wickedhumorasheenjoysmylittlejoke.helickshislips.“drinkup.we’re

goingtobed.”

what?

“drink,”hemouthsatme,hiseyesdarkening.

ohmy,thelookhegivesmecouldbesolelyresponsibleforglobalwarming.i

pickupmyginanddraintheglass,nottakingmyeyesoffhim.hismouth

dropsopen,andiglimpsethetipofhistonguebetweenhisteeth.hesmiles

lewdlyatme.inonefluidmove,hegetsupandbendsoverme,restinghis

handsonthearmsofmychair.

“i’mgoingtomakeanexampleofyou.come.don’tpee,”hewhispersinmy

ear.

igasp.don’tpee?howrude.mysubconsciouslooksupfromherbook—

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“it’snotwhatyouthink.”christiansmirks,holdinghishandouttome.“trust

me.”helookssosexyandgenial.howcaniresist?

“okay.”iplacemyhandinhis,becausequitesimply,i’dtrusthimwithmylife.

whathashegotplanned?myheartstartspoundinginanticipation.

heleadsmeacrossthedeckandthroughthedoorsintotheplush,beautifully

appointedmainsalon,alonganarrowcorridor,throughthediningroom,and

downthestairstothemainmastercabin.thecabinhasbeencleanedsince

thismorningandthebedmade.it’salovelyroom.withtwoportholesonboth

thestarboardandportsides,it’selegantlydecoratedindarkwalnutfurniture

withcreamwallsandsoftfurnishingsingoldandred.

christianreleasesmyhand,pullshist-shirtoffoverhishead,andtossesit

ontoachair.hestepsoutofhisflip-flopsandremoveshisshortsandtrunks

inonegracefulmove.ohmy.willievertireoflookingathimnaked?heis

utterlygorgeous,andallmine.hisskinglows—he’scaughtthesun,too,and

hishairislonger,floppingoverhisforehead.iamonelucky,luckygirl.

hereachesforwardandgraspsmychin,pullingslightlysothatistopbiting

mylipandrunshisthumbalongmylowerlip.

“that’sbetter.”heturnsandstridesovertotheimpressivearmoirethat

houseshisclothes.heproducestwopairsofmetalhandcuffsandanairline

eyemaskfromthebottomdrawer.

handcuffs!we’veneverusedhandcuffs.iglancequicklyandnervouslyatthe

bed.wherethehellishegoingtoattachthose?heturnsandgazessteadily

atme,hiseyesdarkandluminous.

“thesecanbequitepainful.theycanbiteintotheskinifyoupulltoohard.”

heholdsuponepair.“butireallywanttousethemonyounow.”

holyfuck.mymouthgoesdry.

“here.”hestalksgracefullyforwardandhandsmeaset.“doyouwanttotry

themfirst?”

theyfeelsolid,themetalcold.vaguely,ihopeineverha一vetowearapairof

theseforreal.

christianiswatchingmeintently.

“wherearethekeys?”myvoicewa一vering.

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heholdsouthispalm,revealingasmallmetallickey.“thisdoesbothsets.in

fact,allsets.”

howmanysetsdoesheha一ve?idon’trememberseeinganyinthemuseum

chest.

reachingup,hestrokesmycheekwithhisindexfinger,trailingitdowntomy

mouth.heleansinasiftokissme.

“doyouwanttoplay?”hesays,hisvoicelow,andeverythinginmybody

headssouthasdesireunfurlsdeepinmybelly.

“yes,”ibreathe.

hesmiles.“good.”heplantsafeatherlightkissonmyforehead.

“we’regoingtoneedasafeword.”

what?

“stopwon’tbeenoughbecauseyouwillprobablysaythat,butyouwon’t

meanit.”herunshisnosedownmine—theonlycontactbetweenus.

whatdoeshemean?myheartstartspounding.shit...howcanhedothis

withjustwords?

