desert glasses and make their way to the kitchen
while my father, Katherine the ball-crusher, and Elliot discuss the merits of
solar panels in the State of Washington. I participate in their conversation
while put my hand on Anastasia’s knee. My fingers start traveling up her thigh.
Anastasia’s breath hitches, and she presses her thighs together to stop my
hand traveling up on her thigh. Oh, baby, this is the second time you denied me
in the course of the dinner. I’m brimming with sexual desire, and angry, and
jealous of the fucking photographer. My already pent-up sexual energy is
frustrating me, and she’s just denied me by closing her legs! She can’t just
deny me what’s already mine! I give her a smirk. This is not going to help me calm down, and if I was palm twitchingly mad before, I am exploding right now, and nothing but punishing and fucking her will subdue the feeling. I'm torn between strange emotions.
In one hand,
no one ever has denied me before! Ever! This is the first time, anyone closed her legs to me! It’s both extremely hot, and beyond frustrating. She’s
just torturing me by biting that lip... I can’t take it. I have to touch her! I
have to know her sacred grounds are mine. Her body language says she desires
me. Then why is she not yielding to me? I have to get her out of here, fuck her,
punish her, and calm my inner monster down.
shall I give you a tour of the grounds?” I ask her openly, so others don’t go
around chasing us. Knowing her, she just might say, ‘no’ to me again, so I move
to my feet to be one step ahead of her. I extend my hand for her which she
receives and puts her small hand and I clench it. As soon as we touch, our
connection is established, and I feel this demanding pull to her again. Our
gazes lock, and there is immense desire in mine, hungry, and yearning.
turns around says, “Excuse me” to my dad, and follow me out of the dining room.
lead her through the hallway and into the kitchen where Mia and my mother are
loading the dishwasher up.
going to show Anastasia the backyard,” I say to my mother innocently, as if I’m
going to acquaint her with the property. That’s something a boyfriend who is
bringing his girlfriend to his parents’ home for the first time can do. It’s an
innocent act. My mother waves at us as Mia heads back to the dining room.
step out onto the gray flagstone patio lit by recessed lighting. There are
shrubs in stone pots and a small elegant metal table with chairs is set up in
one corner. We past these, and step into the vast lawn that leads down to the
bay. The city of Seattle is in the horizon, twinkling in bright lights. Two
boats are moored in the boathouse, and the silver moon is in the background
over the water. Ordinarily I would pay attention to the scenery, but my mind is
far removed from the surrounding. I’m more occupied with what I want to do to
am pulling Anastasia behind me, and her high heels are digging and sinking into
the soft grass. She’s having a hard time following me.
please,” she begs as she stumbles. I stop with her pleas. I gaze at her. I have
my passive face on, I am anything but. Right now, I want to fuck her seven
shades of Sunday right after I delivered her a good dose of spanking!
heels. I need to take my shoes off,” she says.
bother,” I say, and bend down and scoop her over my shoulder. She squeals
loudly with shocked surprise, and I give her a very hard slap on her behind.
your voice down,” I growl. Right now, I’m beyond angry with her, and I’m in the
moment to deliver her punishment.
are we going?” she breathes.
I snap a response.
is hanging onto my hips because she’s upside down, and I aim to get her up the
second floor of the boathouse and give her what for.
need to be alone with you,” I respond.
for?” she asks like a particularly annoying two year old.
I’m going to spank and then fuck you.”
she whimpers softly.
know why,” I hiss. Because she denied me what’s mine!
thought you were an in-the-moment kind of guy?” she pleads breathlessly upside
down by my hips.
I’m in the moment, trust me.”
I’ve been waiting all evening for this moment, and the time is for your punishment.
burst through the wooden door of the boathouse and turn some of the lights on.
They’re fluorescent, harsh, and they buzz. The motor launch is floating gently
in the darkness of the water. But I don’t stop. I take the wooden stairs to the
pause in the doorway to switch the halogen lights on in the second floor which
are softer in the eyes. The room is decorated in a nautical New England theme.
Now ask me if I give a fuck about this place’s decoration, or that it houses my
trophies. Nope! Not a single bit. I have two goals in mind both of which
involves the woman I’m carrying on my shoulder like a Neanderthal would have
done thousands of years ago. There furnishings are sparse here, but there is a
couch I can use to fuck her. Hell, I don’t even need a couch to do that!
set Anastasia on her feet on the wooden floor. As soon as her feet touch the
ground, her eyes are on me, taking me in their captivity. She’s mesmerized, as
am I with her gaze... She’s bewitching. She watches me like a prey would watch
its predator. My breathing is harsh from exertion as well as anger. My eyes are
blazing with anger, need, and pure unadulterated lust, all for this woman
don’t hit me,” she whispers pleading, completely taking me by surprise. She’s
supposed to be my submissive. But, here she is, negotiating her punishment with
me asking me to spare her from spanking. My brow furrows, my eyes widen, and I
blink with her unexpected plea.
