Chapter IX ← FanFiction - Christian and Anastasia

HERE’S TO YOU MRS. ROBINSON

CHAPTER IX

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When I arrive at my suite Taylor is waiting for me as I’ve discussed with him over the phone.

“Mr. Grey,” he nods by the way of greeting.

“Taylor,” I say curtly.

“I need you to do a few things for me today.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want you to order a MacBook Pro for Miss Steele. Top of the line, even if it isn’t available to public. With the largest hard drive, RAM, video graphics, and best motherboard available, and I want it be equipped with the fastest internet on board. Even if she has to travel to the remote corners of Africa, it has to function, have all the newest best bells and whistles. Have her set up with an e-mail account. I want all this to be setup and, delivered immediately. It must be delivered by early tomorrow morning the latest even if they have to fly it from their main factories. I’m sure their Cupertino, California factory may have what I have in mind. Have them overnight it if they must. The setup should be enough to rival yours,” I said knowing his equipment not only could control a space ship, but also was equipped to do global monitoring.

“I also need to have her e-mail account set-up today. I want laptop to be delivered to her apartment, and have it set up for her ready to use.”

“Yes sir. Anything else sir?”

“Yes, I also I need to have her set up with a Blackberry. The latest model.”

“Yes sir. Anything else sir?” he says.

“Is Charlie Tango back at the Boeing field?”

“It is sir.”

“Has Gayle gone to see her sister duration of my stay?”

“Yes sir. Do you require her to come back earlier?”

“Not for the moment. I’ll let you know.”

“Yes sir.”

My ‘I’m your boss’ gaze soften just a touch, and I say, “Taylor, how’s daughter? Are you and her mother happy with the school she’s attending?”

His eyes shine with the mention of his little girl.

“She’s very well Mr. Grey. Thank you for asking. We are very pleased with her school. It is one of the best. Thank you for providing for her tuition. We’re very grateful sir.” I nod.

I don’t do well with pleasantries. If I pay for Taylor’s daughter’s private school, it's only as a perk so he gets to stay and work for me. I may be a demanding boss, a slave driver if you will; a control freak as Miss Steele would put it, but I make it worth their while. If the employee is a valuable one, I reward her or him very well. But in return I demand hundred percent loyalty, and I am in control of them at all times. In old west they would be called “riding for the brand.” You eat, sleep, breathe, work, live and die for the ranch and its brand if you will.  I expect nothing less. If they’re not willing to do that, or fall short, I fire their asses. I don’t have time for dramas, neither do I need them.

Getting to where I am, being the top dog doesn’t happen if I don’t have hundred percent control, a hundred percent of the time. I can’t forget nor forgive mistakes. They are costly to me, they reflect badly on the company and inadvertently on myself as I am the sole owner, sole proprietor, and sole person in control. The mistakes are dealt with swift action, so the offender doesn’t forget it for the next time; and it won’t be repeated. Nice guys don’t win.

Taylor is an exceptional handpicked employee among hundreds, if not thousands of possible candidates. He is 6’3”, with military style closely cropped hair, well defined jaw, 215 pounds of muscle with green eyes and a calm demeanor. If it moves, he can drive, fly or sail just about anything from M-4 Sherman, Merkava, T-54, Challenger, to F-22, F/A 18 Hornet, F-16 to amphibious boats. He was a member of the Delta Force. Delta Force is so secret, even the Army doesn’t even acknowledge its existence like the next generation weapons or aircrafts. They’re super soldiers! He’s been in one of the SMUs (Special Mission Units) and had been to some well-known, and some ‘you never heard of but because of it you sleep well at night’ kind of missions. He’s one badass bodyguard and head of my immediate security at 35 years of age. Having been to assault missions as well as impossible rescue mission and have completed them successfully under heavy assault with more fireworks than 4^th of July, he’s well-seasoned, and he hardly ever gets nervous under any tough situation.

I’ve seen Taylor in action; he’s fast like a viper, stealthy like a silent shadow, and extremely efficient. I’m not easily impressed and he impressed me as soon as I laid eyes on him. Can one man do all of these things?  Taylor can; I only hire the exceptional. He’s one of the best of the best; a rare diamond among all jewels. I would have never found him until a college acquaintance and business associate Alex Pella who sold me my jet and helped me handpick Charlie Tango recommended him. Alex is another man who is similar in his business understanding and I suspect his other predilections. You come to recognize the other “control freaks” as Miss Anastasia Steele would have said.

Alex Pella has the biggest privately owned aircraft sales, lease and brokerage corporation out of LA, but he has his fingers in all sorts of pies when it comes to luxury and commercial aircrafts for rich clients like me to the corporations and airlines with clients all over the globe from the continental U.S. to South America to Asia to Europe to Africa. He’s always in his element wherever he goes, and some of the places he goes require a private army of his own. He hired some of the former members of Taylor’s team, and he would have hired him as well, but that required frequent out of the country travels with extensive absences. Alex, being a bigger megalomaniac than I am, doesn’t want any sort of family attachments from his security crew. Despite Taylor’s impeccable resume and skills, he wouldn’t have made the cut for Alex under normal circumstances solely for having a child, though I suspect he would have made an exception for him because of his exceptional skills if he accepted the position.

When I was scouting for a person like Taylor he just sort of fell into my lap about four years ago. It worked out well for the both of us. Taylor’s calm, weighs risks well, though sometimes he can be overprotective. He’d also been a private military contractor, but he wanted to be close to his family though his marriage didn’t work out. It rarely does for a soldier who was in his position where first requirement is to make the military your girlfriend, your wife, your family, and your child, but working for me allows him to take care of his ex and his daughter well, and he gets to see his daughter often.  

Taylor loves his weapons, and he understands them very well. But that’s a point we disagree. Growing up in a home where weapons were abhorred since my mother the doctor had to patch up a lot of gunshot victims, I too am for weapons control; in fact I support two gun-control initiatives in the state of Washington. Gun control is a point Taylor and I profusely disagree. Ordinarily, I would want him not to carry a weapon, but he negotiated that in when I hired him. It was his hard limit, and hard limits are something I understand well. He had to have weapons, and I knew he’d become a valuable employee, so I acquiesced.