“thisisnotgoingtohurt.itwillbeintense.veryintense,becauseiamnot

goingtoletyoumove.okay?”

ohmy.thissoundssohot.mybreathingistooloud.fuck,iampanting

already.myinnergoddesshashersequinsonandiswarminguptodance

therumba.thankhea一vensi’mmarriedtothisman,otherwisethiswouldbe

embarrassing.myeyesflickdowntohisarousal.

“okay.”myvoiceisbarelyaudible.

“chooseaword,ana.”

oh...

“asafeword,”hesayssoftly.

“popsicle.”isay,panting.

“popsicle?”hesays,amused.

“yes.”

hegrinsasheleansbacktogazedownatme.“interestingchoice.liftup

yourarms.”

idoasi’mtold,andchristiangraspsthehemofmysundress,liftsitovermy

head,andtossesitonthefloor.heholdsouthishand,andigivehimback

thehandcuffs.heplacesbothsetsonthebedsidetable

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alongwiththeblindfoldandyanksthequiltoffthebed,lettingitfalltothe

floor.

“turnround.”

iturn,andheundoesmybikinitopsothatitfallstothefloor.

“tomorrow,iwillstaplethistoyou,”hemuttersandtugsonmyhairtie,

freeingmyhair.hegathersitintoonehandandyanksgentlysoistepback

againsthim.againsthischest.againsthiserection.igaspashepullsmy

headtoonesideandkissesmyneck.

“youwereverydisobedient,”hemurmursinmyear,sendingdelicious

shiversthroughme.

“yes,”iwhisper.

“hmm.whatarewegoingtodoaboutthat?”

“learntolivewithit,”ibreathe.hissoftlanguidkissesaredrivingmewild.

hegrinsagainstmyneck.

“ah,mrs.grey.youareevertheoptimist.”

hestraightens.takingmyhair,hecarefullypartsitintothreestrands,braids

itslowly,andthenfastensmyhairtietotheend.hetugsmybraidgentlyand

leansdowntomyear.

“iamgoingtoteachyoualesson,”hemurmurs.

movingsuddenly,hegrabsmebythewaist,sitsdownonthebed,andyanks

meacrosshiskneesothatifeelhiserectionpressedagainstmybelly.he

smacksmybacksideonce,hard.iyelp,theni’monmybackonthebedand

he’sgazingdownatme,hiseyesmoltengray.i’mgoingtocombust.

“doyouknowhowbeautifulyouare?”hetrailshisfingertipsupmythighso

thatitingle...everywhere.withouttakinghiseyesoffme,hegetsupfrom

thebedandgathersbothsetsofhandcuffs.hegraspsmyleftlegandsnaps

onecuffaroundmyankle.oh!

liftingmyrightleg,herepeatstheprocesssoiha一veapairofhandcuffs

attachedtoeachankle.istillha一venoideawherehe’sgoingtoattachthem.

“situp,”heordersandicomplyimmediately.

“nowhugyourknees.”

iblinkathimthendrawmylegsupsotheyarebentinfrontofmeandwrap

myarmsaroundthem.hereachesdown,liftsmychin,andplantsasoftwet

kissonmylipsbeforeslippingtheblindfoldovermy

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eyes.icanseenothing,allicanhearismyrapidbreathingandthesoundof

thewaterlappingagainstthesidesoftheyachtasshebobsgentlyonthe

sea.

ohmy.iamsoaroused...already.

“what’sthesafeword,anastasia?”

“popsicle.”

“good.”takingmylefthand,hesnapsacuffaroundmywristthenrepeats

theprocesswithmyright.mylefthandistiedtomyleftankle,myrighthand

totherightleg.icannotstraightenmylegs.holyfuck.

