Hi guys. Hear me out before this next sentence makes you leave this story. SO I really hated Fifty Shades. I know, I know. You're going to leave anyway. Please, stay. I'm an actual submissive. I have my issues with this series because well, I know Doms. They aren't "fucked up" like Christian. They listen to safe words. And their submissives are treated like princesses. Or princes. Because guess what-male submissives exist! *gasp* Anyway. I hope you guys will give this story a chance, I'm going to update with the next chapter within the next week or two so please put me on story alert. I'm writing this to fix Christian Grey, and make him a Dominant that it's safe for women and men to fantasize about. Everything from the first book still stands and we'll see about parts of the second and third. Enjoy and give me some feedback please and thank you.

Prologue:

Christian's POV

"She finally realized how many shades of fucked up I am and she left." I concluded, throwing back the shot of vodka sitting on the bar in front of me.

"Well man," The leather clad man sitting a few stools away shook his head. "That would probably be because you have no fucking clue what you're doing." A

"Excuse me?" I glared at him.

"The only excuse I can see for the way you treated that girl? You weren't properly introduced to the lifestyle." He shrugged.

"Fuck you." I spat, standing to leave.

"No wait a minute," He said calmly in a slight accent. "I'm not just being an asshole. I was going to offer some help here."

"You don't know me," I crossed my arms like a petulant child. "I don't need your help."

"Do you want your girl back?" He asked.

"Of course I do," I shook my head. "But you can't help me win her back."

"Actually, yes I can. I was you, once upon a time."

"Get you anything else Andrew?" The Bartender asked him.

He nodded. "A round of shots for me and this young man."

"Leather is a little cliché you know." I sat back down, refusing to make nice with him.

He let out a deep chuckle. "Don't I know it? But my baby girl thinks it is sexy. I like to keep her happy."

Sitting at his feet was a young blonde girl on her knees-much younger than him-with her hair in low pigtails wearing a black halter top and a short black skirt. He was in his mid-fifties with short salt and pepper hair. His leather wasn't over the top. Just the pants paired with a black button up. I'd watched girl's drooling over him all night but he only had eyes for the blonde.

The blonde tugged at his pants leg.

"Yes baby?" He looked down at her.

"May I please have a Cosmo Daddy?" She asked softly.

"Hey Ben," He hollered at the bar tender. "A Cosmo for Lucy."

Ben nodded.

Lucy smiled up at him gratefully and leaned her head against his leg.

"You let her drink?" I chuckled.

"Of course I do," He stroked her hair. "In moderation. She's not allowed to drink so much she makes herself sick but she can have all the fun she wants so long as it doesn't hurt her."

"Anastasia wasn't allowed." I stated.

"Listen," Andrew said as our shots arrived. "I'm not saying you were completely off base with her-or any past submissives-but from what you told me their safe words were pointless to you because you ignored them. You never once mentioned doing aftercare with her. She was new. You didn't ease her into it."

"Aftercare?" I raised an eyebrow.

His mouth dropped slightly. "You don't even know what it is?"

I shook my head. "Elena never-"

"Aftercare is checking in with your sub after a scene. Immediately after, later that day, and if it was particularly intense even days after. And you never leave her right after a scene like you told me you did."

"Oh," I stared at the bar. "I really am fifty shades of fucked up."

"Yea stop saying that shit," He huffed. "Being a Dom doesn't mean you are fucked up. You have different sexual appetites than most people. It's not a bad thing. Your upbringing has nothing to do with it. And for the record, you don't need to punish her. It's as much for her pleasure as your own. If you truly care for her, you need to understand that. Instead of spanking her for everything, there are other punishments that won't traumatize the poor girl."

"Like what?" I glared.

"Nipple clamps. Lucy fucking hates them," He chuckled. "Or says she does. But her soaking pussy says otherwise. Edging works great too. Get her to the edge but don't let her cum."

My phone let out a chime and I checked it.

"Grey." I said simply.

"Christian," My mother said relieved. "Where are you?"

"Out." I answered curtly.

I could practically hear her frown. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago. You promised."

Dinner. Damn.

"Have I already missed dinner?" I asked, throwing back my shot.

"No. Are you coming?" She asked hopefully.

"I'm going to try," I sighed. "I'll see you soon."

Andrew was waiting.

"Here," I slid my card across to him. "I'd like to continue this discussion later. If you really think I've went about this wrong, I want your help. I need Ana back."

Hope you all enjoyed, I'm enjoying writing it. A few notes: Andrew and Lucy are very loosely based on some friends of mine. Before we go any farther, Andrew and Lucy are in a DD/lg (Daddy Dom, little girl) relationship. It's very, very common and I know your automatic reaction is "EWWW GROSS" but please keep an open mind. That isn't what I have planned for Christian and Ana. Any questions about BDSM? My messages are always open for those that don't want to ask publically. I'll post links later with good into to BDSM advice. And a link to my Tumblr blog exclusively for all my NSFW things.