Disclaimer: The Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy characters used in this story belong to EL James.

ELICIT GAMES by Mrs. Grey to You

I WATCH HIM as he moves across the room. His body lithe and graceful, as he weaves between the crowd. His tuxedo's been tailored to fit him perfectly. It accentuates his muscular physique and draws your eyes to his narrow waist, broad shoulders and spectacular ass.

Nobody wears a tuxedo quite like Christian Grey.

I've been watching him all night, and I'm sure I'm not the only woman in the room lusting after him. He is illecebrous, pulchritudinous, mesmerizing, and I just can't take my eyes off him.

He's been watching me too, and our mamihlapintapai is driving me crazy. I just wish he'd approach me. But he won't, I know he won't. He never does. Though that's probably a good thing, I doubt I'd be able to stop myself from falling at his feet and begging him to take me.

I've come close more than once.

I still remember the first time I saw him. It was a night much like tonight. I'd only been in Seattle for a couple of weeks, and my best friend Kate dragged me to a black-tie event her father was attending. Until he stepped up on the stage, I'd never heard of Christian Grey, and I cursed the rock I'd been living under.

Since that night, four years ago, he's pretty much all I think about.

He consumes me completely.

"There goes another ovary." Kate leans over and whispers in my ear. I can't help but laugh as I turn to face her. "He should come with a warning. Why does he have to be so damn good looking?"

"Do you think it would make a difference? Even if he had Warning Spontaneous Ovary Combustion Likely, flashing in neon lights above his head, women would still flock towards him in droves." I shrug as I take a sip of my drink. "We should invent a repellent, like a gnat spray he could use."

"Would it work on you?"

"No." I shake my head vehemently. "I'll use my own pheromones as the base." Kate bursts into laughter but stops short and nudges me.

"Bitch troll, two o'clock." She points across the room, and my eyes follow her finger.

Elena fucking Lincoln.

That woman gives me the creeps. She's twice Christian's age, and yet she clings on to him like a limpet. I watch her as she moves through the crowd towards him. He's talking to some exec types, and he's not seen her yet.

You only have to look at his face, when she's within five feet of him, to see how much he despises her. Yet, she never seems to get the message. She just keeps coming back like a bad smell. Someone needs to put that bitch in her place once and for all.

"What the fuck is she wearing?" I ask Kate incredulously, "She looks ridiculous."

"I've no idea, but it's two sizes too small, and designed for someone half our age." She huffs. "She looks like a whore."

"She is a whore."

Christian looks up, his eyes finding mine instantly from across the room, and I shiver. Jesus what the man does to me. If he knew what just one glance does to my body, it would do wonders for his hygrophilia.

My eyes flick to Elena and Christian follows them. As he sees her, his whole demeanour changes. His back straightens, his face hardens, and his walls shoot up. He's closed himself off, he's protecting himself, and I'd give anything to be able to go over there and help him. But I can't, it's not my place.

"Come on, let's go to the other tent, the auction will be starting soon." Kate urges, linking her arm through mine. I sigh and look away from him, as I follow Kate out of the dining tent. I hate walking away from him. Especially, when I don't know how long it will be until I'll see him again.

Though it's late summer, it's chilly outside and I wrap my arms around myself, as I cross the Grey's backyard. My heels sink into the grass as I walk, and I cling onto Kate for support, though she's no better off than I am.

"Mia's not taking part this year." I tell Kate as we make our way into the second tent.

"I didn't think she would. She's huge." She laughs.

"I think she's scared her water might break on stage, or Ethan is."

It's busier in this tent than in the other. Guests are milling about with glasses of champagne, the band is playing and old Frank number, and the casino is alive and kicking. I can see Grace at the edge of the stage gathering the women together for the first dance auction. Kate and I make our way over to her.

"Ana, darling," She greets me, pulling me in to a hug, "I thought for a moment you were going to back out on me as well."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world. You know that." I laugh as she links her arms with mine and Kate's and walks us up the stairs and onto the stage.

I'm an old hat at the auction. I've taken part every year since my first time at the Coping Together Ball. I'm not one to put myself on show, but it's for a good cause, and I'd never let Grace down.

I'm going last this year. We're opening up the floor for the younger girls first. It's nerve wracking being stood beneath a spotlight, not knowing if someone's going to bid on you and dreading who that might be.

I was terrified the first time Mia dragged me up here.

"Ladies, please take your seats and Gentlemen make your way to the dance floor for the First Dance Auction." The MC announces and there's a general shuffle around the room as the crowd does as he asks.

