Hello again! After the nasty comments and PMs, I had a hard problem thinking about writing again which was why I had taken my stories down. I figured there would be no use for them being on the site if I couldn't even write again, but after the incredible amount of positive responses I got from so many people I decided to take some time off to think, and now I think I'm ready to keep up with my stories and sharing them with all the people who would like to read them!

Thank you so much to all the wonderful people who left positive comments and sent me PMs! I honestly cannot thank you enough!

Now about the story, after talking with several people (especial thanks to SdaisyS, sbearit and cokebear9903!) I have decided to continue my stories, but they will be mine which means that if you don't like it I won't feel bad about it. I can't please everybody and I don't want to. We are all different and we like different things and that's great! If you were drawn into the story but get to a point when you are not anymore you are free to leave, no strings attached and I'll wish you well and a future filled with stories you love!

However, if you don't like what I write and want for me to change everything I suggest you go and search in between the over three thousand fanfictions out there. Or write your own! But I won't change what i want to say simply because you don't like it. This is my story and I post it on this site hoping other people will find it entertaining, not to get hate.

Also, college started again for me so I don't know how fast I'll be able to update. That's another thing, I do this for FUN and I charge nothing so I can't be writing all day to please the people who want another chapter NOW. I appreciate your liking of the story, but I'm not a writing machine and I will ignore nasty and demanding messages on that regard too.

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(For those of you who just got here, I had two stories posted but I started getting comments and PMs saying I was a "dumb bitch" and a shitty writer and should stop writing. Those things really got to me, because this was the first time I ever had had the courage to write and post my stories and I had taken them off the site. After talking with some really amazing people I decided to continue.)

Thank you for understanding!

Today was a crappy day.

Not that that means anything, for the last three months every single day of my life had been crappy so I figured I should have been used to it by now. Crappy job with a crappy boss and crappy over hours. To top it all, crappy car and shitty love life.

Why is this day any different? Well it's New Year's Eve, and instead of spending it with my family or friends I'm at a work party sipping a bland Martini in ridiculously high black heels and a tight, red dress that leaves little to the imagination. I look pretty much exactly the same as the rest of the women on this party, with the one difference that they are all much happier than I am, dancing and drinking without a care in the world. My best friend and co-worker Kate is gone with her family for holidays, like I was supposed to be doing before there was a snowstorm in DC and all flights were cancelled. So it's just me now.

I came to the party so I wouldn't be alone on my rented apartment watching New Year's specials on the news and feeling sorry for myself. My year had been crappy, so why not start it on a good note and have some fun?

It turned out, I was just changing one thing for the other. Instead of feeling miserable on my apartment, I was feeling miserable at a party, and even worse, at a party in our office which could even qualify as working in New Year's Eve. I might as well have stayed home, at least there I could be wearing slippers instead of these toe killers that pass off as shoes.

As a matter of fact I was about to do just that, go home, put on some slippers and wrap myself in a war blanket in front of the TV when I heard a deep voice right at my side.

"Waiting for the New Year?"

I tore my gaze from the dancing people glowing in multicolored lights with a few sharp words on my tongue, when I caught sight of who it was that had just talked.

Christian Grey, my boss.

Worse, he wasn't even my boss; he was my boss' boss. The owner of the entire freaking magazine I was an assistant for. And here I was, just a tad drunk and angry which was the worst combination possible considering how alcohol made my tongue go loose and I could end up bad mouthing my boss' boss.

"Sure." I said as politely as I could while I discretely checked him out. Christian Grey tends to stay mostly in his office during work hours, but when he ventures into our department a few times a week, it's always an occasion to remember.

The guy was hot, not only did he have money and was good looking, but he was also one of those people with a strong presence that made you want to listen to. I had spoken with him most of the times he visited us since he was always informing himself with Jack Hyde, my boss and so it was impossible not to cross our paths. All of those short conversations we had shared had been basically me, staring at him and trying not to say something dumb. The problem about the guy was, he was nice. He wasn't the sort of person to demand things or ignore people beneath him. He actually took the time and effort to get to know the people that worked for him, and that made him even harder to resist.

