HIS LAST ACQUISITION

It was time to move beyond vanilla. OOC, AU. HEA. Short Story

Characters: Christian Grey, Anastasia Steele.


DISCLAIMER: Characters from the Fifty Shades Trilogy belong to EL James. Some plot from the novella "Knocked up by the Dom" by Penelope Bloom.

NOTES:

1. This occurs a few weeks after Christian claims Anastasia's virginity.

2. Christian does not have a Red Room. He has practiced BDSM in the past, but up to this point in the relationship it has only been a consensual vanilla 'relationship'.

3. Christian encourages Ana to experience his world and takes her to a BDSM club.

4. Mild BDSM themes, sexual content, vulgar language.

5. It is most definitely OOC.

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-CHAPTER ONE-

~missmusicteach~

Anastasia

"TAYLOR, NICE CAR," I tried to sound confident, but it lacked any strength as my voice shook. Turning to regard the man sitting next to me, I noted how proper and utterly gorgeous he was. I softly stroked the Italian leather upholstery beneath me. Jesus, I was nervous, and I grimaced. Christian continued to sit back and remained cool and under control. I wished I were a little more confident in myself. Not domineering, but more believing that I could do this, but I wasn't sure what the correct etiquette was in this instance.

Christian's hand brushed my shoulder. His touch was like ice over my burning skin. I shivered, causing bumps to cover my body. He firmly shook his head, stating, "Our words are silent," he smirked causing the dimples to hollow in his cheeks. "It's brilliant. He can't hear us." He tapped his ears.

My eyes darted forward to Taylor's ears. There they were: tucked away, crisp white earbuds.

"Loud rock evidently, Burning Embers fan. He seemed like a classical lover to me. You can never pick them." Christian said, tapping his finger to an unrecognized beat on his thigh.

"I guess that would explain the consistent head nodding." My words continued to come out shaky.

Christian smiled, but didn't laugh. What he said was funny, but I had resorted to assaulting my lips, pinching them with my teeth. I'm not sure if I had made the right decision being with Christian. Fast was an understatement. Nimble and speeding in the sense. The sex, vanilla as he referred to it being exceptional but our bizarre relationship drowned me. Confusion topped with opulent gifts. Normal wasn't us but who settles for average?

Tonight we were moving further away from normal, making our relationship exceptional… I hoped.

"So…" I twisted my hands in my lap, brushing the lace of my dress. "I always thought having endless money could change things. Make things easy," I said, surprised by letting my guard down, showing my naïveté.

Was I showing naïveté? Most probably, but I've never had money to spend on myself let alone splurge. A car. What the hell was he thinking?

"Why would you say that?" Christian crinkled his face.

"Assumptions, I guess," I shrugged. "Maybe I'm stereotyping, but there are so many bells and whistles you're blaring at me, Christian. It's rather overwhelming." I finally released a heavy breath.

"And an Audi…. Isn't that bells and whistles?" he said, his mouth making a straight line.

An Audi A3. Red, if I want to get specific. I do miss Wanda.

"No… I mean yes. Actually what I mean is, it's just—"

Christian silenced me with his finger over my lips. "You are over thinking. The nervous energy is radiating off your soft skin, please relax Ana." His fingers ran over my collar bone to the swell of my left breast.

Ever since that first night together in his apartment, his Escala home in the sky, I knew he wanted more as did I. This definition I was worried about. It feels as if I was a lamb going to slaughter, being led by the lion as he lapped his salivating tongue over his sharp teeth.

Christian made it clear and had instructed I must wear my new gift. A rather suggestive black dress. Weeks ago, I couldn't even have remotely imagined wearing anything resembling this, but it did accentuate my figure, brought out my curves. I was sure Kate would be impressed with my current cleavage.

Overall, this was the initial restriction when we first met, a definite challenge. These gifts even though extravagant to my own beliefs, I couldn't help but enjoy the appreciation it gave Christian. He was like a child at Christmas. Finally it had taken over a month now but his words came freely. We were both opening up to one another; it gave me a tingling warmth within my chest. And this was my doing: giving him happiness.

"Why do you give me gifts? It's too much, Christian. They are exceptional and well beyond what I deserve."

