Chapter 7: The Media Frenzy, Part 1 (Christian's POV)

By the time we got out the door, there were a dozen cameras in our faces, not counting the bystanders holding up their iPhones. I put my hand on the small of Anastasia's back and guided her protectively through the crowd to her car, where Taylor opened the door for her. I crawled in behind her.

"Nice car," I muttered, admiring her Tesla Model X.

"Shut up, Christian," she responded. "Fuck!" she added as she looked out the tinted windows at the media frenzy as we drove away. She grabbed her phone from her purse and made a call. As she waited for the person to answer, she took a deep breath and composed herself. She sounded like the level-headed CEO that she is when she said, "Hannah, I need you to assemble my PR team. 3 p.m. My office. Thanks." She ended the call and looked at me. She sounded completely relaxed as she said, "Not much leg room back here. I usually ride in the front with Luke when we take the Tesla. I prefer to drive it, of course. Handles like a dream, and goes for weeks without needing recharging. But if I had known that Christian fucking Grey was going to accompany me through a paparazzi parade, I'd have had Luke drive the Rolls Royce today. It has a much nicer back seat." To the average person, she would have seemed calm and composed. I noticed her heavy breathing though, and she also seemed to be trembling a little.

"Ana, first of all, will you PLEASE STOP CALLING ME THAT?" I raised my voice slightly to emphasize how much I hated the name that she kept repeating. Then I said, more calmly, "Just call me Christian, OK? No surname, no expletives, no promises to submit to me. Just Christian."

Anastasia glanced uncomfortably at Sawyer and Taylor in the front seat, who were both watching the traffic and doing a fantastic job of pretending to ignore us. Then she smiled at me and agreed. "OK, no more fucking Grey," she said. "Although I kind of liked it," she added under her breath.

"Well, I don't, so thank you," I responded. "Second of all, you know I never apologize, right?" When she nodded, I continued. "That's because I usually don't have a reason to. But when I'm wrong, I am man enough to admit it." I reached for my wallet, took out a $100 bill, and handed it to her. "You were right. I'm sorry about the paps. I should have known it would happen. I could have prevented it."

She accepted the money without argument and put it in her purse. "You're distracted," she replied. "It throws you off your game. Makes you do crazy things. Like offering to give a chunk of your company away."

Sawyer spoke up from the driver's seat. "Ana, where am I taking you?" he asked. "Ismintis or GEH?"

"GEH," she answered before she turned toward me and asked, "Are you sure your office is clean, Christian? We still have to finish our conversation. I have about half an hour before I need to head back to Ismintis."

"Yes, I'm certain it's clean," I responded. "And my schedule is free for the next hour." As I spoke, I sent Andrea a text directing her to clear my schedule for the rest of the afternoon. I told her to get my PR team to go ahead and draft a statement and then to be on standby until I called for them. I multitasked by telling Taylor to direct Sawyer to the service entrance to avoid the paps.

While I was typing into my phone, Anastasia's phone rang. "Kate," she answered. "Don't tell me. I already know. I'm afraid to look at the Internet right now." She listened to Kate's reply for a minute before she said, "Kate, if you'll slow down a fucking minute, I'll answer you. Yes, you're right; I did say I hated him. Yes, right again, I changed my mind. No, we haven't had sex yet, unless you count what we did last night, which I already told you about. No, he's not my Dom, not yet anyway. And no, we were not meeting at the fucking Zig Zag Café to discuss a BDSM contract. Shit!" Ana stopped speaking and glanced at the front seat again. "Hold on, Kate," she said. She paused a second and said, "You know what… I'll call you back in a minute." She ended the call with Kate and spoke to the front seat. "Luke Sawyer, you have signed an NDA. You've proven yourself to be an excellent CPO and I'd even go so far as to call you a good friend. So I'm trusting you to keep everything you hear under wraps."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

"Cut the crap," she snapped. "I'm still Ana. And Taylor… I don't know your full name."

"Jason Taylor, ma'am," he replied.

"Jason Taylor," she repeated. "You will not call me ma'am. You will call me Ana. And you will also keep everything that you have heard or will hear between your boss and myself confidential. You led the security at the event last night, so you already know about my interest in… shit!"

"Ana, just say it," I prompted her. "Your interest in BDSM. Our common interest in BDSM. You already said it on the phone with Kate, and they heard you, so they know. They both know how we like to fuck now. Taylor knows all about my lifestyle, and he's a master of discretion. And Sawyer had to find out sooner or later if you're going to continue to trust him to keep you safe."

