Chp2 Christian's Heart Auction

I-5 north:

I drive up the road with my blackmailer, sleeping on my shoulder. Her soft snores and breath fill me with such happiness. I don't understand how three days have changed my world. It's like I've lost the past and am living in the now. I don't have a heart, yet I'm on trial to determine if I do. She cuddles deeper into my shoulder, her hands under my shirt caressing my chest.

How can she touch me, how can I allow her too? Where is my freaking Dom self? I am Christian frigging GREY! CEO! sadist! dominate; Master of my universe. Everyone in the frigging office loves her, making me calmer, more focused, less micro-manager.

Andrea and Roz gush over her, making her my partner, my better half. Welch refused to get me a background on her, saying I need to talk and discovery her past thru communicating with her. Even my mother is taken with her. I can't tell anyone she's blackmailing me. no one would believe it. she's demanding my time, putting me on trial for my sins.

Like mom would believe that after catching us on the living room floor, me in pajama pants shirtless and Anna in one of my t-shirts and panties. Anna touching my chest, back, my body freely and intimately. Anna's panties, the soft smooth skin of her waxed sex. The silky feel of her sex straddling my leg. The madness driving things she causes me to feel, experience, to thirst after. I need to possess her, take her sex in my hand and drive her crazy with need, need for only me. Why are you such a pussy Grey, whimper little pet, little submissive. Elaina sex toy. Cold, unloved, not capable of being loved. My Dom rise and seize my thoughts, turning dark and cruel. The pimp is loving my lust for vengeance.

If I fucker, drag her into my playroom. Control and dominate her to submission. She'll beg to give me the files and disks. A few goes with the cane should do it. YES, watching her perfect skin turn pink and red, then black and blue, welts rising to the surface. Spurting blood like volcano as the skin can take no more. I hyperventilate at the image of her back; my hard dick straining to rape her cunt, ass, feel the blood mingle with my sweat. The screams of pain and begging for mercy, music to my soul and ego. She turns her face to me.

I'm going to be sick. I pull to the side of the road, leap out and throw up. What the hell was I thinking. That's never been me, never have I forced a submissive, never have I broken their trust. The last one begged and begged for harder, more, till the skin broke. I threw up for a week. My nightmares became worse and worse. She even called me begging, pleading for another go, another session in the playroom. I had to throw out all the canes, belts, whips. I couldn't take it, seeing them.

She holds me as my body racks with dry heaves. I feel better, I look into deep fathomless blue orbs of understanding and care. She kisses my forehead. Helping me back into the car. I drink from a water bottle, spiting and rinsing my mouth. She leans over and kisses deep trusting, me? I feel better, we resume the drive.

We arrive at a large warehouse. It's not yet 9am. We head into register for the auction, I hold her hand, it gives me such satisfaction and happiness. She freezes and leans into me, hiding. "What?"

"Shit! Storm'en Norman here, that means Ray's here." Ray who? We're walking, I see a tall heavy set, monster of a guy moving towards us. She turns to a Dark haired, tall heavy shoulders and thick over muscled forearms guy, standing in our way.

"Hi Daddy, this is Christian." Anna speaks bright and cheerful, hollow and a little afraid.

He nods at me, ignoring me. "I thought you were still be at Vancouver?" his low hostile voice should scare me, but my inner Dom, my ire at my fate, rises to the challenge and the resentment.

"No, her housing fell thru. So, she's living with me in Seattle. I haven't decided if she'll work out or return to school. You know how fickled Coeds can be." She tights her grip on my hand ; it aches. I smile at the darkening vista of Daddies face. He sticks his hand out to shake. We shake, his hand is like a hydraulic press, dam the pain, he's worse than Elliot. I squeeze back. "Ouch" we both squeak as Anna applied a nerve pinch to both of our arms.

Holding both of our hands, "You two will stop this, NOW! Christian, we need to register, and check the furniture in the auction. Dad. I'm sure you and Norman want to double check the DIY pieces, we will meet you in the seats, save us a pair." She drags me away.

