This was her favorite part of her job. Anastasia walked into the business meeting. Christian didn't get to know everything about her. Not anymore. Her black heels clicked on the tile and she stopped at the table. The men were licking their lips. Eager, but she didn't like them to break character. She put the briefcase on the table and opened it. She pulled out the whip, and smacked it on the table. She undid her hair and slowly crawled on her stomach onto the table. There were three men. One on each side and one right ahead at the end of the table.

She leaned on her elbows and unbuttoned her blouse. Biting her lip, She arched her back and leaned forward and let him unbutton the rest to reveal her lacy black bra. The other men were jealous, and their energy only fueled her desires.

She turned to the man on the right.

"Take out your phone there is someone I want you to call."

She gave him Christian's number.

"Hello?" Chrisitans voice asked.

Anastasia wrapped her legs around the man on the phone. She mouthed the words for him.

"Hello Mr. Grey,"

"How did you get this number?" He sounded bored.

"Do what I said earlier," Anastasia said.

There was silence on the other line. And then,

"Anastasia?"

Anastasia pulled off her belt slowly and the men practically buckled.

"Mr. Grey you have five mins to get here before we have our way with her."

He gave him and the address, and Anastasia got up.

She pulled off her pants. And knelt on the table. She placed her fingers over her sex and rubbed. The men put their hands down their pants and tried to ease themselves. Anastasias mouth gabbed open. She pushed harder and all of the world was rushing behind her, she wanted to melt into herself. She pulled off her panties and allowed one of the men to take it between their teeth.

She took off her bra. Time was almost up Christian better get here. Like magic the door flew open and there he stood. Anastasia's toes curled. She was lying down on the table and the men were alarmed at Christian's enterence.

Anastasia watched with pleasure as rage crossed Christian's expression.

"Get out." Chrisitan said.

The men quickly zipped up their pants. They were paid to leave.

Anastasia sat up and bit her lip.

Christian jumped on the table. He was above her.

"You think this was funny? What kind of games are you playing with me?"

"My new favorite kind."

She pulled her hand out of herself and touched his face. His eyes rolled with the smell of her and like other men, he couldn't resist and took off his clothes.

He pressed himself into her, every part of them was touching. He pushed himself in deeper and Anastasia was in ecstasy. She wanted this more than anything, there was nothing better then him inside her, except maybe the rage behind him.

"You're mine," he said.

"For as long as you can make me…"
Her words trailed off and she made a face of ugly pleasure. He was winning again, but she didn't want it to stop. Her breasts swelled under his fingers, her legs moving involuntarily. He bit her lip until it bled. Then he pulled out just before she could find release.

"No." She said her eyes mad.

"Feel how I felt when I walked in this damn room."

"Christian,"

"Promise you'll come back to me."

He took one finger and caressed her sex.

"Yes,"
And he was inside her again. And she had gotten what she wanted. She smiled to herself, and moved with his rhythm. The sweat beneath them a reminder of their sweet struggle.