A/N I am so glad you all like the concept, I am really enjoying writing this story.

Ana

I am not a sex addict but I want this man so bad at the moment that I will admit to anything. After a long drawn out conversation in which I lied about my sexual activity during the week, I told the group I didn't have any intercourse when in fact there hasn't been a night that has passed by in which my bed was empty, I sit down and wait for the object of my desire to stand up and reveal all about himself. I want to know what lies beneath the exterior physically and emotionally. I need to know what makes him tick and what buttons I need to press in order to get my fuck. Everyone has their quirks, triggers in place which when pressed releases the beast inside. I want his beast to ravish me.

It finally falls upon the mysterious man to speak and as he stands my sex clenches in excitement. Unlike his initial demonstrations he has resisted any opportunity to look at me, his head doesn't turn when I move but his lips curl when he catches my body from the corner of his eye.

"My name is Christian Grey"

"Hey Christian" The group say in unison and I roll my eyes. So tedious

"I am not a sex addict, merely a man who enjoys female company but unfortunately has a interfering older brother who refuses to wear earplugs..."

I grin widely. This guy doesn't take shit from nobody and it is such a turn on. I have no idea what us woman find so irresistible about a man who oozes power and authority but when they enter our radars it is near impossible for us to ignore. The more he speaks the longer he stands and the more time I get to stare at him. This man is finger licking good. Perfect in every way, from the tips of his silky, styled messy copper hair right down to his lean, hefty, muscular chest and long powerful legs. My breathing has accelerated, my nipples are painfully straining against the lace of my La Perla bra and as for my panties well they have been rendered pointless. I am turned on by his aura and the strength he portrays. Christian is the kind of lover who will pound you into next week and aims to make you come harder than you have ever come before and won't stop until he achieves his objective.

Personally I wouldn't say I have a type; more often than not. I am attracted to men who stand out in a crowd. There are two types of men in this town; your typical heartthrob who would push his grandmother in front of a bus to get ahead or the older gentlemen looking for a pretty young wife to parade around on his arm and lavish with designer clothes, fast cars and plastic surgery. I have entertained both to no avail. I am too strong and independent to be pushed around and moulded into the perfect step-ford wife, god knows my mother has tried my whole life with no success. Christian continues to introduce himself and I am hanging on every word, fascinated by the way his mouth moves when he speaks. His voice is practised and poised. This man is very self assured and so he should be, he tells the group that he has his own multi billion dollar company which he created and built. Another alluring aspect, a man who hasn't been gifted a career by daddy but has put in the hours and hand crafted his own fate and success. The more time ticks on the more I get tangled in his web.

As the session draws to a close Christian once again turns his hooded eyes in my direction, openly inspecting what my body has to offer. If that is the way he wants to play it then fair enough. I push out my full breasts and slowly open my legs before crossing them, making sure I elongate my pins as much as possible. I run my fingertips over my lips highlighting their plumpness then moving my caress down to my neck. Those grey orbs follow my every move, taking in every bump and every curve and to my utter delight I notice his arousal pushing rather unashamedly through his grey suit pants. Unable to stand the pulsing ache emulating from within my panties any longer I stand and interact with these boring idiots in an effort to soothe and distract.

This method proves to be ineffective and I need to cool off desperately. Christian is still in the room so I approach the refreshment table slowly ensuring I move my hips seductively. I know he is watching every step and I fully intend to entice him in. I know every trick in the book, they have all been put into practice a thousand times over. You see men like a challenge, a game. They like to feel like they have earned their fuck, an easy woman will be tossed aside and forgotten about at the drop of a hat. A man should crave a woman. She should entertain and consume his every thought. This theory is especially important when it deals with a man in power. They have people to pander to their needs every second of every day so the game of seduction is a breath of fresh air.

I reach the table and start to prepare my coffee. If this was Mr Nobody on the street, I would have no qualms about grabbing the man by his dick and leading him back to my house to fuck his brains out but that won't work here. If I did that, I would lose his interest in 3 seconds flat and although I am not looking for anything serious it is not only his needs I worry about satisfying, it is also my own. Being a woman who knows how to use her feminine charms, I find it is very empowering and being forced into a group such as this does add an element of doubt. I like the way I feel when a man is pouring all his affection and lust over me; when I orgasm, every worry swimming around in my head disappears and I completely lose all my inhibitions. What is wrong with escaping to that world? Why does it make me an addict? It has been a while since I participated in the game, but I am fully invested in it now. I will without a doubt have to find my release in some form or another tonight and if it isn't with Christian then I will have to just settle with my dildo or go out and pick up some random guy who will quench my need. You cannot wind a girl like me up to this point of frustration and expect her to doing nothing about it. He knows this...