"What was that about Christian! suicidal now?"

"Hey fair play, you embarrassed me in front of my mom this morning, acted the high and mighty bitch. Ah ouch. Ahugg" I kneel on the floor holding my jewels. I sweat and slowly rise. She's walked to the registration table. I walk over, intending to drag her outside and beat the crap out of her. "Don't you ever do that" the sentence is unfinished as she kisses me. All thoughts and anger disappear in the heaven of her lips and bubblegum tongue. She holds me to her, feeling her perk, pert breast and heat from her loins. I'm hard, rock hard.

"Better, did I mention my Dad's a retired Army Ranger. A retired Army Ranger officer. That he could kill you and bury the body before the cops arrive. So, don't anger him. And if you ever call me that again, I will use full force, instead of the love tap I gave you. understand?" she whispers in my ear, I slightly turn seeing Daddy looking ominous.

"ok, sorry. I shouldn't have said it. you just bring out things in me I didn't know I had."

"OK, Christian let register and see if you like anything." I hold her hand and register. The feel of her hand tease my mind into happier places and thoughts; missing the touch is painful to me. Checking, I can get everything deliver to Seattle for a charge. No sweat. We walk thru the auction pieces, I see several Item I like, Anna point out other, that she likes, she has excellent taste. We wander into the seats.

She sits between me and Daddy. No one talks for a while. Anna show her dad the list we have, he offers critical comments and pricing. I recognize that Ray has a good deal of talent with this. We talk about what he does, I do. And how wonderful Anna is.

The auction begins, Anna lets me get eighteen out of twenty, All for good prices. I should have got the other two items, but Anna made me stop; they were padding the bid, boosting it higher that acceptable amount. Afterwards we wander the "for sell" warehouse. I find a hoard of paintings, I start going thru them, looking for gems, or even steals. "Anna, look around the rest of the Warehouse; buy whatever you think we need." She looks mad, than smiles and wanders away.

Anna-pov

He is lost in the hunt for paintings he likes, or believe worth something. I'm dismissed like an employee or dog. But I look deeper and see the little boy, lost in a treasure hunt. I have to smile, he looks so freaking happy and good. It causes the muscle in my groin to clench. Hot, happy Christian makes me horny.

I walk away finding some candle sticks, and cute nick-knacks. Till I round a corner and see a large set of boxes, thirty formal dining place settings complete with silverware and crystal the list states, excellent condition. Pacific Coast Steamship Company "City of Seattle Steamer". It complete with silverware and crystal, but expensive. I run back to Christian.

"Christian I found the perfect thing for the apartment, a complete formal dining service, but its thirty grand?" I ask breathless. He stares at me like I'm an Alien. "If you like it get it, I'm sure it's worth it, Hey, you two take a cart and follow the lady, whatever she wants. Go Anna. I know you'll get what I need." He kisses me a turn back to the stacks of paintings.

I dance back to the boxes afraid someone else will get them. The guys load them up, behind them I find a the "City of Seattle Steamer" imperial Coffee service and English high tea service. I have them load those as well.

Moving thru I find a twenty-piece set of 1920 soda fountain glasses. Twenty minutes later I find a set of antique 1930's Fostoria Glass Ribbed Sunray No. 2510 Line Crystal Soda Fountain Sherbet Sundae Cups Dishes, these will be perfect for family get-together, ice cream socials and kids.

I return to my intrepid art hunter. Who is smugly talking to Dad, as me and my entourages walks up. Dad eyes the four carts. I smile brightly. Hoping he won't go all Steele on me. Christian zeros in on an odd-looking Table I picked up. "What's this?"

"It's a game table. It has chess, checkers, Chinese checkers, backgammon, Parcheesi, Go, monopoly, poker, scrabble, and Clue. It'll be perfect when the Family visits." I say bubbling over with pride.

