we aim to please (x)(x)

we aim to please (x)(x)




Fifty Shades Trilogy [insp.]

Fifty Shades Trilogy [insp.]


“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?”



"Are you gay, Mr. Grey?"

He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why didn’t I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight outHow can I tell him I’m just reading the questions?

Damn Kate and her curiosity!

"No Anastasia, I’m not." He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased.

"I apologize. It’s um… written here." It’s the first time he’s said my name. My heartbeat has accelerated, and my cheeks are heating up again. Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear.

He cocks his head to one side.

"These aren’t your own questions?"

The blood drains from my head. Oh no.

"Err… no. Kate - Miss Kavanagh - she compiled the questions."

"Are you colleagues on the student paper?" Oh crap. I have nothing to do with the student paper. It’s her extra-curricular activity, not mine. My face is aflame.

"No. She’s my roommate."

He rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his gray eyes appraising me.

"Did you volunteer to do this interview?" he asks, his voice deadly quiet.

Hang on, who’s supposed to be interviewing whomHis eyes burn into me, and I’m compelled to answer with the truth.

"I was drafted. She’s not well." My voice is weak and apologetic.

"That explains a great deal.”

There’s a knock at the door, and Blonde Number Two enters.

"Mr. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes."

"We’re not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting."

Andrea hesitates, gaping at him. She’s appears lost. He turns his head slowly to face her and raises his eyebrows. She flushes bright pink. Oh good. It’s not just me.

"Very well, Mr. Grey," she mutters, then exits. He frowns, and turns his attention back to me.

"Where were we, Miss Steele?"



mllemileycyrus: Fifty Shades of Grey » CHAPTER THREE {x}”Shit,…


Fifty Shades of Grey » CHAPTER THREE {x}

"Shit, Ana!" Grey cries. He tugs the hand that he's
holding so hard that I fall back against him just as
a cyclist whips past, narrowly missing me, heading
the wrong way up this one-way street.

It all happens so fast - one minute I'm falling, the
next I'm in his arms, and he's holding me tightly
against his chest. I inhale his clean, vital scent. He
smells of fresh laundered linen and some expensive
body-wash. Oh my, it's intoxicating. I inhale deeply.
"Are you okay?" he whispers. He has one arm around
me, clasping me to him, while the fingers of his other
hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining
me. His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I hear his
breath hitch. He's staring into my eyes, and I hold his
anxious, burning gaze for a moment or maybe it's
forever... but eventually, my attention is drawn to his
beautiful mouth. Oh my. And for the first time in
twenty-one years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel
his mouth on me.


Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I can't move. I'm
paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need, completely
captivated by him. I'm staring at Christian Grey's
exquisitely sculptured mouth, mesmerized, and he's
looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes
darkening. He's breathing harder than usual, and I've
stopped breathing altogether. I'm in your arms.Kiss me,
please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and
gives me a small shake of his head as if in answer to
my silent question. When he opens his eyes again,
it's with some new purpose, a steely resolve.


anastasia steele | minimalist

anastasia steele | minimalist


’50 Shades of Grey’ apartment building red hot

The “Fifty Shades of Grey” books have made British author E.L. James very rich. They have also made a certain Seattle apartment building red hot.

Ever since the trailer for the “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie came out last month, Erik Mehr’s phone has been ringing a lot.

Mehr is the real estate broker for the “Fifty Shades apartment.”

Yes, the upscale apartment building in Seattle where fictional billionaire Christian Grey lives — and does lots of kinky things — actually exists. It’s called Escala.

It’s overwhelmingly women ages 19 to 50 that call Mehr’s firm, begging to spend a night or two in the famous penthouse or, at least, get their photo somewhere in the building.

"Our silly phone calls have spiked again where people want to rent the room," Mehr told CNNMoney. "I don’t think they realize that this is a condominium building that residents live in and there is no red room."

E.L. James heard about Escala, which was completed in 2009, and wove it into her story, although she did take a number of liberties. For example, there isn’t a helicopter landing pad on the roof.

Escala had to increase its security measures since the book came out in 2012 and fans became a little too eager to get close to “the apartment.”

The most expensive penthouse at Escala doesn’t have a red room. A family from Oregon bought it in 2013 for $6.2 million.

But the building does have some famous people with ties to the building. Escala has had as many as three Major League Baseball players as residents. San Francisco Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum owned one of the “sub penthouses,” but he sold it earlier this year.

While the “Fifty Shades” trilogy and movie have caused some headaches for Escala residents, there have also been perks.

E.L. James gave a private book signing to building residents, according to Mehr, and the film crew took shots of Escala’s exterior (with the owners’ consent) that are likely to appear in the movie.

But the greatest benefit of all has been the skyrocketing home values since the book’s release.

According to real estate website Zillow (Z), the median sales price for a Seattle condo has risen about 10% since 2010. The median sales price for Escala apartments, however, have surged over 75%.

Only six apartments remain unsold in the building. Most are going for around a million.

Still, Mehr attributes the phenomenal rise more to the improving economy and Seattle’s rising popularity than the book.

"Most of the unit owners are like you may expect — they’re business people or a bit older, so the book wasn’t on their radar," says Mehr. "For the most part, they would rather downplay where they live."

But it’s notable that much of the price jump occurred since the first “Fifty Shades of Grey” book came out in the spring of 2012. The median sale price rose 62% since then, according to Zillow.

That’s the kind of economics ruthless businessman Christian Grey would likely approve of.



The anatomy of our Fifty Shades of Grey OTP [x] ↳ “Anastasia…

The anatomy of our Fifty Shades of Grey OTP [x]
↳ “Anastasia Steele & Cristian Grey”


“Come, let’s have a bath.”


