Updated on August 5, 2015
50 Shades Freed – Chapter 11
Christian flew back from New York because Ana went out for a drink with her friend (oh, so romantic!), so was home in time for the fallout from their home invasion by Jack Hyde (oh, so gallant!). Now he’s going to punish Ana for her transgressions by wearing some jeans he wore once.
Read Chapter 10.
50 Shades Freed
Why’s he dressed like this? What does it mean?
He’s just wearing jeans. I DON’T UNDERSTAND.
He looks hot – his jeans hanging that way from his hips.
This is more attention than I have ever paid to a pair of jeans.
“I like your jeans,” I murmur.
Shit – he’s still mad.
Yes, and you’ll have sex and it’ll be fine. Let’s get on with it.
He has printed out the rather spectacular email she sent him, in which she stood up for herself. He produces it now.
I need distance if we’re going to discuss this.
Pretty sure you’re not going to get it.
He leans down and runs his nose along mine.
What did I tell ya?
“Why did you fly back from New York?”
“Because you went back on your word.”
Don’t pretend this is about her not keeping her word.
“I changed my mind. I’m a woman. We’re renowned for it. That’s what we do.”
Please, Ana, you’re perpetuating enough stereotypes as it is.
He says he was so worried about what might have happened to her. Also, he had to stay away from her because he was very angry and he might have hurt her. THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC, RUN THE FUCK AWAY.
“Christian, I know you’d never hurt me. Not physically, anyway.”
That’s OK then!
“I know you’re not going to beat the shit out of me.”
Why do I have more faith in him than he has in himself?
Maybe because you’re blinded by love and aren’t aware that he really might hurt you.
“You have such faith in me,” he whispers.
Yes, better just stick to the emotional abuse from now on.
FINALLY they talk about all the things they should have before. Jack Hyde’s computer contained personal details about the Grey family, especially Christian’s dad. He almost reveals some other information, but then changes the subject to feeding her dinner. Thus EL James replaces one pointless mystery with another.
Wow. I thought we were going to have a full-on fight, and here we are, playing in the kitchen.
He still hasn’t told you everything. MAKE HIM TELL YOU EVERYTHING.
“You’re going to blindfold me?” I mutter.
Oh joy, back to the sex again.
His lips are on mine. Cool crisp wine flows into my mouth. I swallow reflexively.
Better than letting it dribble down your chin, I guess.
The food smells spicy: garlic, mint, oregano, rosemary, and lamb, I think.
You can SMELL all that? Come off it.
He feeds it to me slowly, and when I’ve finished I lick his fingers clean.
Get it? It’s sexy because licking!
“It’s time for my favourite course. You.”
There’s enough cheese in that line to put on a cracker!
“Playroom,” he murmurs. “You up for the challenge?” he asks. And because he’s used the word challenge, I can’t say no.
Yes, you can.
He’s kissing me like his life depends on it.
You’d think EL James would get better at writing sex scenes, by this point.
They go to the playroom. She gets naked, arms handcuffed to overhead bar, blindfolded, legs cuffed apart. He strokes her all over.
I hear a low buzzing noise.
“What?” I gasp.
“This is a wand, baby. It vibrates.”
What? What is this peculiar vibrating contraption? I’m sure no 21st century woman has ever heard of such a thing either!
I’m close … all this stimulation… All sensation stops.
“Frustrating, isn’t it?” he murmurs.
Oh no! Suddenly I understand his game.
Extreme X-rated teasing.
He brings her to the edge and stops a few more times.
“Frustrating, yes? Just like you. Promising one thing and then…”
For how long? Can I play this game?
Think that was meant to be one sentence.
No. No. No – I can’t do this. He’s going to continue to torture me. And the dam bursts. This is not love. It’s revenge.
Holy crap, she’s realised.
“Red,” I whimper. “Red. Red.” The tears course down my face.
“No!” he gasps, stunned. “Jesus Christ, no.”
Look what you did. You broke her.
He unclips her and puts her on the bed. He hugs her and apologises over and over again.
“Ana, orgasm denial is a standard tool.”
So you should like it.
Oh. I flush. “Sorry,” I mutter.
STOP APOLOGISING. He made you feel awful, doesn’t matter whether it’s standard or not.
I want to curl up in a ball and withdraw. What am I going to do with this controlling man? Learn to be controlled? I don’t think so…
Hooray! But I fear this isn’t going to end with her leaving him.
“I never promised to obey you, Christian. Deal with it, please.”
Preferably not through torture.
“Your lips are always so soft when you’ve been crying,” he murmurs.
“I will try to be more considerate of your … controlling tendencies.”
Or you could realise that you’re better than this?
Everything seems OK again now. She asks him what he almost told her about Jack Hyde earlier.
“Hyde is implicated in Charlie Tango’s sabotage. The investigators found a partial print.”
Bestill my beating heart! Shall I ever recover from this shock revelation?
“This morning, a cargo van was found in the garage here. Hyde was the driver. He delivered some shit to that new guy, the guy we met in the elevator.”
I knew we couldn’t trust him, looking all shady and shit.
“The cops found … things in the van.”
He’s quiet for several moments.
Oh, just tell her for goodness sake. This is almost as bad as withholding orgasm.
“A mattress, enough horse tranquilizer to take down a dozen horses, and a note.”
I wonder what he was going to kidnap twelve horses for?
The note revealed that Hyde came to the apartment to kidnap Ana. This is not a surprise to anyone, since we saw the duct tape in his pocket already.
“I don’t understand why. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
Don’t worry, it doesn’t make sense to anyone.
“We think Detroit is the connection. There’s something there.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Ana, I was born in Detroit.”
End of chapter, like that’s supposed to mean something.
Read Chapter 12.