BOOK II - CHAPTER VII - Christian and Anastasia FanFiction

CHARITY BALL

CHAPTER VII

I enter into Taylor office unmistakably contained and with supremely powerful confidence.

“Mr. Grey,” says Taylor by the way of greeting me. Then he turns the other three men, and, “Gentlemen, this is Mr. Grey,” he says. Then turns to introduce each member of the new security detail before me as I hold them under the scrutiny of my cold gaze.

“Mr. Grey, this is Sawyer,” he says indicating a square jawed man with brown hair, sharp blue eyes, about 6’2”, under 30 and in good shape. Sawyer thrusts his hand out to me, and I meet him with an equally firm grip. “Sir,” he says. Sawyer sizes up.

Then Taylor turns to another man who has dark olive skin, brown eyes, and about as tall as Sawyer, but more muscular, and introduces him, “this is Ryan, sir.” Ryan is a decorated ex-navy seal, with private high profile security training, nods at me with his piercing eyes, “Sir,” he says. The last man in the group is the shortest of them all; about 6’ tall, lean, his blonde hair trimmed military style. His file indicated that he was also military, involved in Black Ops, and he comes highly recommended. He has a wiry look and an animal grace. As he walks from the other side to meet me without leaving my gaze, I sense his predatory presence.

Pointing at him with his hand, Taylor introduces him, “Sir, this is Reynolds.” His hand shake is both assessing me, as well as giving reassurance to his capabilities.

I meet each of their gaze level. I briefly look at Taylor asking him with my gaze if he had explained what their job entailed. He gives me a barely noticeable nod. He has.

I go into topic without a preamble.

“Gentlemen! Here’s what I require and expect at all times: I’m the top authority in every move you make while you work for me. I’m your god, your boss, the authority you submit to before anything or anyone else! I say ‘jump’ and you don’t ask questions, just do the fucking job ask of you! Even hesitating to obey a single order from me will cause your immediate dismissal! You will forget your wives, your girlfriends, you family and any of your other personal obligations while you work for me until this problem is resolved! You all come with high recommendations, but it doesn’t mean jack shit to me if you can’t, won’t, unable or unwilling to perform what I ask! I hire you for your skills, and intuition and I want utmost professionalism, stealth, and above all, absolute security, and I will pay you well for those services. I expect protection 24/7 round the clock. Don’t sign up if you are unwilling or incapable of providing what I ask.” Then I look around with steel gaze into each of their eyes.

“Sawyer, are my terms acceptable to you?”

He answers without hesitation, “Yes, sir!”

“Ryan, are my terms acceptable to you?”

Ryan is as determined as Sawyer, “Yes, sir!”

I turn the last man in the group.

“Reynolds, are these terms acceptable to you?”

“Yes, sir!” he says without leaving his gaze off mine.

“Great! You were each shown a picture of the woman who is missing, and stalking me and my girlfriend. Assume that she’s armed and dangerous. However, do NOT injure her if you were to run into her. Safely capture her, and I’m to be informed immediately. I trust that men who have been to wars such as yourselves, can deal with a little girl!” The men shift uncomfortably with that assessment. They don’t want to appear weak to their boss.

“Sawyer!”

“Sir!” he responds immediately.

“I want you to memorize the face of Leila Hanson. In fact, I want all of you to commit her face to memory as you will all be looking for her. And, Sawyer!”

“Sir,” he responds.

“You’ll be the private security detail for my girlfriend, Miss Steele. You will follow her like her shadow. You are NOT to leave her out of your sight. Where she goes, you go. She will challenge you,” I say remembering all the tricks Anastasia can pull out of her sleeves. “She might even beg you, or try to convince you that she’s okay and safe. My orders remain the same. What she asks, doesn’t count. You are not to leave her side regardless of what she says or how she says it. Your orders come from me and me alone! I may sometime convey my orders through Taylor. He’s the other person you will respond to. Taylor will explain the rest of your duties to all of you as well as where and how you should look for Leila.”

They know that I’m the Alpha of this den, and I have all their attention. It’s their superior speaking.

“Sawyer, you are coming to provide security along with Taylor tonight in the same vehicle as Taylor,” I say.

“Yes, sir!”

“I’ll leave the rest to Taylor to instruct you on your duties,” I say as Taylor nods at me.

“Gentlemen,” I say, and then turn to Taylor, and when we lock gazes, he knows I want to see him, and we leave his office together as he says, “I’ll be back in a few minutes”.

Once we are out of his office, and out of everyone’s earshot, I turn to him abruptly and say, “I need you to get me a bright red lipstick if you can find one right now.”

His eyebrows shot up, but since this is not the strangest thing I’ve asked him to provide me in the years he’s worked for me, he nods and as my request registers, and replies “yes, sir,” then walks in the direction of his supply room. It makes me wonder what else he’s keeping there, but that’s one of the reasons I’ve hired him, because he is capable of doing what is asked of him, without a second thought. I have been thinking of Anastasia’s road map idea, and I want to draw the boundaries where she can and can’t touch. That way I can compromise a little bit without completely either blocking her or breaking my hard limits. I can compromise for Anastasia, and for her alone.  (←No Ordinary Love by Sade)  Taylor’s back in less than two minutes with an unopened tube of lipstick. I unscrew the cap, and twist the bottom. Out comes the unused tube harlot red lipstick. I nod in response with an impassive face, and leave as Taylor turns to go back to his office with an expression matching mine.

I make my way back to Anastasia’s room and find her sprawled on her bed and looking into her monitor intently reading what must be a fascinating piece. I stand at the door to observe her first. She doesn’t notice me. “What are you doing?” I ask softly, my previous anger subdued.

Panic crosses her eyes briefly, and I wonder if she’s corresponding with someone else. Some other guy? I quickly try to wipe the thought away. I walk in and casually lie down next to her and look at her Mac’s screen. The website reads: Multiple Personality Disorder: The Symptoms. Both relief and amusement floods through me. There could only be one reason she’s searching into it: Me.  But I can’t let it go without teasing her.

“Are you on this website for a particular reason?” I ask casually. She glances at me sideways to assess my mood. She gets on her passive face on and responds, “Research. Into a difficult personality.”

Her response suddenly makes me want to smile. For some odd reason, it makes me happy that she’s making efforts to understand me. “A difficult personality?” I ask.

“A pet project of mine,” she replies again with a deadpan expression.

I couldn’t help but tease her on this sounding wounded, “You think of me as a pet project Anastasia? A sideline, perhaps. Maybe even a science experiment. Here I was thinking that I was everything to you. Miss Steele, you wound me.”

