Friday, January 25, 2013

Book III - Chapter XII - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction



“Monte Carlo is amazing!” Anastasia gushes. I look up from the book I’m reading smiling at her. She’s trying to get my attention.

“What are you reading?” she asks.

“Watching the Clock: Economic Predictions,” I say. “It’s a book predicting the collapse of the Western banking System.”

“Sounds like a page turner,” she says as her eyes greedily skim over my shirtless torso, and my cutoff jeans lying in the sun lounger next to hers. The Fair Lady is anchored in the harbor, and we’re basking under the sun at the Beach Plaza Monte Carlo in Monaco. I grin at her response.

“Well, I’m going to tan a little Mr. Grey since you seem to like my sun kissed skin,” she says plugging her ear-buds of her iPod into her ears. I turn back to my book for another hour, and Anastasia dozes off in the sun lounger listening to what she calls “Christian Grey mix-tape”; the mix I created for her after she broke up with me I painfully remember. Suddenly I feel a yearning towards my wife. I put my book down, lean in and whisper into her ear.

“You’ll burn,” and she’s startled from her nap.

“Only for you, Mr. Grey,” she murmurs smiling sweetly. The sun is lower now and we are no longer in the shade. I pull her sun lounger swiftly and get her under the protection of the parasol.

“Out of the Mediterranean sun, Mrs. Grey,” I say.

“Thank you for your altruism, Mr. Grey,” she replies.

“My pleasure, Mrs. Grey, and I’m not being altruistic at all. If you burn, I won’t be able to touch you,” I say raising my eyebrows. Not being able to touch my wife on our honeymoon would be a torture for me. “But I suspect you know that and you’re laughing at me.”

“Would I?” she asks innocently.

“Yes you would and you do. Often. It’s one of the many things I love about you, Mrs. Grey,” I say leaning down and kissing my wife, and playfully bite her lower lip.

“I was hoping you’d rub me down with more sunscreen,” she says against my lips.

“Mrs. Grey, it’s a dirty job... but that’s an offer I can’t refuse. Sit up,” I order in a husky voice. She sits up, and I slowly apply the sunscreen on her back and front. I can’t take my eyes or my hands off my wife.

“You really are very lovely, Anastasia. I’m a lucky man,” I murmur my appreciation of her body as I coat her breasts with my fingers with sun tan lotion, feeling the perkiness of her twin peaks.

“Yes, you are, Mr. Grey,” she whispers coyly, gazing at me through her long lashes.

“Modesty becomes you, Mrs. Grey, Turn over. I want to do your back,” I order. She rolls over smiling, and I undo the strap of her bikini to rub lotion to her beautiful backside.

“How would you feel if I went topless, like the other women on the beach?” she asks, and momentarily my fingers stop rubbing.

“Displeased,” I  reply, though ‘displeased’ would be the least of what I feel. I don’t want anyone getting a glimpse of my wife naked. “I’m not very happy about you wearing so little right now,” I add, and lean down to her ear and whisper, “So, don’t push your luck, baby.”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Grey?” she asks. Leave it to Anastasia to take it as such.

“No. It’s a statement of fact, Mrs. Grey,” I reply. She sighs and shakes her head. Yes, I know I’m a possessive control freak, an insanely jealous husband but also madly in love with my wife! Who could blame me? It would drive me crazy if I saw other men ogling my wife in a naked state. I can barely handle it as it is. I finish rubbing the lotion all over her body, and slap her firm buttocks.

“You’ll do, wench,” I say. My Blackberry buzzes making me frown. She eyes me, and her gaze makes me grin.

“My eyes only, Mrs. Grey,” I say slapping her behind once more, and sit back and answer the call. Anastasia drifts back to her nap.

Once I finish my phone call, I motion a waitress to order drinks for us, ““Mademoiselle? Un Perrier pour moi, un Coca-Cola light pour ma femme, s’il vous plait. Et quelque chose a manger... laissez-moi voir la carte.”

Anastasia wakes up hearing me talking to the waitress. I gaze at my beautiful wife as she flutters her eyes open watching the waitress walk away with her tray.

“Thirsty?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies sleepily.

“I could watch you all day. Tired?” I ask. The warm sun makes her even sleepier. She blushes. “I didn’t get much sleep last night,” she replies.

“Me neither,” I grin, looking at my wife. Last night’s exertions were extremely pleasant. I put my Blackberry aside, and divest myself of my cutout jeans. As I take my flip-flops off, I invite my wife for a swim with me. I’m in a playful mood.

“Come for a swim with me, baby,” I say holding my hand out to her. She looks at me semi incoherent, still tired. “Swim?” I ask cocking my head to one side, completely amused. She’s too sleepy to comprehend a simple question. I shake my head slowly, and as the gears are turning in my head, I know what I will do to wake her up.

“I think you need a wake-up call,” I say and pounce on my wife, lifting her in my arms while she shrieks, completely surprised.

“Christian! Put me down!” she says squealing, making me chuckle.

“Only in the sea, baby,” I reply, walking toward the turquoise waters of the Mediterranean under the bemused, disinterested gazes of the beach-goers. I make the short distance in the sand, and wade into the warm waters of the Mediterranean. Anastasia clasps her arms around my neck. Realizing what I’m going to do, she says, “You wouldn't!” breathlessly, but with a hint of amusement.

I grin at her in response. “Oh, Ana, baby, have you learned nothing in the short time we've known each other?” I answer kissing her. She reciprocates forcefully; her fingers running through my hair, grasping handfuls of it, kissing me back fervently as if she isn't getting enough of me, and I push my tongue into her mouth. She’s trying to get a rise out of me so I won’t drop her into the water. Once I manage to pull back from her lips, completely breathless, turned on, and hungry for her, I gaze at Ana with dark, salacious eyes.

“I know your game,” I whisper and slowly sink into the water with her in my arms as I lock my lips with hers once again. She wraps herself around me with her arms.

“I thought you wanted to swim,” she murmurs against my lips. I did, but I can improvise.

“You are very distracting,” I reply, my teeth grazing her delectable lower lip. I want to take her here, in the sea, but we now have a growing audience. “But I’m not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion.”

This time she runs her teeth along my jaw, trying to seduce me. She’s already turned me on, and I can barely stand not fucking her in the warm waters of the Mediterranean. But I restrain myself considering the ever growing audience at the beach.

“Ana,” I groan. I wrap her ponytail around my wrist tugging it gently, tilting her head back. As I expose her throat, I trial kisses from her ear down to her neck.

“Shall I take you in the sea?” I ask breathless.

“Yes,” she whispers, demanding. I pull away to look at her, with nothing but desire and wanting in my eyes.
“Mrs. Grey, you’re insatiable, and so brazen. What sort of monster have I created?”

“A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?” she asks. Oh baby, you know the answer to that. “I’ll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now. Not with an audience,” I respond jerking my head towards the beach. There are several people who are now interested in our interaction in the sea, some of whom wielding binoculars.  I suddenly grab Anastasia by the waist, and launch her into the air letting her fall into the water and sink beneath the waves and the soft sand on the sea floor. What I did to her is so unexpected, all I see is her flailing arms, and for a second I get concerned that I will have to rescue my wife from five feet of sea water, but soon enough she surfaces, coughing, spluttering and giggling.

“Christian!” she scolds me with her forbidding glare. It’s her, I’m-disappointed-I-didn't-get-sex look, and I have to bite my lower lip to stifle my amusement. She splashes me knowing, and I splash her right back.

“We have all night,” I remind her, and grin as wide as possible. “Laters, baby,” I say and dive under the surface away from Anastasia, swimming away from the shore. She doesn’t attempt to catch up to me. She’s not a fast swimmer as I am. When I’m nearly fifty yards away, she gives up and swims towards the shore. She can have her Coke and lounge as I swim and burn some energy. Otherwise we’ll both be up all night again. I swim further in the sea and I can feel the temperature change in the water. It’s noticeably cooler than the shore. I’ve been in water over half an hour. Deciding to get back to the beach, I start my strokes towards shore. As I get closer to the shore, I eye our sun lounger to see if Anastasia’s is sitting and waiting in it. Fuck! She's waiting for me alright! She’s fucking topless, face up, sleeping! And half the fucking beach is eyeing her, including my security detail! Shit! Fuck! I double my efforts to get to the beach, swimming faster than I ever did, and practically sprint to the sun lounger she's lying on.

I stand breathless at the foot of the lounger and the fucking French security twins are grinning with the floor show she's provided, and Taylor is scowling at them. I’m beyond boiling mad!

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shout at her waking her up. The anger brewing in me could dry up my drenching body. She opens her eyes, confused at first, and then realizes her topless state.