“now,”christianbreathes,“i’mgoingtofuckyoutillyouscream.”

what?andalltheairlea一vesmybody.

hegraspsbothofmyheelsandtipsmebacksothatifallbackwardontothe

bed.iha一venochoicebuttokeepmylegsbent.thecuffstightenasipull

againstthem.he’sright...theycutintomealmosttothepointofpain...

thisfeelsweird—beingtrussedupandhelpless—

onaboat.hepullsmyanklesapart,andigroan.

hekissesmyinnerthigh,andiwanttosquirmbeneathhim,butican’t.iha一ve

nopurchasetomovemyhips.myfeetaresuspended.icannotmove.holy

shit.

“you’regoingtoha一vetoabsorballthepleasure,anastasia.nomoving,”he

murmursashecrawlsupmybody,kissingmealongtheedgeofmybikini

bottoms.hepullsthestringsoneachside,andthescrapsofmaterialfall

away.iamnownakedandathismercy.hekissesmybelly,nippingmy

na一velwithhisteeth.

“ah,”isigh.thisisgoingtobetough...ihadnoidea.hetracessoftkisses

andlittlebitesuptomybreasts.

“shhh...,”hesoothes.“youaresobeautiful,ana.”

igroan,frustrated.normallyi’dbegrindingmyhips,respondingtohistouch

witharhythmofmyown,buticannotmove.imoan,pullingonmyrestraints.

themetalbitesintomyskin.

“argh!”icry.butireallydon’tcare.

“youdrivemecrazy,”hewhispers.“soiamgoingtodriveyoucrazy.”he’s

restingonmenow,hisweightonhiselbows,andheturnshisattentiontomy

breasts.biting,sucking,rollingmynipplesbetweenhisfingersandthumbs,

drivingmewild.hedoesn’tstop.it’smaddening.oh.please.hiserection

pushesagainstme.

“christian,”ibeg.

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ifeelhistriumphantsmileagainstmyskin.

“shallimakeyoucomethisway?”hemurmursagainstmynipple,causingit

tohardensomemore.“youknowican.”hesucklesmehardandicryout,

pleasurelancingfrommychestdirectlytomygroin.ipullhelplesslyonthe

cuffs,swampedbythesensation.

“yes,”iwhimper.

“ohbaby,thatwouldbetooeasy.”

“oh...please.”

“shh.”histeethscrapemychinashetrailshislipstomymouth,andigasp.

hekissesme.hisskilledtongueinvadesmymouth,tasting,exploring,

dominating,butmytonguemeetshischallenge,writhingagainsthis.he

tastesofcoolginandchristiangrey,andhesmellsofthesea.hegrasps

mychin,holdingmyheadinplace.

“still,baby.iwantyoustill,”hewhispersagainstmymouth.

“iwanttoseeyou.”

“ohno,ana.you’llfeelmorethisway.”andagonizinglyslowlyheflexeshis

hipsandpushespartwayintome.iwouldnormallytiltmypelvisuptomeet

himbutican’tmove.hewithdraws.

“ah!christian,please!”

“again?”heteases,hisvoicehoarse.

“christian!”

hepushesfractionallyintomeagainthenwithdrawswhilekissingme,his

fingerstuggingatmynipple.it’spleasureoverload.

“no!”

“doyouwantme,anastasia?”

“yes,”ibeg.

“tellme,”hemurmurs,hisbreathingharsh,andheteasesmeoncemore—in

...andout.

“iwantyou,”iwhimper.“please.”

ihearhissoftsighagainstmyear.

“andha一vemeyouwill,anastasia.”

herearsupandslamsintome.iscream,tiltingmyheadback,pullingonthe

restraintsashehitsmysweetspot,andiamallsensation,everywhere—a

sweet,sweetagony,andicannotmove.hestillsthencircleshiships,and

themotionradiatesdeepinsideme.

“whydoyoudefyme,ana?”

“christian,stop...”

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hecirclesdeepinsidemeagain,ignoringmyplea,easingoutslowlyand

thenslammingintomeagain.

“tellme.why?”hehisses,andi’mvaguelyawarethatit’sthroughgritted

teeth.

icryoutinanincoherentwail...thisistoomuch.

“tellme.”

“christian...”

