Happy Thursday!! Let me help you get through the middle of the week with a recap of Chapter Nine of Fifty Shades of Grey. This chapter is full of some laughs, so let’s get this started. I’ve tried to make this one as safe for work as possible.
Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. It’s a beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Wow, what a view. Beside me, Christian Grey is fast asleep. Wow, what a view.
Wow, did you really have to say that twice?
Returning to the bedroom, Christian is still asleep.
So I take it Christian is a sleepwalker? Is that what you mean?
You don’t do any exercise in your life, my subconscious has woken. She’s staring at me with pursed lips, tapping her foot. So you’ve just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn’t love you. In fact, he has very odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.
Hey, subconscious, don’t knock it till you try it!
Honestly, fancy falling for a man who’s beyond beautiful, richer than Croesus, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me.
I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pigtails. Yes! The more girly I look perhaps the safer I’ll be from Bluebeard.
Wait…so are you into the guy or are you not? “Bluebeard” is a classic fairy tale character, but more villain than hero. But you like Mr. Rochester, so…
Being busy is good. It allows a bit of time to think, but not too deeply. Music blaring in my ears also helps to stave off deep thought. I came here to spend the night in Christian Grey’s bed, and managed it, even though he doesn’t let anyone in his bed. I smile, mission accomplished. Big time. I grin. Big, big time, and I’m distracted by the memory of last night.
“What sort of basic training did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice slightly too high, betraying my wish to sound as natural, disinterested, and calm as I can with my hormones wreaking havoc through my body.
“Well, as you’re sore, I thought we could stick to oral skills.”
Oh, hahhaha, Christian, you’re so sexy and funny with your use of double entendres! I’m just rendered speechless by your dazzling wit and your heart-stopping hotness!
“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
Is he telling us that it has a name? Do we have to guess? Is it Rumplestiltskin?
I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
What, you didn’t hear? Ana’s inner goddess is going to compete in the upcoming season of “Dancing with the Stars.”
He’s my very own Christian Grey flavor popsicle.
Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that is Christian Grey. My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staring, too, mouth open and drooling slightly.
He glides his tongue up my instep ““ and I can no longer watch him. It’s too erotic. I’m going to combust.
Please do. Combust, that is.
I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his. The wonder that he’s introduced me to, it’s beyond anything I could have imagined. And he wants to take it further, so much further, to a place I can’t, in my innocence, even imagine. Oh”¦ what to do?
And here is James’s attempt to make this out to be some dark, tortured romance like the BrontÃ« sisters used to write. Alas, it’s far from that.
And that’s a wrap! Stay tuned for Chapter Ten!