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Stranger at my door

CH03: Christian


Monday, May 9, 2011 GEH, Seattle WA

"Good morning, Mr. Grey." Andrea smiles as I step out of the elevator; my answer is a sharp nod; I walk pass her and go to my office. My office has large windows that allow me to view the Seattle's skyline; it is a gloomy stormy day outside.

I expend the early morning in meetings followed by a gym visit. Even after my trainer has kicked my ass my mood is as grey as the weather. One day transforms into the next, weeks into months blending into more of the same – meetings, work, mergers and acquisitions.

The only relief to my gray monotonous life has been my decision to send shipments to Sudan, otherwise, my life and work is monotonous. I have not had a submissive in months and it is affecting me.

Yes, I think a petite brunette is what I am in need of; face blushing, legs red with the bite of a paddle, bound and ready to be taken for my pleasure as I see fit...

"Sir, one Ms. Williams to see you." Andrea's voice interrupts me.

"Who?" – I heard her but I am surprised and unhappy about this.

"Ms. Leila Williams, Sir."

"Let her in" I bark sounding like a sulking teenager.

I open my door enough to let my unexpected visitor into my office. "This is irregular, Ms. Williams. Why are you here?" my voice showing my displeasure.

"I am sorry, Sir." She says shyly standing next to the closed door –she knows her place at least. I have not invited her in.

"Continue."

"I need a new Master, Sir." She does not lift her eyes from the floor, her face downcast, her arms behind her back. Her tits are as perky as always.

"I thought you had a husband, Ms. Williams." She left me, ended her contract to go and marry some fucker.

"We are not together anymore. I left him for my boyfriend, Trevor, but he died in an accident a couple of weeks ago, Sir."

After a long pause I state the obvious. "I see. You need someone to take care of your needs now, and you thought of me."

"Yes, Sir. I think I pleased Master. If you have me, I know I can please you again, Sir." Her voice a little above a whisper.

I am silent as I consider entering into a contract with her. I never had the same submissive twice, yet here I am in need of a new sub. I walk around her, examining her body and I lock the door behind her.

"Take everything off," I order and walk to my desk. Once I sit down, I see she is completely naked and has folded her clothes neatly by her feet. Her body pleases me, this arrangement is convenient and she is eager. I have made my decision, I ignore her and make some business calls.

Then, after about an hour, I walk over and finger her – she is dripping wet.

"Always ready to please me, I see." She smiles briefly but does not answer; her eyes always downcast. "Very well, Friday, at seven. You know what it is expected of you. You may speak, get dress and leave."

"Thank you, Sir." She bows her head and starts getting dressed avoiding looking directly at me.

"Ah, and Ms. Williams, never ever again come to my office. It is a hard limit; do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir". I look forward to pleasing you."


Grey Mansion, Medina WA Sunday night

I point to the reflection looking, staring from my bathroom mirror and yell "STOP, just stop it!" I throw the hand towel I am holding; I look tired - I am tired.

I need to stop thinking what ifs.

What if I had taken a submissive, a number sixteen, instead?

What if I had not finish the contract when she said she loved me?

What if when she called 'with news,' I had listened instead of cutting her off and reminding her of the NDA?

What if I had been at Escala that day?

I close my eyes and rub my forehead, what if she had shot Christy instead?

Tonight, as every other night for the last nine months, I have a choice. Door number one is the easy route; take a pill and sleep. It would be a sound sleep with no nightmares. Or at the very least I won't remember them which is almost as good. The only problem is that I hate to depend on pills. Behind door number two are a few precious hours of sleep, dotted with nightmares and loneliness, darkness and despair until daylight break.

Tomorrow, I am taking my daughter to Dr. White, a child dentist. I am surprised at the lack of children dentists around. It seems not too many dentists choose to specialize on babies and children. It seems to me that baby teeth are just as important; babies and children matter – a fact that is often ignored.

Christy was only ten months old when the incident with Leila happened. There does not seem to be any residual effects, but she is emotional, and scared of loud sounds. I am keeping an eye on her; maybe a few bad hours do not leave lasting effects – like mine.

If I have anything to do with it, she will not be like me – a fucked up shell of a person. I want the best for my Christy; maybe, just maybe, there will not be any long term issues.

Door number one it is; at the very least I will not have bags under my eyes.

