Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 147

Ana grabs my hand and slowly draws my finger out of her mouth.

“There, there,” she whispers, and pouts prettily and blows gently on my smarting skin.

Oh.

She might as well be blowing on my dick.

She kisses my knuckle, twice, then slowly reinserts my digit into her mouth, her tongue cradling and sucking me.

She might as well be sucking my dick.

Lust surges like a tidal wave, south.

Ana.

As she fellates my finger her forehead creases.

“What are you thinking?” I whisper, as I draw my finger out of her mouth and attempt to bring my body under control.

“How mercurial you are.”

This is not news. “Fifty Shades, baby.” I plant a kiss at the corner of her mouth.

“My Fifty Shades.” She grabs my T-shirt and tugs me closer.

“Oh, no you don’t, Mrs. Grey. No touching. Not yet.” I pry her hand from my shirt and kiss each of her fingers. “Sit up.” Ana pouts. “I will spank you if you pout.”

I stick a fork into the lamb dish, then into the accompanying sauce of yogurt and mint. “Now open wide.” She opens her mouth and I slide a forkful between her lips.

“Hmm,” she hums in appreciation.

“You like?”

“Yes.”

I try some, too, and it’s a party of delicious flavors in my mouth. I realize how hungry I am. “More?” I ask Ana. She nods, and I feed her another forkful. While she’s chewing, I tear some of the pita bread and dip it into the hummus. “Open.” Ana indulges me and eats this latest morsel with enthusiasm.

I join her.

This really is the best hummus in Seattle.

“More?” I ask.

She nods. “More of everything. Please. I’m starving.”

Her words are music to my soul. I feed her and myself, alternating between the bread and hummus and the lamb. Ana is lapping it up, thoroughly enjoying the feast, and it’s a pleasure to watch her savor the food and to feed her. Occasionally I offer her more wine, using my tried-and-trusted mouth-to-mouth technique.

When the lamb is finished, I turn to the stuffed grape leaves. “Open wide, then bite.”

She does. “I love these,” she mumbles with a full mouth.

“I agree. They’re delicious.”

When I finish feeding her, she licks my fingers clean. One by one. “More?” My voice is husky.

She shakes her head.

“Good,” I murmur against her ear, “because it’s time for my favorite course. You.” I pick her up suddenly and she squeaks with surprise.

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“No. Playroom.” Ana stills in my arms while I cradle her to my chest. “You up for the challenge?” I ask.