Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 103

She is Aphrodite.

“Step out from your skirt.”

She complies and I kneel at her feet and grasp her ankle, unbuckling each of her sandals in turn. Once they’re off, I sit back on my heels and gaze up at my wife. In black lacy underwear, she’s spectacular. “You’re a fine sight, Mrs. Grey.” Kneeling up, I grab her hips and yank her forward, burying my nose at the blessed junction of her thighs.

She gasps as I inhale. “And you smell of you and me and sex. It’s intoxicating.” I kiss the top of her sweet cleft through the lace, then release her and gather her clothes and shoes before standing. With my hands full, I point with my chin. “Go and stand beside the table.” I make my way to the chest of drawers. When I glance back at Ana, she’s watching me like a hawk.

This will never do.

“Face the wall. That way you won’t know what I’m planning. We aim to please, Mrs. Grey, and you wanted a surprise.”

Ana obeys, and I drop her shoes beside the door and place her clothes on the chest. I strip off my shirt, remove my own shoes, and glance at her. She’s still facing the wall. Good. From the butt drawer, I extract what I need, and leave the items on the chest while I find some music on the iPod: Pink Floyd, “The Great Gig in the Sky.”

Okay. Let’s see if she goes for this.

Moving back to Ana, I place my haul on the table, out of her sight line.

“Rough, you say, Mrs. Grey?” I whisper into her ear.

“Hmm.”

“You must tell me to stop if it’s too much. If you say stop, I will stop immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“I need your promise.”

“I promise,” she whispers, her tone husky with want.

“Good girl.” I kiss her shoulder and then hook my finger beneath the bra strap across her back and gently run my finger under it, skimming over her flesh. “Take it off,” I order.

I want her naked.

Hastily, she unhooks the back and lets it fall. Coasting my hands down her back to her hips, I hook my thumbs into her panties and slip them down her lovely legs. When I reach her ankles, I ask her to step out of them, and she obliges.

At eye level with her beautiful behind, I kiss one cheek, knowing that we’re about to get better acquainted, and I stand. A thrill runs through me; I’ve been waiting for this moment.

“I’m going to blindfold you so that everything will be more intense,” I murmur, and slip an airline eye mask over her eyes. Around us, the music swells and the singer lets loose, as if she’s mid-climax.

Apt.

“Bend down and lie flat on the table. Now.”

Ana’s shoulders rise and fall quickly as her breathing escalates, but she does as she’s told and lays down over the table.

“Stretch your arms up and hold on to the edge.”

She reaches up and clutches the far edge. The table is wide, so her arms are fully extended.

“If you let go, I will spank you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to spank you, Anastasia?”

Her lips part as she takes in a breath. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.

“Why?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer, though I think she’s trying to shrug.

“Tell me,” I prompt.

“Um.”

I smack her hard across her ass, the sound echoing over the music and through the playroom. “Ah!” she cries out. For me, both sounds are deeply, deeply satisfying.

“Hush now.” I gently rub her backside. Standing right behind her, I bend over her body, my cock straining against my jeans, and my fly digging into the soft swell of her behind as I plant a kiss between her shoulder blades. Slowly, I leave a trail of wet kisses across her back. When I stand, my saliva glistens in little patches on her skin.

“Open your legs.”

She shuffles her feet apart.