I know it's been really long, and I did say that I'll be adding more chapters. Please accept my sincere apology because I didn't add anything. After everything that's going on in my hectic life right now (nothing's settled yet), and after a taking a long long time to consider, I'm sorry to announce that this is going to remain a one-shot, for now. If (and when) I post the second chapter of this story, I do hope that I didn't ruin the atmosphere that I've created through the first chapter and I want to know if I have damaged anything. Thank you for the support in advance! Just like the other story, I have a plan plotted out, but I'm just not sure if I can carry out my idea up to my expectation.
Like the other story (Stand By Me, aka Never Let Me Down), I guess we'll just have to see and, only time will tell...

This is my entry to the Days of Fifty Challenge 2 by the Playroom of the FSoG Sisterhood FB Group... (if you still remember that challenge from long long time ago, lol) It's the exact same one I submitted, so nothing's changed, an edited chapter will be replacing this one soon, but changes may occur when I have the time to continue it.

All mistakes are mine. I don't own the characters but the plot. I thank EL James for creating the wonderful characters for us to play around with.

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Fighting For Dominance

In the BDSM community, to become a high-profile dominant had nothing to do with one's background and wealth. With that been said, Dominants were usually well-off and high-profile dominants with high standards and specific tastes were naturally powerful, influential as well as wealthy. Not every dominant had the ability to wave a stack of cash in front of a submissive just to make sure they were taken care of, but a Dominant that was willing to spend money on their submissive would gradually raise their profile in the community. While all the well-known dominants somewhat know each other and they would all take care of their submissives, the extent and the degree they reached were different.

The Burning Phoenix or simply The Phoenix, is a club at the outskirts of town where all the high-profiled spend their weekends and longer holidays. The club was owned by a group of Dominants. The contracts were strict and every one of the submissives were required to sign an NDA once they enter the resort.

In the resort, there was one dominant and a dominatrix who were the most private and had the most specific requirements when it came down to selecting submissives. They knew each other, but that was as far as their relationship went. They didn't have much chance to cross path in the society, or more like they wanted to avoid each other in the club, let alone in public.

…=…

By the door of a court, two lawyers stood in front of black Audi car. They shook hands and exchanged a series of brief greetings.

"I'd consider this one a success." The man said.

"Yeah, I'd like to agree. Though, this case is real tiring." The woman who looked way younger than the male agreed, nodding.

"But it pays well." The man shrugged, and the female nodded. "Well, I'll see you on Monday, Ana." He said, giving her a short wave before ducking into the car that await.

"I'll have the report done, Carrick." Ana confirmed, waved and watched the car disappear down the road, mixing into the stream of cars moving up and down the lanes.

Making her way to the parking lot, she stopped before a silver Mercedes-Benz and fished out the keys from her purse. She unlocked the car and got behind the wheel. They were the series of movements that she repeated every single day, but it whenever she sat into a car, she would hesitate on where would she drive to.

Tomorrow was a Saturday, which meant she had two days of rest and the same amount of time to finish up her report, but right now, she needed to relief stress. The case had her all riled up and there were just too much emotions to deal with, and since the case had ended, she could just let everything go. And, there was only one way that she knew would help ease her hay wiring emotions and decrease her stress level; there was nowhere better than The Phoenix.

But first, she had to go home and change.

…=…

At the lobby of Grey House, the CEO was adjusting his tie, he couldn't wait to get into his SUV so he could rip off the material that was currently suffocating him around the neck. Ever since the meeting during breakfast this morning, he had been feeling like the number of incompetent bastards in his company had suddenly inflated, and they were overwhelming him and making him hard to breath.

"What is it, Taylor?" He asked the second he got into the car. He knew it from the look on his CPO's face the buzz cut had something to say, and it wouldn't be anything near decent.

"We've got a trace and we've tracked her." Taylor replied, his tone was emotionless but his face still told him that he wouldn't like what was coming next.

"The day is just getting better and better." Christian sneered sarcastically, he couldn't feel more sardonic at this moment. He thought the breakfast meeting was the only thing that would ruin his day and it was enough to put him in his shitty mood, but maybe the news Taylor had would just fuck him all over.