“What makes you think it’s you?” she asks.

“Just a wild guess,” I say grinning.

“Well, Mr. Grey, it’s true that you’re the only fucked-up mercurial, control freak I know intimately,” she responds.

“Miss Steele, I thought I was the only person you know intimately,” I say jealousy creeping up.

She blushes, “yes, you are,” she replies quietly.

“Well, has the article helped you to reach any conclusions about me?” I ask. She turns sideways and gazes at me for some time, and I watch her on my side holding myself up, gazing back at her with an amused expression.

“It has,” she replies. “Mr. Grey, I believe you are in need of intense therapy,” she says half joking, but knowing its Anastasia, she might just mean it. I reach up to her, caress her cheek with my knuckles as she closes her eyes, and leans into my touch instinctively. Her hair falls on her face, and I tuck it in behind her ear. (←At Last by Etta James)

“I’m only in need of you Anastasia,” I say. Then I say “here,” handing her the bright red lipstick. She looks at it confused. Then she looks back at me frowning. She opens the tube, and twists the lipstick, and out comes the harlot red, fuck-me-now color lipstick, clearly deciding that it’s not her color.

“You want me to wear this... color?” she squeaks making me laugh.

“No, baby, I don’t! Well, not unless you want to. But I’m sure it’s not your color,” I add.

Then I sit up on the bed cross legged, and then pull my shirt off. “I was thinking of your road map idea, and I think I’ll let you draw...” I say as she stares at me with blank expression-like lights are on, and Anastasia just stepped out. She shakes her head, reentering back into her body, gulping, unable to believe that I’d let her do that.

“Huh?” she says as her chest is rapidly rising and falling with disbelief.

“The no-go map,” I say.

“I was only kidding,” she breathes.

“I’m not,” I say determined.

“You want me to draw on you with lipstick?” she asks showing the lipstick in her hand.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do. It washes off.”

With my confirmation, she smiles, and her smile grows into a wondrous sweet grin.

“What about something more permanent like a Sharpie?” she asks.

“If you want something even more permanent, I could always get a tattoo,” I say joking.

No! No tattoos!” she laughs.

“Alright, we’ll stick with the lipstick then,” I say happily.

She shuts the screen down and effectively closing her laptop, she pushes it away. “Come,” I say as I hold my hand out to Anastasia. “I want you to sit on me,” I say.

She takes her shoes off as I lie on her bed, and bend my knees. She crawls over me in a sitting position. I make her lean against my legs. It’s a very suggestive position if we were having sex as she sits astride me. I'm turned on but, I’m also apprehensive. It’s been quite some time I’ve let anyone touch me where I’m going to let her touch. Anastasia however is beaming with excitement.

“You seem quite enthusiastic about this,” I observe.

“I’m always eager for information, Mr. Grey. Because it means you’ll relax around me, and I’ll know where the boundaries lie,” she explains. I can’t believe I’m going to let her to draw all over me with bright fuck-me red lipstick! Well, I don’t mind the fuck-me part, but with a lipstick! I draw in a breath to steady myself. I’m nervous, and all the old fears and apprehension come to surface, but I shove them down almost forcefully. I hate bending my rules. But to make my relationship work with Anastasia, I have to try this and show her the boundaries. It bothered me that I allowed Elena touch me, and Anastasia, the woman I’m in love with, can’t! I’m about to change this. Okay, steady... I remind myself. I swallow. (←Is This Love by Whitesnake)

“Open the lipstick,” I command. She takes the lid off, and twists the bottom and the lipstick shows its harlot red color.

“Give me your hand,” I say, but with her excitement Anastasia extends her other hand. Rolling my eyes at her, I say, “the one with the lipstick.”

“Are you rolling your eyes at me Mr. Grey?” she asks.

“Yep,” I smile.

“That’s very rude, you know. There are some people who tend to get positively violent at eye-rolling,” she says sarcastically.

“Do you now?” I ask her devilishly. I take her hand with the lipstick and immediately sit up. It’s now or never. I have to get through it before I change my mind. My heart is throbbing as if’s ready to take off like the space shuttle. I take in a strong breath. Let it out, and steady myself.

“Ready?” I ask her in a low voice, but it’s also a question to myself, loudly assuring myself that it’s okay for Anastasia to touch me that way.

“Yes,” she whispers in an equally low voice to match mine. I close my eyes, and inhale Anastasia’s womanly scent. Then open them up and look into her eyes. Slowly I guide her hand up to the curve of my shoulder.

“Press down,” I breathe and guide her hand downwards from the top of my shoulder, right around my arm socket then down to the side of my chest marking one side of the territory in red. It’s a declaration of where to stop, where to never cross, like two hostile countries’ borders. One is safe, and one is deadly. I keep her hand moving steadily despite the level of my anxiety, and I make her stop at the bottom of my ribcage and going sideways across my stomach. At this point her hand is too close to the danger zone for my comfort and I immediately tense up. Some horrible memories rise up in me. Briefly, I’m lost to my current self, and back into the body of the little unkempt boy I had been. I see the angry face of the pimp, with him leaning in as he blew his smoke rather forcefully in my face and the stale cocktail of alcohol and cigarettes mixed in his nasty breath coming down. Bile rises in my throat, and I realize that I’m holding my breath. Then I take a lungful of air as I inhale Anastasia’s soapy, clean, outdoors and womanly scent, letting it me like a ton of brick wall shattering the images of the pimp. I try to get my bearing, and keep my expression blank with a lot of effort. (←Courage by The Dirty Guv’Nahs)

I grit my teeth straining my jaw, and tension rises in my eyes, as I can barely whisper, “and up the other side.” I release her hand at this point.

She continues the line in the same fashion mirroring the opposite side she’s drawn. My chest rises up and down in rapid succession trying to accommodate my heart that is trying to lurch out of my chest as I make a Herculean effort to remain calm. When Anastasia manages to connect the lines from both sides of my torso in the front, she finally says, “There, done,” in a whisper.

“No, you’re not,” I reply her declaration. I draw the line with my index finger on the base of my throat next so that she can follow the imaginary line I’ve drawn with the bright red lipstick. As the strange rectangular box completed in the front of my torso, Anastasia gazes into my eyes with wonder and devotion. I have to keep going while I can. “Now my back,” I murmur as I shift, and she climbs off me. I turn my back to her on the bed still cross-legged.

