Well, I couldn't resist writing the next chapter. I probably rewrote it three times. The good news about that is I have the basic outline for two more chapters beyond this one.
Tonight this story just hit or is going to hit tonight:
To celebrate, I decided to post the next chapter RIGHT AWAY. Besides, you guys have been waiting long enough!
*not including Author's Notes. If you include those, it hit 40,000 quite some time ago.
**It's actually already made it to 96,600! Earlier today, the counter was somewhere around 93,000.
Chapter 20: Mine
Eventually, I manage to find Ray. He's standing with Kate, and… oh god, Christian. I don't know that I can handle this. I had to sit very still for about ten minutes after my orgasm I was so sensitive and the pearls were right there. Now I'm building again and Christian winking at me is not helping.
Neither is the way Kate keeps laughing at his jokes.
She's got her robe open and I can see the white low-cut sundress she's wearing underneath. Her breasts distract me from Christian for a moment. I wonder if I could fit one each into my hands…
"Ana!" my dad calls, waving me over. I hurry as much as I dare over before he gives me a giant and un-Ray-like hug. I pull back from our touching moment to see tears welling behind his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Anastasia," he says softly.
I feel the tears welling in my eyes, too. What a roller coaster of emotions! I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack before this day is through.
Dad holds me at arm's length, beaming at me, then claps me on the shoulders and composes himself. "Kate was just introducing me to your boyfriend here."
I audibly gag. Boyfriend? "Kate!" I snap at her. Wasn't this supposed to be a secret? And where'd she get the term "boyfriend" from? He's going to be so mad at me. Both that I told Kate anything and that he's now my "boyfriend". I pale imagining what my punishment for this could be.
But when I look to Christian, he's smiling lazily at me. He reaches out his hand and takes mine, holding it comfortably.
I'm holding hands with Christian Grey.
How is this my life?
"It's okay, Ana, it's not a secret."
Funny, I thought it was, I think.
He gives me an innocent kiss on the lips then extends his free hand to Ray. "Nice to meet you, sir," he says, shaking hands.
Good god, for some reason I find it incredibly hot when he says "sir".
I look back at Kate and see her grinning. She gives me a thumbs-up but I still scowl at her. How dare she be cute and adorable at a moment like this? She should be meek and contrite!
"You gave a hell of a speech, Mr. Grey."
"Please, call me Christian."
Oh, so Ray can call him Christian, Kate can call him freaking Chris, but I have to call my "boyfriend" Mr. Grey? That seems logical.
I admit it. I'm ornery because of the pearls. They're long past their enjoyable phase and now just making me squirmy.
Christian looks down at me and whispers into my ear, "Why don't you go powder your nose? You can take those off now if you like," then gives me a little kiss on my neck and squeezes my hand.
"Will you excuse me, I'm just going to run to the ladies' room," I say. Kate joins me on the trip, skipping and jumping in an overabundance of energy. She really wouldn't do well in these underwear.
"Have you seen Ethan yet, Ana?" she asks, hopping along.
"Not yet," I say, smiling at the thought. He's such a pleasure to be around. Although, I have to say I'm glad I didn't run into him in the pearls. He usually picks me up and spins me around as a greeting and I'm not sure I could handle that in this state.
After I have my underwear safely stashed in my purse and I've checked my skirt for signs of my bad behavior (all clear… thank god for the color black. And for lining), we grab a couple glasses of champagne before headed back to my dad and Christian, who are just chatting up a storm.
Why does Christian Grey have to be so likable? It makes it all seem a bit naughtier knowing what he's like behind closed doors.
Out of nowhere, I'm lifted off the ground, squealing like a piglet. I nearly flash everyone around me but manage to keep my feet pointing towards the ground (the whole no-underwear thing takes a little getting used to). Once I'm firmly on the ground again, I spin around to find myself in Ethan's arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a big hug. This time he picks me up and spins me, making me giggle uncontrollably.
Finally, when we're still again, he gives me a big sloppy kiss on the cheek.
I feel Christian Grey at my back before I see him. The heat coming off of him is intense.
"I don't believe we've met," he grumbles.
