A/N: Thank you for the reviews on my first chapter. This one is much longer, and does contain a lemon at the end. You have been warned.

I'd also like to clarify some things. First, Christian is still a dominant in this story. Ana, however, is not a virgin (which is explained throughout this chapter.) Some people may think they move too fast, but frankly - if I were stranded on a boat with Christian Grey, i'd probably jump his bones too!

Enjoy :)

July 1st, 7:00pm

"It's going to get dark in a few hours," Christian stated mindlessly. The radio had stayed quiet so far, and so had Anastasia.

She sat on the floor of the deck, her knees up to her chest and her chin resting on them. He sat across from her, one leg extended out, the other with his knee up to keep his arm propped up onto.

"So how long can we survive out here?" Anastasia finally asked. She ignored his previous statement.

Christian frowned and ran a hand through his copper brown hair. He could tell she was afraid - her body language said just that.

"Well, I was planning on taking The Grace out tomorrow for the holiday weekend, so she's fully stocked. I'd say if we plan correctly, we have enough food and drink to last us a week."

"Oh."

He stared at the woman in front of him. He knew nothing about her, and she knew only what the press said about him. Yet they would need to find a way to survive.

"Well, I'm sure your friends already have the Coast Guard looking for you," He said, which at least made her crack a small smile. That is, until it turned into a deep frown.

"If they're even alive..."

He said nothing.

July 1st, 8:00pm

The bottle of wine popped open, and the liquid was poured delicately into two separate glasses. Christian found himself silently thanking Gail for stocking the boat so heartily. While many things had broken, his miniature wine cellar was so packed in, nothing had moved.

The Chardonnay slipped down his throat and gave him a small sense of normalcy. It was the same thing he'd be doing at Escala in the evening, except he'd also be in front of a laptop, barking orders at some incompetent employee. He walked up to the deck with a plate in hand (one of the few that hadn't been broken), and placed it on the floor between them. The grapes and cheese were placed at random as Christian didn't have the same eye that Gail had when preparing food.

The boat rocked lightly in the water, the sound of the waves keeping them both on edge after the storm earlier. He was thankful that he had kept an emergency battery operated lantern below deck so their sitting spot was at least illuminated.

Ana had changed positions, now sitting Indian-style with the glass of wine in her hands. She moved the glass in circles, the wine sloshing around.

"Do you not like white wine?" Christian asked, and he felt a twinge of annoyance. Generally when he handed a woman something, she took it with desperation.

She looked up, almost as if she had forgotten he was there, "No, I do. I'm sorry." She took a sip, "It's delicious, thank you."

Pleased, he smiled. "You're welcome Anastasia."

"So you didn't tell me, what brought you out to the Pacific on this lovely day..." He asked sarcastically.

After she finished eating a piece of cheese, she let out a huff. "Well, my friends had convinced me to go out boating with them - I don't generally go out in the water, because to be honest, i'm not the best swimmer. But I thought it would be fun. It obviously was not." She stared at the glass and Christian watched as her eyes welled up.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, i'm just very worried about them."

"Understandable."

He watched as she silently wept. Ten minutes later she took a deep breath and asked, "What about you? Why were you out here alone?"

Christian stared at her, his demeanor shifting slightly as he stared at the beautiful brunette in front of him. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to tell this stranger everything. It may have had to do with the near death experience they shared, or the fact that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to speak honestly to another human being again.

"I'm involved in a particular lifestyle," He began, "And frankly, it's not one I generally want people to know about, because it's extremely misunderstood. I'd rather not elaborate. Needless to say, the woman that introduced it to me is blackmailing me for money."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I don't...I wasn't expecting that. Can't you tell the police?"

Christian chuckled, shaking his head and finishing his first glass. "No, this is not something I'd want leaked to the police either. In order to report it, I'd have to report the nature of the blackmail."

"Why is she blackmailing you?" Ana asked, popping another grape into her mouth. He was glad to see she was eating, and seemingly relaxed from the wine.

He held up a finger, and stood, his bare feet padding against the floor as he went to the stairs. He went below deck, refilling his wine and then reappearing.

"I recently severed ties with her and wanted her out of my life." Christian said.

"Well, I guess that may make someone mad, especially with all of your..." She blushed, "All of your money."

Christian chuckled, "And yet, with all of my money... we're still stranded in the ocean."