"Only a fool would gamble with something so rare because I'm giving you something I would never consider giving another…" A small grin covered his face and he turned to look out the window.

"You don't need to shower me with your wealth. Money means nothing to me." I gripped his hand, and his stare bored into my soul, "I'm not going any where. I'm here with you."

He leaned back in the seat. His chest rising and falling in quick short bursts, "Ana… When you have money, you strip away the excuses and the what-ifs. You look at your reflection and ask yourself if you're happy every morning, and if you're not? I've reached all my business goals, but personally there is nothing left stopping me from going after what I want." He turned his head, his eyes hooded, and a smirk over his lips.

"So I'm your last acquisition? The thing you want?"

Christian stilled with his eyes closed, his head nodded once.

He sees me as an object, a possession?

Flushed red over my cheeks, I lowered my head to stare at my nervous fingers in my lap.

"You are not a commodity, Anastasia," he sternly stated. "You are much more. It's been a journey. An absolute discovery. It's taken me years to understand what I wanted, but once I knew… I thought about it every hour of every day. I poured all my energy into it until I made it happen."

"What?" I asked.

"You." He states.

Even though our relationship is different, his words declare one thing. Love.


WE DROVE FOR ANOTHER twenty minutes. In that time I couldn't help but touch Christian. It was honest affection and always authentic for him. Subtle strokes over his black slacks, traveling to his crotch. Some would see this as exhausting, keeping up a façade for perfection, but this was no façade, this was truth. An endearing love this quick.

His erection strained behind his zipper, leaving little to the imagination. He was aroused, as was I. I wanted him, but a car was far from an appropriate place for vanilla.

"Where—" my breath hitched at the back of my throat, the air tangled with the salivating juices in my mouth, "Where are you taking me? Since my attire is lacking for the Mile High Club for a romantic dinner," I pulled back, panting.

Still aroused, I clenched my thighs, feeling the wetness on my barely there panties… Tonight was going to be the night.

"A club. A speciality club. Exclusive, I hope you approve Anastasia for our tastes. Remember tonight isn't about me," he said with a slight jump in his voice.

At the back of my mind I was calculating what I needed to do to please him, but no matter what I did, he was hypnotized by my naïve skills of flirting and sexual foreplay. Everything I did pleased him and satisfied my own needs. I couldn't help myself as my hand continued to cup his weighted balls and the never ending hardening cock. My fingers danced over the zipper ever so lightly, teasing him, wanting him. His cock jerked not for the first time during the car ride.

"Are you sure about that?" I questioned, "Because—"

He grabbed my wrist, not tight but with urgency. "Tonight is about trust Ana." He slowly let go, and tucked some hair behind my ear. His hand stroked my cheek. "You must trust me before we can move forward tonight in any meaningful way."

"But we've… you know… had sex," I whispered, almost embarrassed to state the words. "So what else is there?"

"Oh my sweet Anastasia. Yes, but tonight we will have more." His voiced purred.

"Christian we both already are bursting at the seams." My hands tackled the seatbelt, releasing it and I huddled closer to Christian.

He scowled for a moment, as I only now realized how this was affecting my safety within the vehicle. But fuck safety, I needed him.

"I've imagined this," his hands cupped my face, kissing me, like he was trying to take my last breath, "but I have larger goals than my own carnal pleasures. Ever since I saw you in my office on your knees, I felt a spark of connection igniting between us. I've wanted one thing more than anything else." I was panting… his voice was so deep his lips over my neck. "Your happiness."

"Christian, you don't need to buy me things or take me to sex clubs. I could have cooked you a meal, watched Netflix and fucked on—"

"I don't want to fuck you while watching TV. You're far more important than that. Such a perfect innocence." I gasped at his words.

"I'm not referring to the kind men drool over. I'm lucky, I'm the only one to give you your first sexual experience. Rather, your purity is deeper than your virginity. It's obvious there's a piece of me you hold close to your heart." His hand rested in-between my breasts, "You guard this so carefully, that's what I lo—" He paused almost having an internal battle with his thoughts, "that's what I enjoy about you. You're my favorite place. My go-to especially when my mind searches for peace within the torment. You hypnotized me."