Today was no exception. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt but instead of the perfectly tailored suit he always carried without a wrinkle to be seen, today he was wearing no tie and no jacket. He even had a few buttons undone, revealing a glorious sight of well-toned chest.

"You don't look too happy about it." Startled, I looked up from his chest and to his face. He was looking at me intently, and based on the heart-stopping grin he had, I could tell he knew I had been looking at him.

Crap. Could this day get any worse?

"No, I just-" I struggled to say something that wouldn't make me look like a complete idiot. I might have been drooling about him just a few seconds ago, but I was a proud person and I wouldn't let him see how affected I had been by him. "I miss my family, that's all." When he didn't say anything I continued on a nervous habit of trying to fill in the silence. "I was going to visit them for New Year's Eve since I had to work on Christmas, but because of the snow all flights were cancelled."

I fixated my eyes on the dancers, appearing to be very interested in the party just a few feet away from me as I waited for him to leave and do something else. But he stayed by my side.

"I'm sorry to hear that." When I looked up, all traces of a smile were gone and he seemed honestly sorry for me. "I can see why this party would bore you." He added.

Considering how this was his party I tried rapidly to say how it wasn't boring at all but he shrugged it off.

"You know," he said, a teasing tone slipped into his voice. "I might have something that could cheer you up."

When I raised my eyebrow he just laughed and offered me his hand. I tried to decide whether this was a smart thing to do. What did he mean exactly by "cheer me up"? But as I looked around I saw that nobody was paying attention to us, so I reluctantly took his hand and he directed us to the elevator.

"Where are we going?" I asked after the doors closed. I was a little worried, if I was being honest by getting into an elevator with him. Not because I thought he might make a move on me or anything, but what if someone in the party did see us and assumed the worst? Add that to the list of crappy things to happen to me this year; everybody thinking I banged Christian Grey.

But instead of answering me, he just winked. "It's a surprise." And despite my uneasiness, his smile made me relax, even if just a little and I found myself smiling with him.

When the elevator stopped and the doors went open we stepped outside. We were on the highest floor as far as I could tell, but when I went to take a step forward, he reached out and stopped me.

"Wait," he caught my arm and took something out of his pocket. Was that a… tie? "It's top secret, I'm afraid I'm going to have to blindfold you."

Maybe it as the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that I was alone with Christian Grey asking to blindfold me but the next words that came out of my mouth were something I would never say in the office.

"Are you fucking serious?" And to my surprise, he laughed.

"Yes, very." He said it with a smile, but then he grew serious and stepped closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his body on my back, the silkiness of his shirt against my skin. "Do you trust me, Ana?"

I told myself it was just the alcohol that made me nod yes, but I couldn't ignore the trill that went through me as he gently tied the gray tie over my eyes. Completely deprived of sight it was as if I could feel him even closer, his breath on my neck, his hand on my waist. Even the rapid beat of my own heart.

He put his other hand on my shoulder and started guiding me forward. I was starting to think it was all just a joke. Maybe somebody had put him up to it? I had seen a few pranks in the office, even taken part on some of them, but I had never seen Christian Grey participate in any of them… although there was always a first time for everything.

He left my side for a moment to open a door, if my ears weren't fooling me and then he was back, silently guiding me forward. There he turned me to my left and we walked a few steps more before we stopped.

"You can take it off now." And so I did.

The view took my breath away. It was DC but unlike anything I had ever seen before. We were in his office where he had huge windows from floor to ceiling that gave way to the city before us. We were so high up that I could barely see the street of our building, but I could see all the buildings and houses for a mile or so, all beautiful in the snow-covered night.

It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.

"My God, with views like this no wonder you never leave your office." I laughed but then stiffened, wondering whether I had over stepped my boundaries. I relaxed when I heard him chuckle at my side.

"I thought you might like it."

