Note from MrsGrey101: Here's a bit of how Christian see's this. I've never written from a man's perspective before so I hope I've done him justice. It ties in with Chapter 1. Enjoy.

From C's POV

I can see her before me, she's safe, she's back. My eyes refuse to focus. I want to hold her. Why the fuck didn't she come home like I told her to?.

My heart starts beating again. My stupidity, my actions, my history, my need for control put her in danger. It's my past that's the problem.

Fuck. I'm such an idiot. I can't let this happen again. I'm not good enough. I can't take care of her, not the way she needs me to. I know what I need to do.

I can feel the blackness take hold of me, the dark, the safety in the shadows. Yes, yes, the safety of being told what to do.

I've missed this, I kneel on the floor head lowered, tell me what to do Ana, tell me how to love you, show me how to love you. Take control. Good girl Ana.

I hear her telling me to get up. Show me you love me, I need her now more than ever to hurt me the way I nearly allowed her to be hurt. I need to feel her make me feel real again. Seeing her in the same room as Leila…I can't wipe the image from my brain, it should never have happened. I need to be taught a lesson.

"You need to eat Christian, sit" I move mechanically to the bar stool, my legs moving me, steadily, precisely. God, I was good at this. I've missed this. Elena always said it's what I needed. She was right. I don't have to do anything. This is easy.

She's moving round the kitchen, I can sense her movement and my mind starts to sway in its own dance following the motion I can hear her body, her beautiful body making. This is torture in itself. Being so close and not touching. She puts a plate in front of me and I automatically begin to eat, it's tasteless, my world is nothing I just wait for her instruction, for her to make me survive.

"I'm not eating Christian and I've had far too much to drink. Are you going to do anything about it?" Her voice is taunting and playful. No, Ana, that's what the old me who put you in danger would do, that me would give you a hiding riding now.

"Answer me!" She's come round the breakfast bar and is now standing inches from me. Yes, that's right baby, come closer, show me how much it can hurt.

"Answer me, please" she's pleading with me. No baby. Don't beg, command! You can do it baby, I need you to.

"God you can be so, so exasperating, answer me. NOW" she shouts the last word.

"No" come on baby, give me a break. Take control.

I can picture the first time Elena really took control, we were in her kitchen. It was about a week after that first slap round the face. Unusually she'd allowed me into the house. She told me to take off my pants and to lean against the kitchen island. I was so excited. It was the first time she used anything other than her hand on me. The metal of the spatula slapping against my skin caught me by surprise. The pain and the thrill were so overwhelming.

Ana has her arms around me, when did that happen? I'm aware that she's saying something but I can't make out her words, I'm caught off guard by her sudden rush of affection to me and from the memory of Elena.

"No what?" her voice is back in focus.

"No, Ma'am" it's like my hearing has suddenly started working on a whole other plain, I can hear the hair on her body stand on end, the muscles in her stomach tightening as I say the words.

Come on baby, I can feel how much you want to do it, just trust yourself. You know you can, you with your smart mouth, take control Anastasia. Saying her name in my head is like an elixir.

"Go to bed Christian"

It's an order. I rise and walk out of the room.