They say that people find love in all sorts of odd places which is certainly true for Taylor. After he started working for me, he found love right in my kitchen in Mrs. Jones, my housekeeper who is a widow. She’s another exceptional employee, few years older than Taylor, but then again some men like older woman. The thought of finding love in odd places brings my thoughts back to Miss Steele. What is it I feel for her? I’m afraid to name it. I, Christian Grey who is hardly afraid of anything, am afraid of feelings for an innocent young woman. What I feel for her truly scares me! Icarus to sun. She’ll burn me down, yet I can’t escape her captivation. (← Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz)

 “If that’s all you require sir,” said Taylor bringing me out of my reveries, “I’ll go make the arrangements for Miss Steele’s computer,” I nod. He leaves. 

I have a lot of business to complete today, so I jump into work on my laptop. Before I know it, it’s already six p.m. I go and work out for an hour, then come back to my suite take a quick shower, and order dinner in with my thoughts of Miss Steele. Has she read the contract yet? Will she run for the hills? What would I do if she does? Can I handle it? I need a backup plan to convince her. What if she doesn’t want our arrangement?

I badly want her. I never wanted anything as much! After all these women all these years, nothing really worked to my satisfaction, and yet here she is, a diamond in the rough, but a diamond nonetheless, where some people spend a lifetime to find is right within my reach! I can’t settle with something inferior after I’ve held her, tasted her, loved her, fucked her, and claimed her. “She’s mine!” growls my subconscious. I’d die if I see her in someone else’s arms, someone else’s care who wouldn’t value her like I do. I have to have her hundred percent, and I can’t do it without her agreeing with my terms. That’s the only way I know how. But I can’t have her defying me. She has no sense of self-preservation! I could see that when she got drunk senseless, when she accepted calls from the would-be rapist, and knowing how he feels for her, she’s still in contact with him under the guise of some misguided friendship, and she doesn’t eat! What’s up with that? No, once I have her agree to the contract and have her signature, I can watch out for her. Should she get out of line, I’ll enjoy getting her back in line. The thought makes me smile. My palms are already twitching with the thought and it does something to my insides, twisting and tugging.

I eat my dinner in my suite. Taylor comes in. Clears his throat.

“Mr. Grey?”

“Yes Taylor,” I say.

“Miss Steele's laptop is being shipped from Cupertino, California. It should be delivered early in the morning to her apartment by a technician to set it up for her ready to go.” I nod.

“And her e-mail account?”

“It’s already been set up. Details of her login information of her ME account has been e-mailed to you sir.”

“How about the Blackberry?” I ask.

“The version you requested is going to be delivered this week though it isn’t available yet.”

“Let me know when. That’s all Taylor. You can turn in if you like.”

“Good night sir,” he says. I nod.

I fire up my laptop and get to my e-mail account excited like a school boy sending a girl his first e-mail. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t help myself but grin ear to ear! I have this peaceful feeling when I think of her as if she’s all I want, all I need, and all I desire! Will it ever get old? (←Nocturne from The Secret Garden) 

I get her e-mail account information and type up an e-mail to her:

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Your New Computer

Date: May 22 2011 23:36

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

I hope you slept well. I like you to put this laptop to good use as we’ve discussed.

I’m looking forward to our dinner on Wednesday.

Should you have any questions before then via e-mail, I’d be happy to answer them.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I go to bed laying there still. My mind is reeling, thinking of Anastasia. I can’t sleep. I toss and turn. What the fuck is wrong with me? This must be a fluke.  I get my iPad, and scroll through my digital books. Absently, I find The Tess of D’Urbervilles. I scroll through chapters. She opted for the Debasement. Brave girl...

“The influence that had passed into Clare like an excitation from the sky did not die down. Resolutions, reticences, prudences, fears, fell back like a defeated battalion. He jumped up from his seat, and, leaving his pail to be kicked over if the milcher had such a mind, went quickly towards the desire of his eyes, and, kneeling down beside her, clasped her in his arms...” Damn! That’s what I’d like to do right now.

I close my eyes and randomly scroll through the pages, open my eyes again and I stop when I see the quote that says, “Thus, the thing began. Had she perceived this meeting's import she might have asked why she was doomed to be seen and coveted that day by the wrong man, and not by some other man, the right and desired one in all respects..."

Am I the wrong man for her? I’d like to be the right one. I want her too much. What if I hurt her? Not physically, but emotionally. She’s not used to my dark ways, and dark soul, but when I see her, I see the sun. I feel my youth. I feel her presence body and soul! And somehow I forget about the world though my fifty shades of fuckedup self is nicely tucked beneath the surface. I scroll through a little more and see the quote that shivers me to the bone:

“Out of the frying pan into the fire!” Fuck! That’s not what I want to do to her. But, if she reads her contract, and understands it well, this won't happen to her! She’s an adult woman for God’s sake! She can make her own decisions. Why can’t sleep claim me already! Would I rather take the nightmares laden with the crack whore that was my mother and her horrendous pimp? What a hard place I am in!

“My life looks as if it had been wasted for want of chances! When I see what you know, what you have read, and seen, and thought, I feel what a nothing I am!" Oh fuck! Double fuck! What will she think of me when she reads the contract in its entirety? Will I disgust her? Will she hate me for it? Will she understand? Would she want to give me a chance to try with her?

As I scroll through the chapters, I read “I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!" My breath hitches. I’m strangely filled with hope. She went for debasement, and she just may, just may agree to my terms. Just the thought of her is tearing my life into pieces and there is not a thing I can do about it.

I close my eyes and hug my iPad as if it was Anastasia, and slowly drift into sleep.

**

“I want you!” whispers Anastasia fervently, her blue eyes fire. My breath hitches. She wants me? My subconscious asks. Me? even though I’m completely fucked up! She wants me! My hands reach to her face, my gaze fixed on her, looking, seeking, probing, and trying to decipher this beautiful young woman. She wants me! Me! The husk of a man who doesn't deserve her!

“Why Anastasia?” I ask her intently. “Why do you want me?”

“I love you Christian!” she whispers lowering her gaze looking at her small hands. My breath catches up, and I am unable to breathe for a minute as if someone sucked out all of the air from the room. I close my eyes savoring this moment, savoring her.

“Why would you love me? You don’t know how fucked up I am. So badly that it disgusts me! All fifty shades of it! I’m nothing...” I drift off.