He smiles at me, with a million-dollar smile. "I haven't played any of those in years. This is great. I found ten painting worth a good deal more than the mark-up and a bunch of first edition, leather bound gold leafed and edged mostly uncut Library set, about a hundred volumes. These guys will tally up the damage and ship it to Escala. I can't wait to unpack these."

"Well, you kids spent a lot of money. You sure you can afford it?" Ray ask all fatherly and wise. I hug him, "Yes, Mr. Steele I can afford these and much more. Anna never has to worry about money, every again. Ouch my foot! Anna?" Christian says, then hops about cursing under his breath.

"I am not interested in money Grey. Time and your attention is what we are focused on. Understand moneybags." I drill at him. Dad is cracking his knuckles not a good sign.

"I'm Sorry Anna, it going to take some getting used to that; you wanting me, not my money. I'm sorry for being an ass. This is all new to me. you know?' he plea's most honest and thoughtful. I kiss him, happy again.

"How about dinner, my treat?" Dad speaks interrupting our kiss, I feel strangely upset that the mood is broken, I'm getting very addicted to Christian's mouth.

"I'm Sorry Mr. Steele, but we have a Charity event tonight." Christian makes his manners

"I'm staying at a friend's in Seattle, how about lunch tomorrow?" Ray asks. A light bulb goes off in my head. "Christian, were going to your family's tomorrow afternoon, Dad you come with us. Meet Christian parents, family."

Christian is going thru emotions so fast I can't tell what is happening. His eyes are panic stricken and terror hides behind his grey clouds eyes. I stroke his face. He seems to lighten up. I what to drag him away, but Ray is here watching us.

"Yea,_ yes Anna. That's a good idea. Please join us Ray at my Parents house for dinner. Anna will call tomorrow with the Address in Bellevue in the morning. We should meet up about three o'clock." Christian say and deep breaths. "Anna let me get this sorted and meet you at the Car." "OK!" Dad walk me to the parking lot?

We travel exactly hundred feet till the question fly. I answer some, ignore some. But by the time we arrive at Christian Audi he is satisfied for now. I kiss him as Norman in the truck with trailer overloaded with restoration projects pulls up. "Dad, I'll be fine right here, you guys head out." Dad just grimace at me, like I ask him to eat lemons raw and whole. They wait till Christian bounce up. they leave.

Some time later in the auction house parking lot, nearly empty. "I'm sorry Christian if they caused you any" he kisses me. I'm sitting on the hood, he's takes control of my mouth and tongue. Lashing my emotions in a give and take. He breaks back, I have him locked with my legs, he has my head in his hands. "What are you doing to me? how can you make me feel these things. Change my life so easily, willingly. Anna Steele, thief and blackmailer. You've made me want you. when I should be hating you. Come, let's get changed, then eat before the event at Cascadia art museum tonight. The current exhibition is Northwest Photography at Mid-Century. I believe there also showing local artists. We can eat at Arnie's Restaurant down by the Sound and walk over." He is a whirl wind of conflicting thoughts and ideas. Much more complicated than I ever though. I nod. We head over to the Best Western Edmond Harbor Inn.

Walking across the road to Arnie's. We eat in peace and friendship, or young lovers. Christian is on his best behavior. I feel a princess in the dress he secretly bought for me. Our cloths, were waiting in the hotel, I suspect Andrea the blonde six-foot elf is about.

"Ever try oysters?" Christian smirks at me.

"No, are you playing Casanova now, Chris?"

"Mayyybeeeee, Mayybeee not. Try one, you shallow don't chew. Here let me." he squirts a little lemon, and holds it to my lips, tilting it up. it slides down my throat, salt and weird, but I like it. "Emmm"

He smiles and ply's me with more. Slowly the night dissolves into an enjoyable romp. The Charity event is for a battered woman shelters with children. He is so low keyed about giving, it as if he's afraid to be known as caring or human. Many of the guest are shocked he came with a date, a girl. or even that I have opinions and views that differ from Christian.

