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Book IV - Chapter VIII - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction
THE ART OF WAR
“Let your plans be dark and
impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
Tzu, The Art of War
wants war. He must have been studying Sun Tzu’s Art of War, because I recognize
the technique; he wanted to subdue me without fighting. But clearly, he’s not a
very good student. The first rule in the Art of War is to know your enemy. And
Lincoln simply doesn’t know his own enemy; namely, me. There’s a Christian Grey
persona outside. It’s what everyone sees. Hardly anyone is allowed to get a
glimpse of what is inside of me. That Christian Grey is known by no one except
Anastasia. I don’t intend to spread it out for others to decipher anytime soon.
One of the first rules Sun Tzu teaches is that victorious warriors win first
and then go to war, while the defeated warriors go to war first and then seek
to win. I win first; I’m a fighter. I don’t turn the other cheek. You attack
all those I love and give every indication that you will continue to do so, there
is no place big enough to hide your wicked ass from me. I don’t believe in eye
for an eye. And, I do forgive my enemies, but not before they’re hanged.
Lincoln had to do was to leave my family alone. But, no. He deliberately aided
someone who had every intention of killing me; a man who attempted to rape and
kidnap my wife. With Lincoln’s help Hyde got out, and did kidnap my sister and
my wife and nearly killed them both. Hyde has been planning to cause the worst personal damage
to me; and by aiding this fucker secretly to accomplish his heinous goal, Linc wanted to
rip my heart out, and sit back to take pleasure of my torment; meanwhile acting as if he had no hand in it. Not only did Hyde extort money from
me through my wife, but he intended to rape the girls, and he managed to beat my wife an
inch of her life and put my baby’s life in danger. This is war and it’s personal! Linc won’t stop if I don’t stop him.
I've put Anastasia to bed nearly an hour ago. I call Ros.
evening, Mr. Grey,” she answers her phone.
I need updates,” I say curtly, my manic energy so is fucking intense; it's oozing out of
the Taiwanese? We followed your instructions, and half the money is transferred
to our bank in Taiwan,” she replies. I feel irritation creep up.
I know I didn’t just lapse into fucking Klingon! That’s not what I’m asking
about, and you know it!”
boss, since you’re so eloquent this evening, I’ll tell you the other
update…” she says sighing. Ros is one of the very few women who are neither
affected by my charms nor my wrath. That’s one of the reasons we can work well
together, because she does her job well, and tolerates my mercurial moods
without so much a blink and manages to do her job superbly instead of getting
have called in an emergency meeting and fired the board as you asked. But, the
CEO will know about this by tomorrow. You know that. I don’t want GEH to be
screwed with twelve law suits!” she says with acrimony.
we won’t,” I say as I lean back in my chair. The leather of my chair protests
with a squeak.
this a joke, Mr. Grey? Someone will leak it into the media stating it to be a
hostile takeover. Knowing this, I’ve done my homework, and had appropriate
reasons to give them the boot and a finger each. But we have had immediate
leaks after we took over SIP despite the gag order.”
have gag orders placed in. Besides, I own a large portion of the stocks, and
you will get me the remaining shares first thing in the morning.”
a step ahead of you Christian. We’ve already had the gag order placed. However,
you know that this is only the eye of the storm.”
well aware of that. If I didn’t have all my ducks in order, I wouldn’t have
done it. But, I do. Who do you think is going to have pity on a board of
directors who are a bunch of overpaid pricks? I have poured myself over into all the financial data of Lincoln Timber in the last hour. Do you know how often
this board of directors met?”
far as it’s written in the bylaws, they're supposed to meet quarterly, and also have to meet
whatever they prescribed in the corporate charter. Emergency meetings etc…”
it averaged out one meeting a month. One fucking meeting! In the last meeting,
guess what the agenda was?”
the Congress is any indication, I’d wager and say that setting the salaries and
compensation of company management.”
you serious? Who is actually running the company?”
quite serious. The only decisions they’ve all agreed in the last three years’
meetings and speedily approved are the salary increase and supporting and
reviewing the performance of the CEO who by the way rules them with an iron
you know they can vote him out!” Ros contradicts.
Roger Lincoln,” I say perfectly calmly, I am anything but.
do you know?”
shuffle the names, bios and very personal reports on the members of the board
of directors in the several files I have before me; courtesy of Welch.
I would expect a better yield as far as income is concerned from a control freak
like Lincoln. The domestic wood products demand has been increasing with the expected
new housing market, remodeling, non-residential construction, industrial
construction as well as wood export demands from the Europeans. This will increase even more so as early as the
beginning of the New Year. The money is being made; I have examined the ledgers. But, they should have had more growth than what is shown.”
noted that too, sir. I had a feeling that someone, or a few someones were
dipping their hands into the cookie jar. I don’t think you have gone through
their ledgers as far as I have. I had Warren with me and we both divided the
information a certain number of years. I had also the personal assets’ files
drawn up of the board members. Sam checked those for me, and marked the
discrepancies. A lot of the numbers still didn’t add up. In the company
earnings, there’s about $53.6 million dollars unaccounted for, and somehow the
ledgers are shown in order. But they’re not.”
