Just a little one shot to explain away why Kate was always so abrasive towards Christian. Just for fun and a silly little idea.
"Kate!" Jeremy Lyle, my creepy ass editor, called over the buzz of the newsroom. I glanced over my shoulder to acknowledge I saw him and he shuffled over. "Kate, we need you to interview our guy who's conferring degrees."
I finished typing the sentence of the article I was working on then completely turned around to face him. "Okay, I guess I can make that work. Who is it?"
Jeremy rolled his eyes, "The ever elusive Christian Grey."
Christian Grey.
The name echoed in my brain. It had been a very long time since I heard that name.
Five years ago, in Calabasas, California
The flogger sliced into my bottom. It stung horrifically. Master was mad. Very mad. What I had done wasn't so terrible, was it? I crept into his room, and lied with him. He told me never to do that, I know, but it was thundering and I was scared.
He had seemed so peaceful in his sleep, his eyes soft and rested beneath his lash bristled lids. I couldn't be happy just quietly being in his room. I reached up and placed my hand on his muscular abdomen. I wanted us to be a relationship. I didn't want to be a sub. I wanted to be Mrs. Grey. I was only 18, but I knew he was my one and only. He was still asleep. I leaned over and kissed his beautiful scars, loving every inch of this man. Then I felt him bristle under me, seeing the bitten rage behind those placid, grey pools.
"Christian, please!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. He'd never hurt me like this before. I'd never been punished like this before. "Christian!"
"Stop saying my name! I am your Dominant, I am Sir!" He let the flogger rip into my skin one last time before dropping it.
"Red! Red!" I screamed our safeword. But he wouldn't stop. He untied me from the bed post in the playroom.
"On the floor, now." He pointed towards the soft red mat.
"I want . . . to go . . . home." I sobbed, inching towards the floor. He grabbed the back of my hair, pushing me down.
"Not till you learn your lesson. You knew not to do what you did, but you did it anyway. Now you have to be disciplined."
He blindfolded me and I could feel him tying up my limps in unfamiliar cuffs. "What are you doing?" I asked.
He pulled me back by the neck, "You aren't allowed to speak." He whispered into my ear.
I sobbed quietly while I felt utterly restrained. I still didn't recognize the feeling on my wrists and ankles. Suddenly I was being lifted. I was in the suspension system. The pain, oh god, it was plentiful. My arms felt like they were about to rip from my shoulders and so did my legs from my knees. Why was he punishing me so badly? Over and over again I felt the crack of a whip on my sides. My head felt like it would explode. "Sir, Sir you have to let me down. Something is wrong, please!"
Suddenly the whipping stopped. "Okay . . ." Christian growled. "I'll let you down." I smiled for the first time that night. It was over. My punishment was ov-
I hit the ground with a thud. I broke my wrist, I knew I had. I screamed out in pain , trying to convince Christian I was actually hurt. He just untied me and told me to leave as soon as I steadied myself, that our contract was now null and void. It was over, but I didn't want him to be over. Why had he done this. I decided to leave then and there. Move to a Seattle early, dye my hair before college started (blonde maybe? My natural brown hair would only remind me of Christian) and just be a different person. I even changed my name from Leslie to Kate. I couldn't let that summer stick in my head.
Present
I gulped. "Okay." I would recruit someone. Maybe my roommate Ana Steele could do the job?
Just had it in my head ~ Hope it wasn't a HUGE disappointment thanks!
