Chapter 103 (1/2)

He relaxes momentarily, so I feel his entire, delicious weight on me. I'm not ready to let him go, my body craving relief, but he's so heavy, and in that moment, I can't push against him. All of a sudden, he withdraws, leaving me aching and hungry for more. He glares down at me.

”Don't touch yourself. I want you frustrated. That's what you do to me by not talking to me, by denying me what's mine.” His eyes blaze anew, angry again.

I nod, panting. He stands and removes the condom, knotting it at the end, and puts it in his pants pocket. I gaze at him, my breathing still erratic, and involuntarily I squeeze my thighs together, trying to find some relief. Christian does up his fly and runs his hand through his hair as he reaches down to collect his jacket. He turns back to gaze down at me, his expression softer.

”We'd better get back to the house.”

I sit up, a little unsteadily, dazed.

”Here. You may put these on.”

From his inside pocket, he produces my panties. I don't grin as I take them from him, but inside I know - I've taken a punishment f**k but gained a small victory over the panties. My inner goddess nods in agreement, a satisfied grin over her face - You didn't have to ask for them.

”CHRISTIAN!” Mia shouts from the floor below.

He turns and raises his eyebrows at me.

”Just in time. Christ, she can be really irritating.”

I scowl back at him, hastily restore my panties to their rightful place, and stand with as much dignity as I can muster in my just-fucked state. Quickly, I attempt to smooth my just-fucked hair.

”Up here, Mia,” he calls down. ”Well, Miss Steele, I feel better for that - but I still want to spank you,” he says softly.

”I don't believe I deserve it Mr. Grey, especially after tolerating your unprovoked attack.”

”UnprovokedYou kissed me.” He tries his best to look wounded.

I purse my lips.

”It was attack as the best form of defense.”

”Defense against what?”

”You and your twitchy palm.”

He cocks his head to one side and smiles at me as Mia comes clattering up the stairs.

”But it was tolerable?” he asks softly.

I flush.

”Barely,” I whisper, but I can't help my smirk.

”Oh, there you are.” She beams at us.

”I was showing Anastasia around.” Christian holds his hand out to me, his gray eyes intense.

I put my hand into his, and he gives it a soft squeeze.

”Kate and Elliot are about to leave. Can you believe those twoThey can't keep their hands off each other.” Mia feigns disgust and looks from Christian to me. ”What have you been doing in here?”