I always thought Christian was beyond hot-headed, but now…now things are a little out of hand. I simply just wanted to join my coworkers at the bar. Nothing wrong with that! However, Christian thinks I will be raped, tortured, and killed. So, here I am. Handcuffed to the toilet… and blindfolded. Oh did I mention naked as well?

Flashback

"Mrs. Grey, a shower without me?"

"Christian! Oh… uhm… I thought you were still at work," I muttered. Shit. This IS NOT going to go well at all.

I look over at my Fifty running his index finger across his bottom lip. Damn that lip. Christian simply laughs, sits on the sink and stares intently at me. At times like this, I wish the shower was not made of glass.

"Mrs. Grey. So flustered? And a shower after work without me? I do hope you are not going somewhere without my permission."

"Well…hear me out… I wanted have some drinks with my coworkers… and uhm."

Silence. Pure fucking silence. Awe, crap. This for sure is not going to go well. Turning off the water, I jump out of the shower. Yes, I will win this battle by aiming at his weaknesses. My inner goddess laughs at my courage and encourages me. So, I stand in front of him. His eyes slowly taking in my body. All of my wet body. Haha… sucker.

"No. The answer is no Anastasia."

"Christian," I say as a bat my eyelashes, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. The answer is…. Uhm…."

I turn around so he can, oh how he puts it, stare at my "glorious ass", as I slowly bend down to retrieve the towel I placed in front of the shower.

"Ana, I know what you're doing."

Ignoring his comments, I grab the towel and slowly, ever so slowly, stand back up. I take the towel and rub it up my thighs, over my stomach, over my breasts, over my face, and over my hair in an attempt to dry the moisture off my body.

"Now Christian, you said you wouldn't keep me from company anymore. Why are you being so.."

"For the sake of my sanity, do not say the word childish. It is not I that is using my body as a weapon."

"I am not-"

"Yes you are."

"But Chri-"

"Two can play this game."

"I real-"

"You want to play don't you? All you had to do was ask."

"Now real-"

And the lion catches its prey. Christian has one hand over my mouth, his other grabbing my hands pinning them above my head.

"You forget we have security for a reason. I don't have Sawyer follow you all day for nothing."

Shit. Christian releases my mouth, only to produce a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Before I can even react, I am shoved on to the toilet. He then slaps one cuff on my wrist, the other on the side of the toilet.

"Baby, we both know you never win. Yet, you try to test me. You try to push my patience. You purposely defy me. Enough of the games Ana. Something could happen to you if you go out drinking. I tell you this from time to time. You won't listen for shit Ana!"

He then leaps at me again. This time, covering my eyes with the blindfold he carried in his back pocket. Shit. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Now Christian in angry. Really angry.

End Flashback

I sit on the toilet for what seems an eternity; contemplating the scenarios in my head that Christian will do to me. What can he possibly do to me that he hasn't already? "Oh Ana, I am going to spank you twice on your behind after I slowly caress it. Then. Oh ho then! I shall fuck you ever so hard!"

He should know by now that is not a punishment. Actually, everything he has done to me so far I've enjoyed myself. So what's the purpose of acting like some shit is actually going to go down.

The door slowly creaks open. Ah. My Fifty has arrived.

"Anastasia. You have defied me for the last time. What do you say to me once you have defied me?"

Sigh. Seriously? What is he two?

"I say I'm sorry."

Whack! The pain across my thighs is shocking. This is not pain from a flogger. This actually fucking hurts.

"Yes what?" He yells.

"Yes sir…"

Shit. For once now, I'm actually scared of what's going to happen. My thighs are throbbing at the new sensation to this pain. I allow him to use the flogger, but this-this is something more. Something wooden… something I fear… A FUCKING CANE.