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Meet Fifty Shades - Christian Grey's Story By G E Griffin: Chapter 1 - And So It Begins

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“Meet Fifty Shades #fanfiction #fiftyshades #anastasiasteele #christiangrey # jamiedornan dayline.info March Fifty Shades Freed CHAPTER CHAPTER “Mr. Rodriguez . “I have a meeting with some guys over from Taiwan. I can't blow them off. Holy cow, I am meeting his folks! He's just worked me over with a riding crop and tied me up using a cable tie which I sold him, for heaven's.

Is he your boyfriend? I know when people are bullshitting. She watches as I peel back the paper on my blueberry muffin.

She seems slightly irritated as she answers me this time. I told you yesterday. Why do you ask? I like to see your face. Yes, she doesn't give much away.

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I just wish I knew what you were blushing about. Have I offended you? She is quite a courageous little thing under that shy exterior. So for now I just explain. I'm the one in control here. I steer the conversation round to ask about her family. I need to know if any close family associations could present an obstacle to her being my sub every weekend, but nothing that I manage to prise out of her gives me any great cause for concern.

Hmm, she must be pretty close to him then. Now she turns the tables and asks about my family, and I very briefly fill her in, but I didn't come here to talk about them with her. They are of no concern to a sub. Then we talk about travelling abroad — she has never left mainland USA, and I find myself imagining showing her places like France and England when I see the way her face lights up as she becomes animated on the subject of Shakespeare and Hardy.

But just as she is beginning to open up a little bit, she calls time on our date. These exams are important to her, I understand and respect that. That thought makes me happy and I smile at her, thinking of how much fun it will be to train her for the role. Oh yes indeed, fettering, flogging and fucking the delectable Miss Steele in my playroom. Fucking her very hard indeed. I thought as much. Well, that means no one else will get to see her dressed as she really ought to be.

I can take care of her wardrobe to suit my tastes.

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Well I suppose I have asked her all about her boyfriends. But she really has no idea about me does she? Holy shit, of course she did. In her hurry she trips and stumbles headlong into the road, and I see a cyclist making straight for her as he heads the wrong way up this one way street.

I hold her close as I trace the perfect soft skin of her face to make sure she is unhurt. I nearly groan out load as my thumb traces over that beautiful mouth of hers — that bottom lip that she bites enticingly so often is so soft and alluring. In fact she is practically begging me to kiss her. Releasing my chin, he runs his hand down over my body and back up to my breast.

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Touch you like this? His hand moves down across my ribs, past my waist to my hip. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and gently tugs. Christian pauses, leans up, and presses mute on the remote. He gazes down at me. Did he make it past second base? He shifts to my side and slides his hand beneath my sweatpants. He pushes his finger into my mouth, mirroring what he was doing a moment earlier. He thrusts, once, twice, and again.

I gasp as the material of my sweatpants rubs in just the right way. He pushes once more, grinding into me. His hand moves back to concentrate on my nipple once more and his teeth scrape along my jaw. I open my mouth to articulate a response and fail miserably, groaning loudly. He captures my mouth once more, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth again.

He releases my other wrist and my hands travel greedily up his shoulders and into his hair as he kisses me. When I pull on his hair, he groans and raises his eyes to mine. He stops grinding against me. I love you touching me, Ana. He kneels between my legs and drags me up to haul off my top. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he yanks it over his head and tosses it on the floor, then pulls me onto his kneeling lap, his arms clasped just above my behind.

Tentatively I reach up and brush the tips of my fingers through the smattering of chest hair over his sternum, over his burn scars. He watches me intently as my fingers float delicately over his skin, first to one nipple and then the other. They pucker beneath my caress. Leaning forward, I plant soft kisses on his chest, and my hands move to his shoulders, feeling the hard, sculptured lines of sinew and muscle.

My fingers move into his hair, pulling his head back so I can claim his mouth, fire licking hot and high in my belly. He groans and pushes me back onto the couch. He sits up and rips off my sweatpants, undoing his fly at the same time.

I lay sprawled on his chest. I look up to stare at the television screen where the end credits for The XFiles play. Christian reaches for the remote and switches the sound back on. Christian as a kid. Car chases and fires and psycho ex-bosses notwithstanding. Christian sighs and runs his other hand through his hair. I shift, propping myself up on my elbows to see him better. It was my fault.