"Miss Williams is in Miss Steele's apartment." Taylor finished.

"What the fuck does Ana has to do with her?" Christian grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it, hard. He and Anastasia were only acquaintances, they were hardly even friends. Despite the fact that both of their identity was a high-profile Dominant and Dominatrix in the BDSM Community, but that didn't mean they had to be friends. The issues both of them were having and their histories or past that led them to this lifestyle were different yet similar at the same time, but no one bothered to dig into it.

"Miss Steele is reported to have just arrived the apartment." Taylor informed right after Christian's fit. Ignoring the reaction from the boss, he continued to check for updates and he was now waiting for the order from him.

"Just go there." Christian sighed in frustration.

Leila was a former sub of his, but their contract ended almost half a year ago, and he had been contracted with another sub from the resort since then. For once, he wasn't the one who terminated the contract with Leila, but she was the one, because she fell for him.

He had to admit that Anastasia was the same when it comes to sentiments. They were both hard-core and they wouldn't accept any intimate feelings between both parties. Their subs were strictly contracted for sex, and for sex only. Anastasia would end a contract if she had found out that her sub had fell for her; and same applied to Christian.

With the comparisons in his mind, he felt closer to Anastasia for some reason, and he needed to know her better in order to get her out of the situation that his ex-submissive was causing. The conclusion that he had come to was, she was much like him in a lot of ways, but not fucked-up.

"Is she still there, Taylor?" Christian asked, when he saw the neighborhood nearing, it was familiar but he had never actually stopped there. The times when he had went passed was on his way to work and going back home from work, but this time, he was going to stop and get out of the car.

"Yes, sir." Taylor replied, not missing a beat. He didn't want to sour his mood even more.

"Stay in the car."

"Sir." Taylor wanted to protest, he wanted to suggest otherwise, because Christian didn't bring anyone else with him and in spite of his current mood, Taylor had decided to risk his job because he had been threatened to be fired before and it was never followed through. "Miss Williams is armed, and she is mentally unstable."

"Are you questioning my ability to protect myself?" He snapped at his head of security.

"No, sir." Taylor answered, but he wasn't done speaking. "However, your safety is my concern."

"I pay you to listen to my orders not talk when I clearly don't want you to." Christian raised his voice. His mood was really at a trough today. "Say one more word and you're fucking fired, and I will see to it this time." He threatened, but Taylor didn't even flinch. He got used to the threats coming from his boss whenever he was in a bad mood. Whenever that happen, he would always know the next destination, The Phoenix.

…=…

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" Anastasia asked the filthy intruder who was standing in the center of her living room, on her favorite mat with her hands stuffed in her pockets.

"No, you don't, but I know you." The woman said, her voice was slurred and she looked sleep deprived.

"Well, in that case, I suggest you go back to whatever you're planning to do before you got to my apartment, because I need to get changed."

"You are going to The Phoenix, aren't you?" When she spoke, she sounded like she had just gotten off a product, and she wanted to get high again, but she didn't have the source. "You are the Dominatrix that every submissive craved for, but not many of them matches your taste. I know all about you."

"That's impressive." Anastasia leaned against the counter that she had just placed her bag on to and stared at the being in the middle of her room, trying to gauge her intention. Her words came out sounding uninterested and dull, reflecting just what she was feeling.

"I'm here because my Master will be here. You know my Master." She continued, barely forming a coherent sentence, but she was still talking, as if she would stay conscious and awake if she kept talking.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Anastasia pushed herself off and started to make a beeline toward her bedroom, wanting to get changed and head off to the club, so she could get her relief. The quote was just on the tip of her tongue, so she had just decided to use it, because she really couldn't care less about who her Dominant was.

Just as she was about to take a step, a gunshot stopped her. Not that she was startled by the sound or frightened by the bullet that went in an unknown direction, because it was all too familiar to her; it was the name defiance tone that didn't sit with her.

Anastasia was now beyond pissed off by the little submissive standing in front of her claiming that she would give a fucking damn about her, but Anastasia really didn't want to mind another person's business.

She opened her mouth to speak but her voice was covered up by the sound of her door bursting open as if it wasn't her own apartment that she was in. She didn't lock the door behind her because she thought she was going to leave very soon.