“Follow the line from my chest, all the way around to the other side,” I say in a low voice with barely contained emotion. I feel the lipstick gliding on the dangerous borders of my go and no-go territories. I keep my head down; my body is tense as if it’s a time bomb ready to explode. My toes are curled in and tight. My knuckles are fisted tightly, strained and white as all the blood is drawn from my hands. After what feels like forever, Anastasia murmurs “finished,” in a low voice. I can finally let go of the tension and I slump against myself relaxing, and turn to Anastasia to face her again.

“Those are your boundaries,” I say to her quietly. My eyes are dilated with passion but also with a form of freedom now that Anastasia knows where her boundaries lie. Fear leaves me. She gazes at me with love and amazement.

“I can live with those. Right now, Christian, I just want to launch myself at you,” she whispers making me smile wickedly, and hold out my hands to her as in a supplication.

“Well, Miss Steele, I’m all yours,” I breathe expectant. She gives a delightful squeal, and just hurls herself into my arms, and I’m knocked flat on her bed. The shitty morning I’ve had, and her inquisition and finally this stressful mapping, I’m ready to lose myself in Anastasia. I feel elated with excitement, and rollover and get on top of her. (←Freak Me by Silk)

“Now, about that rain check, Miss Steele,” I breathe into her mouth and claim her lips.

“God! I can’t remember ever wanting you this much! Fuck! Scratch that, I always want you this much!” I said into her mouth between kisses, nipping her lower lip. Her fingers curl into my hair and pull me in passionately, ready to consume and devour me, and I her. I have had just about all I can take without being inside her.

“You’re still dressed,” I groan, and pull her, dragging her up, and attacking her t-shirt, whipping it off before she can take a full breath, and throw it on the floor unceremoniously.

“I want to feel you,” I say hungrily against her mouth, and my hands move behind her to unhook her bra, and with practiced move, I undo it, and take it off her and toss it into the pile on the floor.

I push my woman down onto the bed, getting on top of her, and claim her mouth and her breasts. She digs her fingers into my hair, and pulls it closer to her as I capture one of her nipples between my lips suck, and tug it with my teeth. She cries out in response with pleasurable sensations vibrating through her body, and the sounds she makes turn me on even further. “Yes, baby, let me hear you,” I murmur over her sensitive skin.

I start nibbling and sucking her nipples with my lips sensually, and pulling and tugging the other with my expert fingers. She squirms under me, writhing. I just can’t get enough of this goddess of a woman. I worship her with my body. I knead her nipples, pulling and tugging. My hand moves down between her breasts, down to her belly making strategic stops, making her writhe. As my hand reach to her jeans, I undo her button and pull her zipper down, and my hand moves inside her panties, and my fingers find and slide against her sex. My fingers find her folds to be so wet for me, it makes me gasp.

“Oh, baby,” I say hovering over her as I stare intently into her eyes, “you’re’ so wet for me!”

“I want you,” she murmurs.

Her declaration is my undoing, and my lips cover hers and with a hunger for her, I want to merge with her, feel her, and feel her want and desire for me. I need to know we’re okay! I need to know she wants me and me alone! I need to fuck her right now! I sit up, and pull her jeans down along with her panties, and toss them onto the floor. She’s completely bared to me. Me alone! The thought that she’s never been seen by someone else like this, to have, to claim raises the level of proprietorship I feel towards her. I look at her with greedy eyes fixed on hers. I take a packet of condom out of my jeans’ pocket and toss it at Anastasia while sliding off my jeans and boxers.

Anastasia rips the packet as I lie beside her. She looks into my eyes and with hands shaky in delirious anticipation rolls the condom on my length. I grab Anastasia’s hands and roll on to my back wanting her to be on top. “You. On top,” I order her, and pull her to straddle on me. “I want to see you,” I say. It’s a big turn on to see my woman come apart with pleasure; a pleasure only I can provide for her, and something that feeds into my possessive self, making me hotter, and more wanton for her!

I guide her, and she sheaths every inch of me with her sex, sinking balls-deep, as I push up to meet her sex in one fierce stab, filling and stretching her beyond limits. All my synapses are on fire and every single cell on my cock is alert with sensation making me exhale, and take another big gulp of air to accommodate the need. As Anastasia on top of me, possessing me, and what I can give her, I too, possess her sexually, emotionally and mentally. She’s completely mine! She clenches around my length, and I slam forward, hard, thrusting, making her cry out and moan with pleasure driving me crazy!

“That’s right, baby, feel me,” I say in a strained voice. I own her right now! I’m in her; possessing her most intimately, connected with her body and soul. Anastasia tips her head back and moves up and down, over and over again, closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see my Ana,” I whisper possessively.

“Yours,” she says in a raspy voice, “always yours.”

With Anastasia willingly giving me domination over her like this, consenting verbally makes me groan loudly, tipping my head back, closing my eyes in intense pleasure, getting me burst in the seams and Anastasia comes loudly collapsing on top of me, causing me to be undone, and I find my own release, groaning, “Oh, baby!” and finally holding her still in my arms.

After our descent, Anastasia’s still lying on my chest with her head nestled on over the forbidden zone. But, somehow, as she’s panting, and trying to catch her breath while we are both still experiencing the aftershocks, I don’t seem to care. I just smooth her hair, and run my hand down her back caressing her as I relax.

“You are so beautiful,” murmur.

She lifts her head and looks up disbelieving as if I’ve made a statement saying she’s grown horns. Don’t doubt me baby! I frown and sit up so quickly she’s surprised, and my arms sweeps around her to hold her in place, as she clutches my biceps and we are nose to nose.

“You. Are. Beautiful,” I say in an emphatic tone.

“And you are amazingly sweet sometimes,” she says kissing me gently.

I lift her up, and ease out of her as she winces. I’m too big, and she’s too tight. I lean forward and kiss her. Anastasia is so innocently and beguilingly beautiful. She’s irresistible to me. I have an unquenchable thirst for her.

“You have no idea how attractive you are, do you?” I ask as she flushes, still disbelief crosses her face.

“All those boys pursuing you – that isn’t clue enough for you?”

“Boys? What boys?” she asks unbelieving.

“You want the list?” I ask frowning. Is she that obtuse to see what is going on around her? “The photographer, he’s crazy about you, that boy in the hardware store, your roommate’s older brother. Your boss,” I say finally bitterly. The others I can keep away from her. But the last fucker is in charge of her eight hours a day making me none too happy. Dominating my woman, ordering her around, and, she obeying his commands however small! I’m fucking jealous! The thought of it is making me crazy when I’m making concessions to give her more room to be free, and some fucker is taking command of her, wanting into her panties, desiring what’s mine.