“I was on my front. I must have turned over in my sleep,” she whispers defensively. I am burning with fury. I reach down and scoop the bikini top which she carelessly tossed onto my sun lounger, and toss it back at her. I am not entirely sure if she just turned over to her front in her sleep. She is doing this to challenge my authority. She loves to do opposite of everything I ask her to do. Fuck! Why the simple requests I make of her is a game to her? Does she not care or value what I think? 

“Put this on!” I hiss through my gritted teeth.

“Christian, no one is looking,” is her flimsy excuse. No one is looking? Even the security details I'm paying are ogling her. Is she babbling to get me madder?

“Trust me. They’re looking. I’m sure Taylor and the security crew are enjoying the show!” I snarl. More than enjoying. She finally has the decency to cover her breasts with her arms in panic after eyeing the security, and seeing their gazes locked on her very perky boobs.

“Yes!” I snarl back at her. “And some sleazy fucking paparazzi could get a shot of you, too. Do you want to be all over the cover of Star magazine? Naked this time?” I bellow. I don’t fucking believe it! Why does she do things always opposite of what I tell her? Has she no consideration? Why does she have to challenge everything I ask her not to do?

As soon as I see one of the waitresses walking by, I shout, “L’addition!” for the bill as I hand her a credit card. “We’re going,” I say to her with finality.

“Now?” she asks. Now, damn it!

“Yes. Now!” I say, turning to the other sun lounger, I grab cut out shorts and pull them on my dripping swimming trunks, and pull over my gray t-shirt. When the waitress comes back with my card charged, and the bill to sign, I render my signature without looking at the bottom line.

After seeing my determined demeanor, Anastasia puts her turquoise sundress on, and steps into her flip-flops. I hide my anger, tension and fury behind my aviator sunglasses, and angrily snatch my Blackberry and finance book. Does she think that her prank was funny? Just because we’re at a beach in Monaco doesn’t mean that I would stop hating others eye-fucking my wife! What’s more it’s a hard limit for me! It’s right up there with being touched by anyone other than Anastasia! Seeing her topless in public made all my synapses flash, Red! Red! Red! Red! Red! Nonstop!! She makes me feel helpless. She takes my orderly world and turns it upside down, breaks all my limits! How is a man supposed to deal with this? I have to show her what her behavior makes me feel like. I have to show her how desperate, helpless, incompetent I feel when it comes to her.

I can’t utter another word to her. The anger I feel is palpable. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispers as she takes my book and the Blackberry placing them into her backpack.

“Too late for that,” I say in a very low, quiet, determined to punish voice.

“Come,” I say taking her hand into mine. I signal to Taylor and the French twins Philippe and Gaston. How could Anastasia forget that three huge security guys detailing us 24/7 round the clock? Taylor seems to be mad at Anastasia as well knowing I will grill him momentarily for not waking Anastasia up and allowing others to ogle and eye fuck my wife. Just the thought of it is torturing me! I don’t share! She’s my wife, damn it! She was saying earlier that every other woman on the beach is topless. I’m a hot blooded American for fuck's sake! I’m Christian Grey! I’m not every other woman’s boyfriend or husband; what they do or don't do is none of my fucking business. I’m Anastasia’s husband! I take care of what is mine, and I am proprietary. Fuck this! I"m boiling mad. I walk towards the hotel pulling Anastasia behind me. We walk through the hotel and into the street. The anger is still boiling and brewing inside me.

How can I punish her? Orgasm denial? It’s standard in BDSM. That’s not enough. I want her to feel as helpless, as desperate, as defenseless, as powerless, as paralyzed, as exposed as I feel when she pulls one of her disobedient pranks on me. I want her to walk in my shoes, feel what I feel! She cuts me open, and lets me bleed slowly.  I vaguely notice that Taylor and his Francophone sidekicks are quietly shadowing us with just enough distance that my wrath doesn’t wash over them.

“Where are we going?” Anastasia asks gazing up at me.

“Back to the boat,” I respond without looking at her. I don’t want her chagrin, or her remorse to soften me. When we reach to the marina, it’s about quarter to six in the afternoon. I lead her to the part of the marina where the motorboat and the Jet Ski belonging to the Fair Lady are moored. I untie the Jet Ski while Anastasia hands her backpack to Taylor to be carried on the motorboat. Anastasia glances at me and Taylor nervously. He places the backpack into the boat, and hands Anastasia a life vest.

“Here you go, Mrs. Grey,” he says, and Anastasia puts it on silently. I look at Taylor finally spewing some of my rage into him. He knows that I’m extremely unhappy he let Ana get topless with these French twins ogling her. He could have gone and put a towel on her for fuck’s sake! His look, gaze and demeanor tell me that he didn't want to cross my boundaries. Has he just met me? He knows I get jealous of my wife! Was it better that the entire Monaco ogling my woman’s breasts?

I turn back to Anastasia who strapped her life jacket, but I have double check her handiwork, and tighten the middle one, and mutter sullenly, “You’ll do.” I still can’t get myself look at her. Still so fucking angry for defying me! What message was she trying to get across? Was it, ‘Look at me, I’m a hot babe, and available’, or ‘I can give me husband a coronary before he hits 30!’?

I take a deep breath and climb onto the Jet Ski, and hold my hand out for her to join me on it. The second she touches my hand, our connections jolts me alive again, and stirs a yearning inside me for her. She grasps my hand tightly, and throws her leg over the Jet Ski behind me. Taylor and the Francophone twins clamber into the motorboat. I kick the Jet Ski away from the doc, and let it float into the marina.

“Hold on!” I order Anastasia, and she better obey. She puts her arms around me, and holds on tightly, hugging me close to her. Her nose nuzzles on my back and our connection makes me feel alive. A tinge of relief floods which I hold at bay. I can feel her inhaling my scent making me stiffen. I don’t want to let go of the anger. She needs to be punished. She cannot keep crossing all of my boundaries.

“Steady,” I remind her, but anger melts away slightly with her proximity despite my resolve. She kisses my back, and rests her cheek against me. I turn the ignition of the Jet Ski and when the motor roars to life, I twist the accelerator and we buck forward through the dark water of the marina and toward the Fair Lady docked at the center of the harbor. Anastasia holds onto me tightly, but I can feel her vibrating excitement. She loves this mode of travel. Anything that can get her exited is exciting for me.

Taylor pulls the motorboat alongside the Jet Ski, and I glance at him to let him know we’ll have a little fun before we board. I accelerate and we shoot forward, whip over the top of the water. Taylor, unable to keep up with me, heads the motorboat back to the yacht. I twist the accelerator again and the Jet Ski pushes forward towards the open water. The sea spray splashes us, and Ana’s excitement is completely palpable, contagious. She is completely thrilled, and I am excited to show her a good time. No matter how angry I get with her, my life’s mission is still making her extremely happy.

I steer the Jet Ski in a giant semicircle and we turn away from the open seas and face the marina, and look at the Mont Agel, the mountain creating a natural border between France and Monaco. We can even see the Chemin des Révoires which is also called the Roof of Monaco. The disarray of blocks of apartments, various hues of white, yellow, pink, and sandy color apartments are visible and somehow make the city distinct, and enticing. Anastasia squeals in delight. I glance over my shoulder looking at her, and try to suppress my smile.

“Again?” I shout over the noise of the Jet Ski. She nods vigorously, and her enthusiasm makes me grin ear to ear. I twist the throttle and we speed around the Fair Lady and onto the open sea once again. We make the loop twice more, and each time Anastasia screams in delight. I finally slow the Jet Ski down and pull alongside The Fair Lady. Once we make up on the yacht, I pull her towards, me and unbuckle her life jacket.
 You've caught the sun,” I say noticing her tan. It’s a delightful shade and makes her skin glow, a healthy shade making her even more beautiful. She looks at me questioning, searching, assessing. One of the stewards is standing nearby quietly waiting for the life jacket which I hand to him.

“Will that be all, sir?” he asks.

“One second,” I reply. He nods and waits. I take off my Aviator sunglasses, and tuck them into the collar of my gray t-shirt.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask Anastasia.

“Do I need one?” she asks surprising me. I cock my head to one side and question her in a soft voice. “Why would you say that?”

“You know why,” she replies. My wife is too smart and she knows me well. I don’t want to hurt her, but I want her to know how she makes me feel.

“Two gin and tonics, please. And some nuts and olives,” I order the steward who nods and disappears.

Now that we are alone, what do I do with my wife? My mind is racing with different punishment possibilities all of which involving Anastasia in my bed.

“You think I’m going to punish you?” I ask her in a seductive voice.

“Do you want to?” she asks.

“Yes,” I reply truthfully.

“How?” she probes.

