Disclaimer: I'm not E. L. James, if I were, I wouldn't be posting, I'd be publishing.

Author's Note: This is my first FSoG fan fic! This is also the first fan fic I've written in nearly 8 years! Go easy on me, please!

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I'm sitting behind the desk in Christian's home office at Escala, aggressively typing on my laptop, when I hear the foyer door open and close. I glance at the time on my laptop; it's 1:48 PM. I hear soft murmuring; surely Christian is giving some set of rules to Taylor before going off to find his "errant" wife. I'll show him how errant I can be.

I listen carefully to his footsteps until they end. Standing in the doorway is my devastatingly handsome husband. My annoying-yet-devastatingly-handsome husband.

His beauty still astounds me but for an assortment of reasons now. Yes, he's still a perfect physical specimen and he treats me like a goddess but my attraction somehow grew after the birth of our children. To see how gentle and childlike he can be with them but then how naughty and domineering he can be with me behind closed doors is the ultimate turn on. Two complete opposites that only I get to witness.

But I have to stop ogling him! I'm supposed to be mad at him! I narrow my eyes.

We stare each other down, silently daring the other to blink first. I, of course, lose, but turn it into a win by turning my head at the same time and pretending to go back to my work. I now stare into my computer screen, intently. My hand drags the mouse around as I try to look like I've zoned him out.

"Ana", he says. I don't reply. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shift his weight uncertainly. My eyes flick down to his surely expensive shoes and then quickly back to my screen. He just gave himself away. After being together for six years and having two children, we can read each other so well that we can practically read each other's minds. He never fidgets when he feels in control, but when I refuse to talk to him or look him in the eye, I know Christian gets uncomfortable.

He shifts his weight again.

"Ana?" he asks this time.

I stare more fixedly at my screen. He slowly approaches me until he's standing right behind my laptop. We make eye contact; his eyes show some trepidation as I stare at him with as much disdain as I can muster while looking at those gorgeous eyes. I must have given something away because his eyes harden with resolve and ever so slowly, he starts to close the lid of my laptop. My eyes shift down to his movement and my mouth opens slowly like the lid, until my mouth is hanging completely open and my laptop is shut tight. My eyes shoot back up to his and I shut my mouth.

"I'm trying to work here," I say through my teeth.

He puts his palms on the desk and leans over towards me.

"No. You're not doing any more work today," he says quietly, his dom personality on full display.

"How dare…" I begin, but he cuts me off.

"I dare to do a lot of things, Anastasia," he says quickly. "You should already know that."

We stare at each other some more; the electricity that has been between us since I fell into his office makes my heart beat faster.

"Now will you speak to me?" he asks.

I scoff at his boldness and stand. He stays where he is, leaning over the desk, but his eyes don't break contact with mine. I quickly try to make my way around the desk and out of the office but he grabs my wrist as I pass and yanks me back. I'm pinned between him and the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my wrist and his other hand placed gently but firmly around the side of my neck. Using his thumb, he lifts my chin so I'm forced to look into his eyes.

"Running from your problems, Mrs. Grey?" He asks quietly, seductively.

I bring my free arm up between us and I smack his hand away with the back of mine. His hand leaves my neck but quickly grabs my free wrist.

"Oh baby, you know this just turns me on right?" A smirk forms on his lips and I'm distracted by how handsome he looks. But no! I'm breaking character. Get it together, Grey! You are not happy with him right now!

"You know," he conspires, "I think I know a way to get you to open that pretty mouth of yours."

With that he pulls me from the wall and swoops me up and over his shoulder. Before I realize what's happening, we're out of the study.

"Christian!" I cry, exasperated.

"She speaks!" he exclaims as he takes us up the stairs. We stop in front of the playroom where he quickly unlocks the door and places me on my feet. He closes and locks the door and then heads to the chest across the room. He removes his shoes and empties his wallet, phone, and keys onto the chest and turns back to look at me. He purses his lips.

"Anastasia...shouldn't you be on your knees?"

I arc an eyebrow at him and place my hands on my hips. It seems to delight him even more.

"Oh Ana, this is going to be fun," he taunts as he walks up to me. He stops right in front of me. He shrewdly looks me over and this his face softens. Mr. Mercurial.

"You need to talk to me," he almost whispers.

His different moods make my head spin. If we're going to do this than I'd much rather have the dom Christian right now. I decide to taunt him to the surface.

"Are you going to beat it out of me?" I ask innocently.