"Christian," I shook my head almost in tears… my fifty.

"Anastasia you are like a bird in a cage. Trapped. More than anything I want to set you free, not just for my own satisfaction, but for yours. I want you to fly and I'm the man to release you, to soar into this wild world of BDSM, Baby."

"How? Your words, Christian… I—"

"Shhh, everything is taken care of. Everything will be perfect."


CHRISTIAN HELPED ME OUT of the Audi in front of the so-called club on the outskirts of Seattle. It looked like an abandoned brick warehouse more than anything else, not an exclusive sex club.

"So this is… The Club?" I asked, feeling unimpressed as I rested a hand on my hip.

Expectation was far from reality. It was far from modern, sleek, extravagant, opulent lighting, or possibly a sign for all to see. I'm sure Christian observed my lack of enthusiasm.

"Exclusive Club, Anastasia." Christian purred into my ear, his firm hand removing my own from my hip. "Entry is only available on a need to know basis," he stated. "The club doesn't even have an official name, but high profile clients aren't here for signage. They would prefer to keep it anonymous, especially those who happen to be within the vicinity." Christian quickly pointed in the dark of the night, "Cameras and security are surrounding us, soon our entry will be granted. Tonight you'll find senators, actors, doctors, educators and any other person of stature you can imagine inside. And Ana…" he lifted my chin, "I'm not referring to men either. Keep an open mind."

My breath hitched in the back of my throat as nerves fluttered in my stomach. The occupants weren't my worry. Quickly wiping my sweaty palms down my lace dress, I tried again to find some composure. Apparently the dress was club approved, and soon enough my self-doubt overwhelmed my mind. Maybe this was a bad idea as the dress lacked coverage over the essential areas for any woman. But as always Christian kissed my lips and reassured me it was more on the conservative side of requirements for this 'club'.

"Rules…" Christian said, snapping me from my fashion issues. "For entry," he stated while face-to-face.

He looked divine as usual sporting his deep grey slacks and matching jacket, fitting him in all the right places while emphasizing his masculine frame. Interestingly, his grey tie still remained to accent his crisp white business shirt. Christian worked out regularly and even I started an exercise regime, to keep up with our endless love making sessions we had on a daily basis. But this body before me was gorgeous.

It was his eyes that caught me every time. They could never hide his true feelings, as they consistently demanded my full attention. I squirmed on the spot, trying my best to feel sexy in my four inch Christian Louboutin heels. I snorted, thinking Christian, how appropriate.

Even with the revealing outfit and standing close to this man in the dark of the night, his eyes burned into mine. They carried so much weight—a gravity of their own. Darting my eyes up his tall domineering stature, I was locked. Those stormy greys were at it again and full of sexual desire.

"Rules?" I barely got the word out, "Like the club's or your own?" I brushed his jacket off a few pieces of lint, glowing in the moonlight.

"Some of both." He ran his hands down my sides.

I twisted my body back and forth, blushing as he continued to lean into the crook of my neck, kissing it softly, gently.

"As your Dominant, these are rules to keep not only you safe but myself too," he said in a serious tone and expression that makes me gulp down my response.

Christian nodded, "The club rules are based on what type of bijouterie you exhibit. The more worn, the further off-limits you become." His hands rested on my shoulders. "This defines you a submissive and that you have a dominant," he said, pulling a gem encrusted necklace from his jacket pocket. It sparkled in the dim light outside the club. He placed it around my neck, clasping it together then kissed my shoulders. It was tight around my throat and almost restrictive.

"It's like a choker, quite snug," I stroked it.

"Or some may refer it as a collar. Tonight it's protection around other doms. A rather lavish protection… over two hundred thousand dollars worth."

My eyes ignited. This was over the initial shock of the wealth wrapped around my throat. It was his words. I have a Dominant, and I'm his Submissive. Trust, love honesty and understanding.

"Bracelets mean your Dominant isn't willing to share. One bracelet," he says sliding a diamond studded bracelet over my wrist, "means your Dom doesn't want another to touch you. Two," he said, sliding another on my opposite wrist, "indicates your Dom doesn't want another man to speak or make eye contact with you," he said with no hint of a smile.

