Fifty Shades of Steel

What if the roles were reverse? Anastasia Steele is the big time CEO of Steel Grand Productions. After a devastating series of events left her reluctant to open her heart to another man; Ana is entirely too content with having her life begin and end with her job. That is until she meets Christian Grey, an aspiring actor auditioning for leading man of the upcoming book turned to movie her studio is promoting. A man whose eyes remind her of all the things she sworn never to fall for again, a man she can't seem to resist no matter how much control she excels over her life.

Chapter 1

"Mmmm! You're giving me goose bumps!" I say to him and giggle as he traces kisses from my left ear all the way down to my navel. I can feel the proof that he's happy to see me as he pushes himself against me despite the fact that his worn out jeans, and my dress are between us. He pushes harder as he takes my mouth with his, with longing, passion, like I am the air he needs to breathe. I know if he keeps kissing and touching me like this I will give myself to him right here and right now. I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. We are standing in the terrace of my Penthouse, against the rail. It's dark, not even the lights of New York City illuminate this spot. I know Cocky, my cockatoo is the only one with VIP access to this show. It's dark, really dark and I cannot even see the man in front of me, all I know is that I want to give myself to him, I need to give myself to him, right here, right now!

He takes a step back and unbuckles his belt pulling it off his waist, and disposing of it on the floor. I look at him and all I can make out are his eyes. They are grey, a dark, stormy grey that have the sparkle of lust in them. I can make out the outline of his tall frame, defined muscles but not disgusting like those on the WWE channel, his hair is slightly long and messy as it falls over his forehead, and his arms are strong. I gasp when he comes back to me and pushes me against the rail like he wants our bodies to become one, the only problem is that we still have our clothes on. Suddenly he kneels in front of me and puts his hands on my hips as he starts kissing my legs. Little pecks that make me moan with pleasure and anticipation. He moves his mouth upwards, towards that spot between my thighs. His kisses move from my ankles to my knees, leaving a hot trace, like each kiss he delivers burns with fervor and I am melting. He's kissing me excruciatingly slow, and my body is quivering with desire. It's like I am nearing a precipice and his continuous kisses will make me fall over the edge. Even though I know I am safe in my terrace, he has the power to transport me someplace else, and right now that place beats the one I'm in.

His hands start moving through my body and he starts raising my dress all the way up to my waist, the only thing keeping him from reaching that spot is my lace panties, I am still wearing my black stilettos and I feel like I am in the middle of a playboy scene. He stops suddenly when he notices my panties and looks up at me, his hands are now firmly holding my behind, pushing me against his face as I let out moan.

"How attached are you to these?" He asks with a mischievous grin, pulling them softly with his teeth. I almost lose it. I see his eyes, I see his mouth but I still can't make out a face.

I shake my head. "Not at all, I have more." I say in a husky voice that I don't even recognize.

"Good, because when I'm done with them you won't be able to wear them again." He winks and I faint inside.

He buries his head in between my thighs and starts tracing kisses very close to my now extremely wet center. He bites my panties and pulls them down with his teeth. It reminds me of a pit-bull destroying a toy, trying to get to the squeaky center.

I groan.

Everything from my waist down is completely exposed. Without giving me enough time to figure out how I feel about this he starts tracing kisses around the inside of my thighs, he pushes my legs open and the pleasure is so much I can barely stand anymore. Then his lips reach my center and he is tracing his tongue around it, not coming in contact with it, and I am dying to feel him there. He frees one hand and with his thumb he starts gently rubbing my bundle of nerves, the center of my body, of my universe, and the feeling is so good that my insides are become tense, as my body starts
quivering and I know soon I will lose whatever little amount of control I have left. I am panting hard now and my heart is beating like it might jump out my chest.

He stops and stands up in front of me removing his jeans, I can see the impressive length of his erection through his boxer briefs and I want him inside me, I grab his waist and start pulling so he can get closer.

