Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 41

“What will you do to me?” Her words are breathy and barely audible. She’s turned on. Just at the sight of it.

“Whatever I want.”

She gasps and turns around immediately.

Yes!

From the top of the chest of drawers, I grab a hair tie and gather her hair in my hands and begin braiding it.

It would never do to get her luscious locks caught in any of the straps.

I make quick work of her braid and, once it’s fastened, give it a tug. She steps back into my arms. “You look mighty fine, Miss Steele,” I murmur into her ear. “Love the lingerie. Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just tell me to stop. Now, go and assume the position by the door.” She gives me a most unsubmissive look, which in another lifetime would have earned her a good spanking, but she moves to the door and kneels, resting her palms on her thighs and parting her legs.

That’s my girl.

She looks gorgeous. I could come just looking at her.

Steady, Grey. Get a grip.

Ignoring my arousal, I go back to the chest, pull out my iPod, and place it in the dock. I switch on the Bose system, choose a track, and press repeat.

“Sinnerman.” Nina Simone. Perfect.

Ana is watching me.

“Eyes down,” I warn, and she dutifully casts them to the floor.

I close my eyes. Every time she does as she’s told it’s music to my soul. I can’t get her to obey outside this room, but I’m going to take full advantage in here. I amble back to her and stand directly in front of her. “Legs. Wider.”

She shuffles and moves her thighs. I groan in approval, strip off my T-shirt, and toss it on the floor. Slowly I unbuckle my belt and pull it through the belt loops. Ana’s fingers flex on her thighs.

Is she wondering what I’m going to do with the belt?

Those days are over, Ana.

But, for maximum effect, I drop it and it clatters to the floor. She flinches at the sound.

Shit.

Reaching down, I caress her hair. “Hey, don’t sweat it, Ana.”

She gazes up at me, every bit a Dom’s wet dream, and I know my cock is bursting in anticipation. Taking my sweet time, I unbutton my fly and tug down the zipper while I tighten my hold on her hair. My intention is clear and she regards me with a look that could set me alight from head to foot, and I think that’s a good thing, because she opens her mouth, ready for me.

“No, not yet,” I whisper, and, still clutching her hair, I ease my hardened cock from my jeans and run my hand up and down the length. Her eyes do not leave mine. With my thumb, I rub the bead of dew that’s emerged, into the head, and run my hand along its length once again. I want nothing more than to take her mouth. But I want to make this moment last. “Kiss me,” I murmur.

Ana’s breasts are rising and falling faster. Her nipples pebbling under my gaze. She’s excited. She puckers her lips and presses them against my dick.

“Open up for me.”

She parts her lips and I ease myself into her warm, wet, willing mouth.

Fuck.

I ease back, then push my way in once more. This time she’s sheathed her teeth, so the effect is immediate as she sucks me in.

Oh, yes.

Groaning my approval, I grip her hair and move. Back. Forth. Fucking her mouth, and like the goddess she is…she takes me.

All of me.

Over and over. More and more. Deeper and deeper.