July 1st, 9:15pm

"That was beautiful." Ana said, watching as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The ocean lay still and quiet. They had moved their position to the west side of the boat and watched the sun set from beginning to end.

Christian had laughed internally at the thought of it. Women would beg him to do this. To take them on his boat, and feed them grapes and cheese, and give them the most decadent wine he had. Those women wanted the romance, wanted to be watching the sun set sitting next to him. He didn't do 'hearts and flowers', yet, here he was with a stranger doing just that.

"Yes, it was. Are you cold?" Christian asked when he watched her shiver. The temperature had dropped, giving them a reprieve from the hot sun.

She shrugged, "A little."

He moved closer to her, his arm going over her shoulders. "Just... don't touch my chest, okay?" She had raised an eyebrow, but did no such thing. Instead, she leaned back against his arm, her body meshed into his side.

"So tell me about you Ana."

She sat quiet for a few minutes, enough to make Christian want to confirm that she heard him.

"There's not much to know about me. I'm pretty plain. I'm twenty-one and recently moved to Seattle from Vancouver with my best friend Kate. I was just hired on as an editor for Seattle Publishing, and they're probably going to be very upset when I don't show up for work on Monday for my first day."

Her voice was soft, and Christian found himself enjoying the site of her full lips moving while she spoke.

"I'm sure they would understand.." He replied.

"Either way, what about you?"

"Don't you read the papers? I'm a billionaire megalomaniac who is most certainly gay." He replied with a small laugh which shocked him.

Generally, he didn't find it amusing when the papers reported on him. First, because they were wrong - he was in no way gay. And second, because they had no right to even look into his life. Most times when a story came out revolving around him, it ended with Christian on the phone screaming into the ear of his second in command to 'get those fuckers fired!'.

"You don't seem like a megalomaniac. You seem very sweet."

"You don't even know me." Christian finished his fourth glass of wine. He had felt the effects of it by the end of the third.

"You saved my life. Someone who is obsessed with themselves is surely not going to take the time to dive back into the water he almost drowned in, and then save a woman he doesn't even know." She smiled, "And the gay thing - I don't know what to say about that. Are you gay?"

"Fuck no!" She jumped slightly at his language, and he cleared his throat. "Sorry, but no. I'm not gay."

One small nod, and he watched as her cheeks turned a delicious shade of red.

July 2nd, 2:00am

Anastasia walked up to the deck. The stars were shining brilliantly over her head, untainted by the lights of the city. It was a beautiful sight, and she took a moment to take it in. She leaned against the railing, holding tightly. The bed Christian had shown her to was the most comfortable she had ever been in, but each time she fell asleep she would awake with a start, their current predicament coming to mind.

She was stranded on, perhaps the most beautiful boat she had ever seen, with none other than Christian Grey. The billionaire that owned the majority of Seattle. She had originally learned of him when he gave a commencement speech at her graduation and couldn't take her eyes off of him. In fact, no one could. She had watched after the speech all of the beautiful girls flock him, and she was left in the background, plain and just Ana. His speech had moved her, the main focus being on solving world hunger. She wasn't sure if it had been just for publicity or if he had even meant it.

He was gorgeous, there was no doubt. With a head of coppery brown messy hair, and grey eyes that could pierce through anyone, he slayed women. Anytime he appeared in the papers she saw him in a suit, generally at some event, and alone.

Jose, one of her best friends, had made it his goal to catch him in a picture with someone, anyone because the payout would have been large. The thought of Jose made her frown.

Where were Kate, Ethan, and Jose now? Had they made it back safely? She silently said a prayer hoping they had.

"Are you okay?" She heard the deep baritone behind her and turned to see Christian, shirtless, walking towards her. He looked like he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

"Yes, I just can't sleep." She said lamely, and took advantage of the dark. Her eyes trailed over him, noting his muscles and that V that disappeared into his pajama pants.

"Did you want something else to sleep in? I'm sorry, I had forgotten to offer... we generally keep some clothes on board."

"For women as well?" She raised an eyebrow wondering exactly how many women had been in the same spot she stood.

"Yes, my sister and my mother come out with me sometimes."

She let out a small sigh of relief, and then found herself confused at why she felt relieved.

"Come, let's find you something more comfortable." She let him take her hand and lead her below deck.