The spot light turns to Sophie, the first girl up for auction and a hush falls around the room as the MC motions her forward.

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"And last but no means least, we have Anastasia. Our twenty-five-year-old ballerina, and though she's slightly off balance these days. She'll still turn circles around any of you fine men." The crowd laughs, and I roll my eyes. How flattering. "We'll start our bidding at five thousand dollars."

"Five thousand." Is shouted from somewhere at the back of the dancefloor, and I look up and shake my head at Carrick.

Here we go again.

"Ten thousand." This comes from someone I don't know, and my eyes move around the room, hoping he's here, hoping he'll bid again this year. But the bidding goes up and up and there is still no sign of him and my stomach twists.

Where the hell is he?

"Thirty two thousand dollars, going once, going twice, sol…"

"One hundred and fifty thousand." His clear voice resonates around the room, and my heart slams up against my chest. Just like the first time. My eyes dart around the tent looking for him, but I still can't see him.

Unlike that time, there's no startled gasp or shocked faces. Instead there is a small ripple of expectant laughter, and I can't fight my smile. If nothing else, I get to spend the next ten minutes in his arms. It's a moment I've come to look forward to all year.

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars, going once, going twice, sold to the man in…the tuxedo." The crowd laughs again, but I pay them no mind. Because I've found him, and my eyes are locked on his.

The group of men on the dancefloor, part like the red sea as he moves through them and towards the stage. My heart's hammering against my chest. I feel like a virgin at prom, or to be more romantic, Cinderella at the ball with my Prince Charming coming to claim my hand.

Though with that lascivious look on his face, he looks more like the huntsman.

"I believe this dance belongs to me." He whispers as he reaches for my hand. I'm cheiloproclitic and I can't take my eyes off his lips as he speaks. I want to devour them, and I have to work to temper my basorexia.

"It does, but I only have until midnight before my carriage turns back into a pumpkin."

"Then I best make the most of it." He smirks as he sweeps me up into his arms. I let out a startled giggle and the crowd comes to their feet, clapping and cheering as he carries me to the dancefloor.

He sets me down on my feet and pulls me instantly into his arms. Holding me as close as he can, the band starts to play, and the other couples take their places. This is my happy place, these stolen moments in time when he holds me close, and I can lose myself in my daydreams.

"You look magnificent tonight, Anastasia." He whispers as he starts to lead me to the music. "You take my breath away."

"My husband said the same thing before I left home this evening." I breathe as he spins me out and pulls me back into his arms.

"He's a lucky man."

"And he probably won't be too happy that you've claimed this dance again, sir."

"Then I can only imagine how he will feel when I take you home and ravish you in my playroom until the early hours." A wicked grin lights up his face, and my steps falter. Good God, if he's not careful I'll spontaneously combust.

"I'd say he'd be rather unhappy with both of us."

"That's too bad." He murmurs, his lips just brushing against my ear as he speaks. "Because it's been too long since I've been inside you, little girl, and I'm out of patience."

A flame of white hot desire flashes through me and moisture instantly pools between my leg. I need him. I need him more than my next breath.

"Take me to Escala." I breathe looking up into his dark gray eyes. "Please."

He holds my gaze, his eyes searching mine, looking for confirmation that this is what I want. But he's right, it's been too long, and I've never wanted anything more in my life.

"Make your excuses and meet me at the car." He demands as he pulls away from me. "You have five minutes."

I nod and turn to walk away from him. I don't look back because if I do, I won't be responsible for my actions. I'm too desperate, too needy.

"Kate." I call as I approach her, she looks up and seeing me, she pulls out of Elliot's arms and meets me at the edge of the dance floor.

"What's wrong?" She asks pulling me away from the crowd, "You look flushed, is everything okay?"

"It's fine. I'm leaving. I'll say goodbye to Grace and Carrick, but can you make my excuses for me, please?"

"You're going home already?"

"No."

"You're going back to Escala? With Christian?" She whispers her eyes darting over my shoulder. I know he's there, I can feel his eyes on me. "What about Jose? He'll be expecting you home."

"I'll text him, tell him I'm staying with you." I whisper.

"Okay if you're sure you know what you're doing. Just be careful, I don't want you getting hurt." She sighs, as she pulls me into her arms.

"I will." I promise her, kissing her cheek before darting off to find Grace and Carrick.

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THE JOURNEY FROM Bellevue to Escala is too long. I'm itching to touch him, to hold him, but he hasn't given me permission, and I have to practically sit on my hands to keep from reaching for him.