"Come, let’s have a bath." He leans down and kisses me. My heart leaps and desire pools way down low… way down there.

The bath is a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very designer. Christian leans over and fills it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He pours some expensive looking bath oil into the water. It foams as the bath fills and smells of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stands and gazes at me, his eyes dark, then peels his t-shirt off and casts it on the floor.

"Miss Steele." He holds his hand out.

I’m standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and wary, my arms wrapped around myself. I step forward while surreptitiously admiring his physique. He is just yummy. My subconscious swoons and passes out somewhere in the back of my head. I take his hand, and he bids me to step into the bath while I am still wearing his shirt. I do as I’m told. I’ll have to get used to it if I’m going to take him up on his outrageous offer… if! The water is enticingly hot.

"Turn around, face me," he orders, his voice soft. I do as I’m bid. He’s watching me intently.

"I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it?" he says through clenched teeth. "You chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you’re sore, okay?"

I gasp, automatically unlocking my lip, shocked.

"Yeah," he challenges. "Got the picture." He glares at me. I nod frantically . I had no idea I could affect him so.

"Good." He reaches forward and takes my iPod out of the breast pocket, and he puts it by the sink.

"Water and iPods - not a clever combination," he mutters. He reaches down, grasps the hem of my white shirt, lifts it above my head, and discards it on the floor.

He stands back to gaze at me. I’m naked for heaven’s sake. I flush crimson and stare down at my hands, level with the base of my belly, and I desperately want to disappear into the hot water and foam, but I know he won’t want that.

"Hey," he summons me. I peek up at him, and his head is cocked to one side. "Anastasia, you’re a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don’t hang your head like you’re ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s a real joy to stand here and gaze at you.” He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up to reach his eyes. They are soft and warm, heated even. Oh my. He’s so close. I could just reach up and touch him.

"You can sit down now." He halts my scattered thoughts, and I scoot down into the warm, welcoming water. Ooh… it stings. Which takes me by surprise, but it smells heavenly too, and the initial smarting pain soon ebbs away. I lie back and briefly close my eyes, relaxing in the soothing warmth. When I open them, he is gazing down at me.

"Why don’t you join me?" I ask, bravely I think - my voice husky.

"I think I will. Move forward," he orders.

He strips out of his PJ pants and climbs in behind me. The water rises as he sits and pulls me against his chest. He places his long legs over mine, his knees bent and his ankles level with mine, and he pulls his feet apart, opening my legs. I gasp in surprise. His nose is in my hair and he inhales deeply.

"You smell so good, Anastasia."

A tremor runs through my whole body. I am naked, in a bath with Christian Grey.

He’s naked. If someone had told me I’d be doing this when I woke up in his hotel suite yesterday, I would not have believed them.

He reaches for a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf beside the bath and squirts some into his hand. He rubs his hands together, creating a soft, foaming lather, and he closes his hands around my neck and starts to rub the soap into my neck and shoulders, massaging firmly with his long, strong fingers. I groan. His hands on me feel good.

"You like that?" I hear his smile.


He moves down my arms, then under them to my underarms washing gently. I’m so glad Kate insisted I shave. His hands glide across to my breasts, and I inhale sharply as his fingers encircle them and start kneading gently, taking no prisoners. My body bows instinctively, pushing my breasts into his hands. My nipples are tender. Very tender, no doubt from his less-than-delicate treatment of them last night. He doesn’t linger long and glides his hands down to my stomach and belly. My breathing increases, and my heart is racing. His growing erection presses against my behind. It’s such a turn-on knowing that it’s my body making him feel this way. Ha… not your mind. My subconscious sneers. I shake off the unwelcome thought.

He stops and reaches for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting… needing. My hands rest on his firm, muscular thighs. Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leans down and washes between my legs. I hold my breath. His fingers skillfully stimulating me through the cloth, it’s heavenly, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my head back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorably inside me … oh my.

"Feel it, baby," Christian whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. "Feel it for me." My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.

"Oh… please," I whisper. I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.

"I think you’re clean enough now," he murmurs, and he stops. What! No! No! No!

My breathing is ragged.

"Why are you stopping?" I gasp.

"Because I have other plans for you Anastasia.”

What… oh my… but… I was… that’s not fair.

"Turn around. I need washing, too," he murmurs.

Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp.

My mouth drops open.

"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.”


“Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.”


This is a man in need. His fear is naked and obvious, but he’s lost… somewhere in his darkness. His eyes wide and bleak and tortured. I can soothe him. Join him briefly in the darkness and bring him into the light.

"Show me," I whisper.

"Show you?"

"Show me how much it can hurt."


"Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.”

Christian steps back away from me, completely confused.

"You would try?"

"Yes. I said I would." But I have an ulterior motive. If I do this for him, maybe he will let me touch him.

He blinks at me.

"Ana, you’re so confusing."

"I’m confused too. I’m trying to work this out. And you and I will know, once and for all, if I can do this. If I can handle this, then maybe you - " My words fail me, and his eyes widen again. He knows I am referring to the touch thing. For a moment, he looks torn, but then a steely resolve settles on his features, and he narrows his eyes, gazing at me speculatively as if weighing up alternatives.

Abruptly, he clasps my arm in a firm grip and turns, leading me out of the great room, up the stairs, and to the playroom. Pleasure and pain, reward and punishment - his words from so long ago echo through my mind.

"I’ll show you how bad it can be, and you can make your own mind up." He pauses by the door. "Are you ready for this?"

I nod, my mind made up, and I’m vaguely lightheaded, faint as all the blood leaves my face.He opens the door, and still grasping my arm, grabs what looks like a belt from the rack beside the door, then leads me over to the red leather bench in the far corner of the room.

"Bend over the bench," he murmurs softly.