Ana glared at me, but then she responded, "OK, fine. Thank you so much, Christian, for so effectively informing our security of how, as you so eloquently put it, we like to fuck. Perhaps you can help me with my press release. In fact, why don't we make a joint press release, so we can inform the whole world together about how we like to fuck?"

I stared back at her, not the least bit phased by her outburst. "Sarcasm doesn't become you, Anastasia. You're much too smart for that kind of crudeness."

"Fuck you, Christian," she responded.

"I look forward to it, Ana," I replied.

She didn't respond to me. Instead, she looked towards the front seat and asked, "Can I rely on both of you to keep your mouths shut about my personal life?"

"Absolutely, Ana" Sawyer responded. I was sure that he wanted to laugh, but he maintained a serious face and respectful tone.

At the same time, Taylor said, "Yes, ma'a… Ana!"

"Fine!" Ana responded. She unlocked her phone and called Kate back. When Kate answered, Ana said, "Hold on, Kate. I'm still with Christian. I'm going to put you on speaker phone so he can hear the bad news too. Our security are in the front seat, so they can hear you too."

"OK," Kate answered. "Hello, Mr. Grey."

"Call me Christian," I responded. "Give us the down and dirty, Kate."

"Well, you're both trending on Twitter. More accurately, 'Seattle's new power couple' is trending. The pictures are… steamy."

"What do you mean, steamy?" Anastasia asked. "It's not like we were making out in public. We didn't even kiss." She glanced at me when she said it, and I'd never wanted to kiss anyone so badly.

Kate answered, "In a few photos, you're holding hands. In one, your pinkies are linked. In another, your faces are so close it looks like you're about to kiss. And your eyes… well, how should I put this? You both have a dreamy look in your eyes. You look… Well, hell, you know I'm not one to mince words, Steele. You look horny as hell. Both of you do. You look like you're about to get it on."

"Goddamn it!" Ana said.

"You can imagine the bullshit that's already been written. You're pregnant, of course. You've merged your businesses already. There are a few photos where you look angry. That's when, according to the gossip, you were arguing about which one of you is going to lead the company now that you've combined it. And people are debating which name you're going to use, or if you're going to give it a new name."

"Shit, this is going to affect your stock," I told Ana.

"No… I'm private like you. Followed your example there too," she responded.

"Well, thank fuck for that," I said. "Neither of us has to worry about the stock market or a board of trustees questioning us."

"No, but we still have to do something about the shit storm," she said. "We still have stakeholders. We each have thousands of employees and business partners, and if we don't get on this right away, we're going to suffer for it one way or another."

"So, Ana, do you want me to publish anything about you now? You know I can do it," Kate asked.

"No, Kate. Hold off on that. I need to talk with my PR team. I'm sure Christian will get his team on it too," Ana responded, and I nodded at her.

A couple of minutes later, we pulled into the service entrance of GEH and Anastasia ended her call with Kate. We were able to avoid the paparazzi completely, and Taylor escorted us up to my office in my private elevator while Sawyer parked Ana's car.

When we got off on my floor, I introduced Anastasia to my personal assistant, whom she had already met that morning, and her assistant, who would be sitting in for her if she happened to be out. "Andrea and Olivia, this is Anastasia Steele. From now on, if she visits, she is to see me immediately. If she calls, put her through to me immediately even if I'm in a meeting. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," they responded simultaneously.

"We are not to be disturbed for the next half hour," I told them.

Anastasia followed me into my office, and I closed and locked the door.

"Nice office," Ana commented as she looked around. "It's bigger and more intimidating than mine. But brighter too. I like the art. It's local, isn't it?"

"Mmm hmm," I responded. "Trouton."

"Raising the ordinary to the extraordinary," she said, lost in thought. She looked back at me and studied me for a moment. "I like it a lot. It seems out of character for you, though. Doesn't really fit the feel of the rest of your office." She paused and then added, "But then again… I'm still getting to know the real you. I wonder if the art doesn't actually fit you better than the office does."

For a moment I couldn't breathe. The real me. Fuck! I smiled grimly and replied, "Anastasia, nobody knows the real me, but in the few hours I've known you, you've already come closer than anyone ever has."

She continued to study me, and I felt exposed, as if she could actually see the rottenness inside me. "Why, Christian?" she asked.

"Why what, Anastasia?" I asked. "Why doesn't anybody know the real me, or why have you come closer than anyone?"

"Both," she answered, as I expected she would.

"Well, I'm a very private person, as you already know," I answered. "And you… well, you already know this too, don't you Ana? There's just something about you."