“Oh, Christian, that’s just not true,” she says.

“Trust me. They want you. They want what’s mine,” I say fervently. I pull her against me, and lift her arms against my shoulders wrapping them around, and she lifts her hands into my hair, twisting.

“Mine,” I repeat possessively. (←I’m Yours by Jason Mraz)  She has no idea what I feel! No idea what I would do to keep her mine and keep others out of my way, who I have to walk over, and fight with. No idea at all! What is mine is mine and she is mine body and soul! She looks at me, and says “Yes, yours,” reassuring with her smile, my anger subsides.

“The line is still intact,” she murmurs and traces the mark on my shoulder with her index finger. It’s so close to the forbidden zone, I stiffen immediately with tension as if she’s going to jump the border, invade my territory. I blink to push the fear down. “I want to go exploring,” she says confusing me.

“The apartment?” I ask.

“No. I was thinking of the treasure map that we’ve drawn on you,” she says dying to touch me with longing. My eyebrows lift in surprise and I feel apprehensive, uncertain, fearful even. She can be very persuasive in her own ways. She rubs her nose against mine.

“And what would that entail exactly, Miss Steele?” I ask. She lifts her hand from my shoulder, from the border between safe and forbidden zone to my relief and run those fingers down my face making me close my eyes and lean into her fingertips. Her fingers reach over my lips, and I capture her index finger and bite gently. “Ow,” she says making me grin and growl into acceptance of her request.

“Okay,” I acquiesce; releasing her finger, but apprehension just runs through my blood. It’s been years since anyone has touched me like this, and none of that was pleasant. But when she holds her hand up hesitantly, I say “Wait,” I say leaning behind her and lifting her up so I can remove the condom, and just toss it onto the floor by the bed unceremoniously. They’re such an inconvenience.

“I hate those things. I’ve a good mind to call Dr. Green to get over here to give you a shot,” I say and I think that’s just what I’ll do.

“You think the top gynecologist in Seattle is going to come running?”

“I can be very persuasive,” I murmur as I gently tuck her hair behind her ear. She looks so beautiful. Her new haircut makes her very elegant. “Franco’s done a great job on your hair. I like these layers.”

“Stop changing the subject,” she says.

I prop my knees up, put her back on the straddling position and leaning her against my knees as she positions her feet on either side of my hips. I lean back on my arms completely surrendering though not without a lot of reserved apprehension. “Touch away,” I say ineffectively concealing my nervousness.

She locks her gaze with me, and reach down making her intention clear. Her fingers visit the lipstick line across my abdominal muscles first and the close proximity of her fingers to the forbidden zone makes me involuntarily flinch hard, and she stops on her tracks.

Realizing how difficult of a task this is for me, she is reticent. “I don’t have to,” she whispers.

“No, it’s fine. Just takes some...” I say trying to steady my breathing trying to adjust, “readjustment on my part. No one’s touched me for a long time,” I murmur.  (←My Touch / I’m Yours by The Scripts)

“Mrs. Robinson?” she blurts out. I know the topic is a hard one for her, so my only response is a nod, with discomfort. “I don’t want to talk about her. It will sour your good mood,” I say. She’s jealous of what I had with Mrs. R though there is nothing I can do to change that. My past is part of me, but I’m extremely glad she doesn’t have one. I can’t even handle the advances of other men make towards her which I can prevent. I’d go crazy if I knew there were men who touched her, fucked her, loved her like I do!

“I can handle it,” she says. God! That’s the overstatement of the century!

“No, you can’t, Ana. You see red whenever I mention her. My past is my past. It’s a fact. I can’t change it. I’m lucky that you don’t have one, because it would drive me crazy if you did,” which is odd for me to feel this strongly, because I’ve had fifteen different subs, and every single one of them had a past. I really cared nothing about it. But with Anastasia, all bets are off. I care about everything she’s done, doing, or will do. It makes me insanely jealous, and I become a bigger control freak when it comes to her.

She frowns at me. “Drive you crazy? More than you are already?” she smiles making me smile back at her in return. “Crazy for you,” I whisper. (←Crazy For You by Madonna)   And that’s the truth. I will do anything for her to keep her in my life easy way, hard way, anyway.

“Shall I call Dr. Flynn?” she asks concerned. Really?

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” I respond dryly.

She shifts back and I drop my legs to give her room to move back. She’s gloriously naked on top of me; her breasts are perfect perky mounds moving in synchronization with her movements making me thank all the gods of the universe for sending this woman to my way! She places her fingers back on my stomach again, and she slowly drifts them across my skin paying attention to remain on the borders. Meanwhile my heart is like the wings of a hummingbird, chasing something and never being able to get out of my chest with a mixture of fear, apprehension and excitement.

“I like touching you,” she whispers as she slides her fingers down to my navel onto my happy trail. Now you’re talking! My cock twitches to attention with her fingers approaching with anticipation. My lips part and my breathing changes into one of sensual, and finally my erection stirs and salutes into attention beneath Anastasia.

“Again?” she murmurs shocked. (←I Want Your Sex by George Michael)

“Oh, yes, Miss Steele, again,” I say giving my salacious smile. This time I roll her beneath me. My erection is notched between the blooms of her sex and I tease her back and forth rocking against her. Her skin is getting hot as if she’s licked by fire. I push her legs further open and drive my full length into her sinking deep as she lifts her pelvis up to meet and match my passion for her, and we continue our bed tango until we are both fully exhausted. (←Spanish Tango from the Mask of Zorro)

After a leisurely, but rather passionately spent Saturday afternoon, I leave Anastasia to rest in her room making my way back to my room to take a shower. My mind is constantly on Anastasia. I’m shocked and surprised at the concession I made for her, but also equally delighted with the results. We’ve crossed a major hurdle.

I make my way into my bathroom, and check myself in the mirror scrunching my chin. I might need a shave, and seeing that I have to be my most presentable self, I quickly get that task done. After turning the water hot, I walk into the large shower and bask myself in hot water. I feel as if a chip falling away from the emotional pile of shit that I’ve been hauling around most my life with what I managed to do for Anastasia this afternoon. It’s not everything, but it is still something. I go through the motions quickly as if I have a treasure waiting in a different room. I take a plush towel from the towel warmer, and dry myself. I go to my closet and choose the suit I am going to be wearing tonight. The charity event is formal and black tie, so I choose my black tux. I put a crisp white shirt on and after putting my boxers I put my black suit pants on. I don’t need to put my tie on yet, so the collar of my shirt is still open. I gaze myself in the mirror. The top of the crimson lipstick line is still visible even after a couple of rumps in Anastasia’s bed, a shower and drying with towels. I smile. I have a mischievous but rather erotic plan to spice up this evening. Shocking my girlfriend with sensual games is the icing on the cake.  (Passion del Tango)

I go to a dresser and open it. I grab the small box in it I’ve stored last Saturday, and gazing at it emotionally, I put it into my pocket.