We stood like that for what felt like hours, watching the snow fall and the buildings alight with people celebrating inside. It was closer to midnight now, and the party downstairs was getting louder.

"I should probably go." I said, but I didn't finish the words before his mouth was on mine. I hadn't even heard him getting so close, and for a moment I let myself get lost in the kiss, in him. He was soft, at first. Just our lips touching and parting but then he was rough, his hand went to my waist and the other to the back of my neck, arching my face toward him. I gasped in his mouth when one of his fingers trailed a path down my waist and to my butt and his kiss became more aggressive, his tongue sweeping through mine as if he couldn't get enough.

I tangled my fingers in his silky hair and, on instinct, lifted a leg and hooked it around his waist. He grabbed my knee with the hand that was on my butt and opened my legs wider and pressed me against him. Feeling him so hot and hard against me sent a trill down my spine, but also a warning: this was getting out a hand, and I broke the kiss stepping away from him, not trusting myself being so close to him.

"What- what if somebody sees us?" That was probably the stupidest thing I had said that day. Not something like "You're my boss." Or "This can't happen!" but no, apparently privacy was all that I had in mind at that moment. Genius, Ana. Although to be fair the building was too high for someone from another office to see us through his huge windows, but what if someone from the party came up here?

"No problem," he grinned and took a control from his desk. As he pointed it to a corner of his room, I watched marvelled how the windows that gave way to the hall went black, while the window to the city remained clear.

He shrugged, that ridiculously seductive smile still on his lips. "Nobody can see us now."

"Sir, I-"

"No, please Ana." He laughed, though the sound was a bit awkward now that I had called him Sir. "Just call me Christian."

"Christian, alright it's just that… You are my boss. Not even my boss but my boss' boss, you are the owner of this entire building and I wouldn't want to get into any kind of trouble."

"Ana," he came by my side and kissed me again, softer this time. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, it's just that… we are both alone tonight so I figured why not have some fun together?"

The idea did sound better than spending the night crying alone, but he was my boss, how could I do this and not die from embarrassment?

"If it makes you uncomfortable, we can do it another way." I was confused, until he took the tie from my hands and lifted it, a mischievous smile on his face that made my heart beat faster at the idea. But it were his eyes, so dark and full with the desire that made me smile and took the tie from him, tying it around my head and covering my eyes.

Without a word, he was kissing me again. It wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either. I think he was trying for me to get used to the idea of being blindfolded, and it worked as I relaxed and let my hands travel across his chest, opening a few buttons on the way down. He went to the zipper on my back and opened it, exposing my skin to the air.

His hands travelled up my spine, his soft fingers leaving a fiery trace up my skin until both of his hands were cupping my face and he titled it upward to kiss me gently, his warm lips barely a whisper over mine as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth until I moaned and his mouth crushed mine, his tongue now dancing in and out of my mouth leaving me gasping for breath.

I clutched the fabric of his shirt harder between my hands and worked fast on the buttons, revealing his hard chest. After some fumbling, since I couldn't exactly be very efficient with his mouth and mine and blindfolded, I opened his shirt and pushed it away from him, his hands momentarily leaving my face to get rid of the fabric and then he was back.

I played with the skin of his chest, marvelling at how firm and strong it felt underneath my fingers. I trailed a path down to his pants were I opened the button and slipped a hand inside, taking hold of his already hard member. Fuck he was big.

He groaned into my mouth and took my hand away. I gasped as he pushed us against his desk and sat me there, one hand grabbing my waist and the other on my knee wrapping my legs around his waist and rubbing himself on my core.

He was gentle at first, and I could barely feel him through the fabrics between us, but then he lifted my knee higher and positioned himself just right so that the tip of his penis was rubbing against my clit in deliciously slow and seductive strokes. I grabbed his shoulder for support and sucked on his neck, not even caring about leaving a hicky mark there. Without my sight to guide me it was strange, but at the same time it was as if I could feel everything stronger. Each stroke of his hard length against me sent a shock of pleasure through me, so warm and strong that made me gasp with each trust.