He loves my armor from the gold diggers, cougars and just plain sluts who usually hound him. He seems taking with several local artists like Trouton and Emily Wood. I find the landscape photos from the forties and fifties particularly moving. After we walk to the hotel, stopping to dance along the harbor sea wall.

We wake to the seagulls screaming their order to the fisherman heading out. I stand and watch the dawn lights play across the Sound. Speckled rays of light filter thru the eastern mountain into the low Harbor. Shadows play hid and seek with the wavelets, washing from the larger freighter cruising by. The far shore light twinkle in the last vestiges of twilight and dawn fierce rise as sunfire flies along the shore.

He moves behind me, molding himself to me. I just feel his emotions and he feels mine. His hard manhood pressing my back sliding between my butt cheeks. His strong magical hands cup my breast, hardening my nipple to Steele spikes. His tongue plays along my shoulder, nibbling my neck driving me to height of pleasure and need. I just stand, a feel, letting the fleet see me in the window of the Harbor Inn, being wanton and loved in my Grannie Night shirt.

Loved, were did that word spring from, I'm not here to be loved. I'm here to judge him, the sadist. The hard-cruel man who ruins lives and destroys people for sport. I turn into him, seeing the lost boy I've grown to know and love. Damm that word again. Get your head on right Anastasia Steele. "Stop. We aren't like that. you know the score. Behave." I walk away to the bathroom.

c-pov

She just walked away from me. I try to analyze what I did wrong. Everything was going so right. I really need to try that new shrink mom is pushing, the Limey. I think I moved to fast, but after last night I don't see anything but her, us. How do I win her? Make her mine. How do I convince her to stay when the ninety days is up?

After I shower and dress, we eat and head home to Seattle. The great room is awash in the purchase of yesterday. After I change into casual jeans and graphic T-shirt for Radiohead, one of my secrets, I collect tour t-shirts for band I see in concert. I check one of the boxes, the formal china from the long dead steamer line, The City of Seattle stares at me. my adopted home. Home? Home is here? I can't raise the thought of Detroit as home. What have I done there, screamed in pain and suffering. Watching my birth mother slowly slip into death.

Anna floats down the stairs in a nice sundress, with flats. The one vice or flaw I've notices is my angel has trouble walking on smooth flat level floor. If there is one minute imperfection she will find it and trip over it. this is logarithmic increase with the size of the heels. I smirk at her, she whirls and curtsies. I bow. I turn on the sound system, and we dance. Till it time to leave.

Ray is meeting us at the house. His truck is parked outside the gate. He follows us in. I for the first time see my parents' house as my home. My childhood home, I always saw it a as prison. We walk up to the house, her hand in mine. I reach to ring the bell. The door opens to reveal my mother, she is beaming like a search light. Introductions are made and we enter to the Chaos of Mia. with a soon to arrive Elliot.

Xxxxx

Grey manor: Bellevue grace-pov

I greet my son and his girlfriend at the door, he called saying they were bring a guest. I usually don't allow it at family dinners. But he insisted. I stare a little taken back at the rough, heavy muscled man behind them. I greet them.

"Grace, this is my father Raymond Steele. I hope you don't mind?" Anna ask polite and contrite. I'm really liking this girl. she seems very natural and honest. Not like the girls Elliot brings around. "Nice to meet you Mister Steele." This is turning into a good evening already. The relationship must be serious if he's met her father and they're bringing him to meet us.

"Please call me Ray. Mrs. Grey. it a pleasure to be here." A deep baritone answers me, I think him and Cary will mesh very well. "Please call me Grace, come in, come in. My husband and daughter are in the great room. We have such a beautiful view of Lake Washington." I lead them in.

Mia is sitting stunned, staring at Christian girlfriend. We never thought he would have one, I was secretly afraid he was Gay. Or worse After Elaina death such vile things came out about her. I worried about her and Christian relationship. But now I see I worried for nothing. Cary walks up.

"Christian?"