am pure attention, shift in my seat, and lean into my phone.
much did you say?”
million Dollars, sir. This is over a period of thirteen years. Lincoln Timber
has been a public company in the past 15 years. It’s carefully done, very
tactful. It’s not skimmed in one or two years. It’s been done over several
years. Even though the company’s growth is expected to be substantial, it was
moderate, or that’s how we see it.” That is an important piece of information.
skimmed the money? Did you see any indication that one or more members of the
board could have done it?”
the thing sir. See, these guys have to kiss a lot of asses in the House and
Senate because they’re going neck to neck with the environmentalists who wish
to see logging companies eradicated. There are indications that we know some of
the lips of these guys so attached to some Senators, we don’t know where their
lips end and the Senators’ asses begin. They might allocate funds for these
politicians, but we found a lot of greasy hands in the pot. If you think Mr. Lincoln
is as controlling,”
she says emphasizing the word, possibly thinking of my controlling tendencies,
“as you say he is, he's turning the other way when it comes to their skimming from the top. There's a missing amount that points to the board of directors. We’ve calculated that number to be around $28.3 million
Dollars. And that’s between twelve guys and a few asses in D.C. You can see
the poorly concealed money trail. But the $53 million is – I must say
admirable. There’s no trail. None, whatsoever.”
no Ros. When there’s an activity, there’s always a trail. I know his secret.
It’s in the cash dealings,” I say in an even tone.
How could such large amounts of money can exchange hands in cash and no one
know about it? And why would they want to do that? That presents a tax problem
and countless other issues.”
Everyone gets a kickback. And when you divide it into months, it’s about
$660,000 per months. When you look at it that way, it’s not that large amount
of money. It's about two bars of gold per month. When large amounts of timber
sent overseas, he can always show the price less than what is being agreed, and
get the money deposited to an overseas account.”
about the board members?”
controlled them all. He got good use out of them in keeping his game with the
politicians, and possibly allowed them to skim a certain percentage. Their
salaries are $150,000 each, yet they all sit on millions of Dollars of assets
with no other business endeavors. If they realized that he could be skimming,
they were waist deep in sharks themselves to bother with him, and why would
they? They had a steady income coming, the investors were getting a steady,
however minimal return.”
hear Ros take a deep intake of breath.
that case, I feel even better about firing their corpulent asses!”
I laugh. “You have a way with your words, Ros. Now that we’re on the same page,
tell me exactly what happened.”
getting to it, Boss. Warren, Sam and I already figured out their part in the
skimming. But when the trailed got cold with the $53 mil, I assumed either
Lincoln was extremely stupid – but he didn’t struck me as one – or he’s the devil’s
twin. I knew you would ask all the details, so, when I had called the emergency
meeting, I had Barney set up a small camera from an inconspicuous angle, and he
should have e-mailed video to you. Let me text him to verify.”
look into my e-mails. It might be there already. I have not checked them in the
last hour since I was going over other documents. But what does the video
you kidding? It’s my shining moment, Christian!” she says with exaggeration. “It
shows how I kicked their asses, and if in case they wanted to sue us in the
future, I have solid evidence of what was said to them, and what they did in
response. We have clear indications and information at the lobby of our company
stating that the building is clearly monitored by video surveillance at all
levels,” she adds for my benefit. “Besides… I was spectacular. I would like my Boss to see it.”
“I’ll reserve judgment until I watch the whole thing and will let you know what I think about it when I’m done watching it.”
are you gonna do with the CEO, sir?”
going to rip him apart one lumber at a time,” I say and hang up.
turn to my computer, and log into my e-mails. There’s the message from Barney
Sullivan. I click on the video. After a little static, I see Barney’s sideways
face with a pen in his mouth, testing the connection and sound. He grins into
the camera, moves his glasses up his nose, and leaves.
see Andrea leading the board members to the table one at a time. They’re
surprised to have been called for an emergency meeting, at GEH of all places. I
can hear the confusion and anxiety to be called here.
Warren, Sam and two others from the Finance Department enter. Ros takes the
head of the table. Warren is middle aged, and he’s seasoned in business. He
also doesn’t mind appearing in financial papers. When the Lincoln Timber's board members see him, they
greet both Ros and Warren. But the others don’t get any acknowledgement. The
two members who are closest to Ros shake her hand.
Warren, Miss Bailey,” starts the most senior board member after clearing his
throat. “I’m Cliff Huxley. When I ask this question, I believe I’m backed unanimously. Is there a reason why we are called to have an emergency board
meeting at GEH?” A murmur of agreement rises among the members.
is our CEO?” asks another member.
who might you be?” Ros asks calmly raising her eyebrows knowing perfectly well
who it is. It’s her method of putting someone at unease.
Andrew Sheldon. I’m the Executive Vice President of Lincoln Timber.”
course you are. Let’s get started then,” Ros says turning her attention to
Warren. Someone else clears his throat to get her attention; all eyes are fixed
on Ros trying to decipher why they’re here. But their demeanor is snobbish.