“You’re NOT nothing!” she speaks fervently. “You are the air, and the sun to me. And somehow I was asleep until you showed up in my life sweeping through with your presence. You are a GOOD man Christian,” she says with a sweeping gesture of her hand, "and now that you’re here, in my life, for the first time in my life I feel I’m awake. Please don’t send me back to nothingness Christian!” she pleads.

How could I resist her when she pleads with me like that?

“Anastasia,” I inhale her. “I’m just the husk of a man,” with sadness in my eyes. “I can’t give what you want. I don’t know how... I don’t know if I’m capable of it anymore. I’m too broken inside. So fucking broken, it may be impossible to fix it!”

“I don’t care! I’ll take you anyway I can!” she says, and her words were my undoing. I close the last inch to her face so fast, I was already invading her mouth with my demanding kiss. I was devouring her, claiming her, savoring her, and it wasn’t enough! My hands were all over the place. My right hand lost in her hair, fingers tangled within the strands pulling them down, forcing her head to tilt up, to yield to me, to my will, to my exploration and to my manhood.

Agh! I groan. I swept her off the floor without breaking the kiss, her legs instantly wrapped around my torso. I like that. I push her into the walk while kissing and fondling her.

She captures my lower lip within the grasp and captivity of her teeth. She nips and sucks it, hard! I am about to convulse with this.

“Anastasia, if you keep doing that,” I growl hoarsely, “I’ll fuck you whether you want to be fucked or not! You understand?” She sucks me even harder, completely ignoring my warning! What a woman she is, what a demanding girl!

I move my hands, lower her and my hands peel her shirt off, undoing her bra, springing her breast up to life. My eyes ablaze with desire, I grasp her breasts into my palms, lowering my head captured one of the nipples with my teeth as she gasps with pleasure. My tongue brushed over it, my lips blowing lightly. Her head arches, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. My thumb and forefinger brushes the other nipple while I pleasure torture this one with the relentless assaults of my mouth.

“Christian!” she screams with pleasure, though my name a barely comprehensible word laced with her moans. “Take me now! Please!” she begs.

“All in good time baby...” I whisper.

She grinds her hips into mine. She tries to touch me in the torso her hands absently moving. I capture them one swift move within one of mine.

“Hmm...” I smile. We’ll have to do something about this.

I sweep her off the floor putting her topless torso over my shoulder and carried her to my bed. I stand her by the bed, kneel down and unlace her shoes, and take her socks off. Then I nearly rip her jeans and panties off.

“Arch your back for me!” I order. She looks confused.

“Anastasia, arch your back for me!” I order again.

“Okay,” she whispers with anticipation. She moves back, and crane her body on the mattress. The idea that I am going to be inside of her causes my erection to grow. I reach down and brush her nipples only with the tips of my fingernails as she gasped with pleasure. My fingernails travel expertly down on her torso and I pause when I reach her bellybutton. My fingers circle her navel, with just enough pressure to let her know what is to come, making her desire me more, want me, expect me, and demand me with an all-consuming passion. My fingers travel over her pubic bone and stop.

“Oh please! Don’t stop Christian! I beg you!” she groans. I give her a salacious grin.

“Oh baby, the stopping time has passed. I won’t stop even if you begged me...” I whisper. And my palm cups her sex and she arches her back even more. I lean down forcefully putting her legs wide apart forcing my way in. My jeans and boxers are already off, and my erection has his own mind trying to capture and claim Miss Steele again. I lean down and inhale her sex like a bouquet of rare flowers. Her particular perfume which happened to be my favorite brand... My tongue darts out to taste her, and she is delectable. She gasps, arching her hips right into my mouth and my expectant tongue. My hands reach down and support that amazingly round derriere of hers. I give them both a squeeze. And my tongue invades her inside as pleasure jolts through her. I swirl inside her expertly. Then I quickly insert my index and middle finger inside, finding her wet to the core, and expanded.

“Christian! I’m begging you!! Please! I’m combusting!” she screams.

“Baby, I’m going to go down in on you, and I won’t stop! Are you prepared for that?”

“Yes! Just shut up and fuck me!”

I grin as wide as possible, “Yes, ma’am!” (←Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon) 

“Spread your legs wider for me baby!” She does, and push and open them even farther. And rip the condom, covering my length and slam into her. Taking her, pulling on her, arching her, my thick need for her sex.

“I’m going to make you sore and utterly blissful baby!” I say as I slam and slam and slam into her claiming her over and over again. All of a sudden I pull out of her, and flip her by the legs, and lift her ass up in the air ready to receive me one again. I can’t get enough of this woman! I insert my length into her again, and claim her.

“Oh baby! This feel so deep! So close! Oh fuck!” Claiming her, merging with her as if nothing is enough, I slam into her hard over and over again.

Her moans and groans get louder. “Come for me baby!” I scream which is her undoing and we both come together, loud, and spent. I roll her to the side without pulling out of her, spooning, while holding her tight my hands absently traveling over her sides and her breast. There is sheen of sweat between the two of us. Her hand reaches back as we are lying down, and grazes my face. I close my eyes to her touch, leaning into it. I turn my hand, and kiss her palm. I feel her tired smile.  

“Sleep sweet Anastasia...” I say holding her.

I pull out of her, take the condom out tossing it to the floor, then turn to pull the sheets over, still touching her spooning while a steady jolt of electricity passing through our bodies. I rub her hair and inhale her scent deeply.

All woman, soap, vanilla, and my Anastasia! My hand rolls to the side as I turn.

A loud noise... Clunk!

The noise jolts me back into my body. My eyes fling open.

Damn! I dropped the iPad onto the floor. My hand absently checks beside me to discover that Anastasia isn’t here in the bed. I look around. Was she here last night?

I groan as the realization dawns over me. She even invades my dreams, confounding me! She’s bewitched me body and soul! And I fucking had the hottest wet dream of my life!

My eyes drift to the alarm clock by the bedside. It reads 6:12 a.m. She’s probably still sleeping. I kick the covers off me. Usually it’s not my habit to take a shower before working out, but seeing what a hot night I had with Miss Steele, in my dream at that, a shower is in order and a must. “Along with new sheets!” My subconscious says.

After my shower, I go to the gym and run 10 miles, and lift weight and work out as hard as I can to get rid of this pent up energy. Every place I turn, I imagine her, and it just amplifies what I’m feeling for her, and the fucking desire just fills up like a never ending river!