I couldn't get enough of this, I lowered my hand to grab his butt and rub him harder against me, not wanting the pleasure to stop.

"God Ana." He muttered, his voice husky with desire as he kept humping me, his mouth now kissing my neck.

Without a warning he pulled his hips away and I almost groaned in desperation before I felt his fingers on my underwear and I stilled. He played with the hem on my hip, then, slowly, his fingers caressed my pelvis and down to my clit were he rubbed his thumb hard against me.

I moaned, or yelled I didn't really care and he laughed out loud. His thumb kept up with his delicious rhythm as his other finger slipped inside my panties and into me.

"You are so fucking wet." He grunted and pulled away again. I almost whimpered at the loss of him and his fingers when I felt him pull up my dress from my waist and up my head then tossing it somewhere on the floor. My panties were gone next.

I heard the distinctive sound of a condom being opened and I could almost squeal in excitement, my previous reservations gone with just a few touches. I tried to take the tie off my eyes but he grabbed my hand, leaving it in its place.

"Not yet." He whispered in my ear as he took my other hand and laid me down on his desk, both of my arms pinned firmly up my head by one of his hands while the other grabbed my leg and opened it wider. I could feel him close in between my thighs and the anticipation was killing me.

"C'mon!" I complained trying to bring my hips closer to him and away from the desk but he again pinned me in place.

"Patience." He admonished though I could hear the smile in his word. I didn't want to be patient, I wanted to feel him again against me and inside me or I'd go mad.

I felt the tip of his dick play on my entrance, teasing me with a light movement before it was gone and he rubbed the length of him against my clit making my gasp in surprise and delight at just how long he was.

"Oh God." I groaned as he rubbed himself again me, impossibly slow up and down sending jolts of pleasure down my legs and belly. I accompanied the movement with my hips until we established a rhythm and I could feel the tension growing inside of me. Dry humping… well not so dry anymore but still, it felt good, but I wanted to feel him inside me.

Christian kept sliding his long cock against my soft folds as he lowered himself to my chest and took a nipple into his mouth. I squirmed against the hold on my hands, feeling everything and being incapable of doing something about it was frustrating… but strangely hot. Just knowing that he could surprise me at any moment with a new and fantastic sensation made me ecstatic. But the feel of his mouth licking my nipples and his hard dick against me was driving me over the edge.

"Christian, please." I moaned and pushed up my hips up to try and get what I wanted but all I did was make the feeling even stronger. It was getting almost painful know, so many of my senses were assaulted with pleasure that it was as if my body couldn't take it.

Christian laughed. "Is this was you want?" he said trusting hard against my clit in a way that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"I want you inside me." I complained trying to lift my hips again but all he ever did was take his tongue to my other nipple, licking and sucking until it was hard and I had to bite my lips to keep myself from moaning.

I thought he was going to keep teasing me forever, never letting me get my release until his tongue suddenly left my breast and his hand released my wrists to grab my knees and yank my butt closer to him and away from the desk.

He touched my entrance with the tip of his dick.

"How badly do you want me?" He teased, and man at that point I was so fucking horny I was ready to beg.

"Oh for the love of God, would you just fuck me?!"

And he did.

He slid into me in one quick thrust that left me breathless.

"SHIT!" I screamed, forgetting about the party going downstairs and people hearing us. He was even thicker than I had thought, and he expanded my walls in the most blissful way.

"Fuck Ana," he breathed out, his hand on my hip and his thumb absently making swirls on my hip bone. "You are so fucking thight."

He eased himself out slowly only to trust back again, this time going as deep as he could and smacked his hips against mine.

I strangely missed the hold on my wrists, so I grabbed the edge of his wooden desk, leaving my arms up my head as he trusted in and out of my. The feeling of his thick dick sliding inside me was a pleasure I never wanted to end. His trusts were slow, but with each I could feel the tension inside of me growing and tightening, waiting to be released.

