Fifty Shades In Order Novels & Stories

“Are you sure?” He stands suddenly, circling the table, lifting me to my feet and kissing me hard, without warning. The force of it steals balance and breath at the same time. “I’m sure,” he murmurs, fingers lacing through mine. “Now I’m taking you to bed.” “So you make all the decisions now?” “For the next week.” “That’s very Fifty Shades of Gray.” “Excuse me?” “A book,” I say lightly. “Not a hundred years old. Never mind. Let’s go.”

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

“Touch yourself. Slowly. Keep your eyes on me. You will not come until I allow it.” My hand slid into the lace. I was soaked. Every circle of my fingers pulled a soft sound from my throat. His gaze never left my face. The trance held me open, every sensation sharper, every breath louder. “Faster now. Think of my voice counting you down while I fuck the thoughts out of your head. Think of being ordered to take it until you cannot form a single sentence.” I shattered with a raw, helpless cry, still looking at him, still kneeling. When it finally loosened its grip I was panting, face wet, lace ruined.

I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing it with a soft click. He was waiting on the bed, completely naked, his thick cock standing hard and angry against his abs, already leaking pre-cum down the veined shaft. The moment he saw me, his eyes turned feral. “Lock the door,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Then come here and spread your legs like the filthy little stepsister you are.” I obeyed, heart hammering. The click of the lock felt final — no turning back. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back, spreading my thighs wide, exposing my glistening, swollen pussy to him. Juices already coated my inner thighs from hours of anticipation.