"Hold on baby... This will be slow but it will be amazing, just trust me." He whispers in my ear, as his chest comes in contact with mine. With only my silk dress on, the feeling of my hard nipples against the soft fabric keeping me from coming in contact with his hard pecs is simply delicious.

I do trust him, but I still want him. I am going for instant gratification here, and all he's doing is making me wait. I am Anastasia Steele, I don't do waiting.

He steps closer and there is only his boxers left between his erection and my sex, and I am wishing that those boxers would just magically disappear. He puts his hands around my back and starts tracing circles around my spine, up and down. Right now I feel scorching hot... everywhere! He grabs my dress and pulls it over my head and to the floor it goes. Pushing my arms over my head, he ties them with his belt. I have a lacy bra on, but everything is fairly transparent. He looks at me as he takes off his t-shirt, examining his handy work. I flush at the thought of what I must look like, in my sky high heels, fully naked except for a lacy bra that doesn't leave much to the imagination, hands tied above my head with a leather belt. It's the perfect picture of helplessness. He takes a step forward and without any warning picks me up, wrapping my legs around him.

"Come here." He whispers.

I am so lost in his gaze knowing what is about to happen and I would be lying if I said I haven't been dying for it. I push my pelvis against his erection and the feeling of knowing what's there waiting to come out, or in, is overwhelming. As he supports me with one arm, he slips down his boxers with the other, letting his friend spring free. I glance at it and realize I am craving it like a kid craves candy. He turns us from the rail and walks over to the wall on the other side of the terrace pushing my body against it as he pushes his body against mine. It's even darker on this side and I am glad, it heightens my other senses, and I really want to feel everything. He pushes me against the wall again and takes my mouth in his one more time, now with obvious hunger, desperation. He frees one of his hands and takes my bra off without breaking our kiss, then throws it over his shoulder. I have no idea where it landed, and right now I couldn't give two shits. From my mouth he traces kisses down my collarbone and then takes one of my breasts in his mouth, toying with my nipple, licking it, sucking on it. I gasp, I groan... I am in so much need of him. He moves his mouth over to the other nipple that's desperate for his attention and does the same thing and I think I am about to come out of my skin.

Dear God, is all I can think.

With his hand he traces a line from one breast to the next and then down my stomach all the way down, down, to where my internal ocean is waiting patiently, or impatiently. His touch makes my pelvis push forward and he smiles again, that wicked grin that makes me so hot. He circles me with his finger... there, and I feel like I am so close but I will myself to wait. I am the master of control, but with him my control goes out the window. If he can make me feel this way by touching me like this, I can't even imagine how amazing him filling me would be. As if he read my mind, he slips one finger inside me and starts circling inside and IT. .GOOD!

"You are so wet..." He trails off and comes back for one more kiss, this one is hard and he bites my lower lip, our tongues entwined as his finger still assaults me inside. Without breaking our kiss he pulls his finger out and I let out a moan. Soon I feel him grabbing himself and putting the head of his member at the gate of my sex, and he knows the gate is open with a greeter urging him to come in. He slides inside me and I let out a cry of pure pleasure. He stops and looks at me. His eyes are almost black now with pure lust, and I know my face mimics his. I close my eyes and arch my back, pushing my pelvis forward again, letting him know that I welcome his invasion.

"Oh God, that feels so good." I say to him.

"Fuck! You feel so tight."

I start moving back and forth to let him know he is invited to do the same. Just like that our bodies start moving in sync and we connect on a different level, a level in which we both are exactly where we are supposed to be. I feel him as he slides in and out in the most wonderful way. My insides are starting to stiffen and my body quivers with each thrust. We are moving together now at a rhythm that only we know. We have increased speed and now it's a race that ends in both of us jumping of the ledge, together, at the same time. With each thrust he pushes me closer and closer. One more, all I
need is one more and I know I will let go and reach the climax, based on the sounds he's making and the way he has increased his speed, I know he is close as well.

A noise far away breaks my concentration, it sounds like a car alarm going off, and he stops.