I jingled both wrists and they had a few charms hanging from each. Looking carefully at the dangling objects, an ice-cream cone, a car. I glanced up at him, hooking my brow. Was he being utterly serious?

"What if I accidentally look at someone?" My words were barely audible.

He gripped my chin, causing me to tilt my glare to his, "Then you'll be punished."

A chill ran through me, but it was not entirely cold. This was another side of him. His guard was down. I've seen that he can be sweet, considerate and thoughtful, but this side of him? The dark dom. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. The truth was I felt a thrill and freedom from being commanded, being dominated.

"And this—" His hand slipped into his pocket pulling out another diamond object. A ring. "It's the most important piece," the ring slid on my left hand ring finger, "means you are taken, for you are mine and I am yours."

Astounded I gasped, unable to hold in my shock.

Was this an engagement ring?

To ask was impossible as my nerves overruled my impulse. My hand shook in the dim light, I tried my best to study the ring on my finger. It screamed wealth, and so many dollar signs. It was a little overwhelming for this gal from Montesano.

I looked at Christian and he was serious and stern. Why did he need to be so difficult with his emotions but there was a slight change in his eyes that showed his amusement.

I was falling head over heels for Christian, the one who took my virginity but at the same time, this seriousness… It was incredibly kinky. I didn't know if the effect he had on me would fade with time, but right then, I knew I was at his mercy.

"Now for my rules," he said.

More rules? What more could there be? Don't look at, talk to, or touch any anyone within the precinct. What other trouble could I possibly get into?

"Inside, you may call me Sir." I nodded, as my cheeks burned, "You'll stay within arm's reach of me at all times. You will treat my word like law. If I say it, you will do it. It's for the safety of us both. To be clear, the most important rule is to use safe words. Yellow means you're nearing your limit, and red means stop."

"If I use those words… you won't be disappointed with me?" I asked, with a hint of hesitation in my voice.

"Ana," he said, stroking my cheek, pulling me close to him. "It would please me of all honor, knowing we trust one another especially with safe words. My only goal is your pleasure. My job as your Dom is to challenge you, to bring you to your limit, to find thrills you never would on your own, and to give you the most mind-shatteringly fucking orgasms you've ever had. A relationship between a Dom and his submissive requires more trust than any average vanilla. Much more. It's a real trust having true faith. I'll do the best for you rather the best thing for me. If I'm going to bring you to the edge of your comfort, I need to trust that you'll tell me if it goes too far. Your safety is my greatest concern so you need to trust me and as your Dominant, your lover, I will never be angry with you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal." I smiled, running a finger over his jacket.

"Sir," he corrects. "The next one will cost you." He chastises me, locking his fingers into my own.

"Cost me what?" I stare at our cupped hands, oblivious to his statement.

"You'll be punished."

I gasped, "It's for enjoyment… correct? What if I just disobeyed you because I wanted a punishment?" I queried my Dom. I knew I was being coy with him, but I didn't care.

He showed me the first sign of his more relaxed self and grinned. "Then I'd find ways to make sure you don't behave so wickedly. The relationship between Dominants and submissives isn't solely about sex." I instantly pout.

But I was looking forward to the sex.

"Ana, honestly, intercourse… fucking is secondary. The true reward is the bond. There's nothing more stronger on Earth than the connection we can shape by putting our trust in each other."

Listening to him talk about his world already had me itching to go inside. I wanted what he was promising. I wanted it so badly it ached.

"Well come on… Sir," I licked my lips and was raring to go. So I tugged on his hand, pulling him towards the door of the club.

He bent his neck to kiss me softly on the lips. I leaned into him, savoring the taste and the way his powerful arms encircled me, making me feel small and safe at the same time. He pulled back with what I thought was more than a hint of reluctance. For a second, it looked like he might push me back into the car and take me there, but there was no way with Taylor sitting in the front seat. Earbuds or not, that wasn't going to happen. So instead, his hand lowered into the curve of my back.

"This way, Ana."


THE CLOSER WE APPROACHED the doors, two burly men in black suits, a single ear piece twirling into the back of their suits and a stern intimating look upon their faces blocked the door. The owner must share the same security as Christian.