After my hard work out, I make my way back to my suite, and take another shower. I put my grey flannel pants with my white trademark shirt. I put my socks and Converses on. My breakfast comes in. I read the Seattle Times and WSJ while having breakfast.

Taylor comes in to be briefed for the day’s plan. As I’m about to answer him, my Blackberry buzzes with an incoming e-mail. I hold my finger to Taylor to hold on a minute slightly irritated for the interruption. But my face changes as soon as I see who the sender is.

“Taylor, you may go. I’ll talk to you when I’m done with this,” I say passive.

He nods, “yes, sir.”

Anastasia sent an e-mail from her new laptop for me! I nervously open the message. I frown. She is incorrigible. Why can’t she accept a gift? Why must she look at the gift horse in the mouth?

_______________________________________________

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08: 18

To: Christian Grey

Dear Sir-

For some strange reason I slept very well. I was under the assumption that this laptop was on loan, ergo not mine.

Ana

_______________________________________________

Well, her tone tells me that she either read the contract, or looked over it. That pleases me. I find myself nearly tripping over the food cart while running to my laptop to type a response. I don’t want to waste my time with the small keys of the Blackberry.

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:21

To: Anastasia Steele

The laptop is on loan indefinitely Anastasia.

I gather from your tone that you have read the contract I gave you.

Have you any questions thus far?

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I’m waiting anxiously for her to send me a response. She is contacting me. That’s good. She’s not running to the hills. Gives me hope that she’s considering it. I’ll go out of my fucking mind with this wait. A few minutes later, my e-mail dings again, and she typed me a response. “Get a grip and stop acting like a fucking adolescent!” my sub-conscience scolds me.

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From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Enquiring Minds

Date: May 23 2011 08:24

To: Christian Grey

I have quite a few questions sir, but they ought not be on an e-mail, and you know some of us have to work for a living you know.

I neither want nor need a laptop indefinitely, good Sir.

Until later, good day to you Mr. Grey.

Ana

_______________________________________________

Oh, you teasing, teasing girl! What I would love to do to you to tame that smart mouth of yours! I type a response immediately.

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:27

To: Anastasia Steele

Laters, baby.

PS: I work for a living too.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

_______________________________________________

She’s going to work soon.

I’m done with breakfast, and am sitting at the large table.

“Taylor!” I call.

He immediately shows up, “Yes, sir.”

“What’s the status on that Blackberry for Miss Steele?”

“No ETA yet sir.” God, he makes it sound like a rescue mission!

“What is it that they can’t produce on one single phone?”

“It isn’t out yet sir, and this one has to be shipped from the manufacturing.”

“Fine,” I say flatly feeling petulant.

“Let me know when you get their ETA, and have it all set-up with the e-mail, and my contact information.”

“As yo wish sir,” he says politely. I nod curtly.

“I plan to go to WSU’s farming project today. Pick me up in ½ hour in the lobby,” I say, and that’s his cue to be dismissed. The rest of the day is boring tending business, keeping people in order where I make large sums of donations. My mind is constantly reeling on Miss Steele. Although I know she’s at work, not knowing who she is talking to, whether the owner’s brother is still hanging on her possessively, or the fucking photographer finally got through to her to see her. I’m about to go out of my mind. I have to have contact with her at all times. Finally when my work day is over, I send her an e-mail. She too should be home soon if she hasn’t gone any place else. She has a mountain of documents to read. She had better come home, and get to studying them already.

I hastily type her an e-mail. What do I say? I mull that over my head.

“Dear Anastasia,

I’ve missed you all day. I couldn’t wait for you to get home.”

No! Cross it! Sounds like a teenage boy!

“Hello Ana

How was your workday? I kept thinking of you all day. I couldn’t concentrate.”

Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? Rule #1. Those are the things you don’t say to a girl right away even if that’s what you’re feeling.  Try again:

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Working for a living

Date: May 23 2011 17:20

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

I hope your work day was great.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

_______________________________________________

That’s better. Simple, interested, but not over the top. I hit send.

10 minutes... No reply yet. Hasn’t she come home yet? Where the hell is that Blackberry already? Are they redesigning it from scratch?

20 minutes... I find myself pacing in the suite, and making Taylor uncomfortable. He knows I’m edgy.

25 minutes... I open the mini fridge. Find the white wine, and pour myself a glass, still pacing.

27 minutes... My Blackberry buzzes with an incoming e-mail message. Even from the corner of my eye, I see Taylor exhale a sigh of relief. God! This woman can make all men nervous! Including my security detail who has been to a real war!!

Taylor quietly leaves the room when he sees the relief in my face after I confirm the sender of the message. It reads:

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From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Working for a living

Date: May 23 2011 17:47

To: Christian Grey

Dear Sir... I had a very good day at work.

Thank you for inquiring.

Ana

_______________________________________________

I grin ear to ear! Then I groan out loud! What is she doing to me? How could two simple sentences arouse me, and make me horny? Argh! Ana, read the document, sign it, and put me out of my misery already!

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Do the Work!

Date: May 23 2011 17:49

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

I’m very glad you’ve had a good day. But would you please do your research? You can’t be doing it while you messaging me.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

_______________________________________________

I hit send.  Less than five minutes later my blackberry buzzes again!

_______________________________________________

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Local pest

Date: May 23 2011 17:52

To: Christian Steele

Mr. Grey, there is a local pest who keeps e-mailing me and keeping me doing the task at hand. He really must be stopped. I’m trying to work towards another A here.

Ana

_______________________________________________

What the fuck! She’s going to combust me here! I grin so wide my face hurts, and had she been here, I’d peel her off her clothes and tie her up and have my way with her already. As it is, she is determined to torture me. Oh the comeback possibilities... Anastasia baby, you don’t know what I can do to you... How I can have you beg for me, and tease and torture you for a completion like you are doing to me right now! She’s a tease...

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Impatient

Date: May 23 2011 17:54

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

Would you please stop e-mailing me and do your assignment? The sooner you finish studying, the sooner I can have the chance to award you another A.

I’m still reeling in from the first one as it was so well deserved. ;) 

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

_______________________________________________

Put that in your pipe and smoke it Miss Steele. Two can play at that game... Another buzz... Come on! You’re killing me here!