"Chris, this is my brother, Ethan," Kate jumps in, grabbing Ethan for a quick hug. "So what? I haven't seen you in months and you say hi to Steele first? Some brother you are!" She punches him hard in the shoulder. She's definitely much stronger than she looks (I know first-hand) and I can tell it'll leave a big bruise.
"Ow! Sorry, Kate," he says. He must be the only person I know who acts contrite when he's supposed to.
She smiles warily back at him before punching him in the other shoulder. "There, now we're even." She turns towards Christian and me. "Ethan, this is Ana's boyfriend." I shift uncomfortably at the word, but Christian just fumes behind me.
Ethan looks directly at me, wide-eyed. "I thought we were saving ourselves for each other, Steele," he jokes. Christian puts his hand protectively on my shoulder and shifts forward slightly.
"Enough, Ethan," I say, before this gets out of hand. "Christian, Ethan. Ethan, Christian." Christian manages to hold himself together long enough to shake Ethan's hand. He can't seem to manage a smile, though.
"Great speech. Loved the part about 'living your dreams'," Ethan says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I can see that this will end badly for all involved, so I take Christian's hand and attempt to lead him back to Ray, who's standing by himself, clutching a glass of champagne and looking sort of lost. Before we get halfway there, Christian pulls me to the right, past a group of sorority girls, and through a door into an academic building.
He pulls me into an abandoned windowless classroom (is this the same one from before?), closing the door behind us and locking it.
"Stand facing the desk," he says, nodding towards the teacher's desk at the front of the room. I blush and hurry over. "Good. Put your hands on the edge and take a step back." I do as I'm told, immediately remembering our very first encounter. I stretch myself a little further than I otherwise would and spread my feet as wide as I can in this pencil skirt.
To please him. To please me.
"Very good, Miss Steele," he purrs, circling around me. "I want you to remember this stance. This will be your ready position when we are not in the playroom. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Grey."
"Very good." He stops directly behind me and makes two or three adjustments — he gently pushes my head so it hangs a little lower, pulls my hips so my back is just a little more arched, and moves my thumb so it's resting on top of the table. "Mm, that's better," he hums. He steps back to admire his handiwork.
"On second thought, stand up."
Disappointed, I stand up, turning to face him.
"No, no. Face the desk. Good. Now lift up your skirt."
I grab the hem of my pencil skirt and lift it to my thighs.
"Higher," he says.
I lift it to crotch level.
I take a deep breath and go whole hog — up to the waistband, exposing my entire nether regions.
"Very good, Miss Steele. Now, grab the desk and spread your legs for me."
I lean back over, feeling a whole hell of a lot dirtier this time.
"Perfect," he says, smoothing his hand over my left ass cheek. "This is your ready position. You will present yourself to me like this whenever I say. Is that understood?"
He spreads my cheeks with his hands, crouching low. "And remember, Miss Steele," he says, licking along my opening before slipping three fingers inside of me, spreading me even further. "This is mine."
"Yes, sir," I breathe.
"Mine," he chants.
"Say it, Miss Steele."
"It's yours, sir. It's all yours."
"Good," he says, running his hands over my ass once again, leaving me feeling empty. He hooks his fingers around my hips and pulls me into his swollen crotch, surely getting the front of his trousers wet in the process.
"I want you to imagine me inside of you every time you come. Is that understood, Miss Steele."
"If Miss Kavanagh makes you come, I want mine to be the name you scream."
He lifts my shoulders so my back is pressed up against his chest. He strokes my clit with one hand gently from the front and fucks me with the fingers of the other roughly from behind. It's mind-blowing.
"Do you like when I fuck you like this, Anastasia?"
"Oh god yes."
"Do you want Kate to fuck you like this, Anastasia?"
My mind blanks. No thought goes into my response at all.
"Yes, yes, sir."
I'm so close. His movements get rougher as he asks, "Do you want Ethan to fuck you like this?" His hands almost completely stop.
My eyes pop open.
Again, I hear the little lost boy hidden in Christian's voice. His fears laid bare.
"Good," he growls, bending me over once more.
I grab the desk like before and brace myself as his hands pull away and I hear his zipper followed by the now-familiar sound of ripping foil.
He enters me roughly, making me cry out softly.
"Good," he says, thrusting hard.
With that final thrust we come together, nearly falling down entirely.