Bailey!” shouts the man sitting in the opposite end of the table, across from
Ros, as he slowly rises up in his seat. “I’m the CFO of Lincoln Timber. You
have two minutes to explain why we are here for an emergency meeting of all
things. Otherwise, we’re all leaving.”
yourself down, Mr. Acers. You are no longer the CFO of any company. In fact
Lincoln Timber no longer exists.”
questions rise around the table.
is that even possible?” someone else shouts.
suggest you all sit down, sirs,” Ros raises her voice. “We owned 78% of your
shares yesterday, and as of this afternoon, that number is at 100% and it is
consolidated within the GEH. We no longer have need of your services.”
is a hostile takeover!” someone else shouts.
such thing is happening here, sir. Warren?”
A grinning alligator interrupts, “you take
over 100% of our assets, consolidate into your company and say that this isn’t
a hostile takeover?”
Henson,” Ros raises her voice. “Your allocated salary is $152,000 and yet you
have dealings with paper companies such as the Southern Texture, New Leaf, Blank
Page, and oh, Smooth Run toilet paper on the side skimming from the top, and
have accumulated assets that are worth $3.1 million Dollars. Impressive Mr.
Henson. All in three short years! Tell me again, how do you manage to do that?”
have no proof! This is an accusation which you will answer in court!”
I’d love to. And of course the Internal Revenue Service would love to hear how
you have made this large amount of money and not paid a single dime of tax on
it,” Ros says sweetly.
run around the table.
go over the finances; particularly the missing millions of Dollars. Of course we as GEH are
interested in knowing the whereabouts of that money; because we have owned a large amount of shares, and
yet we have been shortchanged over the years because of your… how shall I put
this delicately…” Warren says racking his brain.
shouts the CFO managing to look offended.
“Don’t get too impatient Mr. Acers. I’m getting to you,” says
Ros theatrically shuffling files. “Ah, there you are,” she says and opens a
large pale blue folder. Acers shift in his seat nervously.
have been a bit greedier, haven’t you Mr. Acers? I can understand your
excitement. I love what you have done with your new boat which by the way
you’ve purchased from GEH. Thank you for your business. You have by far accumulated the largest assets among all the board members which have all been acquired since you began working about
five years ago. I’m sure the prospect of not skimming from the top is stressful
to you. But you have managed to increase your return by 18%. That’s
a wonderful return in this downturn of economy, don’t you think Mr. Warren?”
she asks sweetly again. Warren nods his agreement.
the yield from Lincoln Timber’s last quarter was a whopping 0.25%... Tsk…tsk…tsk...”
she tuts wagging her index finger.
dare you bring us here, accuse us, and… and… tell us that you have overtaken
know; I’m sorry I neglected you Mr. Sheldon, being the former Vice President of
Lincoln Timber and all… I was just about to reveal your highway robbery… I beg
your pardon, your assets that you accrued generously from Lincoln Timber,” Ros
raises her voice. Sheldon visibly pales on the camera. Barney must have taken
the control of the joystick, because the camera zooms in on Sheldon’s face. “You
have not done badly for yourself since you’re only $612,000 short of Mr. Acers,
falls into the room as Ros goes on.
up Sheldon,” hisses Acers.
you want to get indicted?”
said shut up! She’s bluffing!”
don’t bluff Mr. Acers. At your age of 52 years, a seemingly upright member of the
society, you can finally lead a decent life you pretend to possess. But should you
choose to go against GEH, we will come back with a vengeance, and make sure that you get to be someone’s bitch at the State Penitentiary as oppose to vacationing on your
yacht Pearl with your lovely wife Cindy, your 11 year old daughter Jessie, your
16 year old son Jake and your golden retriever Lucy. Think how your lovely wife
would be devastated and lonely in your very long absence… And I have not even
begun to talk about the $53.6 million Dollars that is completely unaccounted
for and I am beyond sure that all the other investors would loooove to hear
about the whereabouts of their missing profits…”
the fuck is Bailey saying Jeff?” asks one of the younger members of the board,
said shut up David!” Sheldon shouts.
don’t think so! I’m young, and I have my whole life ahead of me. I wouldn’t
have gotten into any of these if it weren’t for you, Jeff, Cliff and Mr.
Lincoln! I’m not screwing up my family’s future for you guys anymore! I had no idea you
guys had accumulated that much money! How is that fair that you get five times
as much as I do? You can go fuck yourselves! What do you want Miss Bailey?” he
says turning to Ros.
want you all to vote yourselves out of a job, sign an NDA, and you will be put
under a gag order.”
blackmail!” shouts VP.
the contrary, I could have turned all the evidence into the Feds and still
owned the company. You’d not only be out of a job, but reputation, family and
the money as well. I’m giving you another shot at decency.”
David looks green on the gills. Warren pulls his chair closer to Ros to avoid
any projectile vomit if David was to hurl his way.
is your only and last chance. GEH owns the Lincoln Timber as of the last hour.
You have all been fired. But for the paperwork purposes, I will give you a
chance to vote yourselves out of a job like the honest men you pretend to be in
the next two minutes.”
gets up with documents in his hand passing them around the table.