When his had left my butt and his thumb began to massage my clit again I almost lost it. It was too much, the feeling of him inside me and the pulses of hot pleasure coming from his work on my clit. I was going to cum.

"Faster." I demanded and he obeyed, his big cock ravaging me at a more rapid pace that made me smile with ecstasy.

"I'm so close." I moaned. "Harder." His hand grabbed my knee again and bended it upward, wrapping it around his waist as he grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin and his dick thrusting so hard inside me that the desk moved from the floor. He kept thrusting in and out so hard I figured it should have hurt me, but the pleasure he was giving me was overruling all the possible pain. With each deep thrust that he gave, the tension inside of me grew until I couldn't take it anymore.

Without thinking I took my hand from the edge of the desk and massaged my clit hard accompanying the rhythm of his trust. My orgasm only took one more move of his hip for it push me over the edge.

Warmth exploded around me as my orgasm hit me, and I screamed his name. Christian sped up his thrusts until he clamped his hands on my ass and moaned, his penis trembling and then relaxing inside me as he laid on top of me.

We stayed like that for a while, both catching up our breaths.

"You," he said kissing my stomach reverently, "are beautiful." In a moment he stood up again and his fullness was gone with him. When I sat up on the desk his hands were on my waist in a second, his mouth kissing me softly the next. He kissed my cheek, my neck, my earlobe and down, past my chest, my breasts and my belly, until his mouth was at my entrance.

He kissed the inside of my thigh, his short stubble scratching against my skin as he again opened my legs.

"I have wanted to do this since the moment I saw you." He murmured. His words confused me but that confusion didn't last long as soon as I felt his tongue opening my folds.

"Christian!" I gasped and took a handful of his silky hair. His tongue was doing wonders on my tender skin. I was still so sensitive from just moments ago that the faintest touch of his tongue felt like the most exquisite feeling in the world. He licked and sucked on my clit until I was tugging his hair in a painful grip.

"Do you want me inside of you again?"

"Yes!" I screamed but maybe not again on the desk like this. Why not changing it up a bit? "Wait-" I said and he pulled back instantly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Concerned tinged his voice and I almost laughed out loud. If he thought I wanted him to stop he had another thing coming.

"No, I want you. Just… not on your desk."

His fingers worked on the knot of the tie on my eyes and soon it was down, revealing a really flushed and confused Christian Grey. I would have said it was impossible for this man to be any sexier, but the sight of him sweaty and naked was surprisingly arousing.

Without the blindfold I could see what I had been missing. The room looked darker now as midnight approached and I took in as many details as I could. Christian, my boss, completely naked and his penis already growing hard again, standing in front of me.

Pretending to be much more confident than I actually felt, I smiled up at him as I stood up still on my heels and turned around, elbows against his desk and ass propped up. From behind me came a chuckle.

"Is that so?" He laughed, his fingers boldly opening my folds and entering me, making circles inside that made my legs feel like rubber.

"I have a better idea." He was gone in an instant and instead he took my hand in his as he led me away from the desk, taking me toward the large window with the stunning view of the city. "You spent so long with that blindfold," he said his hands pushing my legs further apart, leaving me to lay my hands against the glass for support. "You deserve the view."

The glass under my palms was cold but it warmed up with every second that I touched it. However, it was not the cold I was worried about, more like the height, and the fact that we were so exposed to any outsider that might glance up.

I felt him positioning behind me, his hands travelling down my sides as he kissed my back until his hands came to rest on my hips, grabbing me from behind.

"Aren't you worried someone could see us?" I asked and bit my lip, admittedly it did made the whole thing feel dangerous and a little sexy, but what if someone taped us of something?

"Don't worry, no one can see us up here. I made sure of it when I built this office." His words were meant to be comforting but I felt a tight knot settling on my stomach as I wondered just how many women he must have brought up here and done the same things to them as he was doing to me. It's not like I thought he was in love with me or something dumb like that, I was well aware this was a one night thin, but for some stupid reason the idea of him with another woman drove me mad with jealousy.

