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

“Hmm. What are we going to do about that?” She tastes exquisite.

“Learn to live with it?” she counters, and I grin against the pulse point beneath her ear.

No backing down from my girl.

God, she’s hot.

“Ah, Mrs. Grey. You are ever the optimist.” I kiss her neck once more, then set to braiding her hair. Once it’s done, I use her hair tie to finish up. Tugging her head to the side once more, I whisper in her ear, “I am going to teach you a lesson.” Abruptly, I grab her around the waist and sit down on the bed, pulling her over my knee. I smack her beautiful behind. Once. Hard. Then toss her, faceup, onto the bed. Leaning over her, I run my fingertips up her thigh as we drink each other in.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I whisper, as she squirms on the bed, panting.

Waiting.

Her eyes dark with longing.

Keeping my gaze on her, I stand and reach for the cuffs. I grasp her left ankle and cuff it with one set of the cuffs. I take the other set and fasten a cuff to her right ankle. “Sit up.”

She does.

“Now hug your knees.”

With a quizzical look at me, she draws her legs up and wraps her arms around her knees. Reaching down, I lift her chin and brush her lips with a soft, wet kiss before slipping the eye mask over her eyes.

“What’s the safe word, Anastasia?”

“Popsicle.”

“Good.” I snap the left cuff on around her left wrist, and the one attached to her right ankle around her right wrist. She yanks on both and realizes she’s unable to straighten her legs.

This is going to be intense.

For you. And for me.

“Now,” I whisper. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”

And I can’t wait.

She gasps, and I grab both her heels and tip her feet up so she falls backward onto the bed. I ease her ankles apart, and for a moment I enjoy the sight of her, open and helpless before me. Frankly, I could come over her right now. I’m tempted to. But I kneel down at her altar, and kiss my way up her inner thigh. She moans, pulling on the cuffs.

Careful, Ana. They will bite you.

“You’re going to have to absorb all the pleasure, Anastasia. No moving.” I shift so I can reach her bikini briefs, and run my lips over her taut belly. The string fastenings on both sides unravel with a simple tug, and her briefs are no more.

I kiss her belly, my tongue dipping into her navel.

“Ah!” Ana groans. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, as I continue with my trail of wet kisses across her stomach.

“Shh,” I murmur. “You’re so beautiful, Ana.”

She moans, louder this time, and tugs against her metal restraints. “Argh!” she cries as she feels the bite of the cuffs while I continue my conquest of her body, kissing and grazing my teeth against her fragrant skin.

“You drive me crazy,” I whisper. “So I’m going to drive you crazy.” I kiss her breasts, my tongue, my lips, and my teeth provoking Ana’s passionate cries, her heavy breathing, her head thrashing from side to side. I roll each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger and feel them harden and lengthen under my not-so-tender ministration. I suck hard around each nipple, leaving a telltale little mark each time.

She’s breathless now.

Trying to move.

She can’t.

She’s mine.

And I don’t stop.

“Christian,” she pleads, and I know I’m driving her crazy.

“Shall I make you come this way?” I blow on her nipple. “You know I can.” I take it in my mouth, sucking. Hard.

She cries out, a guttural cry of pleasure.

And I’m fully aroused.

Straining to be inside her.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Oh, baby, that would be too easy.”

“Oh, please.”

“Hush.” My teeth graze her chin, then I capture her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue between her lips to meet hers. She tastes of Ana and fresh gin and tonic with a hint of lemon.

Delicious.

But she’s greedy. Kissing me back. Wanting more. And more.

Fuck. She tastes so good. She gives as good as she takes. Her head lifting off the sheets.

Oh, baby.

I release her lips and grasp her chin. “Still, baby. I want you still,” I whisper.

“I want to see you,” she breathes, desperate and needy.

“Oh, no, Ana. You’ll feel more this way.” I ease my hips forward, knowing we’re lined up, and ease my way inside her, just a little.

She can’t move.

And I ease back, teasing her.

“Ah! Christian, please!”

“Again?” I ask, and I don’t recognize my own voice.

“Christian!”

I push myself into her again, a little farther this time, but pull back and let my fingers tease her right nipple.

“No!” she wails in disappointment. She does not want me to withdraw.

“Do you want me, Anastasia?”

“Yes!” she cries.

“Tell me.” My voice is hoarse. I need to hear her say it, and I tease her with my cock once more. In. Out.