“If a single one of you doesn’t sign, all of the documents will be turned over to the
authorities. Do I have your agreement, gentlemen?” First deathly silence covers
the room, and weak ‘yeses’ can be heard around. Some just nods.
stands, fixes the frills on her pale rose color shirt. Pushes a strand of her
hair behind her ear. She then turns to Warren with a smile.
colleague, Mr. Warren will take it from here. Nice doing business with you
gentlemen,” she says and exits the meeting room with her Jimmy Choo pumps
and Warren checks each document passed to them, one of my attorneys walk in
with a notary who certifies the documents making them official. I now own
Lincoln’s ass, minus the missing $53.6 million dollars he’s hiding elsewhere. I
will destroy him so thoroughly he will wish he never crossed paths with me.
call Ros back.
sale of Lincoln Timber, piece by piece starts tomorrow. I want to start with
figured that was going to be the case from your less than happy demeanor earlier
today, sir. I have a few companies in mind that might be interested in the
heavy machinery the Lincoln Timber has. This is Washington after all. There are
quite a few other lumber companies.”
Sell them off tomorrow! Then sell the lumber they have in stock, and sell the
contracts with the trees to cut from other lands. I also want the lumber to be
moved within the week off the property. Put the land on sale with the onsite
offices… Sell the trucks. Then sub-contract the workers to other timber
companies. I want everything about Lincoln Timber to be history within the next
two weeks,” I order resolutely.
will, sir,” Ros says hearing the ‘you-can’t-fuck-with-me-and-get-away-with-it’
tone. “Remind me to never to get on your bad side, Boss.”
night, Ros,” I say hanging up.
slowly walk into my bedroom, grasping the hem of my t-shirt; I pull it off my
head, and slowly get into bed trying not to wake my wife up. She has one hand
extended to my pillow searching for me in her sleep, and the other hand is
protectively over her belly. My whole world is right here, in this bed. I take
a sharp intake of breath with the sight of my wife. The seeping city lights from
a distance are dancing in her hair. God! I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitch. Luckier even to
have Ana back in one piece. In that instant, the mere inches are too far from
her and I immediately pull Anastasia into my arms, spooning her. She gives a
satisfied sigh in her sleep, and snuggles with me. Holding her like this I let
sleep take over me.
morning Seattle! You’re listening to K.O.M.O. 97.7 News Radio. It’s 6:00 a.m.
on the hour. It’s 49 degrees outside with 62% humidity. Afternoon showers are
expected around 3:00 p.m. We are now connecting with Sue Romero on Chopper 3
for traffic…” I wake with the sound of the radio, finding myself wrapped around
Ana like ivy on a wall. I slowly untangle myself from her and quickly turn the
radio off to not to wake Anastasia.
been two days since we visited our house, two days since I ordered Lincoln
Timber to be dismantled, and two fucking long days since we haven’t had sex.
I’m vibrating, and can discharge energy if I was simply touched. I need to work
out today to get the excess energy off. I put on my gray sweats and a t-shirt
on and leave the room.
is already at the entrance waiting in his workout clothes: shorts and t-shirt.
Morning sir,” Taylor says as he presses the button to calls the elevator.
Taylor,” I say. He gives me a sideways glance and fidgets in his place. Taylor
never fidgets. Something’s up.
got some news for me?”
sir. Welch called earlier. Yesterday afternoon Ros sold all the heavy machinery
that once belonged to Lincoln Timber. The purchaser is moving them out this
morning. And someone informed Lincoln telling him the heavy machinery is being
moved, and they’re legitimately sold. Apparently he rushed to the lumber yard
in his boxers and a t-shirt. He was pissed like an ornery bull when the
security we placed tried to prevent his entrance to the company property since he’s
the CEO of a company that longer exists. When Lincoln tried to fight with the
security, he was escorted out in police custody. Apparently he’s in county jail
right now in trespassing private property, assault charges and destruction of
private property,” Taylor says trying to keep a straight face.
He beat two security guys up pretty badly. One is hospitalized with broken
ribs. Second security guard got a broken nose a cracked elbow and wrist because
he got kicked by Lincoln repeatedly. Two other security guards helped to subdue
him and managed to cuff Lincoln and held him locked up until the cops were
called. Even then he managed to destroy some items in the office he was locked
in. His lawyers are trying to get him out in bail, but it’s too early for the
judge to be at the court. Welch wants to pay him in kind for what he did having Hyde’s
paperwork got lost.”
nod, and take my Blackberry out just as the elevator door dings open at the
gym. I dial Welch.
here,” he answers after the second ring as if he’s been up for hours.
Welch, Taylor got me up to speed with Lincoln. Do whatever you need to do to
keep him locked up for 24 hours at least. 48 hours would be better. If my
attorneys want to fix the last fuck up they had in Hyde’s release, now is their
don’t think that would be a problem sir. We have security camera feeds, and
it’s clear that Mr. Lincoln is a violent man with anger management issues. And
during my search for Hyde’s bailer, I have met a very interesting waiter who
tipped me off on a lawyer named Albert. He also remembers Lincoln meeting this
lawyer. I showed a picture of Lincoln and he immediately recognized him. He
said he called himself ‘Brioni’, but the waiter recognized it to be a fake name
since he was wearing a Brioni suit, Armani silk tie and Ferragamo’s Giostra
would he know all that?” I ask skeptically.
