Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 56

I catch her before she falls and fold her into my arms, and she gazes up at me with unfocused joy. Her

expression feeds my soul. “Miss Anastasia Steele. How lovely to see you. Did you have fun?”

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“Please tell me you had something to eat.”

“Yes! Food has been eaten.” She drops her shoes and they clatter on the floor, while she winds her

arms around my neck.

“Can I fix your crown?” I try to straighten her tiara.

“You fixed my crown long ago,” she slurs.

What?

“You have the most beautiful mouth.” She runs her index finger shakily over my lips.

“Do I?”

“Hmm…yes. You do things to me with that mouth.”

“I like doing things to you with my mouth.”

“Shall we do it now?” Her unfocused gaze moves from my mouth to my eyes.

“Tempting though that sounds, I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now.”

She sways a little and I tighten my hold on her. “Dance with me,” she mumbles, grinning up at me. She

lets her hands run down my jacket lapels, and tugs me closer so I feel her down the length of my body.

“We should put you to bed.”

“I wanna dance…with you,” she whispers, and offers me her lips.

“Ana,” I warn, tempted to carry her to bed, but I’m enjoying the feel of her in my arms and the way she’s

imploring me with her big blue eyes. “Okay. What would you like to dance to?” I’m feeling indulgent.

“Muuuusic.”

I laugh, a little exasperated, and move us over to the kitchen counter, where I pick up the remote and

press play. Moby’s “Bodyrock” starts over the sound system. It’s one of my favorites from my youth, but

a bit frenetic for now. I skip the track and Nina Simone’s “My Baby Just Cares for Me” echoes through

the room.

“This?” I state in response to Ana’s inebriated smile.

“Yes.” She throws her head and arms back with such enthusiasm that I almost drop her.

“Shit. Ana!” I’m glad I have my arm around her waist, otherwise she’d be sprawled on the floor. She

starts to stagger and I wonder if she’s going to pass out, then realize she’s attempting to dance.

Whoa.

I clamp my arms around her. I’ve never danced with someone as inebriated as Ana. She is all arms

and legs and unpredictable spins.

It’s an education.

I try to take both her hands and lead her around the room, in a semblance of a dance—that’s more a jig

—so it’s not entirely successful. It’s unsettling.

Suddenly she stops and clutches her head. “Oh. The room is spinning.”

Oh no. “I think we should go to bed.”

She looks up at me between her fingers. “Why? What are you going to do?”

Is she flirting or is this a serious question?

“Let you sleep,” I reply, deadpan.

She makes a face, which I interpret as disappointment, but, taking her hand, I guide her back to the

kitchen counter. From the cupboard I grab a glass and fill it with water. “Drink this.” I pass it to her, and

she does as she’s told. “All of it.”

She narrows her eyes and squints—I suspect to get me in focus. “You’ve done this before.”

“Yes. With you. Last time you were inebriated.”

She drains the glass and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“No. Not tonight.”

She frowns.

“Come.” I guide her to our bedroom suite, switch on the bedside lights from the wall, and release her by

the bed. “Do you feel sick?”

“No!” she says emphatically.

That’s a relief. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“No!”

“Turn around,” I demand.

She gives me a lopsided smile, and I remove the tiara.

“Turn around—let me unzip your dress.” I drag the ridiculous sash over her head.

“You are so good to me.” She lays her hand on my chest, splaying out her fingers.

“Enough. Turn around. I won’t ask you again.”

She grins. “There he is…”

Oh, baby.

I grasp her shoulders and gently turn her around so I can unfasten her dress. It obliges and falls

immediately, pooling at her feet. She’s wearing a black lacy bra, matching panties, and a white garter. I

undo her bra and step forward, bringing her body flush to mine, and I drag the straps down her arms.

She rubs her ass against me and moves her hand behind her to fondle my more-than-interested dick.

Ana!

I allow myself a brief moment of pure pleasure and push my hips forward as her hand fumbles the

length of my hardening cock.

Yes!

I drop her bra on the floor, move her hair aside, and run my lips down her neck. “Stop,” I whisper.

She continues to rub her hand over me. I groan and step back. Kneeling, I slip the garter—which I

suspect came with the sash and tiara—and her panties down her legs, and kiss her behind. “Step.” She

does, and I remove her underwear and gather her clothes together before pulling back the duvet. “Into

bed.”

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