But as we step into the elevator, my cingulomania gets the better of me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. He comes with no resistance and before I can breathe his name, his lips are on mine, and I'm lost in his deep passionate kiss.

Our tongues meet frantically, tasting, dancing, and retreating. His hands are buried in my hair. His fingers gripping it tightly as his need overwhelms him. He's as desperate for this as I am. I can feel his cock throbbing against my hip, and he lets out a low groan against my lips as I push against it.

I shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong, and I will end up in a world of trouble. But, I just can't help myself. The need, the hunger for him is just too much to contain.

"Fuck, Ana." He moans circling his hips against me and dropping one hand down to cup my sex. "Are you wet for me?"

"Yes." I breathe. My head falling back, as he gathers my skirt and slides his hands into my panties. He finds my clitoris, his long talented fingers circling it relentlessly, and I can't hold back my cries of pleasure.

"Yes, Christian, please."

"Master." He barks pulling his hand away and bringing it up to cup my face harshly. I can smell my arousal on his fingers and the scent, combined with his words and his actions, almost have my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "When you're here with me, I'm your Master, Anastasia. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." I breathe, lost once again in his eyes.

The elevator stops and he releases me, letting my dress fall back to the floor as he steps away. I feel empty, hollow without his touch, and I shiver as I attempt to suppress the need.

"Eyes down." He orders as we step out in to the foyer. I do as I'm told as focus on my feet as I follow him into to great room. There's just a single lamp on and the place is silent. The only sounds are the clicking of my heels, and the frantic beat of my heart.

"I want you in the playroom, ready, and kneeling in position in ten minutes. Understood?" He orders, as he moves towards the bedroom.

"Yes, Master." I whisper, as I turn toward the stairs and head in the direction of the playroom.

If I know him at all, I know he was expecting this to happen tonight, and I know I'll find his playroom set up and ready with everything we'll need. With that thought in mind, I head straight there, bypassing the guest room that I would normally use.

I'm right. As usual the playroom's warm and welcoming. The lights are low and there's already music playing softly in the background. He must have set this all up before he left this evening, and I'm awed by his assuredness.

By the time I hear him enter the room, I'm kneeling as instructed by the door. I'm completely naked, just as he likes me to be. My knees shoulder width apart. My hands resting on my knees. My head bowed and my sex dripping.

I am so passed ready for this.

He doesn't speak, but he gently cafunés my hair as he makes his way over to the dresser. Every one of my senses have attuned him as I await his first order, and I'm in a bundle of aroused anticipation.

I have no idea what he has planned, but I never do. It isn't my place to question him.

"Eyes on me." He instructs, as he moves to stand before me. I look up instantly, my eyes meeting his. His tuxedo has been replaced with his playroom jeans and dear God, as hot as he looks in a tux, he looks a million times better just like this. "I want you on the bed, face up, eyes closed."

He holds out his hand, and I take it gratefully as I climb to my feet. In his other hand he's holding a few lengths of red rope and my stomach flips. He knows of my merinthophilia only too well, and I know that tonight will be phenomenal.

I make my way over to the bed, as quickly and as gracefully as I can. The sheets have been removed, leaving the red leather mattress on display, and it's cold against my skin as I lie back in the centre of it.

"Good girl." He breathes as he walks around to my left-hand side. "Now bend your knees and grab hold of your ankles. I want you wide open for me. I want to see what's mine."

Once again, I do as I'm told. I grasp on to my ankles, pulling them back as far as I can, and opening them wide. He creates a slip knot around my wrist before winding the rope around my ankle and thigh, locking all three together. He takes his time, no double creating a masterpiece. He ties the end of the rope to the ring at the side of the bed, and I hope he's going to take photographs.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Master."

He moves around to the other side of the bed, and repeats his actions before leaning over to kiss my lips gently. I lean my head up toward him searching for more. It's the only thing I can move, and he chuckles darkly as he pulls back and slips a blindfold over my eyes.

"You look sensational, little girl," he moans, and I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling when I hear the camera shutter.

I'll be sure to look at those before I leave in the morning.

"Don't move." He teases, before I hear him walk away.

My whole body's shaking with anticipation, and I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. He hasn't even really started yet, and I just know that before he's finished, I'll be a writhing mess.

He can't be much better, the pareunomania was getting the better of him in the elevator. He must be in agony by now.

"What are your safe words, little girl?" He breaths leaning over me once again.

"Red and yellow, Master."