"Anna, my father Carrick Grey, my sister Mia. This is my girlfriend Anna Steele and her father Ray." Christian make the introductions. Ray and Cary shake hands. They hold it longer than acceptable. I see the bulge of forearms. "Gentleman? Please be seated."

They break and sit in the chairs. Small talk is very unsatisfying as Anna and Christian refuse to say how or when they met. Ray mentions WSU were Anna was studying, I know Christian has bankrolled some research there, maybe that's when they met. Regardless they are a striking couple and very attentive to each other, I squeeze Cary hand. He raises it to his lips kissing it.

"What about your mother dear?" I ask and the room goes very cold, with the expression on Ray, Christian and Anna face.

"She remarried in Georgia, husband number four. She not in my life very much" Anna says, I feel the pain and anger she emits over her mother. The fact she's on her four marriage tell a tale of estrangement between the two.

I need to recover the mood. "Ok, ladies help me get the food to the table. Gentleman? See about the wine." I expect Anna to balk, but she doesn't. She pitches right in without complaint or drama. Even helps Mia. I'm liking this girl.

Elliot walks in dateless tonight, after the porn star last time, he's banned from bringing dates on family dinner nights. "Hey how come Christian's gets to bring guests?" Elliot whines, taking his seat, sometimes I think he's younger and more immature then Mia.

"Elliot your last guest was unacceptable. This is Ray and Anna Steele. Christian girlfriend and her father." I say proudly. Elliot spits food across the table and room all over Mia. "WHAT?" he bellows in shock. Anna helps Mia clean up as Cary tries to keep the peace. Elliot is playing twenty question without much luck from Christian or Anna.

After dinner Christian shows Anna, the grounds, I suspect the boat house will be a make out point, it was a favorite of Elliot and Mia to say nothing of mine and Cary's. Mia is spying from her window upstairs.

"Our you concerned at the speed this is going? I mean it's early in their relationship. A they're living together, buying furniture and dishes." Ray ask. We are stunned, I didn't know the relationship was moving that fast. Furniture and dishes, I known his penthouse is lacking these things. Does it have meaning?

"Yes, we are. But their young, and Christian is very responsible. We trust him." I speak, knowing the hollowness of my words. As we have no frigging clue what has or about to happen.

"I'm more concerned about the evasive answers to how they met. The keep saying vague and non-answers. What is the mystery?" Carrick ask, the lawyer in him.

"It clear how they met." Ray says. I remember him shutting down Elliot at the table asking that same question, demanding an answer. Christian cryptic "ONLINE!" and Ray's "Drop it Elliot, NOW!" made us all wonder what he knows.

"How is it clear RAY!" Elliot walks into the kitchen. "Yes, please explain" Cary

"Annie told me Christian has Touch issues on his chest and back from before his adoption. Annie was hospitalized by Carla's third husband, I took custody of her from that point on." Ray says, clearing nothing.

"Ray, that doesn't make any sense, honestly. How does that relate" Elliot speaks till Cary stops him.

"Elliot quiet. It explains it completely. The past is the past and we need to support them. How they met is not important to us. That they met and are moving forward. That she can touch is chest and back, make him act his age. That Is important" Cary states. "Dad how they met is" Elliot starts. I nod at my husband. He raises a finger stopping Elliot, that I will be listened too gesture.

"survivor chat room." Is all Cary said. Ray nods grimacing at the words. The implication hits me. Ray said her absent, selfish mother third husband put her in the hospital, that she moved in with Ray. The training as a children's doctor kicks in, they are both survivors of child hood abuse, strong adults. They don't want people thinking their weak, or damaged. The irrational stigma of being a victimized as a child. I know Christian hates people pitying him.

Elliot is lost in the same thought. He's all ways looked out for Christian, anguished over his pain and lonely demeanor the last few years. He nods. "your right dad, their moving forward is important." I see Cary hug him, Ray pats his back. Elliot is so strong and caring; the clown and prankster hides a heart of gold. "Mia got loose and when to drive them from the boathouse." he points out the window.

