A/N I love Ana and Christian together. In my story, Ana's background is very different than her background in 50 shades. Christian's background is relatively unchanged; however, I reserve the right to tweak it for my story. I will also be delving into parts of Christian's past that weren't discussed in the 50 shades trilogy.

Also, this is my first FanFiction ever! This story has been playing in my head for months and I will do my best to update it as much as possible, however, as a wife and working mother, I have a lot of responsibilities that come first!

Christian

"Let me make myself clear Mr. Mackay. Your company is finished. Whether you agree to sell to me or let the banks take over, your companies days are numbered. We are in fact talking days, not weeks or months. It would be wise for you to consider what the best financial situation would be for your family business." I was growing tired of this man's resistance to the inevitable loss of his company. He was letting feelings get in the way of business.

"Mr. Grey, I'm not willing to sell my company for pennies on the dollar. I know you can make a better offer than that, and I'm sure your competitors would love to step up to the table..." I cut him off before he could go any further.

"My 'competitors' are not interested in this deal. Like I said, you literally have days Mr. Mackay, not weeks or months. The amount of time required to put together a deal like this would take weeks at the least." I felt a headache coming on just from dealing with this man's stupidity. "This is the last time you will meet with me. Roz will be your contact. My offer expires in 24 hours at which time I will no longer be interested." I abruptly ended the conference call and slammed the computer screen down in annoyance.

I pushed my chair back from my desk, crossed my left arm over my chest and pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand. I took a deep breath and stood up, striding to the window. I stood there with my hands in my pockets, looking out at the city of Seattle—a city that I owned a good chunk of no less—and took long slow breaths as I felt some of the tension leave my body. I really needed to find a sub, and fast! I don't know how much longer I can live in this knotted, tensed up state. Feeling this tense was great for business of course, but the constant tension was making it hard to enjoy what few moments of serenity I allowed myself. I was no longer able to even enjoy my two greatest hobbies, sailing and flying.

I walked to my desk and grabbed a pile of folders sitting on the right hand corner, then headed to one of the couches in my sitting area.

I picked up the first file in the pile and glanced over the basic information sheet.

Name: Clarice Waters

Occupation: Freelance Writer

Experience: 2 years training with Lord Masterson; 2 years as a service slave with Mistress Kristen; 1 year as sex slave to the house of Winterburn.

Current relationship status: Clear of all contracts; actively seeking a new contract; no known boyfriends.

Orientation: Bi-curious

The next few pages contained her banking information, daily habits, full background check, medical records and reference letters from her previous contracts as well as the required two personal references. The final four pages were her checklist. I quickly skimmed over to the hard/soft limits summary at the end.

Hard limits: Scat, Bestiality, infantilism

Soft limits: Breath play, fire play, golden showers

I could live with that. I looked at the picture included with the file and could feel the tightening in my pants as I imagined what I could do to this girl, still...Clarice? What a name! I threw the file across the room, once again annoyed at the crap that Roger kept sending my way.

I picked up the next file.

Name: Yvette Hamilton

Occupation: Lawyer

I stopped reading there; a lawyer? What the actual fuck? Like a lawyer would have the time to be at my beck and call! Throwing the file across the room I stood up to grab a scotch. As the amber liquid filled the glass I heard the door open and felt the presence of my former Mistress. I heard scrambling feet as Andrea hastily followed trying to stop the force that was Elena.

"Mrs. Lincoln, you can't go in there. Please return to the waiting area or I will call security." I smirked as I downed the glass of scotch and slammed it down on the counter. The sound echoed through the room as I turned and scowled at Andrea.

"You may leave us." I dismissed Andrea as I turned to glare at Elena.

"What do you want?" I barked at Elena.

"Why Christian, is that any way to talk to the woman who can lead you to what you need?" Elena crowed sweetly.

"What the hell would you know about my needs?" I sneered at my former Mistress.

Elena waved a hand at the scattered folders. There were the two I had just discarded and several others I had flung around the room prior to my meeting with Mackay.

"I'm assuming these are the latest cast-offs from Roger" she purred.

"I'm fine Elena. I'm a big boy and can find my next submissive without your help." I started picking up some of the strewn paper so I could send them back to Roger; the information contained on the papers was much too sensitive to be left for the cleaners.

"I can take a hint Christian. I realize that you no longer want me to screen subs for you. I also know that you need a sub and the sooner the better." She walked over to the armchair and sat down, crossing her legs seductively.

"What do you want Elena?" God this woman infuriated me sometimes. I considered her a friend, but I didn't need her butting into my sex life any more. We had been over for quite some time and she was definitely a cock blocker with her dominating ways.

"I am heading out to the lifestyle conference on Master Steven's private island in the Caribbean. I have been asked to give a presentation on mind games." Elena looked inquisitively at me as she spoke, like she was trying to read my reaction.

I turned away from her and walked back to my desk, leaning against with my ankles crossed in front of me. I didn't even know Master Steven had a private island, let alone that he ran a conference in that area.

"What does that have to do with me?" I enquired as I clenched and unclenched my fists and my annoyance rose to an alarming level.

