Grey
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“You say my name.”
“That shocks you?”
“The fact that I like it shocks me.”
“Christian,” she whispers, and the sound of my name from her lips spreads warmth through my body.
Ana.
“I want to do something tomorrow.”
“What?”
“A surprise. For you.”
She yawns.
Enough. She’s tired.
“Am I boring you, Miss Steele?”
“Never,” she confesses. I lean across and give her a quick kiss.
“Sleep,” I order, and switch off the bedside light.
And a few moments later I hear her even breathing; she’s fast asleep. I pull a sheet over her, roll onto my back, and stare up at the whirring ceiling fan.
Well, talking isn’t so bad.
Today worked out after all.
Thank you, Elena…
And with a sated smile, I close my eyes.
THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 2011
“No. Don’t leave me.” The whispered words penetrate my slumber, and I stir and wake.
What was that?
I look around the room. Where the hell am I?
Oh yes, Savannah.
“No. Please. Don’t leave me.”
What? It’s Ana. “I’m not going anywhere,” I mutter, bemused. Turning, I prop myself up on my elbow. She’s huddled beside me and she looks like she’s asleep.
“I won’t leave you,” she mumbles.
My scalp prickles. “I’m very glad to hear that.”
She sighs.
“Ana?” I whisper. But she doesn’t react. Her eyes are closed. She’s fast asleep. She must be dreaming…what is she dreaming about?
“Christian,” she says.
“Yes,” I respond automatically.
But she says nothing; she’s definitely asleep, but I’ve never heard her talk in her sleep before.
I watch her, fascinated. Her face is illuminated by ambient light from the living area. Her brow crinkles for a moment, as if an unpleasant thought is plaguing her, then it’s smooth once more. With her lips parted as she breathes, her face soft in sleep, she’s beautiful.
And she doesn’t want me to go, and she won’t leave me. The candor of her subconscious admission sweeps through me like a summer breeze, leaving warmth and hope in its wake.
She’s not going to leave me.
Well, you have your answer, Grey.
I smile down at her. She seems to have settled and stopped talking. I check the time on the radio alarm: 4:57.
It’s time to get up anyway, and I’m elated. I’m going soaring. With Ana. I love soaring. I place a quick kiss on her temple, rise, and head into the main room of the suite, where I order breakfast and check the local weather report.
Another hot day with high humidity. No rain.
I shower quickly, dry myself, then gather Ana’s clothes from the bathroom and lay them out on a chair near the bed. As I pick up her panties I remember how my devious plan to confiscate her underwear backfired.
Oh, Miss Steele.
And after our first night together…
“Oh, by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” And she yanks the waistband up, so I can see the words “Polo” and “Ralph” peeking over her jeans.
I shake my head, and from the armoire I take a pair of my boxer briefs and deposit them on the chair. I like it when she wears my clothes.
She mumbles again, and I think she said “cage,” but I’m not sure.
What the hell is that about?
She doesn’t stir, but remains blissfully asleep while I dress. As I pull on my T-shirt there’s a knock on the door. Breakfast has arrived: pastries, a coffee for me, and Twinings English Breakfast tea for Ana. Fortunately the hotel stocks her favorite blend.
It’s time to wake Miss Steele.
“Strawberry,” she mutters, as I sit down beside her on the bed.
What’s with the fruit?
“Anastasia,” I summon her gently.
“I want more.”
I know you do, and so do I. “Come on, baby.” I continue to coax her awake.
She gripes. “No. I want to touch you.”
Shit. “Wake up.” I lean down and gently tug her earlobe with my teeth.
“No.” She screws her eyes tight.
“Wake up, baby.”
“Oh no,” she protests.
“Time to get up, baby. I’m going to switch on the side light.” I reach across and switch it on, bathing her in a pool of dim light. She squints.
“No,” she whines. Her reluctance to wake is amusing and different. In my previous relationships a sleepy submissive could expect to be disciplined.
I nuzzle her ear and whisper, “I want to chase the dawn with you.” I kiss her cheek, kiss each eyelid in turn, kiss the tip of her nose, and kiss her lips.
Her eyes flicker open.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
And they close again. She grumbles, and I grin down at her. “You are not a morning person.”
She opens one unfocused eye, studying me. “I thought you wanted sex,” she says, her relief obvious.
I suppress my laugh. “Anastasia, I always want sex with you. It’s heartwarming to know that you feel the same.”
“Of course I do, just not when it’s so late.” She hugs her pillow.
“It’s not late, it’s early. Come on—up you go. We’re going out. I’ll take a rain check on the sex.”
“I was having such a nice dream.” She sighs, peering up at me.
“Dream about what?”
“You.” Her face warms.
“What was I doing this time?”
“Trying to feed me strawberries,” she says with a small voice.
That accounts for her babbling. “Dr. Flynn could have a field day with that. Up—get dressed. Don’t bother to shower, we can do that later.”
She protests but sits up, ignoring the sheet that slips down to her waist and exposes her body. My cock stirs. With her hair mussed, cascading over her shoulders and curling around her naked breasts, she looks gorgeous. Ignoring my arousal, I stand up to give her some room.
“What time is it?” she asks, her voice sleepy.
“Five thirty in the morning.”
“Feels like three a.m.”
“We don’t have much time. I let you sleep as long as possible. Come.” I want to drag her out of bed and dress her myself. I can’t wait to get her airborne.
