Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,84

I run my nose down hers.

Trust me, Ana.

“This is not going to hurt. It will be intense. Very intense, because I am not going to let you move. Okay?”

She inhales sharply, her breathing labored as her excitement builds.

I love turning you on, baby.

Her eyes drift down to my cock.

Yeah, baby. I’m ready and waiting.

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Choose a word, Ana.”

A soft furrow puckers her brow.

“A safe word,” I clarify.

“Popsicle,” she blurts, breathy and flustered.

“Popsicle?” I want to laugh.

“Yes.”

“Interesting choice. Lift up your arms.”

She does as she’s told—which turns me on, too—and I raise her dress over her head, discarding it on the floor. Holding out my palm, she surrenders the handcuffs, and I place those and the other cuffs, key, and blindfold on the nightstand. I yank the quilt off the bed and let it fall to the floor.

“Turn around,” I order.

She complies immediately, and I undo her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. “Tomorrow, I will staple this to you,” I mutter, and a kernel of an idea sprouts in my mind.

Love-bites.

I free her hair from its ponytail and gather it in my hand, tugging gently so she’s forced to step back against me. Angling her head to one side, I glide my lips from her shoulder to her ear. “You were very disobedient.”

“Yes,” she says, as if she’s proud of herself.

“Hmm. What are we going to do about that?” She tastes exquisite.

“Learn to live with it?” she counters, and I grin against the pulse point beneath her ear.

No backing down from my girl.

God, she’s hot.

“Ah, Mrs. Grey. You are ever the optimist.” I kiss her neck once more, then set to braiding her hair. Once it’s done, I use her hair tie to finish up. Tugging her head to the side once more, I whisper in her ear, “I am going to teach you a lesson.” Abruptly, I grab her around the waist and sit down on the bed, pulling her over my knee. I smack her beautiful behind. Once. Hard. Then toss her, faceup, onto the bed. Leaning over her, I run my fingertips up her thigh as we drink each other in.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I whisper, as she squirms on the bed, panting.

Waiting.

Her eyes dark with longing.

Keeping my gaze on her, I stand and reach for the cuffs. I grasp her left ankle and cuff it with one set of the cuffs. I take the other set and fasten a cuff to her right ankle. “Sit up.”

She does.

“Now hug your knees.”

With a quizzical look at me, she draws her legs up and wraps her arms around her knees. Reaching down, I lift her chin and brush her lips with a soft, wet kiss before slipping the eye mask over her eyes.

“What’s the safe word, Anastasia?”

“Popsicle.”

“Good.” I snap the left cuff on around her left wrist, and the one attached to her right ankle around her right wrist. She yanks on both and realizes she’s unable to straighten her legs.

This is going to be intense.

For you. And for me.

“Now,” I whisper. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”

And I can’t wait.

She gasps, and I grab both her heels and tip her feet up so she falls backward onto the bed. I ease her ankles apart, and for a moment I enjoy the sight of her, open and helpless before me. Frankly, I could come over her right now. I’m tempted to. But I kneel down at her altar, and kiss my way up her inner thigh. She moans, pulling on the cuffs.

Careful, Ana. They will bite you.

“You’re going to have to absorb all the pleasure, Anastasia. No moving.” I shift so I can reach her bikini briefs, and run my lips over her taut belly. The string fastenings on both sides unravel with a simple tug, and her briefs are no more.

I kiss her belly, my tongue dipping into her navel.

“Ah!” Ana groans. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, as I continue with my trail of wet kisses across her stomach.

“Shh,” I murmur. “You’re so beautiful, Ana.”

She moans, louder this time, and tugs against her metal restraints. “Argh!” she cries as she feels the bite of the cuffs while I continue my conquest of her body, kissing and grazing my teeth against her fragrant skin.

“You drive me crazy,” I whisper. “So I’m going to drive you crazy.” I kiss her breasts, my tongue, my lips, and my teeth provoking Ana’s passionate cries, her heavy breathing, her head thrashing from side to