Gracefully, Elena rose from the couch and sauntered towards me with a folder in her hand I hadn't originally noticed.

"Master Steven has requested that you attend the conference as his guest. It is a high profile conference and everyone must sign an NDA to be allowed on the island. There is a reason nobody knows about this conference" she said as she smirked.

"I don't have time to attend a fucking lifestyle conference. I have a multi-billion dollar company to run!" I bellowed at Elena. Why the fuck would she think I wanted to go to a lifestyle conference, with her no less.

"Oh, would you stop being so dramatic. I know conferences aren't typically your thing but there is something unique about this one. Master Steven runs a school on the island, and the students attend the conference. It really is a one of a kind experience." Elena placed the folder in my hands as she walked towards the door.

I looked at the folder. "A school? Students!" I roared. "What the hell? I'm not a pedophile for Christ sakes!" My mind was running a hundred miles a minute.

"Calm down Christian! Just read the damn file! You might not know what you need, but I do; and before you go all crazy, everyone on the island—including the students—is over the age of 21." She blew me a kiss and walked out the door.

I opened the folder and the first thing that my eyes landed on was a beautiful brown haired woman kneeling in a perfect pose of submission. I looked at the top of the brochure I was looking at and saw that it was titled 'Slave school in Paradise'. The brochure contained pictures of slaves serving Masters in a variety of situations including: grooming, housekeeping, social gatherings, formal dinners and of course in the playroom. Just looking at the brochure made my cock twitch. There was a website on the back of the brochure with a private username and password.

Curious, I opened my laptop and brought up an incognito page which couldn't be traced thanks to Barney. I typed in the address and entered the required security information. I was expecting to see some type of porn site but instead I was looking at a very professional website which even had a school philosophy. The 'school' was a place Dominants/Masters could take their bottoms/submissives/slaves to be educated on proper service. Classes were offered on nutrition, grooming for self and owner, protocols, the submissive mindset, exercise, cooking, etiquette and a variety of other areas all with the intent of turning the student into the best slave they could be.

I perused the website further and learned that most of the slaves on the island were owned but some were under the protection of the owners of the school. Master Steven was the head Master, but there were an additional 11 owners. Some slaves were available for contracts and all of their stats were listed on the website. All of the 'students' were referred to as slaves regardless of how they identified, and they were all required to attend the yearly conference and serve the attendees as part of their training. If you were attending the conference alone, some of the slaves would be available to use at the play parties, also as part of their training.

Hmmm...This could prove interesting and maybe by going to this event, I could finally release some of this tension and then I would be able to concentrate more on finding a new submissive. I grabbed the folders I needed returned to Roger and headed out for the night. I gave the files to Taylor to take care of after he took me home.

Twenty minutes later I was in my home office after having removed my shoes, jacket and tie. I sat at my desk and once again opened the folder Elena had handed me. I flicked past the brochure looking at the weekend itinerary.

Thursday

Arrival and registration: 4 pm

Dinner: 6 pm

Play Party on beach: 7 pm – midnight

Friday and Saturday

Breakfast: 8 am

First seminar: 9-10:30 am

Second seminar: 10:45 am-12:15 pm

Lunch: 12:15 pm- 1:30 pm

Third seminar: 1:30 pm-3 pm

Protocol Dinner: 5 pm

Play Party in School playroom: 8pm-1 am

Sunday

Brunch and awards: 11 am -1 pm

Day Play party in school play room or on beach: 1 pm-5 pm

Departure: 6 pm

The next sheet of paper contained descriptions of the seminars being offered. There were several big names attending and a variety of topics were being discussed from setting up a basic contract, to some of the harder elements of play. There was also going to be a fire flogging demonstration on the beach on Thursday night during the party. The conference didn't look half bad. If I had a submissive, it might be something I would attend, but the thought of going alone was unsettling because I would be tense and on edge all weekend with no way to relieve the tension. I was just about to close the file when I noticed the hand written note at the end of the file.

Christian,

I realize I never told you about my school or the lifestyle event I hold every year. I honestly feel like the event would bore you most of the time and you've never been with a submissive long enough for me to consider mentioning the school to you. We are in a bit of a predicament here at the school. We have a slave who has been here for 6 months. I know you have taken the time to peruse our website and are aware that our longest course lasts a week. The owner of this slave is not happy with our efforts to train his slave and is threatening to go public with our information unless we deliver an acceptable finished product. I have been racking my brain as to how to correct this slave's flaws but I am at a loss, and so I am turning to you. You remind me a lot of this slave's owner as you have extremely high expectations and like to play long, hard and rough. I was wondering if you would come to the conference as my guest, however your real purpose would be to consult with myself and the other trainers as to improvements we could make to our program. We have a variety of slaves under our protection that would be happy to play with you at the play parties in payment for your services. I've included a picture of the slave in question.

Master Steven

I sat back at my desk and pulled out the picture. I stared shocked at the picture as I had seen it before. It was the same beautiful woman on the front of the brochure. She was kneeling in a perfect submission pose. The pose was flawless. The way the light bounced off of her hair and fell down her beautiful skin was the only convincing I needed.

I called my pilot and told him to have the plane ready to leave by noon on Thursday.