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From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Search topic

Date: May 23 2011 17:58

To: Christian Steele

Mr. Grey,

I’m at a loss here as to what kind of search string I should enter on the search engine.

Ana

_______________________________________________

Oh! She needs help with her homework. That’s great. I can help.

_______________________________________________

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Impatient

Date: May 23 2011 18:00

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

Start with Wikipedia. There’s a lot of information there.

And don’t send me any more e-mails unless you have questions. Got it? 

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

_______________________________________________

Another buzz! God! Does she ever listen? Is she at all submissive? Even a tiny miniscule bit?

_______________________________________________

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Bossy!

Date: May 23 2011 18:02

To: Christian Steele

Alright! You are so bossy... oh yeah, Sir!

Ana

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She’s after mine own heart. What do I do with her playful, teasing ways? I’m being tortured here by a twenty-one year old innocent girl! I’d like to be reciprocating, if she at all finishes her work. I hit reply.

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From: Christian Grey

Subject: In control

Date: May 23 2011 18:04

To: Anastasia Steele

Baby, you have no idea.

Maybe you may just have some inclination. Do the work. 

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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Now I wait again. I hate waiting. I try to occupy myself with my piled up work, going through business acquisitions, and new business ventures. That should occupy half my brain for the time being. I spend the next two and a half hours working. Then I jump with the buzzing from my Blackberry.

She has a question. She probably got through a lot of the documents. I anxiously open the message, and she manages to drop open my jaw!

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From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Shocked of WSUV

Date: May 23 2011 20:33

To: Christian Steele

Alright, I think I’ve seen enough.

It was nice knowing you.

Ana

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What?!? No, No, No! I'm doubly exasperated, both my hands running through my hair. She can’t just drop me without giving me a reason! Well, ok, there is a reason. She may not be ready for what I’m asking of her, but I don’t want her to do that over an e-mail. She’s running! I can’t take it! I have had a fucking hard day not seeing her. My mind has been freaking out and I’ve been freaking Taylor out here with my edginess. God, no!! I feel my heart constricting, and I can’t breathe! I want her to tell me she doesn’t want me to my face. I better fucking remind her how good it was to know me. If she doesn’t want me after I’m through with her... No, I can’t think about that. She has to know that we’re good together. Good for each other!

I speed dial, “Taylor!”

“Yes, sir,” he responds after the first ring.

“I’m going to Miss Steele’s apartment,” I say a little edgy.

He gets concerned with the tone of my voice, “Is everything alright sir? Is she well?” Why is he getting all concerned and mushy over her?

I speak through my gritted teeth. “Yes.” I hang up.

I make it to her door within fifteen minutes. I ring the doorbell, and roommate answers. She narrows her eyes.

“Grey,” she says by the way of greeting.

“Miss Kavanagh,” I say curtly.

“I’m here to see Anastasia,” I say explaining my presence.

“She’s in her room,” she says and opens the door wider to let me in. I have my car keys in my hand twirling them as a nervous gesture. I slowly walk to Anastasia’s door. I quietly open it as if not to disturb her. She’s sitting at her desk, her hair is in pigtails hitching my breath, with her ear buds in her ears listening to her iPod and studying the contract I gave her! My heart leaps with a sigh of relief. She might still be considering it. But I still have to persuade her.

She senses my presence in the doorway, and looks up from her task. Slowly taking her ear buds off, completely shocked to see me there.

“Good evening Anastasia,” I say coolly greeting her. My expression guarded, and unreadable. There is a volcano brewing underneath, but it’s an expression I’ve mastered. My breathing soft. She looks hot, sweaty from a workout, run? I’m pleased. Confused, but pleased. She worked out. It has possibilities. She’s also speechless. I walk a few steps into her bedroom.

“I felt that your e-mail message warranted a reply in person,” I said dryly.

“Ah,” a nearly inaudible whimper escaped her mouth. She’s still speechless, dumbstruck, and a complete turn on.

“May I sit?” I say pointing the bed. Her "for once I’ve lost my smart mouth” face expression does things to me inside. I have a wicked gleam in my eyes. Oh, baby, do I have ideas of what I want to do to you!

I coolly look around. “I always wondered what your room would look like Anastasia,” I say. It’s a simple room, functional, and homey. She has simple wicker furniture, a single bed, and a quilted bed spread. Clean, simple and peaceful.

“It’s very serene and peaceful here,” I say absently. She’s looking around for an escape route. Baby, you're not fast enough for me! I could catch you in my sleep! You’re not escaping me! Not till I give you all I got, and then let’s see if you still want to leave me?

“How?” she breathes without being able to finish her sentence.

I smile at her. “I’m still in town at Heathman.” Did she just roll her eyes at me? She shakes her head, and asks, “Would you like something to drink?”

“No thank you Anastasia,” I say politely, smiling. Her breath hitches. I cock my head to the side. Let’s get down to business Miss Steele.

“So, it was nice knowing me?” I say gazing at her. I don’t know what she reads in my expression. Do I show hurt? I hope not. I’ve mastered to cover my emotions a long time ago. She gazes down, and looks at her small hands.

“I thought you’d send me an e-mail as a response,” she says absently, and starts chewing her lower lip.

Damn! Is she trying to torture me here? If she is, she is doing a great job at it! First she e-mails me saying it was nice knowing me, like she doesn’t want to see me, and when I show up here, she uses all her innocent feminine wiles completely without effort and intention to torture me, and now chews her lower lip calling me to fuck her! She knows what it does to me! Why is she such a tease?

“Are yo biting your lower lip on purpose?” I ask my passion darkening my voice. She gasps and releases her lip.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware I was doing it,” she breathes softly.

In this small room, with her close proximity, the air is thick with static, and passion. It’s worse than the Heathman’s elevator! I can barely contain myself. She’s close enough to touch. I sit forward putting my elbows on my knees, pushing my legs apart so she sees what affects she’s having on me. Her breath hitches. Damn! I can’t take it anymore! I lean forward and reach to her hair. She has pigtails, and I slowly pull them from the hair scunci’s captivity. They fall free over her shoulders. Both of our breathing shallow. She looks hypnotized while bewitching me herself. I run my fingers through her hair.

Once again noticing her sweats, I breathe, “So you decided to do some exercise,” I say with approval and pleasure in my voice. I tuck her hair behind her ears. I want to know why she wants to leave me. Why she is deciding against us. Am I so bad for her?