"Good girl, use them if you need to." He orders as I feel the first bite of the pinwheel against my stomach.

I hiss in a breath. He shushes me gently, and he moves it further up my body. It's heaven and hell all rolled into one. I have to bite my lip to stop from crying out. as he runs it across my breast, and up over my nipple.

He goes on and on, around my body, down my arms, up my legs. The only place he avoids is my clitoris, and I'm in such euphoric needs that I'm close to begging.

"What do you need, little girl?" He murmurs as his lips and tongue find my nipple. "Tell me what you need, and I might just give it to you." He bits down, hard against the puckered flesh, and I cry out as he satisfies the odaxelagnian need in me.

"I need more, Master. I need you to touch me." I cry. I'm desperate for him. He knows how to play my body like fiddle, and he's turned my skin in to one never ending erogenous zone.

"Jesus, you're so fucking wet!" He growls against my nipple as his fingers slip against my sex. "I want to devour you, baby."

I try to clench my thighs, but I can't move, and I have to lie there and take his torture as he continues to bite at my nipples and gently finger my clitoris.

"Please, Master." I beg, my hips moving as much as they possibly can.

"Not yet!" He chastises, pulling back and climbing off the bed. I want to sob. I'm aching with need for him. He's killing me slowly.

"Deep breath." He warns, and I suck in a lung full as he snaps the first one, and then the second nipple clamp into place. I'm on fire, on the edge of orgasm, and if he doesn't give me permission to come soon, I'm going to have to safe word – or fail him.

"Now let me see you." I feel the bottom of the bed shift and then his fingers are on my sex, pulling my lips apart. He doesn't move for a long moment, and then his tongue is on me, and his fingers are buried so deeply that he hits my cervix.

I cry out, fighting to keep my orgasm at bay as he licks and sucks at my sex. His fingers keep their relentless rhythm, hitting my g-spot on every pass, and I feel like I'm going out of my mind.

"I need…I need to come. Master, please I need to come." I beg desperately. I can't move an inch. I'm bound and helpless against his attack.

"Come for me." He demands before he bites down hard against my clitoris. My whole-body locks, my neck arching back against the bed as I let go. Lightning rushed through me, incinerating me, consuming me as I bask in the euphoric rapture he's crated.

"That's it. " He breaths against me before pulling back completely.

I sag back against the bed, my mind still flying, but my body still desperate for him. I don't have to wait long. So, swiftly that I don't have time to register his movements, he's cut through the ropes, and he's dragging my body down the bed.

"Hold on." He growls, and my arms reach out, grasping the sides of the mattress as he slams into me. Pain lances through me, igniting the algolagnia, and I cry out in pleasure as he sets a pounding rhythm.

Every thrust is hard and powerful. His massive girth is stretching me, and he's hitting my cervix every time. I'm losing my damn mind, floating somewhere in subspace, and I'm so close to my second orgasm.

"Give me another one." He demands as he climbs up onto the bed, holding himself above me before ripping the blindfold off my eyes.

I blink up at him through my blurred vision. He's otherworldly, his face shows every nuance of the pleasure he's feeling, and I have to touch him. My arms come up around his neck, and I dig my nails into his soft skin. He hisses as I drag them down his back, satisfying his amychopilia and basking in his response.

"Come with me." I plead as my hips push up, matching his movements and grinding my clitoris against him.

"Fuck, baby." He groans as his head falls to my neck, and he circles his hips against me. "Come. For fuck's sake, Ana, come." He begs.

His words are the push I need, and I clamp down around him as my second orgasm rushes through me like a tidal wave. I'm lost somewhere in a sea of bliss, but I feel him still above me, and hear his muffled curse as he lets go himself, and comes deep inside me.

"Jesus Christ, Ana." He breathes, as he falls to the mattress beside me, "Are you okay?" He gathers me in his arms, pulling me against his chest. I go willingly falling against him as I fight to catch my breath.

"Perfect." I pant snuggling closer and wrapping one of my legs over his. "That was amazing."

"Yes, it was." He whispers as he leans down to kiss my hair, "Are you sure you're okay?" His hand falls to my swollen stomach, and I look up at him and press my lips against his chin.

"We're fine, I promise."

"Good." He sighs lying back, "Did you manage to get a hold of Jose?"

"Yes." I nod against him. "He's fine to stay with Teddy until we get home tomorrow."

"Good." He murmurs, his lips finding my hair again. "So, are you ready for round two, Mrs Grey?"

"I'm ready whenever you are, Mr Grey."

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