Grey, it’s one of the most upscale restaurants in Seattle frequented by the
wealthiest of the state, and the waiter is as gay and as style guru by the
looks of him as Tim Gunn. He immediately knew that Lincoln was lying about his
name after he said his name was Brioni after a quick glance at his own suit.
Described Lincoln to be in control and commanding. He said that Mr. Lincoln was
predatory like a lion dressed in an expensive suit. Apparently his gaze alone
instilled fear in this guy. It took $2000 to unravel his fear. I also got the
reservation list and discovered the name of the man Lincoln was meeting. It’s a lawyer
named Albert Cohen. He’s not Lincoln’s regular lawyer. But it appears that he
has used this guy’s services a handful of times and only when he wants to
conceal something. His name came up when Mrs. Lincoln was attacked a few years
back. That’s when this lawyer who was representing Lincoln.” I stiffen immediately.
He’s the man who does Linc’s dirty work!
the most interesting bit of information I got after I took Albert for a ride
with a few of my colleagues yesterday was that Lincoln always, always
deals with cash. Large sums of cash,” he enunciates. “The cash travels around a
few hands quite safely I might add via this guy to reach its intended
destination. He gets paid well enough but after we’ve coerced him to cooperate
with us, he fessed up that he gets a hefty sum of cash each time he performs a
service for Mr. Lincoln who apparently likes to be referred only as “Sir.” The
additional cash that was found with Hyde also came from Lincoln,” he says.
mother fucking asshole!” I hiss under my breath, and Taylor looks concerned
with my colorful epitaph. “I want you to find where this dickhead is hiding his
$53 million Dollars he stole from the investors.”
that…” he starts.
discovered a safe in the office he used at the Lincoln Timber’s offsite office.
There was over $2 million Dollars in cash and account number and login information
of some offshore bank accounts. But the balance in those accounts only totaled
up to be around $17.2 million Dollars which he can still access of course. We
still have the larger sum unaccounted for.”
digging! I want all his offices to be examined. The headquarters as well. He no
longer owns the building, and he should not have access to any of the
more thing sir… There are saved newspaper articles regarding your marriage,
your accomplishments, the SIP, GEH, Hyde’s break-in, Mrs. Grey’s and Miss Mia’s
kidnapping, the ransom, and Mrs. Grey’s hospital stay,” he says slowly,
letting the information sink in.
else?” I ask through gritted teeth.
the article printed a picture of Mrs. Grey and you, he crossed out Mrs. Grey's image with a
in red marker, and I could see that he...” says and stops, clearing his throat.
My anger rises.
it out Welch!”
must have been vengeful or angry because it was evident that he pressed the
marker really hard to cross her image. From a profiler’s point of view, it
indicates a personal grudge. Though we have searched for any evidence that
could tie Mrs. Grey to Mr. Lincoln, there is absolutely no indication that he
knows Mrs. Grey personally at all.”
because there isn’t any connection!” I hiss.
sir. But we could not have made that assumption without substantial evidence.
We had to make sure that there was nothing that tied Mrs. Grey to Mr. Lincoln.
By deductive reasoning, we have found one and only connection: you. He targeted
Mrs. Grey because she’s your wife. But that conclusion only came after we put
nearly twenty pictures of you and Mrs. Grey together from newspaper and
magazine clipping he collected in a file. He didn’t take a newspaper article with a picture or
a magazine image that didn’t contain the both of you. What emerged out of it
was that he wasn’t targeting Mrs. Grey at all… Well, let me correct that, he
was targeting Mrs. Grey but in a way to deduct her from you. He was taking her
out of the picture. He was leaving your stranded and alone. We couldn’t see
this until we put all the articles and pictures on one wall. That's when the
intent emerged: A Christian Grey without a wife. So, the grudge was
personal, but it was you he was intending to punish by harming Mrs. Grey. Hyde,
of course was the perfect tool for that purpose because of his hatred for you and Mrs. Grey. It would
never occur to anyone that someone else had a hand in it had Hyde succeeded in his attempts.” I feel my rage rising in me again.
sure he’s not set free on bail for 48 hours. Allocate my lawyers immediately to
represent the security guards to sue him for all he’s got for what he did to
them." My voice is low, and menacing.
said 24-48 hours, sir.”
changed my mind. 48 hours. I will give the fucker the surprise of his life when
he’s released on bail!” I hiss.
is eyeing me with concern. I walk into the gym, and go to a corner near
the punching bags. I dial Ros’s phone.
morning Boss,” she answers the phone.
you have 48 hours to liquidate everything of Lincoln Timber. I don’t want even a
single leaf with that name left by the end of the 48th hour.”
you spoke to Welch already, then.”
machinery is being moved today. I will sell the timber among three home
builders a little under the market value to move them fast, but we’ll still make money. And
it turns out; Lincoln Timber has screwed a couple of other timber companies in
business dealings by constantly underbidding them, and cutting into their deals.