"Master." The filthy looking brunette with bags under her eyes lowered her eyes to the floor the minute Christian walked through the door. The gun that was pointed at Anastasia trembled in her hand, even though Anastasia knew that she wasn't going to pull the trigger since the way she held a gun had already displayed her weakness and told the enemy every knowledge she had about gun usages. In addition, from what Anastasia could observe, there wasn't even a finger on the trigger and the gun was not even loaded since the last shot, as it was an old gun. But, those observations were only information that she could feed herself, because there was no way that she would let him just waltz into her domain as if he fucking owned it.

At the same time, Anastasia was also curious to see how Christian would react to a gun. From the brief encounters between them, she had known very little about the man, not that she needed to. They barely talked, let alone acknowledged each other's presence at the resort. All she knew about him were two things, he was hard-core, which meant he wouldn't do romance, vanilla or hearts and flowers; second, he had a complicated past that led him into this lifestyle much like herself. And those were all she could gather.

If it was under another circumstance, Anastasia would be laughing at the expression on Christian's face. The minute the gun came into his line of sight, his face paled, they were whiter than sheet.

Anastasia would never understand why someone would be afraid of the gun, but then again, she grew up in a cult where people carry guns more often than they carry their wallet with them. She knew more about guns than a guy could possibly knew more about cars, and that was how confident she was about this weapon.

Christian would never understand why people would be carrying guns around in the first place. He was terrified at the thought of his securities carrying weapons while on duty, and he forbad them to be armed while off duty, as well. His biological mother died of starvation when he was four, due to the constant running from 'war fronts'. His biological was unknown from the start. Gun shots were the most frequently heard sound throughout his nightmares, accompanying him through his childhood and even in his adulthood from time to time. The sight of a gun was nothing less than his worst nightmare.

Anastasia entered the lifestyle because of trust issues that had troubled her since her childhood. Growing up in a cult had its perks and also had its downsides. Trust was an issue in her family and among the community that she used to live in; it took her almost five years to escape from the wrath of the cult when she was in high school, and that was how she got into college.

Christian entered the lifestyle solely because of falling for an elder woman's seduction at the age of fifteen – the time when Anastasia was busy trying to figure out a way to escape. He needed control; he needed it like he needed air. He believed that it was because of his lack of control of his life that made him run like an escapee throughout his childhood, and it was due to the lack of control, rules and regulations in the governing body that had caused the chaos to continue. The riot was called a 'war' by the locals, and that was what he had known growing up.

When he casted his eyes over to Anastasia, he felt stupid for shitting himself when she barely changed her demeanor.

He had a sudden urge to protect her, even though he was more afraid that she was, but the masculine side had marked her as the person who needed rescue and the woman with the gun as the enemy.

Taking a deep breath trying to calm his beating heart, he started taking steady steps toward the gun. It was still pointed at Anastasia, and for some reason, he had hoped it was pointing at himself instead of her, because she was innocent.

Just as he was close enough to her, he felt her change and he instantly knew the effects he had on her was still the same.

"Kneel." He commanded using his Dominant voice, and when he reached out trying to seize the gun, she let it drop to the floor. It took everything in him to not jump at the sound of the contact. It was all too familiar and all too close for his likings, everything just screamed his past. The presence of the gun was as if someone rubbing his past in his face, scrubbing salt on his reopened wounds.

"Do you have anywhere better to go, Miss Steele?" He asked, but his eyes were fixed on Leila, who was kneeling in the submissive position.

"No, but I think you and your sub may have." She replied calmly, completely unaffected by the scenes that had just unfolded in front of her.

"Can I use your bathroom, please?" He then asked.

"No." Was all Anastasia said, but he could hear and feel her moving.

The gun was still lying on the ground where it had skidded to, and he didn't have the will to pick it up, but he wasn't going to let it fall back into Leila's hand either. He had an idea of what Leila had just been through, and he had contemplated on supporting her.

"Follow Taylor." Christian instructed his sub. Right after Leila got up from the floor, Christian took out his phone to dial Taylor's number to inform him of the plan that he had just conjured on the spot.