Then I make my way to my playroom, and unlock the door. I walk further down into the room and find the drawers where I keep the toys I’ve purchased to use on Anastasia.

“Aha! There you are...” I say and grab what I’m looking for. With a smirk on my face, I close the playroom’s door, and lock it. I make my way back to Anastasia’s room, and feel my breath escape my lungs in a whoosh as if hit a brick wall with the sight of her before me. She is in the black bustier corset with silver filigree trim with the briefest black panties matching her corset. She’s also put on her silk thigh-high stockings with clipped garter. She reaches down and rather gracefully picks her dress up. I’m on fucking fire with the amazing sight before me! I am completely immobile, gawking at her, voraciously hungry for her. She feels my presence and turns to me blushing. She takes in all of me in my evening outfit, appraising.

“Can I help you, Mr. Grey? I assume there is some purpose to your visit other than to gawk mindlessly at me,” she says witty.

“I am rather enjoying my mindless gawk, Anastasia, thank you,” I murmur as my eyes trying to take her all in, drinking in her beauty. “Remind me to send a personal thank you note to Caroline Acton,” I say and she immediately frowns upon hearing a woman’s name.

“The personal shopper at Neiman Marcus’s,” I say in answering her unasked question.

“Oh.”

“I’m quite distracted,” I say.

“I can see that. What do you want Christian?” she asks in a no non-sense voice.

I smile and my grin gets bigger as I dig my hands into my pocket and bring out the silver balls out of it effectively stopping her in her tracks. She looks at me as if I want to put them in and spank her right away. Well, I do want to do those things but, but I have to restrain myself about spanking. I do, however want to fuck her brains out during the charity event after I extract these balls out of her. (←Tonight by Enrico Iglesias ft. Ludacris)

“It’s not what you think,” I say quickly.

“Enlighten me,” she whispers.

“I thought you could wear these tonight,” I say.

“To this event?” she asks to clarify.

I nod and my eyes darken with anticipation.

“Will you spank me later?” Of course not!

“No,” I reply softly and her face falls in disappointment making me chuckle.

“You want me to?” I ask.

She swallows. She’s indecisive and indecisive is not good. That is a territory I’m not willing to enter.

“Well, rest assured I’m not going to touch you like that, not even if you beg me,” I say.

She continues to gaze at me.

“Do you want to play this game?” I ask holding up the balls from the string. “You can always take them out if it’s too much,” I say trying to coax her into agreement.

She gazes at me up and down, deciding she likes what she sees, “Okay,” she agrees.

“Good girl,” I say grinning. “Come here, and I’ll put them in, once you’ve put your shoes on,” I reply. Stilettos are a major turn on for me. But more importantly, they’ll raise her heels several inches off the ground and giving me easier access to her sex.

I hold my hand out to Anastasia, and she steps into her sexy Christian Louboutin five inch stilettos. I take her hand and lead her to the bedside and walk to the corner of the room, and grab the only chair there, and bring it beside the bed. Turning the back of the chair towards the bed, I place it in front of her.

“When I nod, you bend down and hold on to the chair. Do you understand?” I ask in a husky desire laden voice.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good, now open your mouth,” I say, and as she opens it, I slip my index finger into it.

“Suck,” I say surprising her. I then put the balls into my mouth, and as she sucks my finger...hard, the action fuels my desire for her, salivating me, and I’m able to heat and lubricate the balls in my mouth. I try to withdraw my finger, but she clamps her teeth down. Though it’s playful and makes me grin, I shake my head regaining control of the action, effectively making her let go. I nod, and she bends down grasping the sides of the chair. As she bends down, her perfect round orbs of derrière are presented in the most luscious way. I move her panties to the side and slowly slide a finger into her, circling and making her natural lubrication coat the insides of her sex. My finger travels on all sides of her vagina walls, swirling in a rhythm.  She moans in pleasure. She’s perfectly wet.

I finally withdraw my finger and insert one ball at a time pushing them deep inside her. Once I know they’re in correct position, I smooth her panties back into place, and lean down kissing her backsides. I run both my hands on her legs down from her ankles to her thighs, finally kissing the top of each of her thighs.

“You have fine, exquisite legs, Miss Steele,” I murmur in adoration. I stand behind her, and grasp her hips and pull her behind against my straining erection, making her feel me.

“Maybe I’ll have you this way when we get home, Anastasia. You can stand now,” I say and let her stand erect. Once she stands up, I lean down and kiss her shoulders.

After she stands up her back to me, I wrap my arm around her from the back, and present her with the box in my pocket. “I bought these for you to wear last Saturday’s gala,” as I hold the small red Cartier box out to her. “But you left me,” I say almost choking on my words. I wait a second to let the wavering pass from my voice, and say, “so I never had the opportunity to give them to you.”

“So this is my second chance,” I murmur in a low voice, trying to swallow and bury down the pain I had endured in her absence.

Anastasia reaches for the box, and opens it. There is a pair of drop earrings with four diamonds on each; one at the base, then a gap, then three perfectly spaced diamonds hanging one after the other. They’re simple with subtle elegance.

“They’re lovely,” whispers Anastasia. “Thank you.”

I relax out of the tension I didn’t know I was holding, and I kiss her shoulder.

“You’re wearing the silver satin dress?” I ask.

“Yes. Is that okay?” she asks.

“Of course. I’ll let you get ready,” I say keeping whatever manly dignity I have left without choking on my words before her.

I make my way back into my room, and tie the black bow tie elegantly, and put the jacket of my black dinner suit. I come out, and Taylor is waiting to be briefed for the evening.

“Sir, everyone’s ready for your orders.” I nod. “Get them here,” I say.

Taylor walks back in with Reynolds, Ryan, and Sawyer.

“We’re attending to a charity event this evening at my parents’ house. There’ll be a lot of high profile guests. It’s going to be a masked ball, so it may be nearly impossible to identify the individual behind the mask until the mask comes out. I want you to be all inconspicuous but extremely vigilant. Taylor and Sawyer, you will follow Miss Steele at all times. I should be with her all evening, but it is possible that we may get separated. If anyone approaches her and I’m not with her, you are to call me Taylor. I don’t care who it is. The only exception to that would be my parents and my sister, but even if she is with them and there is any sign of distress in her, you will call me. If it is someone you don’t know, just escort Miss Steele, and find me.”

