Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 148

I clip her wrists in the leather cuffs above her head and take the scarf from my back pocket once more.

“Think you’ve seen enough,” I whisper, and blindfold her again. I run my nose down hers and deliver a

promise: “I’m going to drive you wild.”

Grasping her hips, I run my hands down her body, removing her panties as I go. “Lift your feet, one at a

time.” She obliges and I remove her panties, then each of her sandals in turn. Sliding my fingers

around her ankle, I tug her right leg to the right. “Step,” I order. She does, and I cuff her right ankle to

the cross. I repeat the process with her left ankle, buckling her up tight. When she’s secure I stand and

step close to her, bathing in her warmth and her growing excitement. Holding her chin, I plant a soft,

chaste kiss on her lips. “Some music and toys, I think. You look beautiful like this, Mrs. Grey. I may take

a moment to admire the view.” Stepping back, I do exactly that, knowing that the longer I look at her

and do nothing, the wetter she’ll get…and the harder I’ll get.

She is a mighty fine sight.

But right now, I want to teach her about orgasm denial.

I pad over to the drawers and pull out a wand and the iPod. There’s a small tin of Tiger Balm beside the

wand, and I contemplate spreading a little on her clitoris.

That would heat her up.

No. Not right now. That’s too next-level.

I switch on the music system and choose something unsettling, to suit my mood.

Yes. Bach. Aria from Goldberg Variations. Perfect.

I press play, and the crisp, bright, cool notes sing out through my playroom.

Our playroom.

I put the wand in my back pocket, pull off my T-shirt, and return to my wife, who is biting her lip. Taking

her chin between my fingers, I startle her, then tug so that she releases her bottom lip. Her smile is shy

and sweet, and I know she was unaware of what she was doing.

Oh, Ana. What I have in store for you.

Maybe I’ll let you come.

Maybe I won’t.

I run the backs of my fingers over the soft skin of her throat to her sternum, then, using my thumb, I tug

her bra cup down, freeing her breast. She has such beautiful breasts. While I kiss her throat, I release

her other breast from its bra cup and toy with her nipple. My lips and my fingers tug and tease each of

them, until they’re both erect and begging for more.

Ana squirms against her restraints. “Ah,” she groans. But I don’t stop; my mouth and fingers continue

their slow, sensual torment. I know how easy it is to arouse her to orgasm this way.

She’s breathing hard. “Christian,” she begs.

“I know.” My voice is husky with want. “This is what you make me feel.”

She gasps.

And I continue.

Her hips press forward and her legs start to tremble. “Please,” she pleads.

Oh, baby. Feel it.

My cock is pressing against soft denim, wanting release. All in good time, Grey.

I stop and stand up, looking down at her face. Her mouth is hanging open as she drags air in to her

lungs, and she writhes against the leather cuffs. I run my hands down the side of her body, leaving one

to linger at her hip while I skirt the fingers of my other hand down her belly. Again, she pushes her hips

forward, offering herself to me. “Let’s see how you’re doing,” I murmur. I brush my fingers over her sex,

and she soaks my fingers.

My jeans get tighter.

I skate my thumb over the excited little nub at the junction of her thighs and she cries out, pushing

herself into my hands.

Oh, Ana. So keen. So wet for me.

And you’re so far from coming.

If—and it’s a big if—I let you come at all. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Slowly, I insert my middle, then index finger inside her. She groans and continues to strain against my

hand, searching for release. “Oh, Anastasia, you’re so ready.” I circle my fingers inside her, stroking

her, tantalizing her, while my thumb continues to rouse her clitoris. Her legs start to tremble again as

she strains toward me. It’s the only part of her body I’m touching. Her head is thrown back as she

absorbs the pleasure. She’s close.

With my other hand, I pull out the wand from my back pocket and switch it on.

“What?” she murmurs at the sound.

“Hush.” My lips swoop down on hers, and she kisses me greedily. I pull back while my fingers still work

away inside her. “This is a wand, baby. It vibrates.” I hold it against her sternum and let it float over her

so it oscillates against her skin. My thumb and fingers still tease her sex, and I drag the vibrating wand

down between her breasts, then across each nipple in turn.

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