Leila was about to reach for them gun when Christian walked into Anastasia's room to talk to Taylor, Anastasia's stern, ordering voice echoed through the apartment, slicing through the silence like a sharp knife.

"Leave it." Anastasia's tone made Leila wince and it made her cower. Even if she was a Dominatrix, she still held the power a dominant had over a submissive, and her tone said it all. Before Leila could muster up any other courage to try anything else, Anastasia walked toward the gun, picked it up and twirled it around her fingers. At last, when she saw that Leila was still lingering at the door as if waiting for something or someone, Anastasia unclicked the vault and loaded the gun. The sound got Leila's attention and without the gun pointing to her, she scrambled out of the door under Anastasia's penetrating glare.

Christian walked out of the door just in time to witness Anastasia firing a bullet in the direction of the door where Leila just disappeared seconds ago.

…=…

The Phoenix was fully occupied as usual, it was working at full capacity. There were the usual ones, businessmen, Congressmen, Senate, lawyer, celebrity, and essentially any high middle to upper class career that could be thought of.

Anastasia Steele was a lawyer, partner of Carrick Grey, the two of them had won more cases than a small firm added. They were not only well-known in court, but their professional stance would be enough to send out a powerful vibe that would make just anyone cower.

Christian Grey was just a businessman with his own company that was expanding its branch into other parts of the world. The homeland already seemed too small for his taste, and he was looking for a global market. The demeanor he showed in his workplace would never tolerate any actions that would violate his guidelines. It was the essence of this lifestyle and that was also why he was so suitable for a Dominant role.

However, with what had happened to Leila in her apartment, Anastasia arrived at the club demanding a lot from her contracted submissive, whereas Christian was only there trying to find something to occupy his mind.

For the first time since they've known each other, Anastasia watched Christian from the side. She watched him scene with his sub, and she realized that the gun had affected him because he was having trouble concentrating. She could tell that he was purely trying to distract himself, he wasn't getting off from the pain he was inflicting like he normally would. That was when she had decided that he was probably effected more than he would admit.

For the rest of the night, she had an audience, and she knew it. They were covert, but she still sensed them. Whenever he was present, she would sense him occupying in the same space as her, it was like her sixth sense.

The sheer observation for the night, and the fact that he had made an exception and watched her scene was an indication to her that what happened in her apartment complex struck him hard. This conclusion led her to his penthouse the next morning.

On her way to his place, she had been trying to come up with a better excuse than something like 'I felt somewhat responsible for what happened to you yesterday', but then again, that would be a lying. Not that she didn't get scared by the look on his face, because the way his face morphed from the confident Dominant into the colorless, fragile and vulnerable man was a process that had been imprinted in her mind whether she wanted to keep it or not.

The reaction that he had when he saw the gun casted suspicion to his past, and it made her curious about what he actually went through to make him react the way he did.

A man that Anastasia couldn't recognize from the voice answered the door, he was obviously unaware of the identity of Anastasia apart from the fact that she was the working partner of Carrick, who sometimes liked to discuss matters using his son's study. She was let right in since Christian had somehow given them the instruction to let her pass through whenever she came over.

"Gail, Taylor." Anastasia greeted the two who welcomed her at the foyer where she stepped out of the elevator. "Is Christian okay?" She asked, wondering if it sounded too forward or weird coming from her.

"I've been trying to get him to drink the chicken soup since this morning, but he won't have any." Gail informed. Taylor just shook his head, obviously he had already shared the story with Gail about yesterday, but he clearly didn't know everything since he didn't show up in the apartment. "May I ask how are you, Ma'am?" Gail addressed her formally. It wasn't unknown to them that she was a Dominatrix.

It was never her intention for them to find out about this side of her, because ever since the small revelation, they had been treating her like they treated Christian. Ana had dismissed the formalities early in the stage when she met them through Carrick, but it was now hard for them to get rid of it because they knew that she was part of the high-profile members at the resort.

"I'm good, thanks for asking, Gail." Ana smiled, still not liking the fact that she was addressed formally even when she wasn't playing the Dominatrix role.

Taylor nodded at her politely before retreating to the study.