I take him by surprise but his eyes harden over with a new resolve.

" No, I'm going to make you remember how...pleasurable it can be to open up to me."

He moves to be behind me.

"And I'm not just talking about your mouth," he whispers and drags a lazy finger over my bottom. I shiver with anticipation.

"Now I've taught you the importance of communicating before, but you seem to have forgotten my lesson," he walks back in front of me. "Do you need a refresher course?"

"No, sir." I respond sarcastically.

Now his mega watt smile is right in front of me and it leaves me breathless. He shakes his head in good humor.

"That mouth, Mrs. Grey. I've always loved that mouth."

He takes a few steps up to me and suddenly I'm in his arms; his one hand on my lower back, drawing me to him while his other hand wraps around my hair and tilts my head back, forcing me to gasp and look up at him. His eyes search mine for a moment and then his lips are on mine, rough and needy. I respond readily. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for this all day. It's difficult for me to ignore him and a full day of not talking to him has left me wanting.

He finally breaks the kiss to breathe in deeply. He's still breathing deeply when he tells me to undress and kneel by the door. As much as I want to defy him, I simply can't when he gets me this worked up. I also blame this room.

I quickly do as he says while he walks back to the chest. I watch him take off his shirt and socks and undo the top button of his jeans. I see him rustle around in the top draw of the chest and cast my eyes to the ground right before he turns around.

I hear his footsteps approach me and my heart is about to pop out of my chest. When was the last time we were in this room? Everything seems to be forgotten when we're here.

He stops behind me and tells me to stand. I do as I'm told with my eyes still focused on the floor. I feel him start to braid my hair.

"So you don't want to talk to me," he summarizes as he secures a hairband at the end of my braid. He walks around to stand in front of me. He looks at me thoughtfully.

"If you don't want to talk, I could gag you," he offers.

I purse my lips at him. "No."

His eyes harden instantly as he looks at me narrowly.

"Is that your decision to make?"

"No," I whisper. He reaches around me and smacks my ass. I yelp.

"No, sir," I correct myself quickly. My fifty is still here. He walks around me again.

"Good girl. Since we'll be working on communication, I don't think you'll need to see."

He slips the soft, silk scarf we keep here around my eyes and ties it tightly behind my head. I hear him walk back in front of me and I'm full of such anticipation that I bite my lip. I hear his intake of breath before he grabs my wrist and pulls me into him. We continue our previous makeout session. We grab at each other like we can't get enough and he lifts me onto his hips. While holding me up he pulls my braid, forcing my head back so he can kiss and suck at my neck. He carries me a short distance away and lowers me back to my feet. His mouth is back on mine as he presses me back into a pole-like item that extends from the floor to above my head. I realize it must be one of the posts from the four poster bed. He yanks one of my hands away from his face and expertly ties another sash around my wrist, not breaking our kiss even once. He lifts my captured wrist above my head and then makes my other wrist join it. He ties them together around the post. It feels as though I can slide up and down the post but can't move much further.

Abruptly, he move back from me. There is utter silence in the room except for me, trying to catch my breath. He calmly tells me to widen my stance and part my legs and I do so without thinking.I know he's just standing there, visually taking me in and a heady sense of pride and possession comes over me. I turn him on. Me, in just my panties, tied to our bed, is a work of art to him. It's not cockiness. I just know it to be true.

"Beautiful. Now go onto your knees," he says after an immeasurable moment.

I sink down to my knees, into the submissive position I was just in by the door. Knees spread, Head tilted down, and my hands up and behind my head. Hi hear the zipper of his pants and then a rustle of clothing. I'm almost certain he's naked and it makes me bite my lip again.

After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks.

"Would it interest you to know that I'm touching myself right now?"

I bite my lip harder and try to hold in my moan.

"Ana, I could come right now looking at you like this and it would probably be the best jerk off of my life."

I exhale and begin to softly pant. What this man does to me...it should be illegal.

"And yet you don't want to talk to me…" He trails off. I feel him approach me.

"Open your mouth, baby, and I swear you don't have to talk."

I do as he says and I feel him insert himself into my mouth. I've heard of many women not enjoying blowjobs but I simply don't understand why. You have so much control over a man this way. It's such an intoxicating thought – me controlling him for once – that I take him deeper into my mouth. I'm rewarded with a moan from him. I swirl my tongue around him and then focus on his head, as I know he likes. Within minutes he hisses and withdraws himself from me. I lick my lips and smile pleasantly in his general direction.

