What if Christian got one of his previous Sub's pregnant when he was 18 while he was in training with Elena? But, had no idea. The Sub had no idea who the father was because she was blindfolded and used by Elena?

2 Years later, Christian comes along Ana (the Sub) and Elena fighting in the back office of Esclava.

Elena is about to hit her with a cane when Christian walks in. He sees what's going on and pulls her away.

Ana freaks out when she sees Christian and can't believe her eyes at the guy that her son holds an uncanny resemblance to her son.

A/N: I had a hard time naming this story it was between Who's your baby daddy and the one I did select.

This will be a short story… maybe 3 or 4 chapters. I might, come back and make it longer after I have this baby and time finds me again after that. But for now it's just a fun little story. Short and sweet:) I hope it will also bring you some laughs. And I'm a believer in instant attraction… just fyi. Hope you enjoy! All mistakes are mine!

Christian is 18 Ana is 17 and half.

October 2002

Christian:

Finally today Elena is bringing me my own Sub. To be frank, I'm kind of tired of her shriveled up ass. Since my 18th birthday, I have wanted to go from Submissive to Dominant and she kept trying to tell me I wasn't ready. After that I've been avoiding her like the plague. She offered her services, but I denied them, like I said I was sick of her old pussy. Her face is starting to melt from all the plastic surgery. I must've been high when I was 15 not to see it.

Wait, I think I was.

She wasn't so bad then, but when I was 17, she found this plastic surgeon and never looked back. I shiver at the thought. Too bad he couldn't do anything to tighten up her pussy, it's like a black hole in there.

The only reason I'm back in her dungeon today is the promise of a nice young sub. And she might have given me my start up money for GEH. So I guess in a way, I owe her? Whatever, if she hooks me with pretty petite brunettes, I'll stick around for awhile.

"Christian. I think you're going to like who I have for you." Elena purrs at me, touching my shoulder.

I roll my eyes at her. Yeah, that does nothing for me, stop trying.

"We'll see about that." I mumble.

She opens the door to the dungeon and on her knees before me, is a sight like I've never seen before.

A pale brunette, with her hair in a braid, wearing a black blindfold in a pair of white panties. Her breast are perky, her ass is tight, and from what I can see of her face, she looks beautiful.

Definitely worlds apart from the old hag that stands next to me.

Really, what was in that weed I was smoking back then?

"She's all yours." Elena tells me, waving at the delicacy in front of me. She moves to go sit in the corner.

"What are you doing?" I ask her

"Watching of course." She grins. "Someone needs to be able to give you tips."

Great.

"I think I'm good Elena."

I wouldn't want my dick to shrivel up and die. Now would I?

"Tut Tut. I'm giving you what you want… It's my job to show you the way."

"Whatever." I mumble under my breath.

I do my best to block her out and look at this fantastic piece in front of me. I take the riding crop and walk around her as the crop gently brushes against her body.

"Stand." I command her.

She readily obeys. I admire her body again. I run the crop down her stomach and between her legs. I can see the goosebumps form over her body.

"What's your name?"

"Anastasia, Sir." The sound of her voice, calling me Sir, goes straight to my dick.

"Are you on Birth Control?"

"Yes, Sir." I look over at Elena to confirm it. She nods at me, and waves me along.

"Very well."

I walk her over to the grid and cuff her hands above her head.

"What are your safewords Anastasia?"

"Yellow and Red, Sir."

I don't what it is, but I have this urge to kiss her. My lips touch hers and I make a demand with my tongue for her to open her mouth. She obeys. And she tastes so sweet.

"What are you doing?" I hear Elena asks from the corner.

I never did kiss the old hag on the lips.

I give her a look to shut up and thankfully she listens.

Aww. You jealous, Elena? Maybe if you looked like Anastasia, things would've been better for you. Guess you called the wrong plastic surgery doctor.

Ignoring her, I kiss down Anastasia's body. When I get to her panties I dip my fingers inside of them. Her pussy is dripping. I rip the panties off of her and put my nose to her sex and sniff.

She smells incredible. It's the most arousing smell ever. I dip my tongue into her so I can taste her. Best tasting thing ever too. I devour her sweetness, before working my way back up to her breast. I pinch and suck them and wonder now how she would look with diamond encrusted nipple clamps.