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I wanted to get away from them. I am Anastasia when I am in trouble just like at home with my mother. He assumed it was a woman. He wore his hair like that. I notice her cell is only showing a quarter charged, while mine shows half.

Using the app is going to eat up the battery, so I suggest we just use hers until it runs out, then switch to mine. Once we get to the road, have you got any cash on you, in case we need to persuade someone to give us a ride? In any case, once we get a signal we can make a few calls, get something sorted out. I bent the rules for you in the beginning, on the understanding that you would be giving up a.

That was years ago; I've been very lenient. You know how she hates you smoking, and how she worries about you. I need a cigarette. Show a bit of backbone, woman. We walk in silence for a while after that, which suits me just fine. Ros seems to think hiking together in the middle of nowhere is the perfect opportunity to start grilling me about my personal life.

How do you know about Anastasia? Why do people have to be so fucking nosy all the time? Of course everyone is going to gossip.

The great swoon-worthy, ridiculously good looking, sex on legs, multi-millionaire Christian Grey, that everyone thought was gay, suddenly turns out to be straight? How do we know this? None of your usual intimidating tricks work on me, remember? I'm not scared to tell you to go fuck yourself, unlike all your other employees.

You even have Taylor, ex forces Green Beret and all that shit, asking how high whenever you say jump. Spill to your Aunty Ros.

You and Anastasia, is it serious? At least I hope it is. I guess you could say we're a work in progress. Not that I give a fuck what people think. And I bet Taylor knows all about her, but he never lets anything slip. He really is very good you know.

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The archetypal strong, silent, discrete henchman. Maybe not a hooker, but some sort of a private arrangement with a very discrete lady to cater for your particular needs? But is she going to go quietly? Thinking about Leila, Ros is getting uncomfortably close to the truth.

Subject closed and off limits. Struck a nerve, have I? Very well, have it your own way. I just thought you might appreciate an opportunity to open up to an old friend and talk things over with someone non-judgmental.

My mom has never forgiven me for not being the daughter she dreamed of. And my dad copes by burying his head in the sand and pretending that Gwen and I are just regular girlfriends. I wrote the original fucking textbook on how to be a major disappointment to your parents. I just get upset for Gwen sometimes, when my mom ignores her. But my mom is far too wise a woman to run the risk of alienating either of her sons, so she has welcomed both Ana and Kate with open arms, because she can see that they make us happy.

Thinking of this makes me realize that I'm actually looking forward to seeing my family at my birthday gathering tomorrow. I could have made it in half the time, but Ros has struggled to keep up, especially with her unsuitable foot attire. I shall have to insist she has a thorough medical examination and a review of her exercise schedule when we get back.

As my second in command, she is a vital member of my team, and I need her fit and well, so she must look after herself. At least I know that Gwen will back me up on this, as we've discussed our concerns about Ros previously. Hitching a ride is not as easy as they make it out to be in films. I nod my agreement, as I don't think we have much choice, seeing as both our phones are now well and truly dead, and no one else has stopped for us. I get in the cab of the truck first, so I'll be between this guy and Ros, just in case he turns out to be some kind of a weirdo — I mean, I don't really blame anyone for not stopping to pick us up - what kind of idiot stops to pick up total strangers from the side of the road, right?

The anti-kidnapping training that Taylor insisted I completed is kicking in — no point in letting the guy know I'm worth a small fortune.

We broke down in the middle of nowhere, and had to walk some considerable distance. And both our cells died — speaking of which, could we borrow your cell just to make a couple of calls? And when I'm out on the road, I don't want nobody ringing me to talk about all kinds of shit that I just want to escape from, if you catch my drift? I subtly nod towards the pictures of the woman dotted about the cab. Perhaps we could just stop on the way, so I could get to a phone to call my partner?

And buy some more cigarettes, no doubt. I glare at her. I don't want to waste time on making any stops.

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That was the main reason I decided to take Charlie Tango today rather than drive. Will he be worried about you? Your partner, I mean. Are you going to enlighten him? I silently ask by raising my eyebrows at her. She knows I forgot to charge it last night, because she heard me cussing about it this morning. My stomach grumbles loudly at this point, as if answering for me, and he laughs again.

Fetch it up here, if you would, Ros.