These two companies, Northwest Timber and Miller Timber reached out to us after
the word got out. They don’t mind coming together and purchasing the land and
office space right out under King Lincoln himself. And that’s the title they
used, not me. Apparently Lincoln is a self-titled man: King of Timber.
timber companies have 50% of the asking money, but they need to secure a bank
loan for the rest of the 50%. As long as we’re backing them, the bank will loan
them the money today and this way we can make more money on the deal than I
originally estimated. If we sit on the property and work force, we’ll lose
money because we are in the process of dispersing it. But, this offer is the best
of the both world.”
it!” I say grinning as I hang up. You wanted to fuck with me Lincoln? Game on!
By the time I spit on your face, I’ll have already won.
looks at me after I hang up.
or punching bags?” he asks.
bags,” I reply.
we get back to my Penthouse, Anastasia is still sleeping. Pregnancy is making
her hungry and tired. I gaze at her as she is lying in bed, looking younger
than ever, her hand still outreaching my pillow. I want to kiss her and hold
her but she needs all the rest she can get to heal and for the baby. I pat my
way barefoot to the en suite bathroom and turn the shower on. Quickly divesting
my clothes off, I take a shower. After my shower, I put on my white linen shirt
and black jeans. I check on Anastasia, but she’s still deep asleep. I go back out
to the living room.
Gail. My usual. I’ll have my coffee now,” I say as I sit at the breakfast bar.
She brings me a steaming cup of coffee as start reading Seattle Times. Gail
puts a warm plate of egg whites and bacon before me within a few minutes. Then she fills my coffee
up. As I’m halfway through my breakfast, Anastasia walks in with pale blue a
wraparound dress which is making her blue eyes even brighter. Her hair is in a
morning, Mrs. Grey,” I greet her with a smile.
morning, Christian,” she says leaning in for a kiss. I encase her between my
legs and holding her in my embrace, I give her a deep kiss. Gail studiously
ignores us, but then I don’t give a shit about who sees me giving my wife a
through tonsil exam with my tongue. When our lips part, we’re both breathless
and Anastasia’s cheeks are flushed.
you missed me,” she says smiling.
have no idea!” I murmur as I sit her on to the seat next to me.
would you like this morning, Mrs. Grey?” Gail turns around handing Anastasia
I’ll have waffles, eggs, bacon and some melon please Mrs. Jones. I’m starving!”
she says. Gail gives Anastasia a wide
grin, completely happy like a mother whose child is finally eating without a
you have work today?” Anastasia asks.
do, but I’ll do my work from home… What’s the point of being the boss and not be able
to take time off from my office?” I say smiling.
should go to work…”
can do your work from home, Ana. I can’t let you go until next week.”
it’s Thursday for heaven’s sake! I’m feeling better,” she argues as Gail places
her plate before her.
Grey, this argument has been closed since Monday. You can revisit it next
Monday. Until then you stay home, and I stay home making sure you don’t get in
trouble,” I say with an inscrutable gaze. Anastasia cuts and takes a big bite
of her waffle. She closes her eyes as if she’s savoring the taste of it for the
first time in her life.
is great Gail!” she says with a mouthful of waffles. Then turns to me after
taking a sip of her tea.
I don’t need babysitting. I’m a big girl,” she says and I raise my eyebrows.
says I’m baby-sitting you? I’m just trying to spend quality time with my wife,”
I say my eyes darkening.
she murmurs turning her attention back to her plate.
suppose I can read the query letters and respond to them,” she murmurs as she
takes a bite of her eggs.
you like some orange juice Mrs. Grey?” Gail asks.
please,” she replies. Gail places a glass of juice by her plate. Anastasia is
completely concentrating on her plate of food.
hate that I can’t stop eating,” she murmurs.
I love you eating, baby. You’re eating for the two of you, remember?”
but I don’t want to get fat,” she replies taking a bite of her melon.
get you a trainer who has experience in training pregnant women. That way you
two can work out a regimen to keep you healthy. But you need to eat. Blip is
counting on you,” I say. She places her fork down on the plate, her eyes
glisten with unshed tears. Oh, shit! Did I say something to hurt her feelings?
a lovely thing to say! I love you, Christian,” she says and wraps her arms
around my neck tightly. After a few seconds of confusion, I return her hug, and hold
her in my arms as long as she wants to be there. I make a mental note to ask
her doctor if there’s a comprehensive book I can read on pregnancies. I have a
feeling she’s going to experience quite a few mood swings and other changes
that I need to prepare for.
breakfast Anastasia spends most of the day going through her work e-mails,
reading query letters, and getting a head start on reading a manuscript. I
talked to Welch and my lawyers who are responsible for Lincoln remaining in
jail without a bail for the next 48 hours. After seeing the videotape, the
judge decided that it was best for Lincoln to remain in jail to cool his jets
down without bail, and the issue will be revisited within 48 hours. The bank secured the financing for the two other lumber companies, and the papers
have been signed. But the land and properties formerly belonging to Lincoln
Timber won’t change hands until Monday at the conclusion of the 3 day waiting
is tired by noon, and I put her down for a nap while she is protesting and
for a little while baby. Your body clearly needs the rest for healing and it’s
going through a lot of changes, and creating a new life…” I say in awe. “It’s
going to take its toll on you. Sleep,” I order. “I’ll come and check on you
me until I fall asleep, then,” she whispers. I sigh. Fuck it! Work can wait a
little longer. I sidle next to her, and pull her into my arms, hum her until
she falls asleep.
leave Anastasia when she’s deep asleep, and go to my study to work. When I’m
finished with the e-mails, Ros’s and Welch’s files, it’s already been two
hours. Since Anastasia hasn’t come out yet, I’m going to let her sleep a little
more. I sit at my piano, pulling the lid down so I don’t wake Ana up, I start
playing Jesu Bleibet
Meine Freude by Bach:
The Joy of Man’s Desiring. It’s a happy tune. I have my
wife safe and sound. My baby and my sister are safe and sound. Hyde is in jail. And I
will deal with Lincoln when he gets out. It’s a good day.