Flicking my head up to Christian, catching his attention, "Please tell me you don't own this establishment?" I held my breath.

It was as single smirk that caused me to slap him on his arm.

"Ouch, have you forgotten the entire conversation we had moments before?" He scowled, "If you must know, I co-own the establishment with a dear friend."

I could only roll my eyes and pray he wasn't referring to his Mrs Robinson.

"Baby, I thought I expressed how rude it was to roll your eyes at me. That's going to cost you later on."

"Bring it… Sir," I winked.

"Evening Mister Grey," The man on the left nodded, and the man to the right concluded, "Miss Steele. Enjoy your evening."

Christian didn't bother to acknowledge either men, and honestly I believed that was rude.

"Thank-you gentlemen, I'm sure we will," I said as I skipped through the doors. Instantly a small tap landed on my ass. Just like I wanted.

By contrast to the disappointing exterior, the interior appeared to be lit entirely by LED soft lighting and scented candles. Ironically vanilla engulfed my lungs as Christian clenched my hand tight. We walked directly into what seemed to be a main gathering area with branches into several smaller sections all with tall doorways towards dark narrow hallways. The walls were paneled in hard woods, stained deep browns, reds and blacks all lined as my eyes followed up the tangling metal motives to the extremely high ceilings. I scanned the crowd carefully trying not to make eye-contact with… anyone. Unsure what my expectations were, I was surprised to see such a large crowd.

Christian was correct about my attire; compared to most, submissive or dominatrix alike, I was on the prudish side with only a opaque lace number. Still I couldn't help but try and pull it down a little lower to cover my rear.

"Sir. Am I allowed to make rules?" I asked looking towards the floor. "I don't want you to look at any of these women."

Christian lifted my head, "You are not a slave, don't look at the floor when you address me. We are equal and baby, there's only one woman I want. The one who stumbled into my office only a few short weeks ago." He waved his hand around, "They are nothing. Only you."

My top teeth assaulted my lower lip causing crescent moons to divot. I had to believe his words, I did… but self-doubt berated me. Why would Christian Grey choose me when there were so many more worthy women within his grasp.

"So if we are only looking at each other, why come here? Sir."

"To state you are mine and only mine," he acknowledged. "Every man here would kill to be with you; still, if hell freezes over, they won't have a fucking chance. Only. Mine." He growled.

I was being shown off. His girlfriend, His commodity, his submissive. A smile covered my face at possessive Christian.

"Come," he said, holding out a hand.

My eyes locked to the back of his grey suit as the lighting began to change from yellow to a sunset red. Once we were inside, I instinctively took a step back, overwhelmed by what was happening. It seemed as though we were intruding at a private level of intimacy for the couple in front of us. Christian reassured me by running his fingers over my arm, and mouthing the words 'we belong here, to ease your cravings.' And I trusted the guidance of my Dom.

A dimly lit stage caused a pearly white skinned woman to glisten in the glow. A woman was on a massage table that was modified for medieval torture. Her legs were flared open, held by black straps. Her arms were free, but another leather strap held her down by the shoulders. A man with a black hood from the nose up, kneeled between her thighs, lapping up the woman's glistening arousal. It was seeing two men, naked except for medieval plague doctor masks, standing on either side of her that caught my attention. Her grip was tight around their cocks as she pumped them and all four rolled their heads from side to side.

"Here," Christian informed me, as he led me to the corner of the room, where I was still able to see the view of the stage but out of the immediate eyes of spectators. "You like to watch, don't you? I saw the way you bit your lips. Was it her pleasure or the men being masturbated?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. With a snap it shut, unsure what I should say.

Instantly he shook his head, disappointed.

"No, Baby. Trust. Don't try and figure out what I want to hear. Remember, there's only one thing alone I care about here." His lips went to the shell of my ear, as his voice dropped an octave, "Your pleasure." He pulled back, unbuttoning his jacket, calm and in control. "If my Ana likes to watch, she can. No questions asked."

Sighing, I sank into the wall. I'm glad he understood me because at times I didn't even understand myself. I was sexually charged, especially in the arousing atmosphere. For certain I was sure I didn't want the people on stage, it was just visually overpowering as my desires went into overdrive.