“Why Anastasia?” I breathe with a hard effort to hide my worry. My fingers work their way down to her earlobes softly circling and rubbing them rhythmically. I know she’ll feel it in her groin, and her sex. She leans her head into my fingers absently.

“I just need time to think,” she whispers, her eyes desirous. Am I like Icarus willingly running into the sun? Doesn’t she know that? Because that is exactly what I feel... That I can’t escape her captivation. Like a moth to flame. I’m willing to burn for her! Doesn’t she know that?

“What do you wish to think about Anastasia?” I ask softly.

“You,” she whispers softly.

I gave her a bitter smile saying, “and you’ve decided that it was nice knowing me? Knowing me in the Biblical sense?” She flushes remembering what we’ve done together. How perfectly we fit, and tango, and reach to places that neither of us can go alone or with someone else. She remembers. And me? I couldn’t get it out of my head, not even in my dreams.

She shifts, and whispers, “I didn’t know you were familiar with the Bible, Christian.”

“Oh I went to Sunday school Anastasia. The things you can learn there...” I drift off.

“Really?” she says dryly. “Which version of the Bible did you read about the nipple clamps and butt plugs? I guess you have had the reformed version. Mine was kind of outdated compared to yours.”

This woman’s smart mouth is so fucking refreshing, I can’t get enough of it. I love it! She stands up to me though she blushes all the way through. I can’t, I won’t, I can’t leave her. She just can’t leave me! We’ re so great together! My smile is salacious and wide.

I lean into her ear and whisper, “Well Miss Steele. I thought I should come in person and remind your delectable self how nice it was knowing me...” and run my nose through her hair, and her cheek and finally over her nose.

“What do you say to that Anastasia?”

My eyes blazing into hers, my challenge is standing. My lips are parted with desire. I am so full of desire for her, one touch from her will be my undoing. I’m like a coiled cobra ready to strike. She looks at me desire building in her eyes. She too can’t escape it. We’re meant for each other. She wants me too. Oh baby, what I will do to you tonight!

I can see in her eyes that she can’t take the pent up desire in her and she’s ready to jump me, and that pleases me immensely. So, you want to attack. As she jumps at my arms, I move quickly and she’s on the bed, and I’m on top of her pinning her beneath me. Holding her hands above her head with one hand, and pinning her face with the other while my desire filled mouth finds and invades hers.

My tongue is relentless, finding its way into her mouth, staking its claim and possessing her, and declaring her mine once again. I exert all my will, all my desire, all my force on her. My length is a hard press on her making its desire known. I want her so badly, I will combust if I don’t. I need her. This is the only way I know how to show her my wantonness and desire for her.

My desire for her is so tangible you can touch it. My eyes are smoldering, I’m going to combust if I don’t have her tonight. I gaze down at her. I want her to trust me. I want to show her how good we can be together. What we cannot do alone or with anyone else, I want her to see the heights I can take her to. I gaze down at her intensely.

“Do you trust me Ana?” I breathe fervently.

She nods, her beautiful eyes going wide. Both of our hearts are ready to jump out of our rib cages to merge together to do a tango of their own. (← Passion del Tango)

I take my silver silk tie out of my pants pocket, the one I first tied her with. I’m quite fond of this tie now. It’s laden with her scent. I sit astride on her, and tie her wrists quickly and to the metal headboard so she can’t move them. The binding is secure. I glance at her. The sight of it such a turn on. She’s aroused beyond belief, and I’m ready to claim her mine again.

But first, tit for tat. She’s made me suffer all day, and now it’s her turn for a little while. I slide off her, and stand beside the bed, but I still have an immense desire to have my way with her right here right now. But I have to exercise control. I feel victorious, and relieved that she still wants me. I may not be a lost cause after all.

“This is great,” I murmur, and smile wickedly. I slowly bend down, and sensually undo her shoe laces, and slowly pull them off. She knows what I am going to do. Oh! What I can do to you Miss Steele. She starts kicking, knowing. I stop, and smile.

“Oh baby, go ahead and struggle, because if you do, I’m going to tie your feet as well. And darling, if you make a single noise, then I’ll gag you. Keep quiet. Your roommate is probably listening to us right now.”

She’s bewildered and quieted down. Once I take the shoes and her socks off, I slowly and efficiently peel her sweat pants off. I lift her sweet behind off the bed and pull the duvet and sheet down and put her back down on the bed again.

Oh what a sight! “Now then,” I say licking my lip slowly, and she started biting her bottom lip again absently with desire. “Oh baby! You’re biting that lip again! You know what that does to me...” I say, she gasps, and makes a sound of desire. I place my finger on her lips to remain silent.

I then remove my shoes and socks off making a great big show for her while she’s lying in bed helpless, wanting me, desiring me, and ready to jump my bones, but unable. I slowly undo my pants, but leave it on. I pull my shirt off and put it aside.

“I think you’ve seen enough of a show baby,” I say, and chuckle because she’s expectant, and wanting and wanton. I pull her t-shirt up and over her head, keeping her mouth, and nose open, but completely covering her eyes. This is beyond hot! I love the way she looks right now... (← I Got a Feeling by Black Eyed Peas)

“This just gets better and better. Mmm. You’re just yummy... I’m going to get a drink.” Grinning salaciously, knowing she’s surprised. I make a noisy show of walking through the room, open the door, and go to the living room. The roommate sees me half naked and surprised. Kate's gaze narrows but appreciative. She knows her roommate is having fun. I give nothing away.

“Hi Kate,” I say, “Do you have any wine in the house?”

She looks surprised, but nods, “Yes, we should have some white wine in the fridge.”

“Ice?”

“The freezer has an automatic ice maker,” she grins, but turns to her task at hand. I take the wine bottle from the fridge, and put some ice in a water glass, and taking an additional water glass, and leisurely walk back to Anastasia’s room. She knows I’m back because I make a show of creaking the floor boards, and my feet padding across the bedroom floor.

Once I return to the room, I put my finds on the side table. I shut the door, and remove my pants, making enough noise to let her know what I’m up to. Then drop the pants down to the floor. I’m completely naked. I drop a few pieces of ice into the water glass loud enough to make her hear, then slowly pour some chilled wine over it. I take the glass in my hand, and climb over the bed sitting astride over Anastasia making her feel me.

