Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 107

"Stop." He tugs them from my mouth. Moving toward the bed, he throws the duvet aside and sits down

on the edge.

"Come here."

I stand in front of him.

"Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles."

I blink at him, and his expression darkens.

"Don't hesitate," he admonishes me softly, an undercurrent in his voice, and he pops the balls in his

mouth.

Fuck, this is sexier than the toothbrush. I follow his orders immediately. Jeez, can I touch my anklesI

find I can, with ease. The t-shirt slides up my back, exposing my behind. Thank heavens I have

retained my panties, but I suspect I won't for long.

He places his hand reverently on my backside and very softly caresses it with his whole hand. With my

eyes open, I can see his legs through mine, nothing else. I close my eyes tightly as he gently moves

my panties to the side and slowly runs his finger up and down my sex. My body braces itself in a heady

mix of wild anticipation and arousal. He slides one finger inside me, and he circles it deliciously slowly.

Oh, it feels good. I moan.

His breathing halts, and I hear him gasp as he repeats the motion. He withdraws his finger and very

slowly inserts the objects, one slow, delicious ball at a time. Oh my.

They're body temperature, warmed by our collective mouths. It's a curious feeling. Once they're inside

me, I can't really feel them - but then again I know they're there.

He straightens my panties and leans forward, and his lips softly kiss my behind.

"Stand up," he orders, and shakily I get to my feet.

Oh! Now I can feel them... sort of. He grasps my hips to steady me while I re-establish my equilibrium. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice stern.

"Yes." My answer is feather soft.

"Turn round." I turn and face him.

The balls pull downward and involuntarily I clench around them. The feeling startles me but not in a bad

way.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

"Strange."

"Strange good or strange bad?"

"Strange good," I confess, blushing.

"Good." There's a trace of humor lurking in his eyes.

"I want a glass of water. Go and fetch one for me please."

Oh.

"And when you come back, I shall put you across my knee. Think about that, Anastasia."

WaterHe wants water - now - why?

As I leave the bedroom, it becomes abundantly clear why he wants me to walk around

- as I do, the balls weigh down inside me, massaging me internally. It's such a weird feeling and not

entirely unpleasant. In fact, my breathing accelerates as I stretch up for a glass from the kitchen

cabinet, and I gasp. Oh my... I may have to keep these. They make me needy, needy for sex.

He's watching me carefully when I return.

"Thank you," he says as he takes the glass from me.

Slowly, he takes a sip then places the glass on his bedside table. There's a foil packet, ready and

waiting, like me. And I know he's doing this to build the anticipation. My heart has picked up a beat. He

turns his bright gray gaze to mine.

"Come. Stand beside me. Like last time."

I sidle up to him, my blood thrumming through my body, and this time... I'm excited.

Aroused.

"Ask me," he says softly.

I frown. Ask him what?

"Ask me," his voice is slightly harder.

WhatHow was your waterWhat does he want?

"Ask me, Anastasia. I won't say it again." And there's such a threat implicit in his words, and it dawns

on me. He wants me to ask him to spank me.

Holy shit. He's looking at me expectantly, his eyes growing colder. Shit.

"Spank me, please... Sir," I whisper.

He closes his eyes momentarily, savoring my words. Reaching up, he grasps my left hand and he tugs

me over his knees. I fall instantly, and he steadies me as I land in his lap.

My heart is in my mouth as his hand gently strokes my behind. I'm angled across his lap again so that

my torso rests on the bed beside him. This time he doesn't throw his leg over mine, but smoothes my

hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. Once he's done, he clasps my hair at the nape to hold

me in place. He tugs gently and my head shifts back.

"I want to see your face while I spank you, Anastasia," he murmurs, all the while softly rubbing my

backside.

His hand moves down between the cheeks of my behind, and he pushes against my sex, and the full

feeling is... I moan. Oh, the sensation is exquisite.

"This is for pleasure, Anastasia, mine and yours," he whispers softly.

He lifts his hand and brings it down in a resounding slap against the junction of my thighs, my behind,

and my sex. The balls are forced forward inside me, and I'm lost in a quagmire of sensation. The

stinging across my behind, the fullness of the balls inside me, and the fact that he's holding me down. I

screw my face up as my faculties attempt to absorb all these foreign feelings. I note somewhere in my

brain that he's not smacked me as hard as last time. He caresses my backside again, trailing his palm

across my skin and over my underwear.

Why's he not removed my panties Then his palm disappears, and he brings it down again. I groan as

the sensation spreads. He starts a pattern: left to right and then down.

The down ones are the best. Everything moving forward, inside me... and in between each smack he

caresses me, kneads me - so I am massaged inside and out. It's such a stimulating, erotic feeling, and

for some reason, because this is on my terms, I don't mind the pain.

It's not painful as such - well it is, but not unbearable. It's somehow manageable, and yes pleasurable...

even. I groan. Yes, I can do this.

He pauses as he slowly peels my panties down my legs. I writhe on his legs, not because I want to

escape the blows, but I want... more, release, something. His touch against my sensitized skin is all

sensuous tingle. It's overwhelming, and he starts again. A few soft slaps then building up, left to right

and down. Oh, the downs, I groan.

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