A/N: This is only my second FSoG ff and I've never written in CG's perspective…so be nice.

I have a pinterest and I haven't started pinning for this story yet, but I will soon. NineN3Quarters is my name.

Anyway…here is the prologue. Let me know if it's worth continuing.

I'm on my way to this ridiculous family getaway my mother put together. Getaway, my ass. A getaway wouldn't entail having to deal with my prick brother and his slutty, blonde girlfriend. It also wouldn't entail playing twenty questions with my worrywart mother. I don't know why I said yes. Maybe it was because my mother had nagged me for a month straight about coming. She was a professional at the guilt trip…always knowing which card to pull. She knew I had a soft spot for her and she used it to her advantage. I don't have many soft spots…soft spots are weaknesses. Weaknesses are the enemy. I prefer strength in every aspect; physical, emotional, sexual… hmm. Speaking of...It's been three months since I've last chained a woman up in my playroom. I really need to speak to Elena about getting me a new toy. Unfortunately, it will have to wait a week.

A week…shit. A whole fucking week with my perfect family…just so I can be reminded of how much of an outsider I am. A whole week trapped in a beach house with my manwhore of a brother and his slag, my overly flamboyant too perfect sister, my overbearing father and my worrywart mother. Fuck. I don't know if I have the patience to tolerate all this fucking nonsense for seven days. I'm definitely going to need to take some aggression out on a new sub. I decide I need to tell Elena now. Maybe she can find me one by next week.

I pull out my phone and text her quickly, getting straight to business.

*Sub. ASAP. As alabaster as you can find. Need by next Sunday.*

I send it and immediately feel more at ease. Just the thought of making a soft, plump, white ass pink takes me to a better place. I hope the belt isn't a hard limit for her. It always does bring out the sweetest shade of pink.

My phone pings and I look down to see the text from Elena.

*Got it. Is something wrong, Christian? Do we need to talk?*

I roll my eyes at the phone and then smirk, knowing that seven years ago, she would have had my ass if I disrespected her in that way.

*Do as I say.*

I send back, locking my phone and shoving it back in my pocket. I'm not in the mood to deal her shit.

"ETA, Taylor." I state. Taylor is my head of security and my bodyguard. I find that there is no need for pleasantries with him. I pay a pretty penny to bark orders at him; there's no need in asking politely.

"Five minutes, Mr. Grey." Smart man. He knows to get down to business. I prefer my employees to always finish with Mr. Grey or sir. It indicates that they are finished speaking to me and that they respect me.

They better fucking respect me. I don't pay them what I do to speak shit about me. If I even get wind that they might be doing so behind my back, I throw their asses to the curb and make sure to make it hard as hell for them to find another job. Disrespect me and you'll find yourself flipping burgers for eight dollars an hour the rest of your life. You'd think that would bother me…but you see…I don't have a heart. Not that I mind. It's easier to remain in control without one.

I demand respect and I demand control. I am the dominant and I am the alpha. I work my ass of to be able to afford to be that way. You'd be surprised at what you can get away with when you throw a little money around. Money is power. I crave Power. Respect. Submission. I will not bend to anyone's will.

Taylor pulls into a driveway and immediately jumps out to open my door before fetching my bags in the back. I climb out and shut the door behind me, crossing my arms and setting my jaw as I look up at the nautical blue house.

My prison for the next week.

Seven fucking days.

Elena better find me a good one.