You are so stupid Ana.

Maybe I should just leave right now. Call it a night and get out of here before the stupid sex hormones did more damage to my brain, but I was frozen in place once his fingers found my clit and started rubbing circles. His other hand angled my hips upward, exposing myself to him.

This time there was no teasing or gentleness as he entered me in one swift motion. He groaned at the feel of us and that made my walls clamp down harder against him, which took another groan from him. He kissed my back and pushed his thumb harder against my clit making me scream.

"You have no idea how many times I wanted you here." He moaned and plunged his big dick into me. I braced myself against the window; the city now seemed even more beautiful somehow.

He had no mercy on me. My tender flesh was so sensitive I could feel my orgasm building up with every rock of our bodies.

Feeling him slamming against me fast and his cock being so impossibly hard on me forced me to grunt my hips against his. The thumb on my clit fell into the rhythm of his thrusts increasing the pleasure by a tenthfold. Maybe nobody could really see us, but the idea of being caught was still an incredible turn on.

Downstairs the party was growing louder to the point where we could hear their collective voices doing the countdown.

New Year was coming close, and so was my second orgasm.

I slammed my hips against him, trying to make him force the orgasm that was so close from overcoming me. His response? He took my hands in his and slammed us both against the glass, his thrusts now forcing me against the cold window. The mix of so many different sensations; the frozen city below us, his hot body pressed and slick against me, his hard penis sliding with shameless easiness on my wet interior and his warm breath against my back murmuring "Shit" and "Fuck" over and over again was what drove me into my second orgasm, not as strong as the first but fucking fantastic nonetheless. I milked him with my body, pressing him harder than ever as I screamed and he rode my orgasm with every movement he made inside me, making it last longer than I thought possible until his whole body trembled behind me and he went lax, hugging me on the waist.

"Happy New Year Ana."

We stood like that for a moment, before the sounds of the party exploding downstairs brought us back to reality. His phone began to ring and he excused himself as he went into his private bathroom.

Once he was gone I was no longer sure of what I was doing in that room. Should I stay naked as I was or leave? Wait for him to come out and… mmm I don't know, thank him?

But then the words he said about not being seen came to my memory and I realized just how dumb I was being. He probably brought every girl from all offices up here. I was no different and I didn't want to ruin my good mood by dwelling on that or waiting for him to kick me out of here. So I dressed as quickly as possible, brushed my hair with my fingers as best as I could so it wouldn't scream SEX and quietly left the office.

I would have to get back to work in two days, but that didn't mean I would see him again. Maybe we would cross ways down the hall and he would ignore me, or he would say hi to me as if nothing had ever happened.

No matter what, I promised to myself I wouldn't get too caught up about it. It was a one night thing and it was over. Time to move on with my life.

I walked down the halls and to the elevator, my heart still beating fast from just moments ago. When the doors opened I saw that the party had now gotten into the other offices and halls, everybody celebrating, dancing and drinking. I could probably have walked with my underwear on my head and nobody would have noticed the difference.

Without waiting a moment, I went to the front and got my coat. I was already tired and was really looking forward to getting home and as far away from him as possible.

As I walked to the entrance I thought I heard someone from the crowd calling my name, perhaps someone from the office who wanted to wish me a happy new year? But as I looked back all I saw were strangers.

Stepping outside I thanked Carl, the doorman, and wished him and his family a Happy New Year as he called for a cab. As soon as the yellow taxi was on the street I tugged my coat closer to myself and jumped to the snow covered street, not the most pleasant thing to do on a short dress and heels. I opened the door and sat, thanking the warmness inside and told the driver where to go.

"Ana!" This time it was clear as crystal. I turned around just as the cab started to drive down the street at Christian, fully dressed and looking at me with a an expression I could not place. He looked… pained. So I checked my purse and everything I had to make sure I hadn't taken something from his office by mistake, why else would he run after the taxi for me? But there was nothing here that wasn't mine, and I was left to watch him looking at me driving away on the cold night.

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