And I can tell she's doing everything in her power not to moan out.

Maybe next time, when we don't have evil eyes on us. I'll let her scream out. I bet the sound is heaven.

"You like that Anastasia?"

"Yes, Sir." She pants out.

Picking up the riding crop again I walk around her body, tracing her with it. I love the trail of goosebumps I leave in it's wake. I smack her ass with it and she swings forward on the grid. I smack her a couple more times, and I can hear the light moans leave her lips.

She likes this.

I move around to her front and run the crop up her now drenched pussy. The riding crop is now glistening in her juices.

Fuck this. I need to have her now. Call it testing out the goods.

I undo my pants, pick her up by her ass and have her wrap her legs around my waist.

"You ready?"

I can see there's a slight hesitation on her face, but without seeing her eyes, I can't tell for sure.

"Yes, Sir."

I entangle one of hands around her braid, while I kiss her neck. I then roughly slam myself into her. This does cause her to scream out. At first I thought I hurt her, but as I move, the sounds are a lot more pleasurable.

"God, You have the tightest and hottest pussy, Anastasia." I tell her; making sure the hag hears me. I only glance over for a second, and see she's fuming.

But, I can't look too long, it might cause me to lose my hard on.

I go back and thrust myself hard over and over again. The feeling of her is sensational. I might never want to let her go. I know this time is going to be quick. The way her walls are closing around my dick, is making it hard to ward off my impending orgasam.

"Cum, Anastasia." I demand of her.

She releases herself and comes over all over me, squeezing my dick so hard. It makes me lose what little control I have and spill into her.

Her body falls limp. I unhook her from the grid and move her over to the bed. I have to have her again.

I give her a couple of minutes to compose herself, before tying her to the bed.

I don't know how many times she and I fuck, but I know halfway through the session, Elena had to leave. Which made it even more enjoyable.

When I was done with her, I knew she wouldn't be able to walk straight for awhile.

"Did you enjoy that, Anastasia?" I ask her, while rubbing her wrist after I untied her.

"Yes, Sir."

"Would you like to meet me next week?"

"Yes, Sir."

xXx

I saw her for 10 more sessions, every Saturday after that. I couldn't seem to get enough of her, she was perfect in every way. Thankfully, Elena stopped joining us after the first session. She was always blindfolded and tied up; Elena thought it would be better if she didn't see me. With my business starting to bloom, she didn't want to take a chance of Anastasia knowing who I was, and maybe blackmailing me in the future.

But, there was always a part of me, that wishes that I could've seen her eyes.

Then one day she was in the wind.

Elena said she left the lifestyle. To say I was disappointed when she left, would be short of a lie. It was more like devastated. She was the perfect Sub.

But, alas, I moved on.

GEH blew up shortly after Anastasia left. I kept Elena around to help me find Subs. I did my best to keep her at arm's length. I also gave her the money to start her salons so, now we're even on who owes who on the money track.

Maybe a bad move on my part, because now she's always trying to find a way to see me.

As long as she keeps finding me Submissives, I'll deal with the old hag. It's about all she's good for.

2 and half years Later- 2005

Anastasia:

"Really, Kate? You want me to bring the rug rat to the salon?" I'm standing, looking at her in disbelief.

"Yeah. You need to get out and I know you won't go anywhere without him. I'll watch him while you get your hair done. Then tonight we're going out and living a little Miss. Steele. Mrs. Carlton has agreed to watch the squirt tonight. Plus you need to be looking your best for your first day at work on Monday."

I throw my hands in the air, knowing there's no way out of this. And she's right, I need a night out, and my hair does need a trim.

"Fine." I grunt out. "You win."

I've known Kate since I was 16 years old. I had run away from home when I was 15. My mom's boyfriend was a total psychopath. How my mom couldn't see it, I don't know. I hopped on a bus to Seattle from Las Vegas, and I never looked back.

I went to live with my Step-father Ray. I attended school at Seattle Prep and that's where I met Kate. She's always been such a bubbly person, but, sometimes the girl gets on my damn nerves.

Then when I was 17 my dad got sick, and I needed a way to help pay his medical bills.