My daughter sometimes has the brains of a mayfly, that girl is a bull in a china shop sometimes. I hope she doesn't upset the happy couple. "SLAM!" the back-door fly's open and Mia stomps thru the kitchen and up the stairs. MY DRAMA QUEEN? Christian and Anna follow a minute later arguing.

"I'm Sorry Grace, Carrick. I said something to Mia. I could have said it better, less harsh." Anna is apologizing while Christian look mad. "Bro, what your lady say to princess?" Elliot's tack-less question has Christian steaming. Anna puts a hand on his chest and kisses him. Magically the anger is gone. I have just seen a miracle, my son is deeply in love with this wonderful girl.

"I told Mia, I'm not a cloth horse, mall-rat, airhead debutante spending other people's money. She just would not stop demanding we go cloth shopping. Sorry" Anna say honestly. She is like no other girl I've met. Most would be going hog-wild with Christian Amex card. She seems to really just want my sons time and attention.

"you spend a lot yesterday Annie?" Ray says. i cringe at Rays tactless question.

"She spent my money helping me furnish my penthouse. She bought nothing for herself. I have to beg her to spend my money on herself. She very stubborn your daughter." He states hugging her to him, kissing her hair.

"Grace, you should see the formal china service I found for Christian. It's from the old Pacific Steamer line "City of Seattle" from the 20's. with all the silverware and crystal stemware. I think Christian will need a china hutch to display it." Anna changes the subject. sooth a tactful, yes she is a jewel.

"I know a guy who specializes in display cabinets." Ray says

"I do to, Lance" Elliot starts and Ray finish "Morris"

They both laugh and the men start talking wood and custom builds, I hear a library shelf project discuses besides the china hutch. Anna sits next to me at the breakfast bar. I pat her arm. She and Christian look at each other every few seconds. I melt inside at the pleasure my son's happiness brings.

"Theirs a charity ball in three weeks for the hospital. I hope you two will come." I purr.

"I'd love that Grace, although it means spending his money for an outfit. Christian got me a stunning blue dress, for last night at the Women with children Shelter Gala in Edmonton. My only suitable dress is for the office tomorrow." Anna smirks and blushes. I'm shocked they have already come out publicly. They are moving fast. But I see the twinkle in her eyes when she talks of him.

"It would be a good thing if we brought Mia along to help. I know she can be a handful but she means well."

"Ok, it's a date." Anna speaks.

"Anna whatever you want babe, just ask." Christian speaks from across the room. I marvel at my son, so young looking and relaxed.

Xxxxxxx

The house is quiet, Elliot, Ray, Christian and Anna have left. Mia is sleeping after a heart to heart talk. She needs to step back and accept that Anna is in Christian life. It doesn't mean he loves her less. Just he loves Anna. I marvel at the thought, I was beginning to have doubts it would ever occur.

Cary holds me in his arms as we look out the great room windows to the far bridge lights. "do you think that how they met?"

"Yes babe. I think they are very private about that part of their lives. We need to respect them. Besides dear we're invited to dinner next Friday at their penthouse. Christian was gushing over how good a cook Anna is. How cool the dishes and everything she found at the auction. Our son has grown up into a good man and a loving boyfriend. Your mother will blow out your eardrums when she hears." Cary kisses me, washing the doubt and nagging thoughts from my head. Carrying me to bed. Later after several bouts of love making and pleasurable orgasms. I stare at the darkness, praying for my son. let this be real and lasting.

Xxxxxxx

Escala, Seattle: near 2am.

I hold the most precious thing in my life in my arms, relaxed and watching the rain play along the window. Feeling her slow soft breath on my chest. My mind is a wildfire with things to do to win her heart and body. My parents, my family is overjoyed at Anna. Even Ray. I stroke my little blackmailer's brown soft luxurious hair. Tomorrow its back to work. She is coming with me. I can't even think what a day would be like without her.