“I’ll think of something. Maybe when you've had your drink,” I say finally making up my mind. I know exactly what I want to do. She visibly swallows, but it’s hard to read her demeanor. She looks anticipatory, but I don’t want to misread it. If she doesn’t want to be punished, I can’t. I frown with the thought.

“You want to be?” I ask.

She flushes, “Depends,” she mutters in response. She sounds hopeful.

“On what?” I ask, trying to hide my smile.

“If you want to hurt me or not.”

Fuck! I don’t want to hurt her! She’s my wife for God’s sake. I just want her to understand my limits; my hard limits. I don’t want her to associate me, her husband with hurt and distress. I lean forward and kiss her forehead.

“Anastasia, you’re my wife, not my sub. I don’t ever want to hurt you. You should know that by now. Just... just don’t take your clothes off in public. I don’t want you naked all over the tabloids. You don’t want that, and I’m sure your mom and Ray don’t want that either,” I remind her.

She looks completely chagrined and just realizes the few minutes of indiscretion can cause a lot of embarrassment for a lot of us.

The steward finally comes back with our drinks and snacks and puts them on the teak table on deck.

“Sit,” I order her. She sits into a director’s chair while I take a seat next to her. I pass one of the gin and tonics to her.

“Cheers, Mrs. Grey,” I hold my glass.

“Cheers, Mr. Grey,” she replies taking a sip. She closes her eyes and takes another sip savoring, quenching her thirst. She looks so fucking hot! When she opens her eyes, and looks up, she finds me gazing at her. My face is impassive and I’m fighting inside how to deal with her. I am still mad, and I still want her to know that it’s not acceptable for her to take her clothes off in public, and that she’s my wife, but I don’t want to hurt her. How do I go about this? Even pleasure can be effectively used as a punishment. Oh, yes! Mrs. Grey, you’re in for a Christian Grey punishment fuck! Anastasia is trying to decipher my expression, but I give nothing away. Giving up, she asks:

“Who owns this boat?”

“A British knight. Sir Somebody-or-Other. His great-grandfather started a grocery store. His daughter’s married to one of the Crown Princes of Europe,” I reply trying to piece together the information the Shore Manager gave me that day. I was too angry to remember everything when the First Mate started making a pass at my wife in my presence.

“Super-rich?” she asks. Where is she going with this? I don’t want her to think about money now, like she did on our first night in Paris.

“Yes,” I respond warily.

“Like you,” she murmurs. Fuck! Don’t think like that, baby!

“Yes,” I murmur. Her face falls.

“And like you,” I whisper her and pop an olive into my mouth as my gaze lingers on her. She blinks rapidly. I want her to remember that what is mine is also hers. There is no “me” anymore. It’s us. It’s ours. She’s mine, and I’m hers. She exhales slowly.

“It’s odd. Going from nothing to,” she says waving her hand around to indicate the expensive yacht, “to everything.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I reply. I don’t ever want her to make this an issue. My wealth is hers. Without her, I have nothing. She gave meaning to all I have.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” she replies.

Taylor appears on deck. “Sir, you have a call,” he says and extends the Blackberry.

“Grey,” I snap, rising from my seat.

“Hi Mr. Grey. Ros here. I apologize for interrupting your honeymoon, but I’ll get right to the point right away,” she says.

“Well, hurry up then. You’re taking my time! What’s up?”

“It’s the Taiwan shipyard...”

“I’m listening,” I respond.

“Walter and I need to Taiwan to meet with the heads of the company...”

**** *****

As soon as I hang up with Ros, I’m anxious to get back to my wife on deck. I quickly walk to her sitting at the same spot I left her. She’s deep in thought just as I left her, still stewing about our money, her face is still fallen.

“You will get used to it,” I interrupt her thoughts.

“Used to it?” she ask.

“The money,” I reply rolling my eyes. She doesn’t respond but pushes the small bowl of almonds and cashews toward me.

“Your nuts, sir,” she says, biting her lips to not to smile. Her response makes me smirk.

“I’m nuts about you,” I reply taking an almond, enjoying her wicked humor. My nuts, my dick, and my entire body miss my wife. I lick my lips. “Drink up. We’re going to bed,” I say with dark eyes.

She looks up at me questioning. “Drink,” I mouth her, salacity, desire, carnal thoughts lacing my gaze. She picks up her glass, and drains her gin without taking her eyes off me. Her look says she too wants me badly, making my mouth drop open and the tip of my tongue caught between my teeth. Oh what I’m going to do to you Mrs. Grey. I stand up gracefully, knowing she’s watching my every move, and bend over my wife, my hands resting on the arms of her chair.

“I’m going to make an example of you. Come. Don’t pee,” I whisper in her ear. She looks at me with alarm. No, I’m not into golden shower.

“It’s not what you think,” I say smirking and hold my hand out to her. “Trust me,” I whisper, wanton.

“Okay,” she replies placing her hand into mine. Her trust is written all over her face. Her chest is heaving up and down in excitement and anticipation. I lead my wife across the deck and through the main salon, and through the narrow corridor, the dining room, and down the stairs to the main master cabin; our bedroom. Our cabin has been cleaned, our bed made. The cabin is cream colored accented with rich red, gold and mahogany colors and walnut furniture. The two portholes on both the starboard and port sides are framed and decorated with small red and gold colored curtains.

I release Anastasia’s hand when we enter into the cabin. I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it onto a chair. I remove my flip-flops and my shorts and swimming trunks stand before my wife completely naked. She is eating me up with her gaze biting her lip. Her gaze is carnal. I reach up to her chin and release her lip then run my thumb along her lower lip.

“That’s better,” I murmur and stride over to the walnut armoire housing my clothes. I open the bottom drawers and pull out two pairs of metal handcuffs, and an airline eye mask from. She eyes get wide and she glances around nervously at the bed trying to see where I can attach the cuffs. Baby you have no idea what I can do with a pair of these. My gaze is on her steadily, my eyes dark, carnal, anticipatory.

“These can be quite painful. They can bite into the skin if you pull too hard,” I say holding a pair of the handcuffs up. “But I really want to use them on you now,” I say. I need to! When she disobeys me deliberately, I feel worse than being handcuffed. I feel helpless, voiceless, without control, without a rudder, adrift without a direction. She makes me feel debilitated, up the creek without a fucking paddle and in a pair of handcuffs! Her face is panicky.

“Here,” I say trying to put her at ease handing her a set. “Do you want to try them first?” She holds the solid, cold metal cuffs in her hands weighing. Her fingers run around the open cuffs, still anxious. I watch her every move, ever touch, every expression intently.

“Where are the keys?” she asks in a wavering voice.

I hold them out in my palm, showing her the small metallic key. “This does both the sets. In fact, all sets,” I reply. They’re universal. Her eyes are questioning. I don’t want her to be afraid, but I really have to do this. I lean down; stroke her cheek with my index finger, trailing it down to her mouth. I lean in close enough to kiss her.

“Do you want to play?” I challenge her in a low, licentious tone with carnal intent. I want to fuck. I want to punish. I want to show her what she does to me. I love her damn it, and it drives me insane when she disobeys! I hated it when her beautiful breasts were the focal point of half the beach goers. She needs to know how I feel.

“Yes,” she breathes in response. I smile, “Good,” I reply and plant air light kisses on her forehead.

“We’re going to need a safe word,” I say. She looks at me with her ‘what?’ face, questioning.

“Stop won’t be enough, because you will probably say that, but you won’t mean it,” I reply running my nose down on her without touching her anywhere else. She is so turned on. I can feel her heart fluttering; her chest is rising up and down in rapid succession.

“This is not going to hurt. It will however be intense. Very intense, because I am not going to let you move. Okay?” I ask. I want her to absorb all the pleasure, all the pounding I’m going to give to her, all the intense, overwhelming, mind blowing sensation. She flushes, and my cock is already in full salute mode. She looks down at my erection still growing with the sight of her.

“Okay,” she replies with a barely audible voice, anticipating.

“Choose a word, Ana,” I remind her.

The thinks for a few seconds, “Popsicle,” she say, panting.

“Popsicle?” I ask after she’s been eyeing my cock. She wants to suck me off!

“Yes,” she replies in a breathy voice.

I grin as I lean back to gaze down at her. “Interesting choice. Lift your arms up,” I command and she obeys. I lift the hem of her sundress, pull it over her head and toss it on the floor. I hold my hand out to her and she places the handcuffs in the middle of my palm. I put both the sets of handcuffs on the table along with the blindfold and pull the gold and red colored duvet off the bed letting it fall to the floor.

“Turn around,” I order. She does, and I undo her bikini top, letting it fall onto the floor.

“Tomorrow, I will staple this to you,” I mutter. I tug her hair tie and free her hair. I collect her hair in one hand. I yank it gently and she steps back against my chest, against my full grown erection. She gasps. I pull her head to one side and kiss her neck.