Enter Elena Lincoln.

Kate was neighbors with the Lincoln's at the time. Mr. Kavanagh put in a word about me looking for extra work. And Mrs. Lincoln took me under her wing.

HA!

First it started off as odd work around her house, then she came up to me, offering me extra cash. I couldn't pass it up.

I look back and see now how just naive I was. She told me, she had a gentleman that needed some training and she wanted me to be the one to help him. She waved paying off all my father's medical bills in my face, and I took the bait.

She brought me to her dungeon and showed me the ways to be a Submissive. She gave me a bunch of rules to follow and told me I was to obey the commands of my Dom and call him Sir.

After 5 months of training, she brought him in.

I'm not sure if he ever figured I was a virgin. Or, if he didn't care.

A normal girl would hope to lose her virginity to someone they love. Or at least have someone try to make love to them, no matter how feeble the attempt.

But, I have to say the way Sir took me, it was hard and yet there was some kind of raw passion behind it. It was dirty and hot. And I totally dug it.

I think it helped he had a huge dick. I peeked at it once, so I know it had to be at least 9 inches and thick. I never did get to see his face.

And as I look over at my 2 year old son, I can only wish I did, or at least got his name.

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. That positive sign on the pregnancy test threw me for a loop; I was going to be a mom. And there was only one persons it could've been.

And I only knew him as Sir.

I rushed to Elena's house and I confided in her.

Big mistake.

She told me to get the hell out of dodge, that my Dominant wouldn't want anything to do with my child.

She told me to get rid of it and that she was to never see my face again. Usually this lady was pretty nice to me. I mean she was a crazy bitch, but she never spoke to me, but in hush caring tones, even in my training.

It's like she turned into a jealous old troll.

So I did what I had to do, I ran.

I was going to Portland for college anyways. When I told my dad, I said it was a mistake and I had a one night stand. And I didn't want him to be apart of my say he was livid was an understatement. But, after he relaxed, he supported me through.

I went to the OB to confirm my pregnancy. She said it's likely that my birth control failed. But, once I saw the little blip on the screen I fell in love. And there was no way I could ever give him up.

My dad was finally in remission with the Cancer and moved to Portland with me. He helped us rent a little single family home, and Kate also lived with us while we went to college.

Kate and I flew through our credits and we managed to graduate within 2 years. My dad was a saint and would watch my son all the time. From the sale of the house and the money that ended up being refunded to us by the hospital, when the state insurance took over was enough to cover us. My dad also had his pension from being on the force for 20 years. Things fell into place.

Now I'm back in Seattle. I'll be starting a new job at SIP as an assistant editor on Monday. I'm so excited.

Kate, my little ball of energy and I make our way to a Salon named Esclava. What a stupid name for a Salon. A Slave for Beauty.

So stupid!

We are greeted by the receptionist. "Welcome to Esclava. How may I help you?"

"We have an appointment under Kavanagh. For Franco." Kate tells the busty, over painted blonde that stands before us.

"Very well, follow me."

I follow while Kate waits in the waiting area. I hope my son doesn't drive everyone to crazy while he waits. But I think I brought enough crayons and toys for him.

I sit down in the chair and a short little guy with a purple mohawk comes walking behind my chair.

"Oh, aren't you just a lovely thing." he tells me, flipping my hair back.

Do I trust the guy with the purple mohawk to do my hair?

"Thank you?" I ask more in a question.

"What would you like done? Would you like some highlights? We can add a little blonde in your hair."

Ummm. No.

"I just want a trim, really. Maybe 3 inches off." I tell him.

"Oh, but you would look beautiful with some highlights."

"No thanks."

"Alright, maybe next time." He winks at me through the mirror.

I'm going to kill Kate for taking me to this place.

Franco moves in front of me to gather his stuff. I look up in the mirror and my eyes meet with a person I hope to never see again.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Anastasia." Her voice is like nails on the chalkboard. I grab my phone and tell Kate to take my son across the street for some ice cream or something, and not to argue with me. I cross my fingers that she listens.

I take a good look at Elena's face and she looks a lot worse for wear.

Why does she look like she suffered a stroke?

"Well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Lincoln." I spit back.

