A/N: Good evening, everyone! This is a plot bunny that I have been developing for months, and although I wasn't quite ready to post the first chapter yet, it has become necessary to do so. A former friend has shared the idea with the writer who has been trolling me and my friends, and that writer had threatened to steal the idea and pass it off as her own. Anyways, enough of them! :P

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Christian POV

January 2018

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm in my office at Dark Desires, a club that I've owned a couple of years after I graduated from Harvard.

Business has always been my strong suit, and with being able to run my own business, it gives me control of all things.

Something that I want, need, crave for.

I've got bigger dreams than owning clubs and restaurants, and while my mother always supported me, it was my father who really disapproved of what it is exactly that I do. He always wanted to me to follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer, but no way in hell was I going to do that.

I paved my own path, and I've never been more satisfied.

As I'm sitting on some contracts that my manager, Luke Sawyer, has sent over, I glance over to my left, and a smile creeps up on my face.

My current submissive is kneeling with her head bowed down, palms facing up, and in nothing but that baby blue thong, I've purchased for her. Her brunette locks are cascading down her back. Usually, I'd like her hair to be in a bun, ponytail, or braided. But today, I wanted her hair down.

She looks absolutely stunning, and her submission arouses me.

She's been kneeling here almost the whole afternoon and hasn't complained or spoken a word. So obedient. That's how I like them obedient, willing, and wanting to be dominated. I'm a hard man to please, but she's done just that by her submission alone.

I think my girl deserves a treat.

"Kitten," I call for her, and her response arouses me even more.

"Yes, Master?" She purrs. Her voice is so angelic, soft, and warm like smooth honey.

"How are you feeling, kitten?" I'm not fucking that cold-hearted, and I know she's been on her knees for quite awhile. Although, she knows her safewords, and she is fully aware that she could use them if needed.

"I'm fine, Master." She tells me without hesitation, and I smile at her response.

"I'm pleased. You may look at me, kitten." She looks up at me, and I can't help but take a look at her beautiful features. Her creamy, white, pale skin, long brunette locks, and powder blue eyes. Even with the lightest makeup, she's a genuine beauty.

Then again, I've always had beautiful submissives.

My tastes are eclectic, and as long as the submissive is willing to submit to me in every way with few or no hard limits, I will consider taking the submissive on.

Although, my kitten... She is different from the rest. There's something about her, but I can't put my finger on it.

But what I do know is that she is the first submissive that I've wanted to engage in Total Power Exchange.

Even though I already own her, I want more of her.

I know what more she could possibly give, and I want it.

The problem is, she isn't willing or at least not right now.

She enjoys being my submissive, that much I know.

And I've got to convince her some way, somehow.

Looking for a TPE submissive isn't easy, and there aren't a lot of submissives who are willing to do that. Also, I've never been so possessive over a submissive, ever. But I know exactly what I like and who I would want to own.

She's it.

How many times have I had submissive try to offer me their submission, and I've had to decline? And it's been because of her. I own her; her body belongs to me.

But the thing is, if she continues to refuse the arrangement I've been asking of her, then I'll have to try to let her go and move on. I know every single member of my club, so I've got many to choose from.

Even if I don't want to.

She's mine.

"Kitten, would you like a reward for being the good girl that you are?" A smile appears on her face, and she nods her head. That won't do.

"I can't hear you, kitten. And you don't want me to ask you again." I say sternly. "I want you to purr for me."

"Yes, Master," she obliges.

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my trousers, kick them off, open my legs wide, and start to stroke my hard cock. There's no doubt in my mind that this is turning her on. I can hear her moan in delight of the sight I'm giving her, and I know she's ready and willing.

I pull her by the hair and position her face right in front of my cock. I see her lick her lips and bite her bottom lip in anticipation. Yeah, I know what you want. I slap my cock on her puckered lips a couple of times. "I want you to suck me off while I look over the rest of these contracts like the good girl that you are. I am aware that sucking my cock will make you very wet, but I don't want you to touch yourself. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Master," she breathes.

"Suck my cock now."

I see her eying my cock hungrily, and she opens her mouth wide to take in my length. She begins to bob her head up and down on my cock, and I groan in pleasure. As she continues to suck, I start to look over the paperwork and pictures of the new members of the club. As I'm flipping through the contracts, I would occasionally glance down at my kitten who is beginning to touch herself as she's sucking my cock.

She probably thought I wouldn't notice with how consumed I was in my paperwork.

Little did she know…

Big mistake, that won't do.

"Stop," I command. She realizes I've been watching her, and she stops her movements.

