One Bad Night | Ana & Taylor & Christian

Target Practice

Taylor Pov;

BANG! The gun goes off again as Ana hits just a few inches off from the center of her target. "Shit!" She sighs and shakes her head in disappointment. "That was close. You were only off by a few inches." She stares at the target focusing on the bullet hole where she hit it. When she told me to take her to the indoor shooting range I thought she was exaggerating on her shooting skills, but she's proved me wrong. "Not close enough. Let's go again." She says, determination in her eyes. She's so competitive, I never noticed that about her before. "Okay." I wrap my arms around her like I did before, keeping her steady and helping her set her aim. I step back from her and rest my hands on her hips, staying out of her way, but still making sure she's safe from the kickback. She turns her head to the side and smiles at me, then she turns back, aims, and pulls the trigger. With a loud bang the gun goes off and the bullet flies straight into the center of her target. "Yes!" She slams her gun down in its holder. "Taylor, I did it!" She twists around to face me, her face practically glows from the mix of adrenaline and pure joy. "Perfect shot, Mrs.Grey." She beams at me, then pulls me in for a kiss.

Ana pov;

Christian is angry. I can tell as soon as I see him, but I'm not sure what about. "Mrs.Grey." He greets me with a smile, but it doesn't touch his eyes. "How was your day?" I ask, peeking up at him to see his reaction. "Good. Not nearly as exciting as yours I'm sure." He gives me a look and I roll my eyes. This is about the shooting range. "Look, Christian. I was perfectly safe with Taylor. So there's no reason for you to be angry." I try to shut down his argument before it can start, but I know it's no use. "Anastasia, I have plenty of reasons to be angry." I bite my lip, going over all the reasons he could be angry with me in my head. There's quite a few things it could be, the gun issue is just the most recent. Maybe he'll take me to the playroom......the thought excites me. We haven't been to the red room in a while. I wonder how intense it could be now that I'm much further in my pregnancy. "Come." He insists, taking a seat on the edge of our bed. I do as I'm told and move to stand directly in front of him. Christian puts me over his knee and my heart begins to race. "You've been disobeying me quite often, Anastasia. You know how that makes my palm twitch." Oh yes I do. I smile with delight, knowing exactly what is to come. He pulls my pants down to my ankles and I kick them off. Then ever so slowly he peels my panties down to allow himself full access. "I want to leave hand prints all over this pretty little ass of yours." A low hiss slips through my teeth and I bite my lip hard. He rubs small circles on each cheek, then leans down to my ear. "This is your punishment for today at the shooting range, for the last few days you've blatantly ignored me to spend time with Taylor, and most importantly because I can." He stole my line with this last part, as well as the remaining breath in my lungs.

I  climb across Taylor's bed on all fours and reach out to grab my pillow. Since Taylor is no where to be seen I might as well make myself comfortable while I wait to say goodnight. Suddenly I feel a pair of hands on my ass and I look back to see Taylor smirking at me. "I was wondering where you were." I continue to fluff my pillow when he grabs my ass  again, with more force than I was expecting. "Ow!" I whimper, my backside is still incredibly sore from Christian spanking me. "Are you hurt?" I nod and he moves the material of my top out of the way and gently tugs my panties down. He gasps, seeing the red marks covering me. "Christian spanked me." I explain. "Why didn't you tell me?" I turn back to look at him, gauging his reaction. "It hadn't came up."
"Hmm..." he looks me over, his hand gliding over my bruised backside. He slowly begins to rub circles on the backs of my thighs and on each bruised cheek, quickening my breathing. His gentle touch is so soothing on my sore skin. "So Christian spanked you?" He asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Yes." I clarify. "Why? Have you been misbehaving?" He questions. "Maybe you deserve this." He presses down on one of my bruises, making me groan. I'm stunned speechless by his assault. Taylor's never been rough with me before, not even once. He continues his soothing massage as if nothing happened, but I can tell he's deep in thought. Without warning he swats my backside, and I moan, feeling pain and pleasure all at once. "What was that for?"
"Because I can." He repeats the same phrase Christian used on me before, sending chills down my spine. Somehow Christian had to have something to do with this.

Authors Note; comment and let me know what you think. I think they'll be using the red room next chapter.