"Please, don't stop." I manage to choke out as I continue to move. But everything stops. No more thrusts, no more movements, no more hands, and I decide to open my eyes. I look to find out that he is gone, the hands are gone, and the feeling is gone. The grey eyes are no longer staring back at me.

"Hello!" I say to no one. Cocky looks at me like I'm crazy. I straighten up my body and take one look around the terrace, there's no one else here. The terrace is empty except for the furniture. Everything that was just here is gone, he is gone and as I look at every corner of the terrace, hoping he'll come back out. I realize that it is just me standing there, with Cocky looking at me like I'm crazy. But he was just here, where did he go? It doesn't matter, all that matters is that I am alone right now, like I'm used to being, like I've always been, all alone.

I wake up suddenly with a gasp. I am drenched in sweat and realize I have been having this dream for over six months now, not every day, thank God, that would be torture. But often enough that it's starting to irritate me, especially because I never get to come.

What the hell is that god damn noise? I look around and realize it's my alarm going off. I kick it and it stops. I push the covers off me and decide to get up and get ready for work. I walk into my closet and pick one of my Armani suits with some Louboutin peep toes. I throw it on top of the bed and proceed to take a shower. It's 5:30am and I decide to wash my hair and try to get it done before getting to the office. I step in the shower and close my eyes as I start washing my hair. The first thing I see is the grey eyes, the lusty eyes. Those that even in my own dreams, always end up leaving me. I sigh and remember why I swore off sex and men after my last and only heartbreak. I don't want, actually, I don't need to fall in love again, just to have that person leave me, just like I always get left in my dreams. I'd rather be alone, like I am now. I am in control of my life, I am in control of my heart. I am in control of everything. I open my eyes to escape those that haunt me and shampoo falls into them burning like hell.

"Son of a bitch!" I yell to no one, or maybe to the eyes that I keep dreaming about.

I rinse myself and my eyes off thoroughly. Off course I am now in a bad mood, which in all honesty is no different than the mood I'm in every other day. Maybe Michelle is right and I do need to get laid... Not that I would ever admit that to her!

I emerge from the bathroom and blow-dry my hair, big mistake, because all I have achieved now is making my hair look like a lion's mane. Ugh! I try combing it down but it's to the point of "impossible to handle", reminds me of "Curly Sue", off course I have determination. I fight with it until I win, grabbing it all and fastening into a bun. Does it look good? Not at all, I usually look impeccable, but it'll have to do for today. I'm going to work, not on a date. I don't even remember the last time I went on a date. Actually I do, close to five years ago, my last date before my heart was shattered.

I throw my white suit on, step into my nude peep toe heels and put on my glasses. Today is a big day, I will be crossing all the t's and dotting all the i's so we can finish auditioning my next movie and then we can start shooting it. I started the Production of this one a little over six months ago. Everything is on schedule and I cannot wait to see the final product but I have learned that when you're in the business of making movies, patience is a virtue, one that I have had to develop. Needless to say I am not a very patient woman. However, things come at a certain time. The best part of my job is that I get to be involved in every step of the way. That's the biggest perk of owning your own company.

I started Steel Grand Productions less than five years ago and because of my keen eye for choosing projects, it grew extremely fast. It is now the biggest movie studio in the country, and it's quite humbling since I never dreamed of the possibility of this ever happening to me, but apparently I have great taste in knowing what women or teenagers want to watch, and somehow they manage to drag their boyfriends to them as well, based on our research anyways. Maybe it's because in all my projects the guys are also Alpha males, and the girls are usually super hot with that girl next door quality... Who knows why? All I know is that my Company has grown tremendously and with that, so has my bank account.

This next project will be another hit, I just know it. We just need to tie some loose ends and make sure we hire the perfect actors to portray the main characters. Move onto shooting and hopefully create another franchise, with up and coming actors that will become idolized by teenagers and turned into the dream guy and girl for everyone out there.