"Neither of those was a very satisfactory answer," she replied, but she swallowed and took a deep breath. She glanced at her watch before she continued. "But we don't have time to discuss it now. We still have business to finish discussing."

"We certainly do," I responded suggestively. I walked around my desk and picked up her shoes that she had worn the previous night. I had brought them with me this morning and left them on the corner of my desk. I handed them to her and said, "You will wear these shoes again tonight. I'll have your dress waiting for you at Escala when you get home this afternoon."

"Woah, slow down there, big guy!" she responded. "Don't go all Dom on me just yet. I have an empire to run too, you know, and I can't do that if I'm kneeling at your feet. So let's finish our business first, OK, Christian?"

I smirked at her. "Fine, Anastasia. Have it your way, for now." I walked towards her and sat down in the chair next to her. "Let's review where we are. I'm going to sell you SIP for the price that you offered them. We can review that contract on Monday. You are going to research Sunset Media and McPherson, and then let me know, right? Do you think a week is enough time for you to give me an answer?"

"Yes, that's doable," she answered. "The other thing I need to discuss with you now is that I want is your assistance flushing out my mole. You're in an excellent position to do that since he or she has been sending you the audio files. You said you fired your guy who has been receiving the files?"

"Yes, Ros fired him this morning," I confirmed.

"I don't suppose you could get him back?" she asked.

"Why the hell would I do that?" I asked.

"Because," she explained, "whoever this asshole is at Ismintis, he or she obviously trusts your guy. It might be hard to set up someone else for him to send more files to."

I picked up my phone and summoned Ros, and then I went and unlocked my door. A minute later, Ros stormed in. "What the hell are you thinking, Grey?! This is the worst media shit storm we've ever seen! Oh, hello, Ms. Steele."

"Ms. Bailey, it's nice to meet you," Anastasia replied politely as she extended her hand. "Please call me Ana."

"Ana, call me Ros," Ros replied as she shook her hand.

I said, "Ros, we'll get around to dealing with PR. For the moment, we have other fish to fry. As you know, Anastasia has a mole, and we're going to help her set a trap and catch the fucker. I've shared a couple of the audio files with Anastasia. After this meeting, I'd like you to forward them all to her. She has agreed to no legal action. We will sell her Sunset Media, McPherson Communications, and SIP for the price she offers. She's only sure about SIP at the moment but will let us know within a week about the other two. Now, tell us about the fucker you fired this morning."

"Boyd Henry," Ros replied. "Excellent work. Never had any reason to suspect him of any illegal or unethical activity. It came as a shock, really."

"How soon can you get him back here?" I asked her.

Ros looked shocked. "Why would I do that?" she asked. "Oh, no, I get it. To help flush out the mole, of course. I should have thought of that before I fired him." She stood up and walked toward the door. "Give me ten minutes," she said as she opened the door.

"Hey, Ros," I called out, "Lock the door behind you."

"Sure thing, boss," she replied. She looked at Anastasia and winked before she closed the locked door behind her.

Anastasia spoke before the door was completely closed. "So let's review what we know about this guy," she said. "He or she sent emails from bogus accounts at Ismintis. You're saying that he created accounts for people that don't exist, right?" When I nodded, she asked, "Wouldn't he need administrative access to the server to create a new email account? That would narrow it down."

"Not if he has the skills to hack his way in," I replied grimly.

"So, do you think I can track it back to the computer the emails were sent from? Or computers, if there's more than one?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. My guy Barney Sullivan could do that. In fact, I can get him on it now, but it would mean hacking into your system. If you have a good tech guy that you trust, he should be able to do it."

"I do," Ana responded, "Samantha Gilbert. And I'm sure that she can do it. She used to work for the FBI in Cybercrimes. She can hack into anything. She'll know how to find where the emails originated. In that case, we may not need Boyd Henry after all."

"I still want to question him," I said. "And I want you to have an opportunity to question him too. If Ros can get him back here, I'll set something up for Monday."

"Yes, do that," she responded.

I studied her face for a minute. The circles under her eyes had gotten darker, and she looked completely exhausted. I considered sending her home for a nap, but I knew she would tell me to fuck off if I suggested it. I'm sure she still felt she had too many fires to put out. But I knew that I could help her relax for a few minutes. It would do her good to clear her mind.

I checked the time before I said to Anastasia, "We still have to meet with our PR teams and issue some kind of statement about what we were doing together today. I think we should get them together to make sure our statements match up. But… we have something else I think we should discuss first." I picked up her hand and began to caress her wrist.

