Fifty Shades Darker (book 5)

Chapter 53

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Ana’s lips part in invitation. Her eyes are dark beneath her mask and they don’t leave mine. I saunter over to her.

“We don’t have long, Anastasia, and the way I’m feeling right this moment, we won’t need long. Turn around. Let

me get you out of that dress.”

She spins around immediately.

“Keep the mask on,” I whisper in her ear.

She groans and I haven’t even touched her. I know that she’ll be craving relief after wearing the kegel balls for so

long. I unzip her dress and help her out of it. I step back, drape it over a chair, and remove my jacket.

She’s wearing the corset.

And thigh-highs.

And heels.

And the mask.

She’s driven me to distraction during dinner.

“You know, Anastasia.” I move toward her, undoing my bow tie and then the shirt buttons at the collar. “I was so

mad when you bought my auction lot. All manner of ideas ran through my head. I had to remind myself that

punishment is off the menu. But then you volunteered.” Standing close, I stare down at her. “Why did you do that?”

I need to know.

“Volunteer?” Her voice is husky, revealing her desire. “I don’t know. Frustration. Too much alcohol. Worthy cause.” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She shrugs, and her eyes move to my mouth.

“I vowed to myself I would not spank you again, even if you begged me.”

“Please.”

“But then I realized you’re probably very uncomfortable at the moment, and it’s not something you’re used to.”

“Yes,” she answers, breathy and sexy and pleased, I think, that I know how she feels.

“So there might be a certain latitude. If I do this, you must promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“You will safe-word if you need to, and I will just make love to you, okay?”

She agrees readily.

I lead her to the bed, throw the comforter aside, and sit down as she stands before me in her mask and corset.

She looks sensational.

I grab a pillow and place it beside me. Taking her hand, I tug so that she falls across my lap, her chest on the

pillow. I sweep her hair off her face and the mask.

There.

She looks glorious.

Now, to spice this up. “Put your hands behind your back.”

She scrambles to do my bidding and squirms on top of me.

Eager. I like that.

I tie her wrists with my tie. She’s helpless. In my power.

It’s exhilarating.

“You really want this, Anastasia?”

“Yes,” she stresses, clarifying her need.

But I still don’t get it. I thought all this was off the table.

“Why?” I ask as I caress her behind.

“Do I need a reason?”

“No, baby, you don’t. I’m just trying to understand you.”

Be in the moment, Grey.

She wants this. And so do you.

I stroke her ass once more, preparing myself. Preparing her.

Leaning over, I hold her down with my left hand and I smack her once with the other, just at the junction of her

fine, fine ass and her thighs.

She moans an incoherent word.

It’s not a safe word.

I smack her again.

“Two. We’ll go with twelve.” I start counting.

I smooth her behind and spank her twice, once on each cheek. And I pull off her lacy panties, trailing them down

her thighs, her knees, her calves, and over her Louboutins, where I discard them on the floor.

It’s arousing.

In every way.

Noting she’s no longer wearing the kegel balls, I spank her again, numbering each blow. She groans and writhes

across my knees, her eyes shut beneath her mask. Her ass is a lovely shade of pink.

“Twelve,” I whisper when I’m done.

I caress her glowing ass and sink two fingers into her.

She’s wet.

So fucking wet.

So ready.

She moans as I rotate my fingers inside her and she comes, loudly, frantically, around them.

Wow. That’s quick. She’s such a sensual creature.

“That’s right, baby,” I murmur, and I untie her wrists. She’s panting, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve not finished

with you yet, Anastasia.”

I’m now uncomfortable. I want her.

Badly.

Lowering her so that her knees touch the floor, I kneel behind her. I undo my zipper and yank down my

underwear, freeing my eager erection. From my pants pocket, I extract a condom and pull my fingers out of my

girl.

She whimpers.

I wrap my cock in latex. “Open your legs.” She complies and I ease into her. “This is going to be quick, baby,” I

whisper. I hold her hips and slowly pull out of her, then I slam into her.

She cries out. With joy. With abandon. With ecstasy.

This is what she wants, and I’m only too happy to oblige. I thrust and thrust, and then she’s meeting me. Thrusting

back.

Shit.

This is going to be even quicker than I thought. “Ana, no,” I warn. I want to prolong her pleasure. But she’s a

greedy girl and she takes all she can. A voracious counterpoint to me.

“Ana, shit.” It’s a strangled cry as I come and it sets her off. She screams as her orgasm rips through her, pulling

on me as I sink on to her.

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