Her desire is through the roof, and not seeing what I’m doing is only amplifying her want and wantonness. (← Fireworks by Kathy Perry) 

“Are you thirsty, Anastasia?” I ask in a teasing voice. Tit for tat baby! You will beg me to take you.

“Yes,” she breathes. I swirl the glass with the wine in it so it cools down. She hears the ice clinking on the sides of the glass cup. Then I take a swig of it into my mouth, leaning over, I kiss her, and pour the crispy cold wine into her expecting mouth.

“More?” I whisper into her mouth. She nods. I give her another sip from mouth to mouth. She’s writhing in pleasure.

“I know you can only take so much liquor,” I say, “I don’t want to overdo it baby.” And her beautiful lips grin. I shift down and lie on her side, and now my erection is pressing to her side, and she know my carnal intentions.

“Is this nice?” I breathe into her ear.

She tenses with desire. Then I take another swig of wine with small shards of ice, and kissing and depositing the contents into her mouth. I then slowly trail cold kisses down the center of her body, slowly, painfully, at my own leisure starting at her throat. Then I move my chilled kisses down between her breasts, to her torso and to her belly. I put a piece of ice into her navel and a little bit of wine.

“Now you must keep still baby,” I whisper her. “Because if you don’t, you’ll get wine all over this nice bed,” I say slowly. Her hips flex automatically.

“Oh no baby! If you spill the wine, I will punish you.”

She groans and thugs at the restraints. She’s ready to beg. I smile inwardly.

My index finger trails up to her bra cup, and thug at it leisurely, freeing and pushing her breast up from the confines of the bra cup. I do the same for the other breast. Now they’re both exposed and at my beckoning. I tug and kiss each of her nipples with my cold lips. She tries to arch in response, but she is not supposed to spill the wine.

“How nice is this baby?” I breathe as I blow chilled air to one of her nipples.

I take another piece of ice, and swirl it around and around over one of the nipples while I thug and suck on the other one. She moans and struggles against the restraints, and full of passion and sweet torture.

“If you spill the wine, I won’t let you come Anastasia,” I say threatening.

Then comes the begging, “Oh... please Christian... please Sir... I need you... Please” she begs going insane. I smile. Yes baby. That’s what you made me feel like. Helpless, combusting, desirous, and unable to get fulfilled. All this waiting, all this wanting, and not having you! This is what you do to me! You torture me ever since I’ve met you, and you don’t even know it!

The ice in her navel starts melting with her rising body heat. She’s hot, she’s cold, she’s wanton, she’s desirous. She wants my sex!

My fingers trail over her belly lazily. Her over sensitized skin responds and flexes automatically, and the wine seeps over from her belly. I move quickly lapping it with my tongue, followed by kisses, and sucking, and biting and sucking again.

“Oh baby, you moved. What am I going to do with you?” She starts panting, and her body is on sensory overload. She’s writhing beneath me, and I slip my fingers into her panties, and push two fingers inside.

Feeling her wet to the core for me turns me on beyond belief, “Oh baby, you are so ready,” I murmur.

She tilts her hips up to meet my fingers. Her desire for me sets fire within me; I want to rock her world. (← You Rock My World by Michael Jackson)  

“You’re such a greedy girl,” I mock scold her, and my fingers work their magic circling her clitoris. She groans and lifts her hips, and her body bucks beneath me.

“Please Christian! I want to touch you,” she breathes.

“I know baby,” I say, knowing what she wants, desiring her touch, but unable to receive it, because I am so fucked up! But I can’t dwell on that shit right now. All of a sudden I have an immense desire to have her, fuck her, claim her, make her mine, and stick my flag on her, short of branding her! That’s how much I damn well desire her! I just grab her hair; lift her head off the bed closing the gap between us with my mouth, claiming her inside her mouth. While my fingers move expertly over her clitoris, my mouth mirrors the actions, twirling, dancing, claiming, inhaling her. I’m infused with this woman, and I can’t get enough of it!

I relentlessly assault her mouth and her sex with my fingers and tongue.

“This is your punishment, so close yet so far. Is this nice?” I breathe into her ear. She’s tormented me, and I’m giving her a taste of her own medicine.

“Please Christian!” she begs, and that’s my undoing.

“How shall I fuck you Anastasia?” I growl.

All she can say is “Please!” begging.

“What do you want Ana?”

“I want you!... And I want it now!” she cries out.

I continue to tease. “There are just so many ways to do that. Shall I fuck you this way, or that way, or the other way... Choices are endless.”

I take a packet of condom, and rip the foil. I kneel between her legs, and painfully slowly pull her panties off. The sight before me is so sweet, I can’t contain myself any longer, and roll the condom on. I pull her shirt off her head, so she can see what she’s up against. Then, I make a show of what she could have, but still too far from having.

“How nice is that?” I say stroking myself.

“Please Christian! I meant that as a joke.” She pleads, her eyes says, “Just fuck me already!”

She tortured for a joke? I was going out of my mind, and it was just a joke?

“A joke?” I say softly menacingly.

“Yes, just a joke. Please Christian!” she begs.

“Are you laughing now?” I ask.

“No,” she whimpers.

Tens of emotions are going through my head, and I’m so pent up with this sexual desire, and I was a toy in her hands. Well, you’ll get your first taste of punishment Miss Steele!

I suddenly push her knees up off the bed into the air and slap her butt as hard as I can. And before she can make a single sound, I plunge into her. She cries out with the ferocity of my assault. I fuck, and fuck and fuck her repeatedly making her come many times over! Again and again and again! I don’t stop. This is her punishment fuck! She’s spent, and she’s going against me, absorbing all I have to give her... She’s building and coming again.. Once more..

“Come on, Anastasia! Again!” I growl at her through clenched teeth, and she convulses again, and climaxes anew with another shattering orgasm, finally I find my release collapsing on top of her, my breathing rugged.

“How nice was that?” I ask through gritted teeth.

We both lie in bed panting and spent. I am on top of the pleasure mountain, and though I gave her a punishment fuck, I can’t get enough of her. I haven’t had my fill of her. I close my eyes, and slowly pull out of her. I rise out of the bed immediately, and dress up. I climb back on the bed, and untie her hands, and pull her t-shirt off. She readjusts her bra, and I cover her with the duvet. She looks at me completely bemused and dazed. I can’t help but smirk at her expression.