"Christian," she said breathlessly. "I don't think this is a good idea. We can't hide…"

"We don't have to hide, Ana," I said. I lifted her wrist to my lips and kissed it. Then I started licking circles on her wrist, and I watched in delight as her nipples protruded through her blouse.

"Christian…" she stammered. "We're trending on Twitter. You know how crazy the paparazzi are going to be tonight. We can't go to that party. Not now."

I began to suck her wrist, and I put my other hand on her knee and caressed it. "Shh," I said. "Close your eyes, Ana. Let me take care of you." Immediately, she closed her eyes. Yes! I wanted to shout for joy, but instead I spoke softly into her ear, "Ana, we are going to the play party tonight. We don't have to stay long, but we're going. You promised me that you would go, no matter what happened today, remember? If you go back on your word, you realize that makes you a liar, right? And you have a reputation for keeping your word."

"Why are you doing this, Christian?" she asked, keeping her eyes closed and relaxing her body more. I could feel her resolve slipping.

"Because I really like you, Ana," I responded. I moved my hand up her leg, under her skirt, and began to massage her inner thigh. At the same time, I lowered her hand from my lips and rested it on my leg. I removed her glasses from her face and then removed the pins that held her hair.

"Nothing good can come from this," she said as I ran my fingers through her hair. I could sense the moment when she gave in to the desire to submit to me, and I knew that she was ready to let me do whatever I wanted to do.

"I disagree," I responded as I moved both of my hands to cup her face. I nibbled her ear and then began to kiss her neck as I moved my hands to her hair. My God, she was delicious. "Good things have already come from it." I kissed the side of her chin, and sucked on it a little. "You've had your first of many great orgasms from me, and we haven't even had sex yet." I kissed down her neck, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse with one hand, and caressed her breast with the other hand. "I had the satisfaction of watching you come apart in my hands." I kissed and sucked the cleavage that I'd just exposed. "And don't overlook the fact that we have uncovered a conspiracy in your organization." I continued to kiss, lick, and suck her delicious cleavage. She tasted like freshly harvested apples with vanilla butter. "I'd say we could be a really great team." I began to massage her nipples through her blouse and bra, and I kept kissing her. "You just have to give it a chance. Can you trust me with this, Ana, as much as you trust me with business?" I unbuttoned two more buttons, exposing her bra.

Anastasia moaned as I used my teeth to pull down her bra cup, and my lips found her nipple. Her breathing was erratic, and she stammered as she spoke. "You promise… if I go with you tonight… that we're just going to… to watch?"

Oh, baby, let me just show you what you have to look forward to. I sucked her breast and continued to massage the other one for a couple of minutes before I answered her. "I promise." After a few more moments of attention to her delectable breast, I said, "We won't play unless you ask for it after we get there. If you ask me for it, we will do it. I won't pressure you, I promise." I won't have to pressure her. Once we get there, she's going to want to play. I'm certain of it.

She moaned again, causing my erection to strain against my zipper uncomfortably. I was going to need some relief soon. "OK, oh God… I'll do it," she said. "Don't… don't make me regret trusting you, Christian. Oh my God."

Yes! I didn't show her my excitement at her acceptance. Instead, I commented, "You're so responsive, Ana. I think I could make you come through nipple play alone. Would you like that?"

She opened her eyes for the first time since I'd asked her to close them. "What, here?" she asked incredulously. "Now? In your office? Won't your staff hear us?"

"I guess you're just going to have to be quiet," I responded, as I continued to kiss, suck, and lick her exposed nipple while I tweaked, massaged, and played with the one that was still covered under her bra. I didn't tell her that my office was soundproof. I wanted to see how well she could follow my instructions, and I wanted to see how quiet she could be for future reference. Oh the places we could play, the fun we could have, if she could be quiet enough. "Now, Ana, I thought I told you to close your eyes. Do I need to blindfold you, or can you follow instructions?"

"No, Mas…. Christian! I can follow instructions, and I want to. I want this." She closed her eyes. My God, she was perfect. Just amazingly fucking perfect.

"Ana, just like last night, from now until you come, call me Master. I know you want to. Go ahead and do it," I commanded.

"Yes, Master!" she responded.

I pulled down her other bra cup and began to lave her nipple with my tongue. I caressed her other breast before pinching and pulling on her nipple. She moaned loudly when I bit her nipple.

"Shh," I said as I caressed her face, "you're going to have to be quiet, Ana." I returned my attention to her breasts.