“You were very disobedient,” I murmur into her ear, making her catch her breath.

“Yes,” she acknowledges.

“Hmm. What are we going to do about that?” I ask rhetorically.

“Learn to live with it,” she breathes her answer making me grin. Optimistic Mrs. Grey. I land soft languid kisses on her neck driving her wild.

“Ah, Mrs. Grey. You are ever the optimist,” I murmur against her neck.

I straighten, and part her three into three strands, and braid it slowly, and finally tie it with her hair tie at the end. I tug her braid gently and lean down into her ear. “I am going to teach you a lesson,” I state her punishment...

I move suddenly, grab her by the waist, sit her on the bed, and yank her across my knee, making her lay on my erection firmly pressed against her belly. I smack her beautiful derriere once, very hard. She yelps. I put her on the bed on her backside. I gaze down at this beautiful creature, with molten desire in my eyes. She is turned on, hot and bothered, ready to fuck, to be fucked.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask as I trail my fingertips up her thigh. A shiver runs through her body. Without taking my eyes off my gorgeous woman, I get both the sets of handcuffs. I grasp her left ankle and snap one of the cuffs around her ankle.

I lift her right leg, and repeat the process with right leg. She is now lying on the bed with a pair of handcuffs tied to each ankle.

“Sit up,” I command her. She obeys immediately.

“Now hug your knees,” I order.

She blinks at me as she draws her legs up so they’re bent in front of her and she wraps her arms around her legs. I reach down, lift her chin up, and plant a soft wet kiss on her lips before covering her eyes with the blindfold. She’s excited, her senses are alert. Her lips part in heady anticipation.

“What’s the safe word, Anastasia?” I ask.

“Popsicle,” she replies in a breathy tone.

“Good,” I say and taking her left hand, I snap the cuff around her wrist and repeat the process on both wrists. Once the task is completed, “Now,” I breathe, “I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”

Her mouth falls open. She’s practically panting.

I grasp both of Anastasia’s heels and tip her, making her fall backward onto the bed. The cuffs force her to keep her legs bent. She tests them by pulling against them. She’s completely trussed up and helpless. That’s how she makes me feel more than half the time. A taste of her own medicine. Her legs are pulled back but placed together. I pull her ankles apart, and she groans for what’s to come. I lean in and kiss her inner thigh. Normally she would be squirming, but she won’t be able to do that in this position without the cuffs digging into her flesh. She has no choice but to absorb all the pleasure with all its intended intensity. She tries to move her hips, but the restrains prevents her from doing so.

“You’re going to have to absorb all the pleasure, Anastasia. No moving,” I murmur, and slowly inch my way up my wife’s body, kissing her along the edge of her bikini bottoms. I finally pull the string of the tiny triangles on each side, and the sexy but small fabric fall away. I inhale sharply seeing my wife completely naked, all trussed up, unable to move under me, to make love, fuck and pleasure punish her as I wish is a total turn on.  I move and kiss her belly and nip her navel with my teeth.

“Ah...” she sighs. I trace soft kisses and little bites up to her breast. I suck, and kiss and nip with just enough pressure to pleasure her, but enough suction to mark her as mine. Repeat. She won’t be able to take her clothes off for a little while at the beach with what I have in mind for her. She sighs again with pleasure.

“Shhh...” I soothe her. The way she looks right now makes me fall in love with her all over again. “You are so beautiful, Ana,” I declare. She groans her frustration, her desire. She wants to match my rhythm with hers. Touch me, but she can’t. She moans again and pulls on her restraints, frustrated, unable to do what she wants, fulfill her desires, take control, she cries out, “Argh!” pulling forcefully against her cuffs.

“You drive me crazy,” I whisper. “So I’m going to drive you crazy,” I murmur resting on her, putting my weight on my elbows finally turning my attention to her breast. The nipples of her gorgeous twin peaks she displayed to half of Monaco including the security detail, however unintentional are tout and begging for attention. My lips and my fingers busy on her nipples. I take one of her nipples between my teeth sucking it while I pay the same attention with my thumb and fingers on the other. With expert efficiency I start nipping, biting, sucking, leaving small trails all over her breast, driving her wild with indulgence. Taking the other nipple between my teeth, I render the same pleasurable punishment with my teeth, lips and tongue. Suck, nip, kiss, bite, lick, roll, pull and touch, never stopping, driving her wild. She wants to writhe under me, but she can’t without pulling onto her restraints which forces her to absorb everything I have to give her.

“Christian,” she starts begging for a release, for a friction. I smile against her skin, triumphant knowing that she’s finally getting a taste of the torture she’s giving me.

“Shall I make you come this way?” I murmur as my lips are wrapped around her nipple which hardens with her arousal. “You know I can,” I say sucking her harder making her cry out. I can feel the sensation, the electricity the pleasure traveling from her nipple, tightening her core, her groin, her sex because she pulls helplessly on her cuffs, trying to ride the pleasure, spread it around her body instead of the concentration I'm delivering on one point with all its intensity.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Oh, baby, that would be too easy,” I murmur.

“Oh... Please, Christian,” she begs me.

“Shhh...” I soothe her as I scrape my teeth over her chin then I slowly, lazily make my way over to her mouth, consuming it. She gasps as I kiss her. My tongue invades and takes over her mouth. Exploring, moving, tasting, caressing, feeling, commanding, dancing with her tongue. She meets my thrusts move by move with her tongue, writhing, clashing, stroking, sucking, and matching my fervor, and intensity of my desire. I grasp her chin, holding her head in place.

“Still, baby. I want you still,” I whisper against her mouth.

“But, I want to see you,” she complains.

“Oh no, Ana. You’ll feel more this way,” I whisper. Not knowing what I will do next, not knowing what to expect, not seeing forces her to use and rely on her sense of hearing, smell and touch. I want her to feel. Sometimes seeing renders other senses dull, useless even. I want her to completely feel what I'm doing and absorb it all. Slowly and expertly I flex my hips and push my cock only partway into her. She strains to push her pelvis to grasp and pull my cock into her sex, but she can’t move. She wants me, but she’s unable to get me the way she wants me. She’s frustrated, just like I have been. I pull my cock back knowing she’s going to be frustrated.

“Ah! Christian, please!” she begs for friction.

“Again?” I ask playfully, teasing her in a hoarse voice.

“Christian! I want you!” she begs again.

I push in agonizingly slow, only a small fraction of my length and withdraw while kissing her, tugging her nipples with my fingers. She’s overloaded with please, but not localized enough to make her come, and she’s desperate for it.

“No!” she says, but doesn’t safe word. She’s cracking under the intensity of my ministrations.

“Do you want me, Anastasia?” I ask her through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” she begs in a whinny voice.

“Tell me,” I order hoarsely. I need to know. I want to know. I have to know that she wants me! That she’s desperate for me! For me alone! Not some other random guy who might take a peek at her breasts.

“I want you,” she whimpers. “Please, I want you!” Her declaration gives me relief, and I sigh softly by her ear.

“And have me you will, Anastasia,” I say, and finally rear up and slam into her sex, balls deep, hard! She screams, tilts her head back, pulls on her restraints. As I hit on her secret sweet spot, buried deep inside her sex, on the front wall of her vagina, I can feel the shudders moving through her entire body; focused, agonizingly intense, pleasurable, over the limit kind of fuck. She tries to move, and match my thrust, but she can’t. I still inside her, savoring my wife, enjoying our connection. Then I circle my hips, giving the friction she’s been begging, rubbing her sweet spot, letting the feeling radiate all the way to her fingertips from deep within her. This is what she does to me. She mind fucks me, rubs me over and over and over again, defying, leaving me helpless.

“Why do you defy me, Ana?” I ask unable to help myself.

“Christian, stop...” she admonishes. She admonishes me even though she’s the one who is defying me, leaving me bereft, vulnerable. She doesn’t answer me. I circle my hips again, my cock teasing, and rubbing her. I slowly ease out of her sex, and slam into her again.

“Tell me. Why?” I hiss through gritted teeth. I need to know. Does she hate me? Does she like to get a rise out of me? Does she want someone else? Something else? I am desperate to know!

She cries out an incoherent wail...

“Tell me!” I slam into her again.

“Christian...” she admonishes.

“Ana, I. need. To. Know.” I say slamming into her with each word, trusting deep inside her sex, farther with intensity. She pulls against her restraints, ready to climax, ready to come, her sex clenches deep inside, wrapping tightly around my cock, and pulsing, ready to milk me.

