e along the edge of my bikini
bottoms. He pulls the strings on each side, and the scraps of material fall
away. I am now naked and at his mercy. He kisses my belly, nipping my
na一vel with his teeth.
“Ah,” I sigh. This is going to be tough . . . I had no idea. He traces soft kisses
and little bites up to my breasts.
“Shhh . . . ,” he soothes. “You are so beautiful, Ana.”
I groan, frustrated. Normally I’d be grinding my hips, responding to his touch
with a rhythm of my own, but I cannot move. I moan, pulling on my restraints.
The metal bites into my skin.
“Argh!” I cry. But I really don’t care.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers. “So I am going to drive you crazy.” He’s
resting on me now, his weight on his elbows, and he turns his attention to my
breasts. Biting, sucking, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs,
driving me wild. He doesn’t stop. It’s maddening. Oh. Please. His erection
pushes against me.
“Christian,” I beg.
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I feel his triumphant smile against my skin.
“Shall I make you come this way?” He murmurs against my nipple, causing it
to harden some more. “You know I can.” He suckles me hard and I cry out,
pleasure lancing from my chest directly to my groin. I pull helplessly on the
cuffs, swamped by the sensation.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Oh baby, that would be too easy.”
“Oh . . . please.”
“Shh.” His teeth scrape my chin as he trails his lips to my mouth, and I gasp.
He kisses me. His skilled tongue invades my mouth, tasting, exploring,
dominating, but my tongue meets his challenge, writhing against his. He
tastes of cool gin and Christian Grey, and he smells of the sea. He grasps
my chin, holding my head in place.
“Still, baby. I want you still,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I want to see you.”
“Oh no, Ana. You’ll feel more this way.” And agonizingly slowly he flexes his
hips and pushes partway into me. I would normally tilt my pelvis up to meet
him but I can’t move. He withdraws.
“Ah! Christian, please!”
“Again?” he teas
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