Jesu Bleibet Meine Freude-Bach
I finish playing the tune, I start over again and again and again. I only stop
when my Blackberry buzzes with an incoming e-mail. Who would that be at this
hour? I take it out of my pocket, and open the message that jump-starts my
heart and raises my libido to Defcon 1.
My Husband’s Pleasure
September 21, 2011 20:46
await your instructions.
G x ______________________________________
I take a deep shaky
breath. We were going to explore the limits of her pleasure, but she’s still
healing. On the other hand, I desperately want and need her. She wants me… And she
really needs to be fucked thoroughly. It feels like it’s been forever. Shit! I
don’t want to hurt her, but we need this. It will heal her, heal us. We need
this as much as eating, sleeping and breathing. And her message does say ‘my
husband’s pleasure’. I am her husband. If she wants it, I’ll be the one giving
it to her.
My Husband’s Pleasure ß---- love this title baby
September 21, 2011 20:49
intrigued. I’ll come and find you.
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. ______________________________________
slowly but anxiously stride my way towards our bedroom, barefoot. The door is
ajar. I walk in slowly. Anastasia is kneeled by the door in her blue lace
panties and place blue lace camisole. Her fingers are spread on her legs, her
eyes downcast. My Playroom over washed
jeans are neatly folded by her. The sight of her, what she wants to do for me,
to please me, to fulfill my needs makes my heart jump start. She really wants this! She wants this is for both
will never be a submissive, but this will do. This is heaven. I feel the lump
in my throat, because this is Anastasia’s gift for me; for both of us. I
finally lean down in a gesture to accept what she is offering me and pick the
jeans up. I can see her chest rising up and down deeply with anticipation and
excitement. My wife wants to play. We aim to please. I walk
into my closet with my playroom jeans she laid out for me. I divest all of my clothes off and put my jeans on with the top
button open. I walk back to my bedroom where my wife is still kneeling. I stand
you want to play?” I murmur.
she responds. Yes? Is that what we say? I don’t respond. I want her to remember
the rules. When I say nothing. I feel her gaze move over my denim clad thighs,
and my bulge at my fly, at the open button at my waist. Then her eyes linger
over my happy trail a little too long, finally rising up to my chest hair.
She’s drinking me in like a man out of the desert thirsting for water. Her gaze
connects me with her, my synapses firing, desiring her. When the blue of her hungry
eyes meet with my gray stormy gaze, my head cocked to one side questioning her
with an arched quizzical brow, she gets her OSM (Oh Shit! Moment) face.
what?” I whisper, enunciating. She takes a sharp intake of breath, remembering.
eyes soften at her enthusiasm. “Good girl,” I murmur as I caress her hair. “I
think we’d better get you upstairs now,” I add. We haven’t been to the Playroom
for a while. I hold my hand out for her to take her upstairs. When we reach the
playroom door, I stop and bend down and kiss her gently before grasping her
wife is a switch. She can be both submissive or a dominatrix. She wants to
submit to me, but instead of waiting for me to make the demands, she makes the
demand and I find her in a submissive position, forcing my decision to be with
her. She is topping from the bottom. Fuck it! I can’t resist her. I’ll take her
any way I can get her.
know, you’re topping from the bottom,” I murmur against her lips that I can’t
get enough of.
worry. I’ll live with it,” I whisper and run my nose along her jaw and gently
bite her ear.
inside, kneel, like I’ve shown you.”
gaze down at this creature who is my wife, who loves me unconditionally and is
willing to do this for both of us. I’m in awe of my Anastasia; completely in love
with her. She bites her lip and walk into the Playroom. I go back to our
bedroom and find her pink Louboutins and a hair tie. Then I make a stop at the
library. After taking one item out of the library, I make my way back to the
I walk into the playroom, she’s kneeling by the door only in her panties; her
hair is cascading on her back, eyes downcast, hand splayed on her legs. I
I walk towards Anastasia. I’m in my Dom persona again.
“Ana, you may look at me,” I
say and she lifts her gaze up to me.
“I want you to put these on,” I
order. I extend my hand to her, and she takes it, standing up.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies. I hold
her hand and she walks into her shoes.
“Turn around,” I command.
“Yes, Sir.” She turns her back
to me. I pick her hair at the nape and tug it and quickly braid it tying it in
the end. I give a tug at her hair, and her head is forced back making her lips
available for me. I kiss her hard and deep, with possessive urgency.