“I don’t know!” she cries out. “Because I can! Because I love you! Please, Christian,” she begs, and her declaration is my undoing. She manages to take over me mentally even though she’s the one restrained. I groan loudly, and thrust deep in her inviting sex over and over and over again. She’s lost to the sensation, lost to our fucking, lost to the overwhelming intensity I’m giving her. She opens her mouth, and moans, her voice is incoherent.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Feel it, baby!” As she reaches the peak of her ecstasy, she screams loudly; her orgasm detonating in large waves, sweeping through her body, and rolling into my body through our connection, her body pulsing and shaking with the aftershocks of her pleasure. I kneel before her, my cock still inside her. I pull my wife upright onto my lap. I clutch her head with one hand, and hold her back with the other and thrust into her two more times emptying all I have, coming inside her with such a violent orgasm, my head involuntarily jerks back in an arch. My cock pulses, throbbing, lost in the orgasm. The long strokes I thrust into her slowly milk me. While taking everything I have, it not only provides a physical relief, but also an emotional one.

I tear off the blindfold and kiss Ana. I capture her lips and stoke her mouth with my tongue, then I kiss her eyes, her nose, and her cheeks. There are tears in her eyes. I kiss them away clutching her face between my hands.

“I love you, Mrs. Grey,” I breathe into her mouth. “Even though you make me so mad – I feel so alive with you,” I confess. She is my lifeline. She is what makes me feel intensely alive. She is so exhausted; she can’t sound a single word. Gently, I lay my wife on the bed, and pull out of her.

She tries to protest wordlessly, but she’s lost. I quickly climb off the bed, and undo her handcuffs. Once I get her out of her hand cuffs, I rub her hands, wrists, ankles when she pulls against her restraints. Lying next to my wife, I pull her into my arms, and she stretches her legs, tangling them with mind, and soon weary with our exertions, she falls asleep in my arms, naked. I watch my wife in her quiet slumber. She looks even younger, and more innocent. She has endured her punishment fuck, and yet I feel I’m the one who is punished, I’m the one who reclaimed life again.

When Anastasia is in deep sleep, I slip out of the bed, and go to the en-suite bathroom to take a shower. Once I come out, I quickly dry myself, and put on my while linen shirt and my chino pants. I climb on the bed with my laptop and start working. The sky outside get dark right around nine p.m. The yacht is moving towards Cannes. Anastasia moves beside me in bed. I still, and stop typing to not to wake her up, but it has the opposite effect. She opens her eyes, first confused, trying to assess where she is.

“Hi,” I murmur at her, gazing down with nothing but love towards her.

“Hi,” she smiles back, and blushes. Why the shyness? “How long have I been asleep?” she asks.

“Just an hour or so,” I reply.

“Are we moving?”

“Yes. I figured since we ate out last night and went to the ballet and the Casino that we’d dine on board tonight. A quiet night à deux.” She grins in response.

“We are we going?”

“Cannes,” I reply.

“Okay,” she says trying to stretch. She sits, and lowers her legs to the floor. I glance at her and notice the hickies I left on her. Ana grabs the silk robe; she puts it on quickly, still very shy. My eyes continue to follow her movement. I feel uneasy, unhappy with the marks. My brows furrow. I turn my gaze back to my work on my laptop, but I find myself unable to focus. Why the hell do I feel this way? She defied me, laid on the beach with bare breasts and a two pieces of triangles for a bikini bottom. And I’m the one who is feeling shitty! Anastasia walks into the bathroom. I look and gaze at the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out. Waiting anxiously for her reaction when she notices her hickies. But she doesn’t come out. What is she doing in there? I don’t hear the water running. No sound. Is she mad? Oh hell! What is wrong? She comes out of the bathroom, and completely avoiding my gaze or even sparing a look in my direction, she stalks into the closet. She’s so fucking mad at me! Oh shit!

“Anastasia,” I call out to her, anxious to hear her response. “Are you okay?”

She doesn’t reply. Few minutes later she steps into the bedroom emanating fury, in her camisole and sweatpants, and without a word she hurls something at me. I barely have time to react and automatically raise my arms to protect my head. Anastasia storms out of the cabin and I vaguely realize that she hurled her hairbrush at me like a pro-baseball player. I am both impressed and worried about her anger. This is the reason my woman can math me in everything.

I follow her out of the cabin. I take the steps two at a time to get to upstairs. When I hit the deck, the balmy air hits me. The briny smell of Mediterranean, the sweet scent of jasmine and the bougainvillea that smells something between putrefying plants and last night’s broccoli creating an interesting concoction blowing from the shore. The Mediterranean Sea looks cobalt blue in the dark of the night, and the Fair Lady glides over the sea smoothly. Anastasia is gazing into the distant shore as her elbows are resting on the wooden railing, absently watching the distancing lights. I stand behind her without making a movement or an effort to touch her. She’s vibrating tension, and anger.

“You’re mad at me,” I whisper.

“No shit, Sherlock!” she hisses.

“How mad?” I ask softly.

“Scale of one to ten, I think I’m at fifty. Apt, huh?” she responds. That’s impressively furious; a woman whose wrath could match and exceed mine. A woman fit for me.

“That mad,” I reply with a voice that sounds surprised and impressed at the same time.

“Yes. Pushed to violence mad,” she replies through gritted teeth. Yep, just like me! I know how to handle me, but I have not seen her, this mad! How do I handle this? I remain silent, and watch her with wide and wary eyes. I’m lost. I don’t know how to handle this. What do I do? My silence makes her turn to me. She eyes me warily, assessing my mood, expression.

“Christian, you have to stop unilaterally trying to bring me to heel. You made your point on the beach. Very effectively, as I recall,” she says. She knows why I had done it. I shrug. “Well, you won’t take your top off again,” I murmur, and I sound like a petulant child.

Her eyes are full of fire when she glares at me. “I don’t like you leaving marks on me. Well, not this many, anyway. It’s a hard limit!” she hisses. Really? Fuck that! What about my hard limits? Why do I have to be the one who is accommodating, and feeling helpless? Why should my hard limits be crossed all over?

“I don’t like you taking your clothes off in public. That’s a hard limit for me,” I growl at her in response.

“I think we've established that,” she hisses again through her gritted teeth. “Look at me!” she shouts pulling her camisole down. The tops of her breasts are dotted with hickies. My gaze slips back to her face, unblinking. I’m wary, uncertain. She’s mad, and I feel like shit! I know she’s mad, but why would she take her top off when I explicitly said she couldn't  Did I not establish my hard limit? I think, I’ve clearly done that. But, I don’t want to hurt  or mark her.

“Okay,” I finally say in an assuaging tone. “I get it.”

“Good!” she shouts, but I think the fight is out of her. I’m exasperated with her, with me, with our fight. I run my hands through my hair. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me,” I apologize. I know when she says that to me, she melts my heart, taking the fight out of me. But I do feel remorseful.

“You are such an adolescent sometimes,” she admonishes me. She’s right of course. I take a step towards her. I don’t want us to fight. I hate the distance between us, emotional and otherwise. I can’t take it. I slowly, tentatively raise my hand and tuck her hair behind her ear.

“I know,” I acknowledge in a soft tone. “I have a lot to learn.” I don’t know any other way.

“We both do,” she replies and sighs. She then raises her hand, and softly, cautiously places it over my heart. The gesture though small is significant for me. She is the only one who can touch me like that. I don’t flinch, but still stiffen. But I want her touch, I crave it, I can’t live without it. I place my hand over hers as relief washes over me, and smile at her.

“I’ve just learned that you've got a good arm and a good aim, Mrs. Grey. I would never have figured that, but then I constantly underestimate you. You always surprise me,” I say softly.

She raises her eyebrows at me, “target practice with Ray. I can throw and shoot straight, Mr. Grey, and you’d do well to remember that,” she warns me playfully.

“I will endeavor to do that, Mrs. Grey, or ensure that all potential projectile objects are nailed down and that you don’t have access to a gun,” I smirk at her. She smirks right back at me.

“I’m resourceful,” she wiggles her eyebrows, making me smile.

“Oh, that you are, Mrs. Grey,” I whisper, and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. This is the only place I want to be, wrapped around my wife, holding her, inhaling her scent, connected. I lean down and nuzzle her.

“Am I forgiven?” I ask softly. I want to know that everything is well between us.

“Am I?” she asks. At that moment I know she forgave me. “Yes,” I reply.

“Ditto,” she says. Relief washes over me. I love her immensely. We hold each other like this for several minutes. Realizing we haven’t had dinner, I ask, “Hungry?”

She has her resting against my chest. “Yes. Famished. All the...uhm...activity has given me an appetite. But I’m not dressed for dinner,” she says. Who says we have to go out?

“You look good to me, Anastasia. Besides, it’s our boat for the week. We can dress how we like. Think of it as dress down Tuesday on the Cote D’Azur. Anyway, I thought we’d eat on deck.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” she replies smiling. Her smile melts my heart, washes away my worries and I lean down to kiss her. Kiss her with all I’ve got, ask her forgiveness with my kiss. Declare my love with the each molding of our lips, and caresses of our tongues. I love her. When we’re finally both breathless from out kiss, I take her hand, and walk her to the bow of the yacht where the dinner table is set for us.