"Oh God, please, Christian! Please!" she moaned quietly.

I pinched her nipple hard. "Master," I reminded her, and then I asked, "What do you want, Anastasia?"

"Please, I want to come," she begged.

"And so you will, princess. Now, keep your eyes closed." I picked her up and laid her down across my desk. "I'm not going to restrain you this time, Ana. Instead, I want you to touch your breasts. I want you to play with your nipples. Do that now." I watched her as she obeyed, and I had to unzip my trousers and free my cock even though I didn't plan to fuck her yet. I wouldn't fuck her until she asked me to, at the play party. I reached up her skirt and said, "Lift your hips for me, baby." She obeyed, and I slipped her panties down her hips and legs. I pocketed them as I watched her continue to play with her nipples.

She moaned again. "Please, may I come, Master?" she asked.

"Not yet, princess," I answered. "I want to taste you first. You're going to come in my mouth. Would you like that, baby?"

"Oh, God yes! Yes, Master!" she responded.

"Lift your hips again, princess," I commanded as I unzipped her skirt. "Let me get you out of this so I can see all of you." I stared at her naked body spread out on my desk. Never had I seen such perfection. "Now, Ana, you're doing perfectly. Don't stop touching yourself. And don't come until I give you permission. Now, spread your legs for me, baby."

"Oh, yes, Master!" she responded. She immediately obeyed, and moaned loudly as my mouth found her center. She was already so wet she was dripping, and her taste… delicious didn't begin to describe it. I'd gone down on a lot of women, but none of them even came close to Ana's sweetness.

I lifted my head and said, "Shh! Ana, I warned you, you have to be quiet. If you can't be silent, we're going to have to stop this and finish later."

"No, please, Master! I'll be quiet! Please don't stop!" she begged.

As I licked around her clit and sucked it into my mouth, I knew she wasn't going to last long. I inserted two fingers into her opening and began to pump her as I sucked her clit. Her legs began to shake as she tried to hold back the orgasm.

"Please, Master," she begged.

"OK, come for me, princess," I replied when I knew she couldn't hold back any longer. She moaned loudly as she was overcome by the full force of what was probably the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. I removed my fingers and inserted my tongue into her entrance, licking and sucking her cream as she continued to writhe in the throes of passion. The orgasm went on and on, and I continued to suck her dry. Finally, as she quieted down, I lifted my head and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, and she was panting.

"Anastasia, my beautiful princess… do you realize what you did?" I asked her gently.

"Yes, Master," she answered. "I forgot to look in your eyes. But it was so intense, I couldn't keep my eyes open. And I'm not sure how you even knew that, since your head was between my legs."

"We're going to have to work on the eye contact," I responded. "Now, open your eyes and look at me."

"Yes, Master," she replied as she looked at me.

"Do you know what else you did? Or failed to do?" I asked.

"No, Master," she answered. "What?"

I answered, "You stopped playing with your nipples. I told you not to stop."

"But..." she started to argue, but stopped herself.

"It's OK, Ana. Say what you want to say," I told her.

"Master, I was coming," she explained. "I couldn't... My nipples are too sensitive when I'm coming."

"Is that right?" I asked. I started tweaking her nipples as I asked, "How about after you come? How sensitive are they now?"

She moaned and answered, "Still very sensitive, Master. Oh!" She squeezed her eyes shut, and I could see that she was getting aroused again already.

"Do you think you have another one in you, Ana?" I asked as I squeezed her nipples.

She moaned. "Already, Master?" she asked incredulously. "I... I don't know..."

I chuckled as I continued to tug on her nipples. God, she was so much fun, so responsive, so fucking beautiful. "You do, Ana. I'm going to make you come again. Spread your legs as far as you can and keep them open. Let me see that pretty pussy. Keep your eyes open this time. Look at me, Ana."

She looked me in the eyes as I kept playing with her nipples. "Are you going to punish me?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?" I asked as I continued to tweak her nipples, and I blew on her pussy.

She squirmed and replied, "I don't know."

I leaned down and licked up her pussy while I continued my attention to her nipples. "Sure you do," I said. "You're just afraid. But you want it, admit it."

She moaned again before she replied, "But we don't have a contract yet. You can't punish me before we sign a contract, can you, Master?"

"Sure I can, if we both want me to," I answered. "And you want me to, don't you Ana?" I squeezed her nipples hard, paying attention to how well she received the pain. Perfect! She would do beautifully with nipple clamps, and I couldn't wait to see how they looked on her.