Taylor and Sawyer respond, “Yes, sir,” both at the same time.

Then I turn to Ryan and Reynolds.

“Ryan and Reynolds!” I say and they both automatically snap to attention. “You are responsible following me and securing the parameters at...” I say and see the gazes of all three men who are facing me suddenly snap up and each one of them have the exact carnal appreciation in their gazes. I know Anastasia is standing somewhere in the room. I turn around, and my mouth goes dry with the sight of her. She is standing by the entry with her hair falling in soft waves around her face, spilling over her shoulder and her breasts. One side of her hair is tucked behind her ear smartly revealing one of the earrings. Her make-up is subtle and immaculate. She is wearing the strapless, floor-length silver satin gown and the dress is hugging her in all the right places as if someone has poured it on her. She looks much taller with her stilettos. 

I forget my company and leave my words hanging in the air and just stroll towards her as if my sun is calling me. I take all of her in as she is gazing at me appreciatively and kiss her hair. (←The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra)

All I can mutter is, “Anastasia. You look breathtaking.” She blushes at the compliment in front of our security detail.

“Would you like a glass of champagne before we go?” I ask.

“Please,” she murmurs, anxious. I nod at Taylor, who already knows what they are responsible of carrying out, and he understands and takes the other men with him and leaves me and Anastasia alone.

I walk to the fridge and take a bottle of champagne out.

“Is it the security team?” Anastasia asks half interested, half dazed.

“Close protection. They’re under Taylor’s command. He’s trained in that, too,” I say handing Anastasia a champagne flute.

“He’s very versatile,” she observes.

“Yes, he is,” I smile. I can’t get over how stunning, and drop dead gorgeous she looks. If we weren’t going in a short while, I’d take her to my room, fuck her all the way to next Sunday!

“How are you feeling?” I ask remembering the balls inside her with my errant thoughts with heated eyes.

“Fine, thank you,” she says smiling sweetly, completely ignoring my meaning. I know the game she’s playing, and her reaction makes me smirk.

“Here, you’re going to need this,” I say handing her a velvet pouch containing the mask. “Open it,” I say as I take a sip of my champagne. She’s captivated with the mystery and looks up at me and reaches into the bag pulling out a silver masquerade mask with cobalt blue feather in plume crowning the top. She’s fascinated with the mask in her hand.

“It’s a masked ball,” I state nonchalantly.

“I see,” She says gazing at the silver filigree etches around the eyes.

“This will show off your beautiful eyes, Anastasia,” I say. She smiles at me shyly.

“Are you wearing one?” she asks.

“Of course. They’re very liberating in a way,” I say raising an eyebrow.

Then I remember that I wanted to show her the library knowing how much she likes reading.

“Come. I want to show you something,” I say holding out my hand to her leading her into the hallway and to a door next to the stairs. When I open the door to the library, she gazes drift all around her excited. The library is about the size of my playroom, and every wall is filled with books floor to ceiling. In the center of the room, there is a full size billiard table which is illuminated by a long triangular prism shaped Tiffany lamp.

Anastasia is so excited she turns to me and squeaks in awe, “You have a library!”

“Yes, Elliott calls it the balls room. The apartment is quite spacious. I realized today when you mentioned exploring. I realized that I’ve never given you a tour. We don’t have time for a tour right now, but I thought I’d at least show you this room and maybe challenge you to a game of billiards in the not-too-distant future.”

She grins at me.

“Bring it on,” she says gleefully.

“What?” I ask amused. Does she think she’ll win?

“Nothing,” she says quickly. Oh, she’s hiding something. I narrow my eyes on her.

“Well, maybe Doctor Flynn can uncover your secrets. You’ll meet him this evening,” I reveal.

“The expensive charlatan?” she asks surprised.

“The very same. He’s dying to meet you.”

“Come, we don’t have time. We have to be leaving,” I say.

Anastasia and I go in the same SUV with Taylor and Sawyer. We sit the in the back as I hold Anastasia’s hand in mine. I gently skim my thumb across her knuckles absently. Then I realize that she’s squirming in her seat, biting her lip, barely containing herself. She crosses her legs to stop the movement of the silver balls inside her.

“Where did you get the lipstick?” she asks me quietly.

“Taylor,” I mouth her smirking, and Anastasia burst out laughing which is short lived, because the balls inside her start moving, and “oh,” she says with overwhelming sensation, biting her lip trying to compress the urge growing inside her. I smile at her with wickedly gleaming eyes.

“Relax,” I breath. “If it’s too much…” I say my voice trails off. We could take care of it when we get to my parents’ house. I gently take her hand and kiss each of her knuckles softly and then gently suck the tip of her little finger. I know that she’s clenching in all the right places and the sensation in her is growing. She closes her eyes to either indulge or suppress the feelings. When she opens her eyes back again, she finds me regarding her closely. I want her, I desire her, but there’s not a thing I can do right now. She smiles at me making me smile back at her. (←All I Want is You by U2)

“So what can we expect at this event?” she asks.

“Oh, the usual stuff,” I say. I smile lovingly at her and kiss her hand again. “Lots of people flashing their cash. Auction, raffle, dinner, dancing – my mother knows how to throw a party,” I say smiling at her.

When we arrive at the Grey mansion, there is a long line of expensive cars leading up the driveway. There’s long, pale pink paper lanterns hanging over the driveway. She glances at me.

“Masks on,” I grin. I don a simple black mask and Anastasia her silver one. She’s an incredible sight to see, and I would hate to have other men’s eyes on her here tonight as she’s incredibly stunning.

Taylor pulls into the driveway, and a valet opens my door. Sawyer leaps out and opens Anastasia’s door.

“Ready?” I ask.

“As I’ll ever be,” she responds.

“You look beautiful, Anastasia,” I say kissing her hand.

A dark green carpet runs along the lawn to the one side of the house leading the path to the grounds in the back. I have a possessive arm around Anastasia as my hand rests on her waist, we follow the green carpet along with Seattle’s elite. There are two photographers who take pictures of each entering guest in the backdrop of an ivy-strewn arbor.

“Mr. Grey!” one of the photographers calls. I nod in acknowledgment, and pull Anastasia closely to me.

“Two photographers?” she asks.

“One is from the Seattle times; the other is for a souvenir. We’ll be able to buy a copy later,” I explain. Once we make our way through the line, we can see the white suited servers holding trays of glasses brimming with champagne. I take two glasses. I take one for myself and one for my girl. She takes hers gratefully.