In the guest room that she stayed in, she found a change of clothes, pajamas, and an additional bathing suit. Christian informed her they belonged to his sister, Mia, who was about the same size as her if not just a tad bit bigger.

The pajama shorts and tank top felt better on her than the t-shirt and jeans, and while she felt uncomfortable going pantiless, she wasn't going to continue wearing the bikini beneath her clothes.

"You look... good." Christian stated when he watched her walk out from the room. "I'm glad they fit." He cleared his throat and turned from her, and she frowned confused.

Christian watched as Anastasia exited the room and he let out a small gasp, which he hoped she hadn't heard.

"You look... good." He stated. You look sexy, He thought. Damn sexy. "I'm glad they fit." He cleared his throat and turned from her, adjusting his pajama pants.

The silk black camisole and matching pajama shorts hugged her in just the right way, and he had to push it from his mind that for some reason, they belonged to his sister. He noted that she had removed the bikini top, and her nipples were pushing against the fabric, begging to be freed.

You don't even know her Grey! He chastised himself. I wonder if she took off the bottoms as well...

"Thank you. I think it'll be more comfortable to sleep in. Um, Christian?"

"Yes?"

"Why won't you look at me...?" She asked, and she sounded hurt from behind him.

He looked down at his pajama bottoms, and while he was unable to calm himself completely down, it was enough to be less obvious. Or so he had thought when he turned around and saw her gaze drop. In the glow of the lantern he could still see her blush.

"Oh." She said softly, and then bit on her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry Anastasia, it's been such a hectic and ugly day. You walked out, and you just... you look absolutely stunning." He cleared his throat and confidently stepped towards her, using his thumb to pull her lip from her teeth. "I'd like to bite that lip..."

"I'd let you..."

"I'd let you..." Ana heard herself saying, and internally she felt butterflies flapping away inside of her stomach. She felt ridiculous.

He exuded confidence in his actions, and she couldn't say three words without turning so red she was sure the color would be permanent.

She wasn't sure what was happening, or what would happen between them. But she didn't care.

You're lost at sea with the man Ana, She thought to herself. Don't be shy. Be confidant!

Her eyes fluttered closed as she watched him move closer to her. His lips pressed softly against her own, and she sighed against them. She felt his hand cup her face, the other moving to push her hair out of the way.

His lips moved against hers and she felt his tongue protrude forward, asking for entrance into her own mouth. She gladly let him in, her tongue rubbing against his own. They continued for minutes until the kiss had ended with his teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

"Please don't stop.." She whispered, and she could swear she saw his eyes darken.

Christian grabbed her by the hips, lifting her which prompted her legs wrapping around him. He had never been the person who had a one night stand. Only at the club, and that wasn't really considered as such. There were NDA's, background checks, and no awkward 'morning-afters'. But at this point, he wasn't thinking about the morning. He was thinking about the warm woman that was pressed against his body.

He let her go onto his bed, and she fell with a small yelp. He wondered to himself if he could do it, have sex with a woman that didn't know she couldn't touch him, that didn't understand his lifestyle. But staring at the brunette laying on his bed, the moonlight shining in on her, he knew he could.

He walked towards the closet, leaving her on the bed confused. He reached in for the one suit he kept on board and grabbed the tie that lay over the neck.

"Remove your top," He commanded, and found that even in this 'vanilla' situation, he couldn't fight the Dom inside of him.

She stared at him for a moment, as if she was fighting some internal battle. After another nibble to her lip, she pulled her top off to reveal a pair of milky white breasts.

"Beautiful Anastasia... you are an absolutely stunning woman.." He leaned forward and grabbed her hands, going to tie them before she pulled back.

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly.

"I can't have you touching my chest and back... please," He said and she put her hands willingly forward.

The tie was wrapped around them, and he put them over her head where he hoped she would keep them.

He stepped away from her, removing his pajama bottoms and boxers, revealing the large erection that lay between his legs. He grinned when her eyes opened wide.

"Um," She said lightly. "I don't, I don't know if that's going to..."

"Trust me baby, it will."

He watched her squirm when he tucked his fingers into the waistband of her bottoms and tugged, revealing a completely smooth mound.

Her cheeks were turning flush again and he raised his eyebrows at her. "It's adorable when you blush, but are you okay with this...?" He asked lightly, confused why he would even be asking such a question.