"I already saw him, Anastasia." She looks over at the waiting room. When I glance over I notice Kate taking him out of the salon.

I sigh. "So what, Elena? There's nothing you could or would have been able to do about it." I snap at her.

"Franco, would you mind? I would like to take Anastasia in the back so we can talk. Catch up." She smiles at me.

"Um.. I'm kind of on a tight schedule Mrs. Lincoln."

"I'll take care of her." She purrs to him.

I see the poor man scrunch up. Yeah, it is sickening, isn't it?

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Come along Anastasia."

I get up to follow her.

I'm an idiot. Why am I following her?

Maybe this will help get the troll off my back. Live in peace once again.

She opens the door to her office before slamming it closed behind me.

"I thought I told you to get rid of it!" She sneers.

"It wasn't your decision. He doesn't know, so why does it matter?" I throw back at her.

"It does matter. It matters alot." She shakes her head. "Please tell me you're not living here." She crosses her arms and stomps her foott. It's almost laughable. I think my son is more mature.

Fuck! I can't help myself and bust out laughing.

"You little bitch…"

"I don't understand the big deal? Why is it such a concern to you?"

I can see the steam coming out of her ears. She walks around to her desk and pulls out a cane.

Oh, great the bitch has gone even crazier.

She walks up to me with it drawn in the air, she's about to strike, and I brace for impact, when the door bursts open. I hear the cane drop behind me.

"What the fuck is going on Elena?" The male voice bellows through the room. I look up at the person that might have saved me. And I go into total shock.

Christian:

I have been so fucking stressed out lately. I haven't had a Sub in almost 6 weeks. The girls Elena has been choosing are always as nutty as she is.

I just need a girl that will keep her mouth shut and just do what I say. Is that so hard?

But it's like they take one look at me and they start going ga-ga over me. Then I fuck them hard a couple of times. And then they're in love.

Tell me how can you be in love with me after a couple fucks. It's not like I talk to them and make time to know them. I have a business to run. I have no time for small talk.

I just need a place to dip my dip stick.

I believe love is out there. I didn't let Elena screw me over too much with that. I'm just 20 and half years old, I have time for that later. I'm a multimillionaire; I drive fast cars, and can have a different woman every night if I wanted too.

What's it called? Sowing my wild oats? I guess that's what I'm doing.

So that's why I'm on my way to Elena's salon in hopes she has a Sub for me. I'm giving Elena one more shot and then I'm pushing the tired old hag to the curb. Her salons aren't bringing the money they should, and I'm just sick of looking at her.

Even my own mother is getting sick of her. I heard her talking to dad the other day about trying to cut Elena out of her charities. There's a rumor going around that she has a thing for younger boys.

Well, it's not really a rumor, is it?

I had Barney, my head of IT, clean all her computer files and I had Jason, my head of security, go through her house with a fine tooth comb and clean out any evidence of me.

It's good to be me.

She had 100's of photos of me. Jason was telling me he thinks she might be obsessed with me. I figured that out awhile ago. Sometimes it can be used to my advantage.

There was one picture they found that I might have kept. It was a picture of me with my perfect sub.

God, I miss that tight pussy. And that lip biting.

I do think every once in awhile what happened to her and where did she go without a trace.

I walk into the Salon, and the girl at the reception desk bats her eyes at me.

"Hi, Mr. Grey." She purrs.

Why do they always purr?

I nod at her. I wonder if I should tell her she has lipstick on her teeth.

Nah!

I walk past everyone and strom right into Elena's office. I'm surprised by the sight in front of me. Elena is wielding a cane and about to hit this girl. There's no way this is a scene. The girl has tucked her body and appears to brace for the impact.

"What the fuck is going on here, Elena?" I yell out and it echoes across the room.

Elena drops the cane and the girl seems to have gone into shock, just staring at me.

"Christian! What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you. But, after seeing what is going on in here, I've changed my mind."

This pisses me off to no end. What the hell does she think she's doing? This wasn't anywhere close to being a BDSM scene. You could almost see the murder in Elena's eyes before I came in.

"I was just showing this young girl what it would be like to take a punishment. Isn't that right dear?"

The girl finally shakes her head of that shocked look, and looks over at Elena.