Christian hasn't appeared at the table so I decide to leave. If a man wants you bad enough he will do everything in his power to find you so that is what I will do, I will place the ball In his court. I say my polite goodbyes to Thomas and some of the other "addicts" then leave. As I reach my car I hear the chime of my iPhone

"Hey Joanne"

"Ana hey. How was your meeting?"

"It was the same as last week. Shit. I am not going again and if you force me I will organise a hit. You know I have the connections my dear cousin"

"And you accuse me of being over dramatic. Please tell me you stayed to the end?"

"Yes I stayed."

"Good. I spoke to your mother earlier"

"I'm sure that was thrilling"

"It fact it was she told me about the benefit lunch she is holding on Sunday. Is your presences required?"

" Begrudgingly yes."

"Oh Ana when will you just accept the world you live in? It is all about keeping up appearances; wear a pretty dress, shake the hands of a few heavily made up women, you know the ones with the perfectly manicured claws and smile. Not too much to ask is it?"

"See that's where you are wrong dear cousin. I cannot be forced to be one of these women, they sadden me. Most of them were born into this society, like myself, but instead of making a stand and learning how to fend for themselves they rely on men. Control and money is what runs this town and I am not denying i need both, however I refuse to get it by those methods"

"How many times have we had this argument?"

"Too many times to count and we never agree. I know you want the fairytale Joanne and honestly I commend you for holding out for that. I guess I have become so cynical over the years."

"We are going to fix that"

"Oh how optimistic! I'm afraid I am past that point." I laugh " So I will see you Sunday then?"

"You sure will. Oh your mother told me to tell you that you need to be on your best behaviour because the camera's might be there filming for the next season of Real Housewives. She doesn't want any Brandi Glanville antics from you " Joanne's impression of my mother is uncanny

"I love Brandi, she certainly rocks the boat within that group. I best go, gotta drive my baby home and get ready to finish the night off in style"

Joanne groans " Really! You learnt nothing from that meeting?"

"Nada. I told you completely pointless. Goodbye Jo"

"Bye babe"

I smile and haphazardly try to open the car door whilst still holding my phone, purse and keys. I really do love my cousin, we may differ on many issues but truly she is the only person I can talk to openly and honestly without the threat of judgement you often get around here. My other friends, Carly and Jessica are the epitome of the stereotypical Beverly Hills girl, blonde hair, dumb as a lamp-post and carry their small dogs around in their $3000 handbags. They see me as the bad girl, the non-conformist but in reality, I just have an opinion and I am not afraid to shout that opinion from the rooftops.

Completely away in my own world I don't acknowledge the figure hovering behind me until I am trapped between the hard body and the car

"I want to fuck you. To bend you over and thrust hard into your pussy" Christian's aroused voice surges straight to my dripping centre causing a soft groan to escape. He urges himself into me so my ass is nestled in his groin and he starts to simulate his words

" I think you have forgotten my affliction Sir. I am to abstain" My palms are flat against the cold glass window as we effectively dry hump each other in the middle of the parking lot.

"Like fuck you will. I can see it in your eyes. You wanted me from the very first moment I stepped foot into that room and let me tell you Miss Ana." His lips brush the shell of my ear "The feeling is entirely mutual."

"Nice to know and although all of the above is fact, there is something else you might want to know about me " I turn in his hold so that we are face to face. I reach out and my tongue darts to his closed mouth, gently skimming his sweet lips " I have an incredible amount of willpower. How about you?"

Christian slowly leans down so our foreheads touch, then whispers "You are about to find out"

And then he is gone.

As I race through the bright lights of Hollywood, I reflect on my encounter with Christian. It was perfect. We both understand what game we are playing here and as experts we know just how far to push it. The one good thing about acquaintances like this is that there is no attachments. He knows what state he has left me in just like I know what I do to him and we both are well within our rights to go and find a way to satisfy that ache. Sex is sex. No strings. No feelings. Just how I like it. After a 45 minute drive back to Malibu, and a wonderful relaxing view of the sun setting, I reach my house and immediately head upstairs to my extensive closet to pick out tonight's outfit. After much deliberation, I finally decide upon my red bandage Herve Leger dress with black studded Louboutins and an Alexander McQueen clutch. My lips are red, eyes are smoky and my hair is still pinned up into a messy rock bun. I call the car service and while I wait I pour myself a Jack Daniels and Coke.