"Y-Yes. I'm sorry, i'm just nervous.. to be frank, I've only been with one person before and... it was pretty awful."

One person? "Well, i'll have to change your perception on that then... just let me ravish you baby..."

And he did. From the moment he threw her shorts onto the cabin floor, he ravished her.

Once her shorts were thrown onto the floor, Christian placed himself beside her, his lips crashing down onto hers once again. His fingers slid over her skin, leaving what felt like a trail of heat behind them. Over her nipples, where he took a moment to tug and massage. Down her stomach, where he touched so lightly that her back arched for more. And down between her legs, where his thumb made a home on her clit, moving in circles and massaging.

Her only sexual partner had been her 'high school sweetheart'. A boy named Paul Clayton, whom she had dated for two years. Unwilling to give it up before she turned eighteen, Paul had become more and more impatient with her. When it finally came to doing the act itself, it was as pleasurable as getting bamboo shoved under a persons fingernails.

They had attempted it multiple times after, but each time was short lived and they broke up soon after that. Never had he touched her in this way. Never had he kissed her in this way.

"Oh my..." She groaned and immediately felt embarrassed. He chuckled against her neck, where his lips now sat and she let out another groan when she felt a finger slip between her now wet folds.

She felt herself trembling and between the ministrations of his fingers, and his lips, she felt herself becoming closer and closer to her release. "Christian!" She cried, and he continued, slipping another finger inside of her. "I can't.. I'm going to..." She panted.

"Come for me baby..." He groaned into her ear.

And she did, her body exploding with pleasure. She cried out, her back arching and her legs coming to squeeze together, the feeling of his hands suddenly too much.

She vaguely heard the sound of foil ripping and barely had time to recover before he was hovering over her, sliding his erection in between her folds to lubricate himself.

"ooohh..." She said when the head of his cock touched her swollen clit.

She had thought she'd be ready to take him, but when he sheathed himself within her she found herself letting out a cry, the pain of his largeness hitting her.

"Fuck you are tight.." He groaned, and covered her lips with his mouth, while he began to thrust.

Slowly, she felt the pain ebb and be replaced with pleasure. Pure pleasure. She felt full, she felt sexy, and she felt wanted by this man on top of her.

She wanted to grab him, touch him, anything - but her restrained hands made that impossible. He was grunting atop of her, and moments later sat up, grabbing both of her legs and pulling them towards him. This new position felt even better, his cock reaching areas inside of her she didn't even know existed.

"Do you like that Anastasia?" He asked her, and she could see in the moonlight the dark look on his face.

"Yes! Please!" She cried, the feeling inside of her building once more.

This position lasted for another moment, and he gave her one more hard thrust before he flipped her over.

She yelped in shock, her face pressed against the pillow. She felt empty without him inside of her and cried when she felt only a finger slip in. "No!" She pushed herself up to her elbows, pushing her behind high in the air.

It was met with a hard slap, and she let out a cry of pain and shock.

He spanked her, much less hard than any of his submissive's had been, but he still felt her body slightly tense up and heard another cry leave her lips.

No, she had said when he fingered her. His dominant personality took over, the word no ringing in his ear. He would play with her, just a few spanks to get a little of his need met.

He was unprepared for how good she would feel. Her velvety walls had tightened around him to the point where it was almost painful, but still too good.

He rubbed the area he had slapped, her milky skin showing pink in the moonlight. The sight made his waiting cock twitch.

"I'm going to fuck you hard now..." He stated, with another slap to her ass.

He listened when the cry of pain had turned into a cry of pleasure. "Please!" She yelled.

He thrust himself inside of her, hard, and grabbed her hips to ensure she wouldn't fall forward. In and out her thrust, his groin slapping against her behind, the sound filling the room.

He could feel her tightening, and felt himself building towards his orgasm.

"CHRISTIAN!" Anastasia cried pushing herself back against him.

"FUCK!" He growled when she released around him and he joined her, her walls tightening more against him squeezing every last bit of cum he had.

He removed himself, pulling the used condom off and throwing it into the empty bedside trash that he had placed upright.

She collapsed, and he watched her breath heavy, the sheen of sweat making her skin glimmer.

He lay down beside her, reaching to grab her hands and untie them. He could heard the soft sigh coming from her throat. It sounded as if she had fallen asleep, and with a grin on his face, he found himself dozing off beside her.