I walk her to the four poster
“I want you to now take your
panties off… Slowly,” I order. Anastasia’s breathing speeds up. She swallows
and hooks her thumbs into her waistband, slowly running her thumbs around her
panties and slowly lowers them down. My cock is so hard; it’s straining against
my fly, ready to get out. I want to fuck her deep and hard. Shit! I have to
show restraint depending on how she feels. But if I delay the gratification for
both of us, our pleasure grows exponentially.
“Lie on your back on the bed,”
I order. As she lies down, I get the spreader bar, lifting it up, I show it to
her. I fasten the spreader bar on her ankles.
“I’m going to fasten your hands
now Anastasia. I need a show of hands,” I say.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies holding
her hands out with barely restrained excitement. I cuff her hands with soft
leather cuffs and tie them to the headboard. “Now, I will put these on your
nipples,” I show her the clothes’ pins. She gasps as I pinch her nipples and
pin them with the clothes’ pins. Then, I walk to the stereo
and shuffle to Rui Da Silva’s Touch Me on repeat.
Rui da Silva
ft. Cassandra – Touch Me
Anastasia, due to popular demand, we are going to play, baby. This is for both
of our pleasure. I’m your husband,” I say.
dominant…” she says, “Sir,” she adds. My eyes darken.
going to spank you with this," I say showing her the ruler. "Six or ten, Anastasia?” I ask.
Her eyes widen. She bites her lip.
please, Sir,” she says. Fuck me! I would love to baby.
want you to count with me baby,” I say and twisting the spreader bar, I turn
her onto her stomach.
that glorious ass up the air,” I order, my voice is rough. She pulls her knees
under her, lifting her ass up in the air; her sex is peaking, glistening wetly.
hand gently strokes her buttocks, and then my middle finger dips into her sex,
swirling. She moans. I take my finger out, and rub her buttocks again. Then I
lift my other hand up and land the ruler evenly on both of her buttocks.
she moans. I lower my aim, and swoosh the ruler in the air again landing it on
her sex and the bottom of her ass. “Two…” she utters. I rub her buttocks again
caressing, then land the ruler again in a pattern. “Three…” she counts and
groans with pleasure.
massage her buttocks and stroke her sex between every other spanking. Her
buttocks are pink with the blood rushing to the surface, alerting her nerves to
she counts, her voice needy, full of desire. And for ten I use my hand landing
it right on her sex and buttocks, and dip two of my fingers into her greedy
please, Sir, fuck me!” she begs.
baby, all in good time,” I murmur. “Keep this glorious ass up in the air,” I
order, and dip my nose between the apex of her thighs and inhale, then I spear
my tongue into her sex, and swirl, pushing it deep. My hands grasp her buttocks
hard, not letting her move away from my ministrations. But she is greedy today.
She’s pushing her ass into me, seeking friction. I suck her clit hard with my
lips, and my tongue finally tortures it with pleasure. I swipe my tongue
against her slit and between the blooms of her sex, and she’s forced to absorb
the pleasure because the spreader is preventing her close her legs. I lean in,
and fuck her with my tongue. Then, unexpectedly I flip her over to her back, and
seal her sex with my mouth again, but this time, I reach her nipples and as I
deliver the last stroke for an explosive orgasm, I squeeze the clothes pins, and
pull them off her nipples. She screams my name in pure bliss. I immediately
take my pants off.
want her with ferocious hunger. I quickly flip my wife onto her back again. Lifting her buttocks up,
I pull her to meet my cock, and bury myself into her. Anastasia’s orgasm has
been so intense, I can feel it rolling over my cock, and the muscles inside her
sex are still contracting. She’s trembling like a leaf.
gyrates her hips, and I hold her in place.
baby, I want you to feel every inch of me take over your sex!” I say, and
slowly feed my cock into her sex. I’m finally balls deep. I close my eyes, and
hold myself in place.
Sir. I need more!” she begs again. She is so wet. Wet for me! I move out
slowly, and move back in again, savoring her like a flavorful wine.
Sir! I won’t break. Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!” she demands. Topping from the
bottom again, but this time, I let myself go wild, and drive out, and spear into
her hard, my balls heavy and aching; slapping against her clit, stimulating her, driving her wild. My veins on my cock are throbbing, seeking friction and
pleasure. I pull out again, and this time I let loose the wild hunger, the
animalistic urge to fuck my wife, and completely possess her. I can feel her
build up again quickly.
it Ana! Don’t come, baby! Savor it! Feel my cock taking you over! Possessing
you.” When I feel her tightening, quivering around my cock, I slow and pull
back. When the quivering dies down, I plunge back into her again with ferocious
speed but this time I don't stop.
for me baby!” I growl. I feel her muscles squeezing me like a fist inside her,
milking me for all I’ve got, making me come hard. I finally empty every last
drop into her, taking over my wife… or she takes over me.
collapse onto her; my faculties are elsewhere with pure pleasure. I finally
pull out of her, and undo her ankles and wrists, rubbing them. I pull
my wife into my arms, and we both hold onto each other until sleep takes over
us, melting our tension, worries, and troubles. At least for the time being.
In My Secret Life - Leonard Cohen
Good morning everyone! I fell asleep while editing last night. Got up @ 2 to finish it. Wishing an early Happy Birthday to Claire from Scotland!