around my neck. “Up all thirty floors?”
“Mrs. Grey, I am very pleased to announce that you’ve put on some weight.”
“What?”
“So, if you don’t mind, we’ll use the elevator.”
Taylor opens the doors to the Escala lobby and smiles. “Welcome home, Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey.”
“Thanks, Taylor,” I answer.
We head into the lobby. “What do you mean I’ve put on weight?” Ana glares at me.
She’s pissed.
“Not much.” I grin to reassure her. Tightening my hold on her as I walk to the elevator, I recall how she looked when I picked her up from SIP, after we split up. How thin and sad she was. The memory is sobering.
“What is it?” she asks.
“You’ve put on some of the weight you lost when you left me.” My answer is quiet. That was me. I was responsible for her sadness.
I never want to see her like that again.
I press the call button.
“Hey.” Ana caresses my face and her fingers entwine in my hair. “If I hadn’t gone, would you be standing here, like this, now?”
And just like that, she pours oil on my troubled waters.
“No.” I smile. Because it’s true. I step into the elevator, holding my wife, and lightly brush my lips over hers. “No, Mrs. Grey, I wouldn’t. But I would know I could keep you safe, because you wouldn’t defy me.”
“I like defying you,” she says with her coquettish smile.
I chuckle. “I know. And it’s made me so happy.”
“Even though I’m fat?” She pouts.
I laugh. “Even though you’re fat.” My lips capture hers once more, and she tightens her hold on my hair as we lose ourselves in each other.
The elevator pings, and we are back at Escala for the first time as husband and wife. “Very happy,” I whisper, my body stirring. I carry her into the foyer and I want to bypass everything and everyone and take her to bed. “Welcome home, Mrs. Grey.” I kiss her once more.
“Welcome home, Mr. Grey.” Her face is alight with joy.
I carry her into the main living room and set her down on the kitchen island. From the cupboard, I take down two champagne flutes, and from the fridge I retrieve a chilled bottle of Grand Année Bollinger, our favorite rosé. Opening the bottle with a quick twist of the cork, I pour the pale pink sparkling liquid into each glass. I hand one to Ana, who’s still sitting on the counter, and stand between her legs. “Here’s to us, Mrs. Grey.”
“To us, Mr. Grey,” she answers with a shy smile.
We clink glasses and each take a sip.
“I know you’re tired.” I run my nose against hers. “But I’d really like to go to bed, and not to sleep.” I kiss the corner of her sweet mouth. “It’s our first night back here, and you’re really mine.”
She moans, closes her eyes, and raises her head, giving me access to her throat.
Ana. You goddess.
My love.
My life.
My wife.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I’m expecting the smooth roll of the Fair Lady as she floats on the Mediterranean, and the sounds of the crew readying her for the day. But when I open my eyes, I’m at home. Outside, the golden dawn heralds a beautiful morning, and beneath my arm Ana tenses. She’s staring at the ceiling, trying to stay still.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment she looks lost. “Nothing.” Her face softens as she smiles. “Go back to sleep.” My dick responds enthusiastically to her smile, far more roused than me. Blinking, I rub my face and stretch my limbs in an effort to wake my mind and the rest of my body.
“Jet lag?” I ask.
“Is that what this is? I can’t sleep.”
“I have the universal panacea right here, just for you, baby.” Grinning, I nudge her hip with my erection. She giggles, rolling her eyes, and her teeth tease my earlobe as her hand skates down my body to my waiting cock.
When I stir an hour or so later, it’s early morning. I’ve slept well, and Ana is still asleep beside me. I let her rest and get up quietly; a quick run in my gym is what I need. While I’m on the treadmill with Four Tet blaring in my ears, I check the markets and watch the news. It’s going to be quite the adjustment to return to my routine. Ana and I have been in a blissful bubble for the last few weeks, but now I’m ready to go back to work. I’m excited. My wife and I