"Taylor." Anastasia called behind him, remembering something that she wanted to tell him. He stopped and turned around.

"Ma'am?" Like Gail, old habits die hard. Taylor had been calling her that not long after spotting her in the resort.

"How much has Christian tell you?"

"Only for me to get Miss Williams sorted. He's said nothing else regarding that matter." He replied, and Anastasia wanted to slap Christian for not confiding in his closest staff, because he was obviously shaken. She knew what she had done yesterday had played a role.

Knocking on his door, she pushed it open quietly. The room was dark and the curtains were drawn, but Christian was wide awake.

"I told you I'm not going to drink that fucking soup." He snapped weakly.

"It's Ana." Anastasia corrected in a softer voice.

"What are you doing here?" He hated for people to see him when he was weak, especially not another dom.

"I'm here to check on you." She answered, and part of her wanted to apologize for scaring him yesterday by firing that gun, but something stopped her from doing so.

"Why would I ever concern you?" His voice was hoarse and his eyes looked tired.

Anastasia closed her eyes, waiting for it to adjust and then opening it to the dark room.

"And don't give me the 'because Carrick is my partner' bullshit, I know that's not true." He added in a sneer.

"No, that's not true; not today." Anastasia admitted, but she was sure that it was the reason why she showed concerns toward him in the past, at least that was what she had been telling herself and everyone.

"Then, please, tell me why you're here? I'd really like a lullaby to make me fall back asleep." He yawned pretentiously, but he really did look weary.

"Did I scare you yesterday?" She cautiously sat down at the bottom, on the edge of his bed. Her voice was gentle and soft, it sounded nothing like a dominatrix. "Christian, it's just you and me."

He said nothing but just let out a snort. She didn't know what was going through his mind that led him to give out the respond that he gave, because she couldn't understand. Looking around, she located a bowl of chicken soup on the counter next to his nightstand, she stood up and reached for it. It was still warm.

"You don't have to answer me now, but drink this, it'll make you feel better." Anastasia carried the bowl closer to him. She knew he only got a fever because he was haunted by memories. He would be getting better, but at the same time, she wanted to know what caused the horrible memories. Maybe it was curiosity or perhaps it was worry.

"I told you I don't fucking want it." He snapped.

"Look, Christian, I don't like you and you don't like me, but you are going to eat this chicken soup and go back to bed or so help me God, I will drown you in Nyquil."

"I didn't know you can be this feisty." A hint of humor could be detected in his tone, and that shocked Anastasia more than the fact that he actually took the soup from her hands. "Believe it or not, I do like you, Anastasia." He said after gulping down the last drop of the soup.

"What has Gail put in this soup that changed you all of a sudden?" She murmured as she got up to put the bowl back to where she took it.

"Since you don't like me, I do hope you didn't put poison in it." He added.

"Dislike does not equal to hatred, Christian."

"So, does that mean you'll poison someone if you hated them?" He smirked.

"Go back to sleep." She rolled her eyes. "I'm only here to check on you, because apparently you're not fulfilling your duty. As a Dominant, you take care of your subs and you also take care of yourself. It's not my job to take care of you, but I do think you need a hand today."

"You are the best Dominatrix I've ever met actually. I watched your scene yesterday." He recalled, unsure why he was bringing up the matter. "Why did you enter the lifestyle?"

"Just sleep, Christian. You'll regret what you're saying tomorrow when you got better." Anastasia was caught off guard by the intrusive question. She was tempted to answer, but she also wanted to know his, so she wasn't going to give it away that easily without some negotiation. For now, she wasn't going to take advantage of a sick patient whose head was throbbing in pain from time to time.

"No, I know what I'm doing, and I want to get to know you." He said defiantly, pushing her hand away when she tried to tuck him in and leave.

"I'll tell you when you can think clearly."

"My brain hasn't got burned yet."

"Yet." She repeated, emphasizing the word.

"I promise, I am sober, I can think straight. I'll tell you my story first." He pleaded, desperately wanting her to remain next to him, just to talk to him and keep him companied.

"Have you ever subbed for anyone before?" Anastasia asked before he could say anything else. She noticed that his hand was still holding her wrist tightly from when he was trying to prevent her from leaving.