We make our way to a large white pergola hung with smaller paper lanterns. Below us is a white checkered dance floor surrounded by a low fence with entrances on three sides. At each entrance there is a large ice sculpture of swans. The last side of the pergola is occupied by a string quartet. I lead her between the swans onto the dance floor along with other guests.

My parents’ estate is on the shore. Towards the shoreline part of the property, there is a grand marquee, with formally arranged tables and chairs.

“How many people are coming?” she asks.

“I think about three hundred. You’ll have to ask my mother,” I say smiling down at her.

“Christian!” I hear my name being called. And I know who that is before her arms wrap around my neck. It’s my sister Mia. She’s in a sleek, pale pink, full length chiffon gown with a Venetian mask to match. Mia then turns to Anastasia and says, “Ana! Oh, darling, you look gorgeous!” giving her a quick hug. “You must come and meet my friends. None of them can believe that Christian finally has a girlfriend,” she gushes.

Anastasia shoots me a quick panicked glance at me, and I shrug knowing that my sister is impossible, and she will get her way. Mia leads Anastasia to a group of four young women. Mia introduces them to her. I am standing in my place until I can claim Anastasia back, but among the group of women my sister is introducing her is Lily who is a complete bitch. She will surely try to give Anastasia a hard time. I have to save her. I walk towards her, and wrap my arms around her from the back.

“Ladies, if I could claim my date back, please?” I say as I pull her to my side. All four women flush and grin and fidget.

“Lovely to meet you,” Anastasia says.

Then she turns to me and mouths, “Thank you!” when we put a distance between us and the women.

“I saw that Lily was with Mia. She is one nasty piece of work,” I say.

“She likes you,” Anastasia observes making me shudder.

“Well, the feeling is not mutual. Come, let me introduce you to some people,” I say, and within the next half hour, I take her to meet politicians, Hollywood actors, CEOs and physicians. I keep close at her side. The last CEO I introduce Anastasia to, is making small talk with Anastasia.

“So you work at SIP?” he asks in his half bear mask. “Heard rumors of a hostile takeover, and Anastasia flushes.

“I’m just a lowly assistant, Mr. Eccles. I wouldn’t know about these things,” she replies cleverly. I say nothing but smile at Eccles blandly.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” announces the Master of ceremonies wearing a black and white harlequin mask.

“Please take your seats. Dinner is served.”

I take Anastasia’s hand and we follow the crow to the large marquee. There are three huge chandeliers creating rainbow colored sparkles. Each table containing white linen table cloths, and in the center of the each table, there is a display of pink peonies around a silver candelabra. There are baskets of goodies as well. After checking up with the seating plan, I lead her to the table in the center. Mia and my mother are already in situ, and conversing with a young man who must be Mia’s date. When my mother notices us, she gets up to greet us. She is in a mint green gown and a Venetian mask.

“Ana, how delightful to see you again! And looking so beautiful, too.”

Mother,” I greet her stiffly and kiss my mom on the both cheeks.

“Oh, Christian, so formal!” she scolds me.

“Come, your grandparents are here, she says and lead us to them at our table. My grandparents are always exuberant and youthful.

“Grandmother, Grandfather, may I introduce Anastasia Steele?”

My grandmother is like white over rice on Anastasia.

“Oh, he’s finally found someone, how wonderful and so pretty! Well I do hope you make an honest man of him,” she gushes, embarrassing Anastasia.

“Mother, don’t embarrass Ana,” says my mother.

“Ignore the silly old coot, m’dear,” says my Grandfather, Mr. Trevelyan. “She thinks because she’s so old, she has a God-given right to say whatever nonsense pops into that woolly head of hers.”

“Ana, this is my date, Sean,” Mia introduces her date. He in turns gives Anastasia a wide grin already taken by her the fucker, especially when he’s escorting my own sister. I just want to wipe that grin off his face as his eyes are assessing my girlfriend.

“Pleased to meet you, Sean,” Anastasia says. I shake his hand assessing him. As we all assume our seats at our table, we hear my father’s voice over the PA system, and the small talk around us dies down. My father stands on the small stage wearing a gold Punchinello mask.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to our annual charity ball. I hope that you enjoy what we have laid out for you tonight and that you’ll dig deep into your pockets to support the fantastic work that our team does with Coping Together. As you know, it’s a cause that is very close to my wife’s heart and mine.”

He’s of course talking about me. They started this charity a couple of years after adopting me. Anastasia nervously looks at me knowing the meaning behind the charity, and feeling her gaze on me I glance at her and give her a genuine smile. In a way it is liberating having Anastasia know more of me.

“I’ll hand you over now to our master of ceremonies. Please be seated, and enjoy,” he finishes and makes his way back to our table. When my dad comes back to our table, he greets us, and afford kisses on both Anastasia’s cheeks, and I think his action takes her by surprise. It makes me happy that all my family adores Anastasia. It’s not just me. She’s a lovable girl.

“Good to see you again, Ana,” he murmurs.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please nominate a table head,” the MC’s voice booms over the PA.

My sister Mia who always desires to be in charge, a Grey character trait I suppose, and center of the attention – that is a Mia trait only, yells, “Oooo – me, me!” bouncing up and down in her seat like a toddler.

“In the center of the table you will find an envelope. Would everyone find, beg, borrow, or steal a bill of the highest denomination you can manage, write your name on it, and place it inside the envelope. Table heads, please guard these envelopes carefully. We will need them later,” he announces.

Anastasia’s face falls. I dig into my wallet and take out two One-hundred-Dollar bills.

“Here,” I say handing Anastasia out one of the bills.

“I’ll pay you back,” she whispers. What the fuck? I don’t want the money back from her! This is a charity which I dragged her to. Why should I make her pay for a measly amount like a hundred Dollars? I’m getting mad, but this is not the time or the place to discuss this; so I keep my trap shut for the time being. We both sign our names on the bills, and pass the money to Mia.

Anastasia examines the menu of tonight’s event printed on a card inscribed with silver calligraphy.

Salmon Tartare with Crème Fraiche and Cucumber, on Toasted Brioche matching it with Alban Estate Roussanne 2006 white wine. Then there’s Roasted Muscovy Duck Breast with Sunchoke Puree, Bing Cherries, Foie Gras Châteauneuf-Du-Paper Vieilelles Vignes, paired with 2006 Domaine De La Janasse. For desert, sugared crusted walnut chiffon candied figs, sabayon, maple ice cream paired with Vin De Constance 2004 Klein Constantia. There’s of course local cheese and breads which are paired with Alban Estate Grenache 2006. To tie everything over, there’s coffee and Petit Fours.

