Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian (Fifty Shades 6)

She tenses a little, once more. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s not what you think,” I reassure her. “I told you, one step at a time with this, baby.” I reach for the lube and squirt a generous amount on my fingers, then massage it around her small, puckered hole. She squirms, her back rising and falling more rapidly with her accelerated breathing. Her lips part. She’s excited. I smack her hard, aiming slightly lower, so my fingertips strike her labia that’s soaked from her passion.

She moans and wiggles her ass, begging for more.

“Keep still,” I order. “And don’t let go.” I squirt more lube on my fingers.

“Ah.”

“This is lube.” I spread some more over and around her anus. “I have wanted to do this to you for some time now, Ana.” I grab the small, metal butt plug.

She groans and I drag the plug slowly down her spine. “I have a small present for you here,” I whisper, and slide it down between her buttocks. “I am going to push this inside you, very slowly.”

She inhales, breathless. “Will it hurt?”

“No, baby. It’s small. Once it’s inside you, I’m going to fuck you real hard.”

Her lips part and she quivers. Leaning over her, I kiss her once again between her shoulder blades.

“Ready?”

Because I am.

My cock is almost bursting.

“Yes,” she breathes.

With the plug in my left hand, I quickly coat it in lube, then skim my right thumb down between her buttocks, over her anus, and sink it into her vagina, circling inside her. My fingers brush against her clitoris, slowly, methodically taunting her eager bud while I move my thumb. She groans loudly with pleasure. And that’s my cue. Very slowly, I push the plug into her ass.

“Ah!” she moans.

I’m met with a little resistance, so I circle my thumb inside her vagina, teasing the sweet spot inside her with the tip of my thumb, and push harder on the plug. Joy of joys, it slips inside her. Easily.

“Oh, baby.” I swirl my thumb inside her again and feel the weight of the plug inside her butt. Slowly, I twist the plug, and Ana mewls, a strange sound of pure pleasure.

Whoa.

“Christian,” she whimpers, lewd and needy, and I withdraw my thumb.

She’s breathless.

“Good girl,” I murmur. Leaving the plug in its place, I trace my fingers down her side until I reach her hip. Undoing my fly and freeing my dick, I grasp her hips with both hands, and pull her ass toward me. With my foot, I force her to widen her stance. “Don’t let go of the table, Ana.”

“No,” she pants.

“Something rough? Tell me if I’m too rough. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers. And in one swift move, I yank her toward me and slam inside her, to the hilt.

“Fuck!” she cries.

And I still, relishing the feel of my girl around me.

She’s doing good, her breathing as harsh as mine. I reach between us and gently tug on the plug.

She lets out a breathtaking moan of pleasure.

It almost tips me over the edge.

“Again?” I whisper.

“Yes,” she says, and she sounds desperate, begging for more.

“Stay flat,” I insist, and ease out of her, then slam into her again.

“Yes,” she hisses with loud, sibilant fervor. I pick up the pace, slamming inside her with a wild abandon that’s exhilarating.

It’s never felt like this.

Taking Ana to a darker side.

I fucking love it.

“Oh, Ana,” I pant, and twist the plug around again.

She cries out as I keep rocking into her. Taking her. Consuming her. Owning her.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries.

And I know she’s close.

“Yes, baby,” I whisper.

“Please,” she begs.

“That’s right.”

You goddess, Ana.

I slap her hard and she lets go, screaming out loud and proud as she’s gripped by her orgasm. I tug the plug out and toss it in the bowl.

“Fuck!” she screams, and I tighten my hold on her hips and let go, holding her to me and losing myself in my release.

I sag over her, spent but elated. Pulling her into my arms, I sink to the floor, curling her into my embrace as I catch my breath. She’s gulping in air, her head resting on my chest.

“Welcome back,” I say, removing the blindfold. She blinks, a little dazed, as her eyes adjust to the muted light. She looks okay. I tip her head back and press my lips to hers, anxiously trying to gauge how she’s feeling.

Reaching up, she strokes my face.

I smile with relief. “Well, did I fulfill the brief?” I ask.

Her brow creases. “Brief?”

“You wanted rough.” My tone is cautious.

Her face brightens. “Yes. I think you did.”

Her words wrap around my soul. “I’m very glad to hear it. You look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful at this moment.” I caress her cheek.

“I feel it,” she hums. Holding her face, I kiss her with all the tenderness that she deserves. Because I love her.