“That was very nice,” she whispers.

Damn woman! I gave you all I’m worth, and I only made it to “nice”!

“There’s that word again,” I say.

“What word?”

“Nice,” I say.

“You don’t like that?”

“Nope, it doesn’t do for me at all.” I say dryly.

“Oh, I don’t know, it seems to have a very beneficial effect on you.”

Can you insult me any more than that?

“Am I a beneficial effect now Miss Steele. You’re wounding my ego.” I say.

“Mr. Grey, there’s nothing wrong with your ego.”

“Is that what you think Miss Steele?” I say, and slowly lie next to her fully clothed.

“Why don’t you like to be touched Christian?” she asks.

“I just don’t,” I say brusquely, but soften the blow by planting a kiss on her forehead. “So the email was your idea of a joke?”

She smiles apologetically and shrugs.

“Does that mean that you’re still considering my proposal?” I ask.

“Do you mean, your indecent proposal Mr. Grey?” she asks smiling, and her tone changes to serious, “Yes, I am, but I have issues.” I can deal with that.

A contract can be negotiated. I just don’t want her to leave me altogether.

“Anastasia, I expect you to have issues. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“I was going to email you those, but you sort of interrupted me,” she said smiling shyly.

“Coitus interruptus.” I say, then she gives me a genuine smile.

“I knew you had a sense of humor somewhere in there,” she says.

But my eyes turn serious. Some things are funny. But not her leaving me! I can’t handle it! It’s like ripping out my heart and laughing at the results.

“Some things are funny. But, I just thought that you were saying ‘No’ to me without even giving any consideration, with no discussion. No say from me at all.” My voice drops reflecting my forlorn mood all of a sudden. (← Sensual Mix by Enigma)

“I still haven’t made up my mind yet Christian. I don’t know yet. Will you collar me?”

I raise my eyebrows, she has been studying, “You’ve been studying up. Uhm. I don’t know. I’ve never collared anyone.”

“Were you collared?” she asks me surprising me.

“Yes,” I answer truthfully. I’m all full disclosure for her.

“By Mrs. Robinson?”

“Mrs. Robinson?” I laugh out loud. She sometimes just takes my breath away with her innocent observations. She smiles back at me.

“I’ll tell her that you said that,” I say.

Her answer is surprised, and disappointed, “Do you still talk to her?”

“Yes,” where is she going with that?

She looks jealous, and disturbed. “I see,” she says in a tight voice. “Isn’t it funny that Mr. Grey can talk his alternative lifestyle with someone, and I am not allowed to do that.”

How does she do that? She can just jump into the core of a matter baring all the shit. (← Rolling in the Deep by Adele)

“I don’t think I thought of it that way, ever. But then again, Mrs. Robinson is part of that lifestyle. She’s just a good friend now. I can introduce you to her if you so desire. Or if you wish you can meet one of my former subs. You can talk to her.” I say. I want to do everything I can to help her to make her introduction easy.

She gives me a look of “have you just lost all your marbles, and what sort of crap are you giving me?” Boy, she doesn’t have to say a word. She’s mastered talking through her expressions.

“Is this your idea of a joke?” she asks.

“No, Ana. I’m trying to be helpful.”

“Save it!” she says nearly in tears, and upset. “I’ll do my own research, thank you for your offered help,” she snaps at me, pulling the duvet covers over up to her chin, protectively.

I look at my damn shoes. How can I get that great big foot and wash it down through my mouth? I’m for once lost for words. I don’t know how to apologize.

“Anastasia, I...” I’m lost. Fucking lost! And kicking myself. What an asshole I am!

“It wasn’t my intention to offend you.”

“Offend me? I’m not offended! I’m appalled.” What? Why?

"Appalled?”

“Let me make this simple and clear for you Mr. Grey! I have no desire to speak to one of your ex-girlfriends, slaves, subs... You choose the proper pronoun for them if you will. Least of all your pedophile! I don’t give a shit about them. So, save it!”

I’m surprised at the strength of her emotions. She does have feelings for me. She’s jealous. And that makes it so frigging hot!

“Anastasia Steele – are you jealous?” I ask without being able to keep the smirk out of my voice.

She flushes beet red.

“Are you staying?” she asks instead.

“I can’t, I have a breakfast meeting tomorrow at Heathman. Besides, I told you, I don’t sleep with girlfriends, slaves, subs, or anyone. Friday and Saturday nights were exceptions. It won’t happen again.” I say resolutely.

She purses her lips.

“Fine. I’m tired now. You can just go. There’s the door, just in case you don’t know how to find it,” and turns over in bed on her side away from me.

“Are you kicking me out?” I say amused.

“Wow! You figured that out Sherlock?” she says mocking. Then softly adds, “Yes, that’s what I’m doing.”

“This is another first for me Ana. I’ve never been kicked out before.” I say, and add, “Do you have anything to discuss or talk about the contract?”

“Boy, you know how to show a girl good time by bringing that up. No!” she says.

“God! I like to give you a good hiding! You’d feel a lot better and so would I! You’re driving me insane!” I say exasperated.

“You can’t say things like that... I haven’t signed anything yet.”

“A man can dream Anastasia,” I say leaning over and grasping her petulant chin. “Wednesday?” I murmur.

“Wednesday,” she agrees.

“Please pass me my sweat pants,” she asks. I pick it up off the floor, and say “yes, ma’am” handing it to her.

She narrows her eyes at me tight enough to blindfold her with a dental floss while putting her pants on.

She leaves the room ahead of me, walking across the living room, and opens the front door for me. I have an uneasy feeling something is wrong.

“Are you okay?” I lean down caressing her bottom lip.

“Yes,” she replies softly, sadly.

“Wednesday,” I confirm kissing her softly. But, I feel something is wrong. I want her to know I want her, I desire her, I need her. My kiss grows more urgent, deeper, and more demanding. My breathing accelerates, hers matching mine. Once I’m out of breath I slow down, and put my forehead against hers. I’m completely bewitched, and confounded with her, and I don’t know what takes over me when I ‘m near her.

“What are you doing to me Anastasia?” I ask bewildered.

“I could say the same to you,” she whispers back. I kiss her forehead once again, and leave to my car, glancing back once more. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, tainted with sadness. I’m uneasy.  But, I slide into my car, and drive away.  

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