I reach over and take my pills with a glass of water, and brush my teeth. By the time I reach my bed darkness overtakes me.


Grey Mansion, Medina WA Monday

The sunlight is bright, so I squint as I try to shake the hold of the night out of me. I hate taking sleeping pills; I wake up groggy and confused. As I make my way out of my room and into the hall, my mind in an infinite loop, I repeat what know is true. 'I am Christian Grey, Christy's father, thirty years old; I love my baby, she is my life; us against the world, Christy and I together, a family of two. I am Christian Grey, Christy's father, thirty years old…" The chant helps me chase my morning confusion away.

I no longer live at Escala; I bought a house, a complex really, in Medina. It is close enough to my mom; but, it is isolated and hidden by hills so the paparazzi have a hard time reaching us. It is a family home, for Christy and I.

"Morning Gail!" I greet as I check on my girl. Christy is getting her night time diaper changed. I give her a kiss and I am rewarded with her best smile and her sing song "dadadada."

Gail is Christy's nanny, more like her surrogate mother. Gail was once my housekeeper but stepped in wonderfully to care for Christy. Now I have a large house staff and Gail's duties include overseeing them as well – Gail is my right hand woman at home.

We make our way to the breakfast bar, where Maggie – or chef - has our breakfast ready. Taylor, my head of security, is waiting for us. He smiles, and helps Gail as she settles a squirming Christy on her high chair. Christy is having cereal and mashed bananas. It is an omelet and coffee for me.

"Eat your food there, Princess." Christy has always been cared for, that is the one thing I am grateful to Leila for, Leila did not abuse Christy - unlike me.

"NO!" she says with her pudgy fingers smeared with sticky cereal. I have learned her response to everything is no.

"Well, you are not getting anything else until you do." Gail feeds her the breakfast somehow managing just a small mess.

After breakfast, it is bath time. I love washing Christy's hair, so that is my job. Unconsciously, I look at her chest and back, looking for cigarette scars that I know are not there. I cannot help it; she looks so much like me. Always at this time I leave and Gail manages everything else.

By eight thirty, we are ready to go and I insist on driving Christy this morning. The security team follows us closely – they are never too far behind, a not so nice reality of being Christian Grey, CEO. A fact that Christy needs to learn since it is a perk of being my daughter.

Columbia City is about thirty minutes away from Medina; a suburb of Seattle, I am expecting a young friendly doctor whose offices look more like a kindergarten than the typical dentist office.

"You are going to be good and show your pretty teeth to the doctor, won't you Princess?" I ask her as I hoist my daughter onto my hip. She holds on to my chest, it does not bother me that she touches my chest. Christy and Mia, my sister, are the only ones that can do so.

"NO!" Christy answers with her small but very high voice.

"I'll buy you ice cream!" I can see her little wheels turning. Is it worth it? Ice cream in exchange for showing her teeth; we reach the door and it is closed – odd.

I let Christy ring the doorbell and she is fascinated. I never realized before that Christy has never had to ring the doorbell anywhere. It is a new experience for her, and she is smiling. Her smile fills me with joy.

Christy pushes the button again and giggles. I love her giggles, they lift my spirits and I smile. I smile at the simple joy of seeing my child happy. I hear someone coming to the door and Christy rings once and then again. She is laughing a belly laugh that I adore; I am smiling at her.

Christy and I are having a good old time with door bells when the door is pulled open. I lift my eyes and see the woman of my dreams; she is perfect, kissable mouth, long brown hair, legs that go on forever, alabaster skin, small little waist and tits just the right size. But what draw me to her are her guileless blue eyes, they seem to see through me.

The woman is not wearing much of anything, only a tiny red outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. She has tiny shorts and a small spaghetti strap t-shirt that falls to her shoulders and show the form to her perked up nipples. She is breathing hard as if she had just run to answer the door, her skin is shiny with sweat and all I can think of is I want her, I want to fetter, fuck and flog her and fuck her again for good measure…

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A/N: CH04 will not be published this week.

There are several reasons, I participated in the Lyric Challenge, take a look the stories are great and it was good fun. Also, I have been dealing with pink eye - it is almost gone now - because of it, I could not burn the midnight oil on this one. You can find the list (back to FF) for all the participating stories in my blog: fsog-challenge-links dot tumblr dot com

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