Drai's Hollywood is bouncing with eager patron's tonight and I immerse myself on the dance floor straight away. As I have already helped myself to few pre drinks, I can feel that cloudy haze begin to drift over me and the added addition of the music only heightens my enjoyment. Strange hands slide all over my body as I lose myself in the atmosphere, who needs a self help group? This is my therapy and what a glorious effect it has. There is a small interlude from the DJ so I open my eyes and I'm confronted with a familiar sight. Christian.

He is leaning against the bar watching me as he sips on his glass of whiskey. I smile alluringly and give him a cute wave which is returned with a cheeky wink. The man has been following me but it doesn't scare me an ounce, in fact it only serves to turn me on more. He wants me. I want him, so that is what will take place here and now. Scanning the room quickly I notice signs to the private rooms and without hesitation or indicating to Christian I go in search of a free space.

Without fail he follows me into one of the VIP rooms but I still keep up the pretence. After placing my Alexander McQueen purse down on the private bar, I pour myself a vodka and quietly sip. Christian is standing in the corner by the door, observing. Stalking his prey. I switch to shots of Tequila and tip one down my throat making sure I expose my bare neck. I make soft mewing sounds as the liquid slides down, the gentle burn heating my throat.

The tap of expensive leather shoes against the tiled floor alerts me to his movements and heightens my arousal. His strong arms surround me from behind as he grabs the bottle and a shot glass and pours himself a drink. His groin is pressed into my ass again and I wiggle slightly. Next thing I know, Christian swings me around and up into his arms. Without uttering a word Christian holds me against the bar and with one hand pushes up my Herve Leger bandage dress and rips off my purple thong. Hooking both hands under my knees he spreads my legs as far as they will possible go, I hold myself up by my elbows resting on the wooden surface. His head then disappears between my thighs as his mouth opens up my pussy and devours my clit. This is what I wanted from the first time I saw him, watching his head bob up and down as he sucks, licks and teases me. Before I know it I am coming into his mouth and Christian is lapping up every drop.

Without letting me go he unzips his jeans and pushes them down to let his enormous cock fall out. Oh my God! I moan at the sight, this is going to be glorious and although I have just hit the dizzy heights, I am more than ready for him. He rips down the front of my dress to reveal my aching nipples and he attaches his mouth to them. I can still feel the wetness from my pussy as it coats my little nubs. He lets go of me with one hand in order to grab himself and stroke his erection up and down my wet pussy, teasing my clit and lubing himself up with my juices. Without warning he thrusts himself and we both cry out. This is astounding!

He holds still allowing me to feel every thick ridge of his impressive cock before starting at a punishing rhythm. I am clasping the bar for dear life as he pounds into me and I clench around him to send him wild. This is by far the best sex I have ever had and I don't want it to end but sadly I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm, my body starts to tremble and fortunately I think Christian is close too as his grunts are become more frequent and his face furrows with determination. He hitches my right leg over his shoulder so he can change the angle and hits my g spot dead on and I convulse into ecstasy. Christian pounds a few more times before spilling gloriously inside of me, in fact he is so big there is no room left so the white gold covers his magnificent love stick. Not one word was spoken, just sounds of pleasure. It is a good job I am on birth control because we were both too far gone to be responsible.

Christian pulls out of me and I am left panting and oddly, feeling bereft. What the hell just happened! I never feel like this after sex, normally I can't wait to hop on out and leave my temporary lover in bed but right now all I want is for Christian to hold me.

Snap out of it!

He pulls up his Calvin Klein's and jeans, tucking himself in. I sort out my dress and watch as he talks on the phone. I should have just picked up some stranger and left. If I did this would never have happened, it must just be the mind blowing sex. Yes! That's it!

Christian saunters over to me, smiles and kisses my forehead. The affectionate gesture almost shatters my tough exterior and turn my heart into goo.

"It was a pleasure Miss Steele. A+"

"Why thank you Mr Grey. You were also exemplary"

"We aim to please. Have a nice night" He kisses the back of my hand and walks out

HAVE A NICE NIGHT!

I shake my head and jump down. It is out of my system. I fucked him, he left. Job done. Onto the next poor unsuspecting victim

A/N Somehow I don't think its going to be that simple! Tell me what you thought