Dirty was the word on the tip of my tongue as I caught myself smiling. I realized what was to come as the night progressed with my Dom.

Christian leaned so close I thought he was going to take me right there, but his lips pecked my ear as his voice rasped, "I'm going to make you come right here. How does that sound Baby?"

A smutty titillation swam in my veins. A second later, fear reared its ugly head.

What if someone would see meus? What if they decided we were the show?

His soft hand meandered from my hip to my thigh, sliding under the hem of my barely there lace dress. Everywhere he touched left a fiery trail of ecstasy. Fire on my ice, so much steam it blurred my vision. My lip took the brunt of my teeth as desire overwhelmed my senses. I secretly dreamed of having his hands on me like this since losing my virginity, something beyond our vanilla.

Being around him was like stepping into a raging river. I could only fight the course of the current for so long before being swept away. To survive the struggle I must get to shore, and remove myself from the water all together. But I've never been a good swimmer. Maybe it was time to drown.

"Oh God," I moan.

"Feel my hands, Baby. Allow me to slide along your gorgeous body and enjoy every curve. Let the pleasure flow," he growled.

His hand found my panties, which were embarrassingly soaked already so early in the evening.

"Tell me, did the show get you wet? Or was it something else?"

"It was you. Only you." My words immediately escaped.

"Liar."

His finger does something I can't even begin to describe… the sensation was overwhelming as a moan spilled out before I could bite it back. It was so loud I thought someone must have heard. I scanned the crowd, one woman had her head turned toward us. She winked when I noticed her before turning her chair to face us.

"Someone is watching us," I whisper.

"Good. That was your punishment for lying to me. I'll make sure you're noisy enough to draw more of a crowd."

My heartbeat grew even more rapid. I expected to be mortified at the idea of someone watching, but knowing the woman was watching us made me imagine everything from a new, even more exciting perspective.

He kissed my neck while his hand slipped inside my panties, finding bare skin.

"This is new," Christian circled my smooth mound.

"Yes… Sir." I barely could speak as I needed his hand to go lower.

Instantly his hand touched me in places no other had. His fingers moved down, sending chills pulsing through me, heating my insides. His fingers found my entrance and he was able to slide one in with ease. Even the single digit felt absolutely amazing as he curled it back and forth causing pressure on a place inside me I thought for sure was a myth.

Involuntarily bending forward, I was gasping into his chest, trying not to hurt him so my fingers clawed into his back.

"It feels so fucking good," I moaned.

"So you cuss now Baby, all due to your G-spot." He chuckled, "and I'm only getting started."

My clit was rubbed by phenomenal dexterity as Christian worked his second finger inside me. Dragging then pumping and repeating over and over that magic spot, I was in heaven. He seemed to have a natural sense for how close I was; just as I neared the edge, he shifted gears, lowering his revs enough to keep me from orgasm.

It was when a third finger entered me, with some kind of twisting motion, that he pulled back every time I pushed onto his hand as my legs shook almost giving way.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, surprising myself.

I was drowning, moaning louder with every twist. I knew my voice must have drawn more eyes. Right then, the idea stimulated me more. Hidden deep I knew I'll be mortified later, but I didn't have the strength to swim to shore.

Surveying the crowd, I see more than half watched our show with interest, and some even aroused by our foreplay.

The look in Christian's grey eyes screamed don't come, but with the combination of his fingers and our audience. I spasmed as my walls clenched and contracted around his fingers.

"Oh God, Chris—" I gasped out loud, squeezing him as he was my life raft, as my orgasm blew me away.

As my pleasure passed, he leant down and pulled my panties up and rolled my dress down. It was the sudden movement of his hands around my waist as he led me towards the hallway away from our voyeurs. He licked each of his fingers clean with a large smirk over his face.

"Now you were flawless, Baby. Absolutely perfect."

"You weren't so bad yourself," I panted, puffing out a few heavy breaths.

"Sir," he corrects with surprising sternness.

"Sir," I said, lowering my head.

Even though this was in many ways a small step within the life style—I didn't want to disappoint.

"So, what do I have in store now?" I mewled. "Sir."

"It's time for privacy." His voice growled, opening a heavy door, and quickly slamming it shut behind him.


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