don’t want you to spank me, not here, not now. Please don’t,” she pleads some
utterly surprised, and shocked with her reaction. I want to spank her, and fuck
her after it, but she tugs at my heart strings, and making me unable to do what
I’m set out to do. It’s like she douses the fire of anger with her brand of
extinguisher, completely disarming me.
hand tentatively reaches up, and her fingers lightly touch my cheek, along the
edge of my sideburn, to the stubble on my chin. Her touch does something to me,
calming me, and I close my eyes momentarily. My breath is shaky. I feel that
longing again inside me. Nothing short of having her would calm my need down.
Underneath all this anger, there is fear. As soon as my eyes are closed, I lean
my face into her hand. I yearn for her touch. Nothing is enough with her. My
breath hitches in my throat, and something inside my heart aches, painfully. As
if her hand is reaching in and squeezing it. I want her to, despite the pain! I
feel her other hand reaching up, and running into my hair, softly, gently.
Babying me. Caressing like a lover. I give out an involuntary, barely audible
moan, and I slowly open my eyes, warily. In complete captivation of this woman
who is loving me with her fingertips.
steps forward and her body is completely flush with mine. She gently pulls my
hair, bringing my mouth down to hers, and she kisses me! She forces her tongue
between my lips into my mouth. I groan. I want this! I embrace her, tightly,
pulling her so close to me, not even an air molecule can pass through between
us. My hands find their way into her hair. I kiss her back, hard, and
possessive. She’s mine. I want to claim what is mine. Our tongues twist and
tango with each other, devouring, consuming, loving, and making out. She’s my
soul food. I can’t do without her. I need a life affirming experience with her.
I need to know she’s mine.
pull back suddenly, both of our breaths mingled with each other, ragged. Her hands
drop to my arms, and I glare down at her with a mingled incredulity, desire,
want, question, and unnamed emotions.
are you doing to me?” I whisper. You completely disarm me, unman me. You leave
me defenseless. You make me feel helpless. You leave my life out of control,
and I have this fucking feeling that’s ripping out my dark heart every time I
think of you gone. I’m beyond confused.
you,” she simply responds.
Why? “You said no,” I say unbelieving.
she says, confused. She doesn’t know what she said ‘no’ to.
dinner table, with your legs,” I clarify.Realization dawns on her. Yes, that one!
Christian,” she rebuttals, “we were at your parents’ dining table,” she stares
up to me bewildered. “It’s inappropriate,” she simply states. I only have
wonder in my eyes, with increasing lust now.
one has ever said no to me before.” A submissive would never have done it. In
fact, if I wanted to fuck a submissive while my parents were having dinner, she
would have just laid on the table and opened her legs for me. That’s what a
submissive does. Yes, here she was denying me, and by God, this is the hottest
thing that was ever done to me. “And your denial, although maddening, it’s also
so, fucking – hot,” I say realizing. I’m full of wonder and lust for her. My
hand moves down to her behind. I pull her sharply against myself, and she can
feel my full erection.
mad and turned on because I said no?” she breathes, shocked.
mad because you never mentioned Georgia to me. I’m mad because you went
drinking with that guy who tried to seduce you when you were drunk, and left
you ill with a complete stranger. What kind a friend is that? And I’m mad and
aroused because you closed your legs on me,” I growl dangerously, and my hands
slowly lift up the hem of her dress.
want her to know that I own her, I alone. No one else. Her body is mine to do
as I wish. Not that fucking photographer who tries to get back in line with
want you, and I want you now. And if you’re not going to let me spank you –
which you rightfully deserve – I’m going to fuck you on the couch this minute,
quickly, and for my pleasure alone. You will not come.”
lift her dress up, and half her ass is visible. I move suddenly and cup her
sex, and sink one of my fingers into her while my other hand holding her firmly
in place around her waist. She suppressed a pleasure moan.
is mine,” I whisper through gritted teeth. “All mine! Do you understand?” I
want to declare my territory. I’m incredibly possessive of her, fear is curling
through me that some other fucker might slip in and take away what’s mine. My
finger eases in and out of her sex, I gaze down at her, gauging her reaction,
and looking to see her response.
all yours,” she breathes desirously, hot for me, ready to be fucked by me.
Open... Relief floods me. Courses through my bloodstream. My heartbeat and hers
mixes, and races each other, trying to run away from our chests and merge.
now, I see nothing, I feel nothing, I can think of anyone or anything except
for Anastasia. My entire being has stood attention only for her. Nothing exists
right this moment, but she and I alone. She consumes me, conquered me body and
soul, and I have to have her. I make my move.(← Animal by The Cab)