After examining the menu, I notice that Anastasia is gazing at the sunset over Seattle and Meydenbauer Bay after the two servers pull back the canvas of our tent. The city lights are twinkling as if they’re painting a canvas over the water with the orange, pink and reddish sunset colors.

Ten servers, each of them are holding a plate start serving in synchronization. Anastasia gazes at the food on her plate.

“Hungry?” I lean in as whisper in her ear like a caress. She shivers knowing my meaning.

“Very,” she whispers back meeting my gaze with the lust reserved only for me making my lips part with desire as I inhale. I don’t want to get a hard on with three-hundred people around me. But, we have to do something about this later in the evening, otherwise I’m going to melt here. (←I Melt With You by Nouvelle Vague)

As Anastasia is engaged in talking to my grandparents and Mia, I talk to Sean, Mia’s date about wind-up technology, particularly in cell phones, but trying to apply the technology into other devices requiring electricity or batteries. My goal is to be able to provide technology at the remote corners of the world. My company is using Schumacher’s Small is Beautiful Principle. Schumacher, besides being a British economist was also a writer. Most companies, people in fact believed in such phrases as “Bigger is better”. But when the ’73 energy crisis occurred, and that coincidentally was the time the globalization was emerging, Schumacher published a critique of Western economics called Small Is Beautiful: Economics As If People Mattered. The book is divided into four parts: The Modern World, Resources, The Third World, and Organization and Ownership.  He was concentrated on sustainable development because of its relatively minor improvements, technology transfer to Third World countries. There are a lot of things there were striking to me and stood out in the book, but a few have been the most memorable:

“Man is small, and therefore, small is beautiful.”

“Wisdom demands a new orientation of science and technology towards the organic, the gentle, the non-violent, the elegant and beautiful.”

“The most striking thing about modern industry is that it requires so much and accomplishes so little. Modern industry seems to be inefficient to a degree that surpasses one’s ordinary powers of imagination. Its inefficiency therefore remains unnoticed.”

I could go on forever talking about this which is obviously one of my passions and I have used these principles in my own business endeavors. I see Anastasia watching me in awe as if she’s never met me before when I am talking about things that are my passion: other than steamy hot sex with her making her come a thousand different ways, flying and sailing. She has this awe and reverence in her gaze for me; which incidentally fuels my number one passion: steamy hot sex with Anastasia.

There is a steady stream of people who visit our table trying to make my acquaintance. I shake hands and exchange pleasantries with a number of people throughout the evening. There are some that Anastasia should meet, some I feel safe, and some, I wouldn’t dream of introducing my hot girlfriend. 

When the MC asks for our envelopes, my mother pulls out the winning hundred-Dollar-bill. It’s Sean’s and his award is a silk-wrapped basket.

Anastasia is applauding, but her heart is not into it. She’s fidgeting beside me, and that’s all well, because I’ve been trying to suppress getting a hard-on all evening.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she murmurs to me, and I look at her intently.

“Do you need the powder room?” I ask. She nods.

“I’ll show you,” I say darkly. I need release as much as she does. When she stands up to leave with me, the other men at our table also stand up.

“No, Christian! You’re not taking Ana! I will,” chimes in my inappropriate sister. Before I can protest, she’s on her feet, grabbing Anastasia’s hand. My jaw tenses. I’m going to combust and come with all these people around me! What the hell is she doing taking my girlfriend? Sometimes my sister is a big frigging annoyance! Anastasia shrugs apologetically at me. I sit down quickly as to not draw attention to my erection, resigned. Later tonight, then.

Anastasia returns a little while later, looking a little relieved but still hot and bothered. She glances at me as she takes her seat next to me. I smile at my woman. I squeeze her hand, and we both listen to my father talk about Coping Together. I pass Anastasia a card with the list of auction prizes.

There are quite a few prizes donated by wealthy patrons. There is one from Elena for “One Day Voucher for Two at Esclava, at the Braebur Center.” I’ve donated one weekend stay in my place in Aspen, Colorado. After Anastasia gazes at the list, she blinks up to me.

“You own a property in Aspen?” she asks accusatory. Since the auction is underway, she keeps her voice down. I nod at her, but am irritated with her tone. Why is she accusing me for owning a property in Colorado? When had that become a crime? I put a finger to my lips to ask her to be quiet.

“Do you have property elsewhere?” she whispers. Damn! She’s not going to let it go. I nod, but give her a warning look. “I’ll tell you later,” I say quietly. “I wanted to come with you,” I add sulkily still full of pent-up sexual tension. With her being angry at the oddest things, doesn’t make it any easier: sometimes I don’t know which way is up with her. She gets mad at things other people wouldn’t even notice.

Anastasia is glancing around as if she’s looking for someone.

When the bidding comes to my place in Aspen, the bidding reaches to twenty thousand Dollars.

“Going once, going twice,” the MC calls, and suddenly Anastasia’s voice rings clear out over the throngs.

“Twenty-four thousand Dollars!”

I pull a sharp intake of breath with fury rolling over me in waves! What the fuck is she doing paying all the money I’ve given her for her car! Fuck! I can’t spank her! Damn! What do I do? How do I punish her? I want to get her across my knee and spank the shit out of her right now!

“Twenty-four thousand Dollars, to the lovely lady in silver, going once, going twice...Sold!”

I applaud for everyone’s benefit donning my public smile. But, Anastasia, baby, I’m going to get my due whether you’re willing to pay up, or not! I lean over her with a large fake smile across my face. I kiss her cheek and move close to her ear whispering in a cold and controlled voice, with my all my 50 Shades back:

“I don’t know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you,” I say to my woman who exasperates me beyond belief, riles me up, mind-fucks me every which way I didn’t know possible, and goes toe to toe with me; all of which are all the things I hate and I love about her!

“I’ll take option two, please,” she whispers frantically. My lips part and I inhale sharply. Fuck Anastasia! Not here! Don’t make me come with your steamy words alone! Not here. Okay, two can play at this game.

“Suffering, are you? We’ll have to see what we can do about that,” I murmur as I run my fingers along her jaw, the simplest touch yet I know it goes all the way to her sex, and knowing that she won’t be able to sit still, and already pre-heated, she’ll want to jump my bones, as she’s already looking at me with voracious hunger. Pay-back time, baby! I’ll fuck you later, but now you burn in desire.

 Next posting will be on Thursday. Enjoy!