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"FIVE THOUSAND dollars, Devon? From three stores? If I weren't me, I'd be pissed. But I am me. 'And since I am, I need you to listen to me very closely, princess. I own you and you will obey me." Christian said to me. He said it, and I felt it. I felt it like never before. I felt it like a child being told all year that they weren't getting the Christmas gift they craved for, only to sit crisscrossed beside the towering tree, lit with the most beautiful lights and decorated with the most gorgeous ornaments, opening their gift and seeing exactly what they wanted. He said he owned me, and I felt it. But that didn't mean that I liked it.
"No, Christian Grey—you don't. You don't own me!" I'm leaving and he wouldn't stop me.
As I tried to leave the living room, he had picked me up on his shoulders and walked down the hallway. I closed my eyes, beginning to kick and scream. I wanted out. I wanted out of this hell. All of this I was enduring was sick. He was a monster.
I own you.
He was cruel.
I own you.
He was a HORRIBLE man.
I own you.
But he owned me.
I heard a key rattling, oh please, not this again. "Please no, please not again. PLEASE!" That familiar scent, it made my head dizzy. I was fading. I was still kicking, but I had grown tired. I couldn't do this anymore. We were inside now. I felt it. Instead of hitting something hard, it was silk. I didn't wanna open my eyes.
I own you.
He covered them anyways. With a mask. He tied it every so gently but tightened with a final pull. Christian began to send soft kisses down the side of my arms. My breath hitched. Oh God. What was happening?
I own you.
Next thing I knew, he had pulled down my turquoise romper. The only thing I had on. "Naughty girl.." He said, while blowing soft air against my lower area. I tried to keep my thighs together, he'd move them every time.
I own you.
I felt his tongue. Over and over again against my pink lips, sucking and licking as he spread me apart. Nothing was there anymore. I was lifeless. The only thing in the room was Christian and my moans, filling the walls.
I own you.
He owned me.
is short, yes yes i'm aware. is a filler because i haven't updated IN A WHILE. there is more to come, i promise. oh and just because she thought it... doesn't mean he owns her. ;) stay gorg - paris