"No. She didn't like what I had to say, so she went crazy."

"We are done Elena. You can kiss your backing goodbye." I turn to look at the girl. "Come with me." I tell her and take the girl's hand.

All of a sudden there's like this spark. I look at her and I think she notices it too.

"Christian you can't leave. Let's talk. She's just an ex-sub that needed to remember her place…"

"Shut up Elena. I've had enough of your shit, I'm done with all of it. I'm pulling my backing and I will no longer need your help in finding…" I look at the girl and need to remember i need to pick my words correctly. "Special services."

Special services? What the hell Grey?

"Christian…" She starts begging me.

"Let's go." I tug on the girl's arm and pull her out of the office.

I know I'm pulling on her so hard that she's pretty much dragging herself across the salon floor. We finally make it outside and I grab her by the shoulders. We lock eyes and she looks bewildered.

Great, she knows who I am.

"Are you ok?"

She shakes her head. "Yeah, sorry. It's just you…"

I let go of her and she finally stops staring at me.

"Thank you Mister…?"

Ok, so maybe she doesn't know who I am.

"It's Grey." I tell her.

"Mr. Grey. Thanks. I should've known better than to follow her. I don't know why I don't listen to myself sometimes." She giggles.

"Next time, you'll know better." I tell her sternly.

"Maybe…" She smiles.

"MOMMY!" I hear a tiny voice squeal behind me. I turn around and there's this flash of copper hair that rushes past me and clings to this girls leg.

"Hey, baby boy." She says, lifting the boy into her arms.

The little boy buries his head into her shoulder.

"Are you done already?" A blonde girl comes walking up to us. She looks at me and then looks back at the girl.

"Yeah, I'll explain later. But we need to go somewhere else." She tells her.

She looks at her questionably before nodding her understanding.

"Thank you again, Mr. Grey. But we need to be going."

"It was no problem." I nod at her as she starts walking away.

She looks at me once again, and her blue eyes grab my attention.

She's beautiful.

And I didn't get her name.

Her son then pops his head up and we stare at each other.

Holy shit. I must be seeing things. Before I can look at him again, he has nuzzled his head back into his mother's shoulder.

I'm drawn out of my thoughts when my cell phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see it's Elliot. I flip open my phone.

"Grey." I answer

"Hey turd face, I know you know it's me. I don't need the generic greeting."

"What do you want Elliot?"

"You and me. We should go out and hit this new club. Maybe I can hook you up. Be your wingman."

"I don't need you as my wing-man. And I can't I have…"

"Work to do." he says cutting me off. "You're so dull Christian. You need to get out and live a little."

"Maybe another time Elliot. I really do have work to do."

I need to destroy Elena fucking Lincoln.

Maybe also figure out who the hell that girl was. Elena did say something about her being an ex-sub

"I'm going to hold that to you later. See ya Sunday dude." And with the Elliot hangs up.

Anastasia:

"What happened?" Kate asks me after we get back to the apartment and I sit my son down so he can go play.

"Remember how I told you about that lady that hooked me up with the guy… and well… i got you know who out of it." I point over to my son.

"Yeah?"

"I ran into her at the salon. I think she might own the place. It explains the stupid name. She confronted me. And well, I guess I pissed her off and well she tried to hit me with a cane. That's when that guy came in and stopped him."

"You mean the guy that looks just like…"

"Yeah…" I say, drifting off. It was just such an un canny resemblance. Could it be?

More than likely not

"It's a small world. So what did she want?"

"I really don't know. She was mad that I had him, like really mad. I didn't understand, it's been 2 and half years. I don't even know who he was or even got his name."

But, sometimes my mind drifts back to my faceless Dom.

And the sex.

I miss the sex.

I've only been with one other guy since him. We had one date, then he took me back to his place. And well, I couldn't get off. It was pretty bad. Let's just say I never let it happen again. I didn't really need to date anybody, I already had my #1 guy. I also needed to worry about school.

I would just wait till that someone special came along, who could and would accept me and my son. He has to be out there somewhere right?

"Well, you did always say she was weird. Well, maybe she'll stay away. Come on let's not worry about it anymore. Let's get loose and have a good time tonight."