Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 198

“What do you want to do?”

Is this a trick question?

I raise a brow, amused. “What I always want to do.”

“And that is?”

“Mrs. Grey, don’t be coy.”

She purses her lips with her secret smile and, reaching across the table, grasps my hand and turns it

over. With great care, she skates her index finger over my palm, which tingles in response. It’s an odd

feeling that takes my breath away.

“I’d like you to touch me with this.” Her voice is low and provocative as her fingertip continues brushing

over my index finger.

Her touch echoes. Everywhere.

Fuck.

I shift in my chair. “Just that?”

“Maybe this.” She traces a line along my middle finger and back to my palm. “And this.” She weaves a

path up to my wedding ring. “Definitely this.” She stops, her finger pressed against my platinum ring.

“This is very sexy.”

“Is it, now?”

“It sure is. It says ‘this man is mine.’”

Hell. I’m hard.

Yes. Ana. Yours.

Using her fingernail, she outlines the small callus that’s formed where my palm rubs against my ring,

her eyes on mine. Her pupils dilate—the dark overcoming the bright blue.

She beguiles me.

Leaning forward, I capture her chin in my hand. “Mrs. Grey, are you seducing me?”

“I hope so.”

“Anastasia, I’m a given.” Always. “Come here.” I pull her into my lap and hold her. “I like having

unfettered access to you.” To prove it, I run my hand up her naked thigh to her behind, then clasping

the nape of her neck with my other hand, I angle her head and kiss her. Thoroughly. Exploring her

mouth and savoring the feel of her tongue against mine, as her fingers find my hair.

She tastes of apple pie and Ana.

With a hint of fine Chablis.

It’s a stimulating combination in every sense. We’re both breathing hard when I pull away. “Let’s go to

bed,” I whisper against her lips.

“Bed?” she scoffs.

Oh!

I lean back and tug her hair so I’m looking directly into her eyes. “Where would you prefer, Mrs. Grey?”

She shrugs, nonchalant. Challenging. “Surprise me.”

“You’re feisty this evening.” I run my nose down hers while a list of possibilities forms in my mind.

“Maybe I need to be restrained.”

“Maybe you do. You’re getting mighty bossy in your old age.”

“What are you going to do about it?” She squares her shoulders, in that way she does, ready for battle.

Oh, Ana. “I know what I’d like to do about it. Depends if you’re up to it.”

“Oh, Mr. Grey, you’ve been very gentle with me these last couple of days. I’m not made of glass, you

know.”

“You don’t like gentle?”

“With you, of course. But you know…variety is the spice of life.” She flutters her eyelashes.

“You’re after something less gentle?”

“Something life-affirming.”

Wow. “Life-affirming?” Astonished, I gaze at her, as all manner of sexual scenarios pop most welcome

into my mind. She nods, gazing into my eyes and teasing her lower lip with her teeth.

On purpose.

She’s goading me.

She wants life-affirming, I can oblige. “Don’t bite your lip.” I tighten my grip on her and rise, holding her

close. She gasps in surprise and grabs my arms while I carry her across the room and settle her on the

farthest sofa.

I have a plan. I want to see how far her newfound sexual confidence extends.

And I want to watch.

“Wait here. Don’t move.” She turns her head, her eyes tracking me as I head to the bedroom. I scan

the room and remember one of the presents she opened this morning at breakfast—some fancy

toiletries from Kate. In the smart presentation box, I discover a small bottle of scented moisturizing oil,

dark amber and sandalwood.

Perfect. I slip it into the rear pocket of my jeans. From the bathroom I retrieve both belts from our hotel

bathrobes and grab one of the largest bath towels.

Back in the living room, I’m pleased to find Ana has stayed on the couch.

Obedience! At last!

She can’t see me as I approach her from behind, or hear me, as I’m barefoot. She gasps when I lean

over and grab the hem of her T-shirt. “I think we’ll dispense with this.” I drag it over her head and toss it

on the floor, admiring how her nipples peak in response to the brush of the material and the cooler Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

temperature in the room. I grab her ponytail, tipping her head back and claiming her mouth with a brief

kiss.

“Stand up,” I murmur against her skin. She obliges, naked except for her panties. I lay the towel over

the sofa, not wishing to get oil, or anything else, on the fabric.

“Take your panties off.” I look directly at Ana. She swallows, but with her eyes fixed on mine she obeys,

without hesitating.

I like this version of Ana.

“Sit.”

She does as she’s told, and I grasp her ponytail once more, twirling her soft hair between my fingers. I

tug it, pulling back her head, and stand over her. “You’ll tell me to stop if this gets too much, yes?”

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