“ana,ineedtoknow.”

heslamsintomeagain,thrustingsodeep,andi’mbuilding...thefeelingis

sointense—itswampsme,spiralingoutfromdeepwithinmybelly,toeach

limb,toeachbitingmetalrestraint.

“idon’tknow!”icryout.“becauseican!becauseiloveyou!

please,christian.”

hegroansloudlyandthrustsdeep,againandagain,overandover,andiam

lost,tryingtoabsorbthepleasure.it’smindblowing...bodyblowing...i

longtostraightenmylegs,tocontrolmyimminentorgasm,butican’t...i’m

helpless.i’mhis,justhis,todowithashewills...tearsspringtomyeyes.

thisistoointense.ican’tstophim.idon’twanttostophim...iwant...i

want...ohno,ohno...thisistoo...

“that’sit,”christiangrowls.“feelit,baby!”

idetonatearoundhim,againandagain,roundandround,screamingloudly

asmyorgasmripsmeapart,scorchingthroughmelikeawildfire,consuming

everything.iamwrungragged,tearsstreamingdownmyface—mybodyleft

pulsingandshaking.

andi’mawarethatchristiankneels,stillinsideme,pullingmeuprightonto

hislap.heclutchesmyheadwithonehandandmybackwithanother,and

hecomesviolentlyinsidemewhilemyinsidescontinuetotremblewith

aftershocks.it’sdraining,it’sexhausting,it’shell...it’shea一ven.it’s

hedonismgonewild.

christiantearsofftheblindfoldandkissesme.hekissesmyeyes,mynose,

mycheeks.hekissesawaythetears,clutchingmyfaceinbetweenhis

hands.

“iloveyou,mrs.grey,”hebreathes.“eventhoughyoumakemesomad—i

feelsoalivewithyou.”idon’tha一vetheenergytoopeneithermyeyesormy

mouthtorespond.verygently,helaysmebackonthebedandeasesoutof

me.

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imouthsomewordlessprotest.heclimbsoffthebedandundoesthe

handcuffs.wheni’mfree,hegentlyrubsmywristsandankles,thenliesdown

besidemeagain,pullingmeintohisarms.istretchoutmylegs.ohmy,that

feelsgood.ifeelgood.thatwas,withoutdoub一t,themostintenseclimaxi

ha一veeverendured.hmm...achristiangreyfiftyshadespunishmentfuck.

ireallymustmisbeha一vemoreoften.

apressingneedfrommybladderwakesme.wheniopenmyeyes,i’m

disorientated.it’sdarkoutside.whereami?london?paris?oh—theboat.

ifeelherpitchandroll,andhearthequiethumoftheengines.we’reonthe

move.howodd.christianisbesideme,workingonhislaptop,casually

dressedinawhitelinenshirtandchinotrousers,hisfeetbare.hishairisstill

wet,ipresumefromashower.icansmellhisbodywashandhischristian

smell...hmm.

“hi,”hemurmurs,gazingdownatme,hiseyeswarm.

“hi.”ismile,feelingsuddenlyshy.“howlongha一veibeenasleep?”

“justanhourorso.”

“we’removing?”

“ifiguredsinceweateoutlastnightandwenttotheballetandthecasino

thatwe’ddineonboardtonight.aquietnight&agra一ve;deux.”

igrinathim.“wherearewegoing?”

“cannes.”

“okay.”istretch,feelingstiff.noamountoftrainingwithclaudecouldha一ve

preparedmeforthisafternoon.

irisegingerly,needingthebathroom.grabbingmysilkrobe,ihastilyputit

on.whyamisoshy?ifeelchristian’seyesonme.wheniglanceathim,he

returnstohislaptop,hisbrowfurrowed.why’shefrowning?

asiabsentmindedlywashmyhandsatthevanityunit,recallinglastnightat

thecasino,myrobefallsopen.istareatmyselfinthemirror,shocked.

holyfuck!whathashedonetome?

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