"Were you touching yourself, kitten?" She doesn't speak; she just looks at me with those guilty blue eyes.

She knows she's in trouble.

"I won't ask again. Were you touching yourself?"

"Ye-ye-yes, Master," she finally answers, but I see a hint of amusement in her eyes.

So, she wanted me to catch her.

She's not so clever.

I stand up from my chair and pull my pants up, and then I begin to clear the contracts off of my desk.

"I want you bent over my desk." She gets up from under my desk and bends her delectable body over it.

I go to the wall on my right, pick one of the paddles, then walk back to my desk where she awaits her punishment. As soon as I get to her body, I trail my fingers down her spine, and I feel goosebumps rise on her delicious skin.

"Do you know why you're being punished?"

"I was touching myself when I was only supposed to be sucking your dick, Master." I push two fingers into her tight little rosebud, and she whimpers in response.

"And are you supposed to be doing that?" At first, my administrations to her rosebud is all too slow, but I begin to pick up the pace.

"N-n-no, Master," she stutters, and I begin to ram my fingers into her ass harder.

"Not only that, but I know you were very wet. I can see your pussy glisten with arousal." I admire her pussy, but it also infuriates me that she disobeyed me. "And who told you that you can touch yourself, pleasure yourself? All of that belongs to me." I pump my fingers in and out of her, and I know she's close to an orgasm because she begins to thrash her legs around.

"Stay still," I hiss, and she immediately complies.

"I need to cum, Master. May I cum?"

"NO!" I grunt and really begin to fuck her ass with my fingers. As soon as I know she's close to coming, and I pull my fingers out. "You will not cum without my permission." She whimpers in response, and I know she's frustrated.

But she doesn't deserve to cum, not after that little stunt.

"I'm going to give you twenty hits from this paddle, and you will count."

"Twenty, Master?" she whispers. "I don't deserve that."

Does she think I didn't hear that little comment?

"Do you dare challenge me even more? I can make it more if you continue to question me," I say harshly.

This is why I call her kitten. Because on the outside, she seems innocent and playful, but at any time, she pulls her claws out.

"No, Master. Twenty is fine. I'm sorry, Master," she whispers guilty.

"Good. I'm glad we agreed. But, I've decided to add five more since you did decide to question me. When I say I'm doing something, I will do it. I am your Master, and I will give you any punishment that I see fit, and you should not question me." I explain, and she winces. "I want you to count with me."

I begin to bring the paddles down on her sweet butt cheeks, and the first strike is always the best.

"One, Master." She whimpers not in pain, but in pleasure. I can hear it in her voice. I bring the paddle down once more, and she counts out loud. She pleases me so much. As I continue my administrations to her delectable ass, I'm pleased. She's taking it like a champ and not being a smart mouth at the moment.

She's wet.

I can see her arousal dripping out of her sweet pussy.

"What number are we at, kitten?" I take my hand and caress her now red as cherries bottom.

It's beautiful. A work of art.

"Twenty, Master," she exhales.

I know she needs to cum, and I will let her.

Once I'm done.

"Let's keep going then." After five more strokes of the paddle, I drop it down to the floor and kiss each of her butt cheeks. "You did well. You've pleased me immensely." I grab her hand and help her rise off of my desk.

"Thank you, Master." She blushes furiously at my words, and I give her a kiss on the cheek. "Do I still have no permission to cum, Master?" she asks, batting her eyelashes and trying to looking innocent.

"No, you do not. But perhaps later, if you behave. I have work to tend to. I want you to get dressed and grab us some drinks from the bar," I tell her as I put the paddle away.

"Yes, Master," she says as she begins to slip on the beautiful burgundy dress that makes her look sexy as sin.

I take a seat behind my desk once again, feeling empowered and in control as I begin my paperwork.

I hear the door open. "Excuse me, Ms. Steele?" She looks back at me with her beautiful, powder blue eyes and bites her plump bottom lip.

"Yes, Master?" she replies sweetly.

"You look lovely in that dress," I compliment her, and she blushes that delicious shade of red again.

"Thank you, Master," she says just as she's about to walk out of the door.

"We're finished with the scene, Ms. Steele. It's Mr. Grey to you." I wink, and she rolls her eyes and walks out of my office.

I growl, leaning back in my chair. She has the ability to push my buttons. Oddly, it's one of the many things I like about her.

But, I'll never tell her that. I close my eyes and ponder on how to get her to say yes to my TPE agreement.

This is a totally different Christian and Ana that I've ever written. It's exciting! ;)

I can't be sure about an updating schedule as of yet since I'm still working diligently on my other stories. But never fear, THIS story will continue! No worries about that ;)

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