I am dressed up and ready to go, I allow myself one last look in the mirror and come to the conclusion that this is the best I'll look today, which to anyone else's standards would be ok since I look pretty good. I am an attractive woman with a pretty nice body, I have curves in all the right places, my face is well, normal. I have big blue eyes, full plump lips and a small nose, thick, arched eyebrows and striking cheekbones. My friends have always called me hot, though I don't see it, but they've
always said that of me in college. I know I am attractive, but I can't think of myself as hot. Perhaps because I don't like to flaunt my goods. I don't care about looking "pretty". I just want to look powerful, in control. It is hard to get people's respect in business if you're an attractive twenty eight year old and dressed up exhibiting your God's given assets. Plus in my book there is no point in showcasing the honey if I'm not interested in attracting the bees.

I go out to the terrace, the scene of my dream and take a look around, like I expect the man who those eyes belonged to magically appear. I shake my head realizing how stupid that is. In any case, what would I even do if he did? My breakfast is already waiting for me at the table. I love having breakfast in the morning in my terrace overlooking the New York skyline. My housekeeper, Gail, is excellent at doing everything I need, sometimes borderlining on motherly. But I like to be alone sometimes, and she has an uncanny ability to know when I'm in my lonely mood.

I grab my cup of coffee and walk over to where Cocky is perched up.

"Good Morning Cocky!" I say to him enthusiastically.

The asshole looks at me and turns around, giving me his behind. Stupid bird, I guess he woke up on the wrong side of the cage.

Jerk!

I want him to talk to me before I head out to work though, so I walk over to my table and grab a bird cookie. With it in my hand I walk over to his cage.

"I got my pretty baby a cookie." I say in a song.

He turns around at lightning speed. That caught his attention! It's good to know that he is so easily bribable. He walks over to where I'm standing extending his neck and looking at my hand, making sure the cookie is there. Apparently "trust but verify" is his motto. Smart bird!

"Good Morning Annie." He says.

I have to laugh, this bird is so fucking smart, he puts some people to shame. I give him the cookie and he grabs it with one of his feet. As he eats it, I pet him and talk to him. The cookie softened him up and now he is all lovey dovey. As he finishes the cookie he starts doing his little dance that makes him look like he is doing a techno move, I just stare at him and laugh. I pet him for the next few minutes and when I finish breakfast I say goodbye.

His answer?

"Come back soon, Cocky wants another cookie."

I shake my head and walk out of my place and on my way to my office. This bird is just too funny.

I reach SGP and as I exit the elevator I notice that the only one here is Nick, my assistant. It's like he has a radar of when I'm coming in because there has never been a day when I have gotten to the office before him, and believe me I have tried. Maybe he sleeps here. I laugh a little to myself, that's silly. Nick is the best assistant in the City and maybe this is one of the reasons. As I get closer to his desk he gets up.

"Good Morning Miss Grant." He is always so happy and chirpy, that's why I love him.

He's worked for me for almost four years now. Off course I care about him more than just an employee, Nick is also a friend, not to mention my gay husband.

"Hi Nick, are there any messages for me?" I ask.

He gets up from his desk and follows me into my office.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks.

"Why would there be something wrong with me?" I reply, feigning innocence.

"Because you are being...pleasant this morning." He enunciates the word with a hand gesture that seems like a ballroom dance move.

"... And I know better. That only happens when you are trying to mask your pissy mood. Did you have the dream again?" He puts his hands on his hips and taps his foot.

God he can be so gay at times!

As much as I loved Nick, I also hated him sometimes. His insight into me was annoying as hell, but also comforting, if that made any sense at all.

"Yep, the fucking eyes that haunt me are back." I said letting my annoyance drip on my tone as I rounded my desk. Without a glance at him I sat on my chair.

"Perhaps is your subconscious letting you know that your vagina is tired of the strike you've put her through?" He answered raising a brow.

I rolled my eyes, looking intently at my computer screen, almost willing him to disappear with my mind. I still felt his presence, meaning he wasn't taking the hint.

"Don't you have work to do?" I asked him, finally glaring in his direction.

"Besides making your life miserable right now? There's not much else going on?" He said smiling as he turned around like a model on a catwalk and started strutting toward his desk.

Sigh.