“That shocks you?”
“The fact that I like it shocks me.”
“Christian,” she whispers, and the sound of my name from her lips spreads warmth through my body.
Ana.
“I want to do something tomorrow.”
“What?”
“A surprise. For you.”
She yawns.
Enough. She’s tired.
“Am I boring you, Miss Steele?”
“Never,” she confesses. I lean across and give her a quick kiss.
“Sleep,” I order, and switch off the bedside light.
And a few moments later I hear her even breathing; she’s fast asleep. I pull a sheet over her, roll onto my back, and stare up at the whirring ceiling fan.
Well, talking isn’t so bad.
Today worked out after all.
Thank you, Elena…
And with a sated smile, I close my eyes.
THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 2011
“No. Don’t leave me.” The whispered words penetrate my slumber, and I stir and wake.
What was that?
I look around the room. Where the hell am I?
Oh yes, Savannah.
“No. Please. Don’t leave me.”
What? It’s Ana. “I’m not going anywhere,” I mutter, bemused. Turning, I prop myself up on my elbow. She’s huddled beside me and she looks like she’s asleep.
“I won’t leave you,” she mumbles.
My scalp prickles. “I’m very glad to hear that.”
She sighs.
“Ana?” I whisper. But she doesn’t react. Her eyes are closed. She’s fast asleep. She must be dreaming…what is she dreaming about?
“Christian,” she says.
“Yes,” I respond automatically.
But she says nothing; she’s definitely asleep, but I’ve never heard her talk in her sleep before.
I watch her, fascinated. Her face is illuminated by ambient light from the living area. Her brow crinkles for a moment, as if an unpleasant thought is plaguing her, then it’s smooth once more. With her lips parted as she breathes, her face soft in sleep, she’s beautiful.
And she doesn’t want me to go, and she won’t leave me. The candor of her subconscious admission sweeps through me like a summer breeze, leaving warmth and hope in its wake.
She’s not going to leave me.
Well, you have your answer, Grey.
I smile down at her. She seems to have settled and stopped talking. I check the time on the radio alarm: 4:57.
It’s time to get up anyway, and I’m elated. I’m going soaring. With Ana. I love soaring. I place a quick kiss on her temple, rise, and head into the main room of the suite, where I order breakfast and check the local weather report.
Another hot day with high humidity. No rain.
I shower quickly, dry myself, then gather Ana’s clothes from the bathroom and lay them out on a chair near the bed. As I pick up her panties I remember how my devious plan to confiscate her underwear backfired.
Oh, Miss Steele.
And after our first night together…
“Oh, by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” And she yanks the waistband up, so I can see the words “Polo” and “Ralph” peeking over her jeans.
I shake my head, and from the armoire I take a pair of my boxer briefs and deposit them on the chair. I like it when she wears my clothes.
She mumbles again, and I think she said “cage,” but I’m not sure.
What the hell is that about?
She doesn’t stir, but remains blissfully asleep while I dress. As I pull on my T-shirt there’s a knock on the door. Breakfast has arrived: pastries, a coffee for me, and Twinings English Breakfast tea for Ana. Fortunately the hotel stocks her favorite blend.
It’s time to wake Miss Steele.
“Strawberry,” she mutters, as I sit down beside her on the bed.
What’s with the fruit?
“Anastasia,” I summon her gently.
“I want more.”
I know you do, and so do I. “Come on, baby.” I continue to coax her awake.
She gripes. “No. I want to touch you.”
Shit. “Wake up.” I lean down and gently tug her earlobe with my teeth.
“No.” She screws her eyes tight.
“Wake up, baby.”
“Oh no,” she protests.
“Time to get up, baby. I’m going to switch on the side light.” I reach across and switch it on, bathing her in a pool of dim light. She squints.
“No,” she whines. Her reluctance to wake is amusing and different. In my previous relationships a sleepy submissive could expect to be disciplined.
I nuzzle her ear and whisper, “I want to chase the dawn with you.” I kiss her cheek, kiss each eyelid in turn, kiss the tip of her nose, and kiss her lips.
Her eyes flicker open.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
And they close again. She grumbles, and I grin down at her. “You are not a morning person.”
She opens one unfocused eye, studying me. “I thought you wanted sex,” she says, her relief obvious.
I suppress my laugh. “Anastasia, I always want sex with you. It’s heartwarming to know that you feel the same.”
“Of course I do, just not when it’s so late.” She hugs her pillow.
“It’s not late, it’s early. Come on—up you go. We’re going out. I’ll take a rain check on the sex.”
“I was having such a nice dream.” She sighs, peering up at me.
“Dream about what?”
“You.” Her face warms.
“What was I doing this time?”
“Trying to feed me strawberries,” she says with a small voice.
That accounts for her babbling. “Dr. Flynn could have a field day with that. Up—get dressed. Don’t bother to shower, we can do that later.”
She protests but sits up, ignoring the sheet that slips down to her waist and exposes her body. My cock stirs. With her hair mussed, cascading over her shoulders and curling around her naked breasts, she looks gorgeous. Ignoring my arousal, I stand up to give her some room.
“What time is it?” she asks, her voice sleepy.
“Five thirty in the morning.”
“Feels like three a.m.”
“We don’t have much time. I let you sleep as long as possible. Come.” I want to drag her out of bed and dress her myself. I can’t wait to get her airborne.
