Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 179

I remember Leila, broken and filthy as I bathed her in Ana’s old apartment and how I felt seeing her like

that.

Hell. I’ve had enough of this shit.

“This discussion is over. Let’s go home.”

Ana glances at her watch. “It’s too early.”

“Home!” I insist.

Please. Ana.

“Christian, I’m tired of having the same argument with you.” She sounds weary.

What argument?

“You know,” she continues, correctly interpreting my frown, “I do something you don’t like, and you think

of some way to get back at me. Usually involving some of your kinky fuckery, which is either mind-

blowing or cruel.” She shrugs.

Cruel? Shit.

Yeah, she safe-worded on you, Grey.

Fuck.

“Mind-blowing?” I ask, because I don’t want to dwell on cruel.

“Usually, yes.”

“What was mind-blowing?”

Ana looks exasperated. “You know.”

“I can guess.” Various erotic memories cloud my imagination. Ana in a spreader bar, shackled to the

bed, the cross…in my childhood bedroom…

“Christian, I—” She sounds breathless; distracting her has worked.

“I like to please you.” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip.

“You do.” Her voice is petal-soft, caressing me. Everywhere.

“I know.” I whisper in her ear, “It’s the one thing I do know.” When I stand, Ana’s eyes are closed. She

opens them abruptly and purses her lips, probably in response to my wicked smile.

I want her.

I don’t want to argue.

“What was mind-blowing, Anastasia?” I coax her.

“You want the list?”

“There’s a list?”

“Well, the handcuffs,” she mumbles, and for a moment she looks lost in the memory of our honeymoon

tryst.

No. I grab her hand and skim my thumb around her wrist. “I don’t want to mark you.” My eyes meet

hers, imploring her. “Come home.”

“I have work to do.”

“Home.”

Please, Ana. I don’t want to fight.

We gaze at each other, our battlefield the space between us as I try desperately to understand what

she might be thinking. I know I’ve angered her, and at the back of my mind I’m concerned that I might

be doing exactly what Flynn has warned me against—sabotaging our relationship and killing my own

happiness.

I need to know we’re okay.

Her pupils widen, growing larger and darkening her eyes. I can’t resist her. Raising my hand, I caress

her cheek with the back of my fingers. “We could stay here.” My voice is hoarse, betraying my desire

and my need to reconnect with my wife.

Ana blinks and shakes her head, stepping back. “Christian, I don’t want to have sex here. Your Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

mistress has just been in this room.”

“She was never my mistress.”

Only Elena fits that title.

Don’t go there, Grey.

“That’s just semantics, Christian.” She sounds weary, once more.

“Don’t overthink this, Ana. She’s history.” And I don’t know if I’m referring to Leila or Elena, but the

same applies to both of them.

They’re history.

Ana sighs, and she regards me as if I’m a complex riddle to solve, her eyes beseeching me, but for

what I don’t know. Suddenly, her expression changes to one of alarm, and she gasps, and I think she

says no.

But she is history. “Yes,” I implore her, and press my lips to hers, to drive away her doubt.

“Oh, Christian,” she whispers, “you scare me sometimes.” She grasps my head in her hands and pulls

my lips to hers, kissing me.

I’m lost. Scare her?

I fold her in my arms and whisper against her lips, “Why?”

“You could turn away from her so easily.”

This time I know she’s referring to my attitude to Leila. “And you think I might turn away from you, Ana?

Why the hell would you think that? What’s brought this on?”

“Nothing. Kiss me. Take me home.” Her lips find mine once more, but this time there’s a desperate

edge to her kiss.

What’s wrong, Ana?

The thought is fleeting as I surrender to her tongue.

Ana writhes beneath me. “Oh, please,” she begs.

“All in good time.” I have her exactly where I want her, on our bed in Escala, trussed up and available.

She groans and pulls on the leather restraints that bind each elbow to each knee. She’s completely

open to me, and helpless, as I focus my attention and the tip of my tongue on her clitoris. She groans

as I tease the potent powerhouse buried in her flesh, feeling it harden under my relentless ministration.

God, I love this.

Her fingers find my hair, tugging it hard.

But I don’t stop.

She’s trying to straighten her legs. She’s close. “Don’t come.” My words float over her wet flesh. “I will

spank you if you come.”

She groans and tugs harder.

“Control, Ana. It’s all about control.” And I double down on my efforts, my tongue continuing to provoke

her, bringing her closer and closer. I know this is a losing battle for her, she’s so near.

“Ah!” she cries, and her climax spirals through her body. She raises her face to the ceiling and arches

her back as she comes.

Yes!

I don’t stop until she screams. “Oh, Ana,” I chide her, nipping her thigh. “You came.” Flipping her onto

her front, I smack her hard on her behind, so she cries out.

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