"I have, and that's before I fully understood the lifestyle." He answered, keeping the information short and vague.

"Promise me you will tell me your story when I tell you mine." She sighed, deciding to cut him some slacks, finding him actually a good company when he wasn't in his element.

"I would kiss you on it, but I'm sick so if I don't keep my promise I will sub for you once." He said, and it meant that he was serious about keeping his words since he would be giving up control.

"I grew up in a cult." This very sentence caught Christian's full attention. "My parents were in debt to the leader of the cult, and they repaid their debt by being their advisors. The cult blurs the line between law breaking and deviance acts, and in that growing up in that society, you will learn to not trust anyone easily. I shouldn't be talking about this and I shouldn't even be out here, but I don't want to stay in that kind of community anymore, the pressure and the suspense is too much to bear. I escaped at around the age of fifteen, I've got nothing but the skill to read people. I know how to associate myself with people that can be trusted, and I can be manipulative. Manipulation and reading people are the two things that I've learned from the cult, by reading people, I know what I can confide them in and they only know what I want them to know."

"You enter the lifestyle because you don't trust anyone, and being a Dominatrix will make you feel like you're separated from the rest of the population, you are independent and you can shield yourself from other people's penetrating eyes." Christian concluded for her, and it was precisely the reasons behind her decision.

"Yes. I don't trust people easily." She admitted.

"You don't trust me?"

"Not fully." She confessed. "I do trust you to an extent, and I think it explained a lot that I've confided you in parts of my past."

"I appreciate that." He smiled. "I know you trust me more than you've trust anyone in a while, and I will keep trying to win your trust fully."

"That'll take very long, and I can easily stop trusting people." She warned. "Enough about me." She said, and he took it as his cue to start launching into his background story.

"I was born into the center of a riot. I don't know who my father is, but I know my mother used to be an escort. A prostitute who attends important events as a date of someone important, you know?" Anastasia nodded in understanding and for him to continue. "And when the riot happened, it was somehow linked to her. We were running from places to places, until one night, she died of starvation. I was only four at that time. I didn't know how I survived the next eleven years until I was seduced by an elder woman. Through the years, relentless guns and bullets were the only companion and I have to switch from shelters to shelters restlessly. That created the fear of guns for me."

"You were introduced to the lifestyle by that elder woman who seduced you?" Anastasia described the woman in disgust, he nodded. "You chose to become a Dominant because you wanted control, you don't want to live a life that's out of your own hand like your childhood experience."

"Yes, I'm a control freak." He confessed sadly.

"It's okay to be who you are. I'm a weirdo, too." She was going to joke about firing a bullet to her wall yesterday, but didn't know how well he was going to take a joke about guns, so she bit it back. "I'm not scared of guns because I grew up with them. We're just grew up on the different side of the gun. You're the one in front of the mouth and I'm the one behind." He shuddered at the explanation. "Hey, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be holding one, and it certainly doesn't mean you're going to be in front of one, either."

"Please stop talking about guns." He pleaded.

"Okay, I'm sorry." She apologized.

"I hate this topic of discussion." He explained, for no reason.

"Then what would like to talk about?" She asked, amused.

"I was thinking, maybe, you can stay with me tonight." He mumbled, the sentence was still coherent, but she knew he was falling asleep.

"I'll stay until you fell asleep." She compromised. "I don't think sleeping next to a monster will help."

"Oh, fuck it, Anastasia. If you're a monster, then I'm just another breed of the same species." With one swift tug, she found herself landing on top of him, their face inches apart from one another. "Forget about the roles that we play in the resort, it's just you and me now."

"Okay." Anastasia whispered, unsure of how to react to the sudden leap in their relationship. The attraction was undeniable, but they had been doing great at keeping it at bay, she wondered what led him to make this move.

"Now, stay with me." He demanded childishly.

"Do you want a goodnight kiss?" She kidded, and only meant for it to be a joke, but he turned to face her in all seriousness and said.

"Yes."

She froze in her spot for a split second before pressing her lips to his. It was short, brief and concise, but straight to the point. When she pulled away and lay back on her side next to him, he said.

"And yes, you scared me yesterday, baby."


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