I gasp as I'm suddenly lifted into the air and rotated a full 180 degrees to be laying on the bed. He pulls my panties off and then gets off the bed. I hear his voice by my feet.

"Put your feet on the bed, baby. Knees in the air," he instructs. I do as he says.

"Wider," he says, intently. I widen my feet. "Wider, baby," he implores. I do as he says and I know I'm completely exposed to him now.

"Let's see if you still don't want to talk," I feel him climb onto the bed by my feet.

"If you make any noise, I will stop. Do you understand, Anastasia?"

"Yes sir," I reply automatically. We've played this game before and he knows I always lose.

His lips start at my knee. I feel him kiss and suckle the inside of my leg. Slowly, very slowly, moving towards my center. I tilt my head back and slowly let out the breath I had been holding. I need to stay strong.

As he gets closer to his goal, my hips start bucking. He wraps his arms around my thighs, keeping them in place.

He suddenly licks my clitoris and my eyes squeeze shut and I open my mouth in a silent scream. His tongue licks and massages me so well – in and out, up and down, all around – he knows this drives me crazy. I start building and I'm not sure how much longer I can last. My face must look like I'm in pain. My mouth keeps contorting, trying to keep my moans at bay. For a brief second, I think I'll be able to finish without making a noise, but just as I'm about to reach my climax, I let out a short gasp and he moves away from me in an instant.

"Nooooo," I whine, though happy to make noise again. I let out a few deep breathes when his thumb starts making circles on my clit, causing me to arc my back and moan appreciatively.

"Will you speak to me, Ana?" he asks quietly while continuing to rub me.

"Yes," I moan.

"What do you want, Ana?"

"You, Christian. Only you."

His thumb leaves me as he enters me fully. I pull against my restraints and throw my head back, letting him hear how much I needed that. He starts pumping in and out of me and suddenly, he pulls back the silk scarf and I squint into the dim light of the room. His mouth finds mine and we kiss fiercely, his pace never slowing. I start getting close and I moan his name.

"Open your eyes," he tells me, though I didn't even realize my eyes were closed. They pop open and we get lost in each other's gaze. So many emotions pass through our eyes that we would never be able to correctly convey with our mouths.

I arc further off the bed as I near my climax.

"Let me feel you, Ana," he growls at me, his one hand roughly grabs at my breast and kneads it before letting his fingers latch onto my nipple, which he twists determinedly.

I let go in the most spectacular fashion and slowly float back to Earth. He's still going and I decide to help him along. I purposefully bite my lip and look up at him innocently.

"Please come in me, Sir," I plead and he finds his release with my name on his lips.

He falls down next to me and automatically reaches up to untie my hands. I flex my hands and twist my wrists to stretch them out before turning and laying across his gloriously bare chest.

"How was that, Mrs. Grey?" he asks as he regains his breath.

"Mmmm," I moan appreciatively through closed lips.

"Still not talking to me?!" he asks, exasperated.

"Mmmm," I repeat. I let three seconds go by and then look up at him through my lashes and grin. He grins back.

I get off of him and lay on my side next to him, my elbow on the bed and my hand supporting my head.

"I'm kidding," I assure him. "That was fantastic, as usual." I can't help my crazy grin.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Grey. I did too," he says as he raises himself onto his own elbow so that we're a mirror image.

"So now will you tell me why you refused to talk to me all day?"

My grin grows impossibly larger.

"Because I knew you'd come here and do this to me if I did."

His mouth pops open. He's, for once, at a loss for words.

"But...how?"

"Oh baby, it was so easy," I tease him.

"I just decided to keep very quiet this morning and only give one word answers. Then I told you I'd work from Escala today and I made sure to not pick up your phone calls or answer any texts. I knew you'd be here before the end of the day," I start to laugh, "I didn't realize you wouldn't even last til 2!"

He seems dumbfounded and a little embarrassed by his own predictability.

"You set up this scene...without me even knowing?"

"And you fell right into it," I add with glee.

He shakes his head.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Well the kids don't need us til 5pm, so you have time to think of something."

"I think I already know what you deserve, Mrs. Grey," he smiles as he leans towards me.

His lips crash against mine once again and I surrender once more to my fantastic, gorgeous, predictable husband.

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Author's Note: Soooo thoughts? Like I said, this is the first fan fiction I've written in almost 8 years so I know I'm a little rusty. I'd like to write more, though, and reading your comments is always a great motivator!

So comments! Reviews! Constructive criticism! And thanks for reading!