We start our dinner with gazpacho soup. Although there is so much to eat, I can’t pay attention to what I’m eating. My focus is on my wife. When finally the desert is served, and the steward is gone, Anastasia asks me a question very curiously.

“Why do you always braid my hair?” she asks as we’re sitting next to each other at the table. She slowly curls her leg around mine. It’s such a simple, yet a very sensual act. I break the burnt sugar on top of the crème brulée and think of her question. There are two answers to that, but I don’t want to tell her the first one and raise her curiosity. I’m not ready to talk about the crack whore to her and break this magical moment. The crack whore used to let me comb her hair. But the answer I give her is the simpler of the two.

“I don’t want your hair catching in anything,” I say quietly. “Habit, I think,” I shrug. But hiding the main reason from my wife bothers me. I frown, my eyes widen, and my pupils dilate with alarm. I don’t want to think about a mother who didn't love me. For a moment, I’m lost in memories. Lost in the few precious moments I’ve had with her. There were only very few of them. Combing her hair was one of them. Seeing the alarm on my face makes Anastasia anxious. She leans over and puts her index finger over my lips.

“No, it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to know. I was just curious,” she says softly, warmly, with a reassuring smile. She anchors me to here and now with her sweet tone. I focus on my wife; focus on the love she’s showing me. She’s my anchor, stationing me, placing me to sanity. I finally manage to feel relief with Ana’s reassurance. She leans over, and kisses the corner of my mouth.

“I love you,” she whispers, and her declaration is more precious to me than anything. I need her love more than I need my next breath.   “I will always love you, Christian,” she adds without breaking her gaze from me.

“And I you,” I manage to respond softly.

“In spite of my disobedience?” she asks raising her eyebrows.

“Because of your disobedience, Anastasia,” I reply finally, grinning. Her reply is a heartbreaking smile. Once the dinner is over, I reach for the bottle of rosé and refill her glass. Anastasia first glances around like she normally does when she wants to ask me something discreetly.

“What’s with the no going to the bathroom thing?” she asks.

“You really want to know?” I ask with a half-smile, my eyes are alight with a salacious grin.

“Do I?” she questions me as she takes a sip of her wine.

“The fuller your bladder, the more intense your orgasm, Ana,” I reply. The pressure of slightly full bladder exerts a slight pressure on the sexual organs, stimulating them, and making them more sensitive. And besides, the more tease, the bigger the please. That’s why I started, stopped, restarted over and over again. Lovemaking is a marathon, not a sprint for me. She blushes at my response.

“Oh, I see,” she replies making me grin.

“Yes. Well...” she looks around for a way to change the subject.

I take pity on her and change the topic. “What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?” I ask with a smile. She shrugs.

“I know what I want to do,” I murmur. I grab my glass of wine, and rise extending my hand to her. “Come,” I order. I lead Anastasia to the main salon. My iPod is already docked. I turn it on, and scroll down my list to choose a song for us. I choose a song by the velvet voiced Michael Buble and Laura Pausini, “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine”.  I press the button and the seductive, velvety voices echoes around.

“Dance with me,” I say darkly, pulling her into my arms.

“If you insist.”

“Oh, I insist, Mrs. Grey,” I say huskily. I sweep her off her feet and twirl her around the dance floor. She yelps and giggles as I dip her low. Then I scoop her up and spin her under my arm.

“You dance so well. It’s like I can dance,” she says. I smile. Her face slightly falls. She knows that Elena introduced me to dancing, but I learned with my own efforts. I’ve taken lessons to get a right and a left foot in the same body. I dip her once again, and kiss her on the lips. She sings along with the singers.

“You’re gonna miss my love,” she murmurs, echoing the lyrics.

“I’d more than miss your love,” I say spinning her once again, singing the words into her ear.

You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, no matter where you search
Someone who cares about you the way I do

Whoa, I'm not braggin' on myself, baby
But I'm the one who loves you
And there's no one else, no-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh one else

You'll never find, it'll take the end of all time
Someone to understand you like I do
You'll never find the rhythm, the rhyme
All the magic we shared, just us two

Whoa, I'm not tryin' to make you stay, baby
But I know somehow, some day, some way
You are (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my love

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you're gonna miss my lovin')
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When it's cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

You'll never find another love like mine
Someone who needs you like I do
You'll never see what you've found in me
You'll keep searching and searching your whole life through
Whoa, I don't wish you no bad luck, baby
But there's no ifs and buts or maybes

You're gonna, You're gonna miss (miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
I know you're gonna my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you're gonna miss my lovin')
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When it gets real cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')
I know, I know that you are gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Let me tell you that you're gonna miss my lovin'
Yes you will, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When I'm long gone
I know, I know, I know that you are gonna miss
When the track ends, I gaze down at my wife with dark, licentious eyes. Her gaze is locked with mine. She is breathless, desirous, loving.

“Come to bed with me?” I whisper with a plea. Please baby! Let me properly make you forgive me. The only way I know how. She only nods, and taking her in my arms, I take her to our bed.
**** ♡ *****
Thank you for patiently waiting for this chapter everyone! FYI: A reporter friend of mine informed me that Kivanc Tatlitug (actor/model whose image I've been using to represent CG) is coming to Los Angeles for the LATFF between the dates of Feb 28-March 3rd.


Heather Travelstead said...

Yet another glorious chapter! Thank you.

Ellie said...

Emine!(sorry, I don't know how to do the accent mark).Anyways, awesome chapter! Totally made my Friday!! I love reading Christian's POV on how Ana makes him feel helpless. Can't wait for next week!

Anonymous said...

I'm from germany so its quite hard to read but omgggg I love it - its more than great I love Christian so much and would like to be such a lovely girl like Ana :)

Anonymous said...

Another fantastic chapter. I absolutely love your portrayal of Christian's rage and his internal dialogue depicting his madness over the loss of control spurred by flighty Ana's antics. I think she would drive even the most sane folks to the asylum. You are an awesome writer. Thank you again for pouring your heart and soul into writing this series. What a fabulous start to the weekend.
Your loyal fan with an almost healed concussion!

Anonymous said...

Well worth the wait! Too bad I won't be in LA to see your Christian, whom I agree is an excellent choice, in person.

Sweet Melissa said...

Loved it!! :-) Thanks, Emine!!

Mitchie Cheah said...

Great chapter!!! It never ceases to amaze me how well you can illustrate Christian's point of view. I will always take some time off to read your writings. Just wow and I love it. <3

Mitch, Singapore

Mitchie Cheah said...

Great chapter!!! It never ceases to amaze me how well you can illustrate Christian's point of view. I will always take some time off to read your writings! Just wow and I really love it. <3

Mitch, Singapore

Raquel Braido said...

I loved it! It was fun to see his fifty side again lol
It was totally worth the wait sweetie *-*
Love you

Fran Ardito said...

Hi Emine. Welcome back. This chapter was totally worth the wait. Thanks again.

EPFlaig said...

This made my day! Thank you!!! Great as always!!!

Anonymous said...


Anonymous said...

Awesome chapter. Was a perfect way to end my birthday! I've been reading your blog for a while and I'm a huge fan! You are an amazing writer. I love reading Christian's pov- thanks!

Nicole Shields

Amy Headrick said...

Thank You! What a perfect way to end my night!! Now I'll have sweet dreams!

Annalisa said...

Another GREAT chapter!!! Thank you!!! :))



Thanku for this chapter. Loved it
Happy Australia Day

annie7632 said...

Hey Emine, I know its been a while since I last checked in, I've not been well. I have finally caught up with all of your recent chapters and all I can say is Thank You... You are a very talented writer and I have loved the honeymoon chapters that was not given a mention in the original books. I hope you have had a good Christmas and New year and that you are back to good health again. I cant wait to read the next instalment.Take care xx

Elle said...

Been checking all night long and another great chapter and Christian's Pov.
Thanks Emine, hope you are well and not over exhausted from all those translation work and keeping us happy :)

Rebecca Hedges said...

Wonderful chapter Emine, you are doing a fabulous job!! Thankyou xx

Mrs Sheila Hall said...

What can I say that everyone else has not said but thank you, and thank you again. I really look forward to reading your chapters of Christian's POV. You are simply first class at writing these chapters and I look forward to the next one.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Thank you for your comments everyone! Welcome Annie!

And... HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!!! ❤✾✰ ✵ ❀ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬

I've been writing all week, and I'm up early translating EU's VAT tax laws while listening to Frank Sinatra ("Fly me to the Moon" on repeat). Fun fun...

Thank you all for patiently waiting, coming back, reading, thank you for your e-mails! Love you guys all!! The best part of this blog is all the friends I've made for which I'm very grateful! ♥ ❤ ❥ ❣ ❦ ❧

Anonymous said...

Great chapter. You are a talented writer & I always look forward to your updates.

Anonymous said...

Good morning Emine :)

I think I was going into withdraw waiting for this. I just might be a little bit addicted LOL.

Ah the honeymoon is coming to an end :( .. but that means the drama is about to come, and I can't wait. I think....

I liked seeing Christian's side of this chapter. We got a sneak peek at this reaction to the marks and I am looking forward to more of that in the next one. I loved when you added the Taylor stuff where CG was wondering why he didn't cover her up... I have really come to enjoy seeing their friendship in this. I do think since Ana came into his life CG sees Taylor more of a friend. And I am really happy you are showing that.

I've enjoyed seeing Christian go on this journey finding love with Ana and now that they are married I am looking forward to seeing it from that point of view.

Thanks again for the update it was great as always!


Jodi Pinzer said...

another great chapter, your stuuf is so good. looking forward to the next one.

Karen Story said...

Brilliant as ever thank you, have been reading for a while now and im loving your portrayal of Christians p o v , keep up the good work girl your doing an amazing job. Hugs and kisses from Ireland xx

Anonymous said...

Ive been stalking your blog since Monday for the new post. Well Worth the wait!!! Amazing job as always!


Prince50 said...


Girl my toes curled, and I laugh so hard at CG POV but it so true girl. So the hunk going to LA the chase is still on LOL. As always loved it!


Your devoted Fan!!

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Prince50 said...

Here full version

Mama Goo said...

Another fabulous chapter, it was worth the wait!! Your writing is amazing!!! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Martha Baltazar said...

Happy New Year Emine. This was well worth the wait. Loved it, but then again I love all of the chapters. Anxiously awaiting the next one.

Anonymous said...

Love the chapter.... Looking forward to the next chapter.... Nina

Christina said...

The more of these I read the harder it is to wait on the next chapter. It's well worht the wait everytime though :) Keep up the amazing work!

Jenfer said...


I have to agree, loved seeing his 50 controlling side again! I have missed it! I love this part of the trilogy! Thanks for making it better from his side! So worth the wait!!

Love & Laters,


Anonymous said...

I loved this chapter!! It was one that I was anticipating and it was truly splendid. Glad you are feeling better. Thanks for taking the time to do this for all the fans. You are so good at Christian's POV. I also liked seeing him controlling a bit and loving as well. It is amazing how many people truly connected to this series and I agree-it comes down to a great love story.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Good evening everyone!
I've missed all of you guys, and welcome Resh!

Price 50, I love the song, I've been listening to it all afternoon.

Jennifer, as you know my friend, 50's controlling side is never too far away, just carefully tucked under the surface. Even during honeymoon, that's ready to jump out. But because we've had a good long hiatus thanks to the holidays, we've missed that part, and I personally think that jealousy is a good spice (as long as its not overdone). Who would want a man who is disinterested in his woman?

But, that's me.

Now that we're getting close to the end of the honeymoon, a lot more action to come quite soon. I will try to post one chapter a week. I'm also working on the Pella Series as well as working, so, my time seems tight, but I love CG and Ana, so, I will keep writing, and make time.

The Pella Series website is finally up:

as well as the FB site:

I'll be writing all day tomorrow. Hope you're all doing well!

Hazel said...

Hey Emine, its been a while and I really missed your writing but well worth the wait.. Thank you for a beautiful chapter really enjoyed it can't wait for next week...
Lotsa luv
Hazel (South Africa)

Audrey said...

Hi Emine,

I noticed on chapter I page on there's a contact information form. Is it meant to be there? Just wasnt sure if thats something you missed or its purposely there.

Hope you will post more of AP soon and of course CG. (im greedy when it comes to your work) hahaha..


Hazel said...

Hey Emine, its been a while and we have really missed you.. Glad you back thank you for the great chapter loved it can't wait for the action when they get back home from their honeymoon...
Lotsa luv
Hazel (South Africa)

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hey everyone!

I have been concerned with the news coming out of Brazil with the deadly fire in a night club, and the floods in Australia.

Are you, your families, relatives well? Let me know. Hope everyone's well, and that you're all safe and sound.

love to you all!

Anonymous said...

Thank you again for a great chapter. Like everyone else patiently waiting for the action to begin.

Will you be posting a new chapter this week?

michala said...

Hi Emine,

I'm all caught up to date with your blog now, and I have loved every minute of it...I'm so hooked...

Lots of love from northern Ireland. Xxxx

Michala xx

michala said...

Hi Emine,

I'm all caught up to date with your blog now, and I have loved every minute of it...I'm so hooked...

Lots of love from northern Ireland. Xxxx

Michala xx

snowy said...

Its so nice to once again read about Christian and Ana! So missed them!! NIEVES

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful lady you are to ask about us on the otherside of the world. The floods here are bad but it was the winds that caused most of our problems. We are getting back on track and only lost power for 48 hours, Other people are allot worse off. Thank you for your 50's blog and also the Pella series which I love. Make sure you get rested while doing all this work and don't burn yourself out.
Best wishes and regards
(Queensland, Australia)

fruition said...

you're a champion writer!!! have an inkling there's nothing you cannot do. seriously awed i am! and turned on. :) delicious read. books almost completed.. has me feeling good as this means you'd really get to rest. thank you profusely, for doing this epic piece.

total shock if it isn't picked up for paperback publishing! thanks again.

~*PaKaHaJa*~ said...

aaarrrggghhh sorry I've been an absent poster.. I promise to change that..

AWESOME chapter, loved it all...

I know it's late but HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY to any other Aussie readers out there, and I'm hoping that everyone out there affected by either the floods in QLD or those who were affected by the Bushfires in NSW/VIC/TAS are all safe and well...


Catarina* said...

I loved this episode but I have to admit, although I understand Christian and I think Ana was really...I don't want to say stupid but it's what I think she was LOL, on being the beach doing topless, I have to say that I hated this part here and in the book too. All the marks...that's not a hard limit, that's something that can never, ever, happen with me. The only thing that occurs to me when I think of this his when cattle is marked with the "brand" of a ranch. It's a terrible comparison, I know, but what can I say, I just wanted to hurt Christian when I read about the marks -.-'
Like, really hurt him :s

But I know it was just know, and the honeymoon is almost ending, thank God, so now I'm really excited for their return to the US and the entire race in the car and all that! :p

Eminé, sweetie, I will reply to you and read your last chapter of Alex Pella series this week. I had my last exam and then I had a work to do with my sister and to help her with some last minute exams she had at school, so I really didn't had the time to properly sit down and read your email and see the video you recommend! It's everything ok with me, and I know you have been working like crazy but I hope is everything ok with you too and all your family! I miss talking with you but I couldn't just reply to you without doing it properly :s

I hope you understand my dear friend :)

A big kiss and all the love,


Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Happy Australia Day Theresa and Gail! I hope you and your familes are safe.

Hi Catarina! I've missed you too! I just want to remind you that I've revised and updated Ch 5 after the initial posting. Ch6 is coming up sometime today which will be their first time "meet and greet", but better than Ana and CG's.

Anyway, I have to conduct an OPI test in less than an hour-gotta get ready for it. Then off to writing.

I'll make all the effort to post Ch 13 of CG and Ana Friday evening 8 p.m. PST the latest.

PS: Anyone effected in the Brazilian night club fire? Hope everyone's well, healthy, managing to live throught the cold weather up on our side of the hemisphere.

mzthang said...

Hi Emine,

It was well worth the wait. It gave me something to take my mind off of my dad.

Christian was in all of his 50's element here. Took me back to the chapter in the book. Can't wait for his reaction when Ana takes off on the jet

Thanks for your hard work hun!!!!

~hugs from~
stress relieved in the Caribbean

Janaina Mariá said...

Hi Emine,
The fire at the nightclub in Brazil unfortunately killed 234 people and over 80 hospitaliadas follow. The country is in mourning and reando the victims' families. A huge sadness. Only God to comfort their hearts.
I'm from São Paulo, and do not know anyone that crashed in the club, but trsiteza is impossible not to be felt. Thanks for the support and love!
kisses from Brazil.

PS. His version is even better! Eager for the next chapters.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Janaina, I'm so sorry for all the loss in Brazil. This year, I've made quite a few very dear friends in Brazil, and this is such sad new for me. I hope that families of those who were killed find closure and and somehow their hearts find comfort which will be a very hard road ahead.

Hi mzthang! How's your dad? How are you handling everything? And, how's your aunt in NY? Say hello to her for me. I know she reads, but you talk to her - give her my love.

mzthang said...

As I was leaving work on Monday the hospital called and said that they have discharged him so I had to go and pick him up and make sure that he was comfortable etc before I could leave him at home. He is doing much better as I write since he is currently taking his dialysis.

Thanks so much for asking.... it makes it so much easier when you know someone out there is thinking about you.

As for my aunt she lives and breathes for when a new chapter is Her husband bought her a laptop for Christmas so she is very happy (especially since her daughter wont have to run her off of hers

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luiza claudina said...

Obrigada Emine!!por todo esse carinhos com nois brasileiros!estamos tds muito abalado o pais ta em choque perdemos 235 jovens ..estamoss muito triste !!!amoo seu trabalho nao consigo um dia sem entrar pra ver se vc postou alguma coisa,..continue assim vc esta fazendo um trabalho incrivel!!

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Anonymous said...

I enjoyed this chapter. Closer to the book for me.

Patty C said...

Hi Emine,

I am a Brazilian leaving abroad for twenty years already, but my heart is there. I am suffering together with those ones who lost their relatives on the night club fire last Sunday. I called my friend who is from Santa Maria to ask if she was OK and if she had lost some relatives. She and her family were OK, but of course, very sad with this tragedy.
Thank you for this chapter. It was amazing as usual!
Patty C.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Luiza & Patty: I hope every family who has been touched by this tragedy will have a way to move on and heal. ♡ ♡ ♡

Mzthang-I'm glad your dad is better and very pleased to hear that your aunt got a laptop! Love to both of them ♡

Ok... I'll tell you guys a funny story and get back to writing. (I might have to post tomorrow as opposed to today, because I got emergency translations)..

I have made a total of 6 trips to my girls school yesterday and 4 of them were in the last two hours of school. They had a science fair, so I drove their projects, picked them up, they had to change from their uniforms and they were whinny (and they don't even have hormones yet!)

So, after the science fair, I was ready to drive home with the girls. The parking lot was completely jam packed. Someone backed up just about an inch away from hitting my car with a huge SUV right on to my car! It was so close, my heart was at my throat, because I had kids in the car. If I didn't honk, she would have just rammed into me. So, unintentionally "What the fuck!" escaped my lips which is not part of my daily vocabulary (even though I write it).

Both the girls gasped, and my 7 year old said "Bad word alert! Mommy, you need a 5 minute time out!"

So, when we got home a few minutes later, she and my 10 year old daughter wrote on a piece paper marking my name and where my punishment was to be executed.

My 7 year old set the timer on her tablet.

"Mommy, you're getting this time out because you used bad word. We don't use bad words when we get angry. Do we?" she said shaking her head disapproving. "I need you to sit 5 minutes and think about what you said."

So, I sat there for 5 minutes like an idiot, and when her timer when off, she came to me like a professional mom, and asked, "Did you think about what you said and why you're being punished?"

I replied, "yes, I did."

"Hmm. What did you learn?" she asked.

"That we don't use bad words when we are angry."

"Good girl, mommy," she commanded me, very pleased for having learned my lesson. And of course informed my husband as soon as he got home, that she had to give me a time out for using a bad word.

My husband had to laugh out, "you got busted?" he asked me.

I was going to say shut up, but I didn't want to get another 5 minutes of time. So, I kept my mouth shut. I guess this concludes that time-outs work in our household.

I'll go with Mr. Fox's "What the cuss?" from "The Fantastic Mr. Fox"

Rachel Smith said...

That little punishment story was hilarious....I was giggling like a fool. I am known for my potty mouth (unfortunately) but I would be bowling over in laughter if my daughter came to me with something like that. I am going to think of this story all day, and giggle, because kid's really do and say the darndest

Your chapter was amazing. (As always) I loved it, and loved the fighting between Ana and Christian. Their fights really show how much devotion and love they have for each other. Loved when Ana flung the brush at him in the original books, so it was even better reading about it from his point of view. Christian would be very wise to remember that the next time he upsets her.

queenb52 said...

Too funny, Emine!!...Shows you are doing something right !!!

Audrey said...

I read your funny story during breakkie and laughing imagining the whole thing. Kids.. Hahha they amaze us and caught us at Oh-shit-moments like that.. Hahah

Love the time out system. Hahahha and mommy got to do it! Hahha..

I once got out of patient with hubby and swat his back didn't realise my son saw it when he came running and yell excitedly "my turn! My turn!" And smack daddy's bottom.

Opsssieee... Bad example mommy!! Lol!!.. Hope there won't be anymore time out punishment for you today.

Try "what the fork" lol..

Hope your translation went smooth and we get out dose of CG/ana soon :)

Prince50 said...


Girl I am in tears!!!! Those girls only doing what mommy showed them. Smiles hun!

Erin said...

oh Emine your girls are seriously too cute xx

Kari said...

Oh, the time out story is simply priceless!!

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Anonymous said...

The story is adorable. Kids do the most unexpected things.

Waiting for the next chapter


Patty C said...

Dear Emine,
Your girls are doing very well :-)
I am also a mother and sometimes my son does similar things to me. It is a sign that our children got our mssage.
I am following your blog and also Pella's web page. It is geeting better and better. Thank you!!!

gezinvandorp said...

hello emine

thanks for this chapter i love it
when can we read the next chapter i can't wait

love from holland

kathy said...

I love reading these posts almost as much as the story. I don't normally comment but love your writing Emine.

Anonymous said...

I love your writing. I look forward to the new chapter each week. Do you have a fb page for this blog as well?? Maybe to alert us when a new chapter has been posted. That would be great! Thank you so much for Christian's POV...makes me love Mr. Grey even more :)

Janaina Mariá said...

I can not wait to read the
chapter XIII.. super excited!
love your version!

Keisha said...

Hi Emine!

Thanks for another great chapter! Loved it, as usual! I look forward to the next one :)


Anonymous said...

Ok Emine, I love you. I really do! But you're going to send me to an early grave with these delayed postings of the next chapters. Is that what you want? To send a devoted fan to an early grave?? LOL! I'll keep checking, daily, as usual for my next fix! I'm a 50 junkie, there I said it!

Anonymous said...

Ok Emine, how much longer are we going to waite for another post? I love your writing so much it is like a kid on christmas morning waiting to open his gift. Please post soon I am dying here please!!!!.....!

ashley owens said...

: ) I can't wait for the next chapter!

Amy Headrick said...

Any update on the next chapter? Had the best nite at the chippendales, a new chapter would be awesome!

ANA1003 said...

Dear Emine and all my fellow readers,
Amazing story the one you posted today and the time out story was simply adorable.
A few days back my brother too encountered 'the f*** word' written on a graffiti outside of his school gate and came home in a frantic to tell me and wanted me to see the wonder he had come across for myself the next day when I went to pick him up. But I too told him that if he makes me come with him everytime he heard that word, all I will ever be able to do is being dragged around town.:P Reluctantly though he agreed and let it go after 3 days.
And by the way, many congratulations on the Pella Series Website. Just checked out chapter 6, and needless to say TOTALLY LOVED IT!!!!!!
But could u tell me as to when are u posting chapter 13, I just can't wait. Can't help it, I'm desperate.
Loads of love your way

Anonymous said...

Hi Ermine,

Hate to nag, since I know how busy you are.... but, will you be posting soon?

Waitingn in Canada!


Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

I have had emergency translations-the nature of my job is that sometimes I don't have forewarning. However, I will post Monday night.

Danisa Mashamba said...

i have been waiting for chapter XIII so badly that i have been checking every hour to see if it's there. now i will be waiting for Tuesday morning to read it because of the time difference. something to look forward too, but i am sure it'll be worth the wait.

Meginn Schafer said...

When will u be posting Emine? I keep checking back to see if the new chapter has been posted lol. I cant wait!!!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

I'm currently proofreading Ch 13. Hopefully, I'll post in two hours.

Anonymous said...



Evie Hammond said...

Loving your description of Thoughtful Christian on their honeymoon, really trying to make good on his vow to get to know her after they were married. Some of my fave parts are below:

Thank you for this! Exactly what I thought when I read the book:
He could have gone and put a towel on her for fuck’s sake! His look, gaze and demeanor tell me that he didn't want to cross my boundaries.

Winner of the "That lucky Bee-otch!" Award:
Oh, yes! Mrs. Grey, you’re in for a Christian Grey punishment fuck!

This is reassuring, another part of his getting to know her, but also trying to keep a level playing field, which is something that got lost in the books. She ceased to be a foeman worthy of his steel (Steele worthy of his steel, LOL), and it became uncomfortably queasy-making as she became a passive victim who gave up standing up for herself:

That’s impressively furious; a woman whose wrath could match and exceed mine. A woman fit for me.