She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the pain in her nipples, but then she snapped them open again and looked in my eyes. She paused another moment before she answered, "Yes, Master… but not right now. Not in your office. But later, yes. I think so, Master. You're right that I'm still afraid, but I'm curious."

"Later then, princess," I agreed before I went down on her again. It only took a couple of minutes before I could feel that she was on the edge again. I stopped, moved my hands away from her breasts, and looked up at her.

She moaned and cried out, "Please, Master, let me come again."

"I will, pet, but you have to do something for me this time," I told her.

"Do you want to fuck me? Please fuck me, Master!" she cried.

"Oh, Ana! Those are beautiful words, and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say them," I replied. "But I'm not going to fuck you yet. Here's what we're going to do, princess. I'm going to finger fuck you like last night. And you're going to put your hands on my cock. Do it now, Ana."

She reached out, wrapped both hands around my cock, and squeezed. "Would you like me to give you a blowjob, Master?" she asked.

Oh, yes! Yes, I would like that a lot! "God, Ana, you're killing me. No, not right now. If I let you do that, it would be topping from the bottom. I'm in charge here, not you. Don't forget it. Now do as I say. Pump me with your hands until I come on your tits."

She started moving her hands up and down my cock rapidly, squeezing me perfectly. "Like this, Master?" she asked.

"Yes, just like that," I answered. "Now Ana, no matter what I do, don't close your eyes. Don't look away from me. And don't come until I give you permission. We're going to come together this time." As I spoke, I started fucking her again with three fingers. We gazed in each other's eyes as we both got closer to climax, and I felt myself falling again, experiencing a feeling I didn't understand, totally mesmerized by her blue eyes.

When I knew she was almost there, I told Ana, "Open your mouth, baby," and when she obeyed, I stuck my pinky finger in her mouth. "Now suck," I ordered her. Her eyes grew wide, but she clamped her lips closed and sucked my finger with all her might while we continued to gaze in one another's eyes. When I could see that she was struggling, and I couldn't hold back any longer either, I took my finger from her mouth, reached behind her, and inserted it into her asshole. At the same time, I commanded her, "Come with me, baby!"

Ana maintained eye contact with me perfectly as we both fell off the edge together. She cried out as the force of her orgasm hit her. This was her third one with me, and each one was stronger than the previous one. She tried to close her legs, but I held them open without removing my finger from her asshole. I pumped my finger in her ass throughout her orgasm. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke my cock as I covered her tits with my semen. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, all laid out on my desk and covered in my cum.

As our climaxes were fading, I removed my finger from her ass and told her, "Perfect, Ana. Now, don't move." I went into restroom and took my time getting a wet cloth to clean her with. I was testing her. I wanted to see if she would obey me and remain on the desk like I'd left her, with her legs splayed open, uncovered. When I went back into my office, I was impressed to find her exactly as I'd left her. As I cleaned her with the cloth, I told her, "Anastasia, my princess, you are a perfect submissive. Perfect. My God, I'm in awe of you."

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.

I smiled at her and said, "OK, Ana, sit up. We're finished playing now, baby, so don't call me Master again. And I won't call you princess. I'll only call you that when we play. Now, let's get dressed and put on our CEO hats again."

As we got dressed, Ana asked, "Can I have my panties back, Christian?"

"Nope," I answered.

Her eyes got wide. "Christian, seriously, give me my panties. I have to go back to work. I have to meet with my PR team. I can't work without panties."

"Sure you can, Anastasia," I responded. "No one will know except us. Look how long your skirt is. You're not in any danger of giving anyone a peep show, but it will make things easier if you decide to give me one when we're alone again later." I gave her my megawatt smile.

She looked like she was going to argue with me, but then she bit her bottom lip, which of course turned me on again. Then she couldn't hold back her giggle, which turned me on even more. "You're insane," she said, and she slapped my arm playfully. For a moment, I almost panicked. But it was just my arm, and it was Ana. It was OK.

For a moment, neither of us spoke as we finished getting dressed. Then Ana looked at me thoughtfully. She said, "You're not what I thought a Dom would be, Christian. Well, you are in some ways. But I didn't expect... tenderness. I love it when you command me, but I love it more because you do it... nicely. I was afraid of feeling demeaned. Humiliated. I like that you call me princess and baby, not bitch or slut or whore. I've read a lot about this, and I know some subs like being talked to like that when they're in a scene. But I don't. And you knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes, baby, you told me last night," I answered. "But Ana... we haven't really done a scene yet. I'm not always so... tender, as you put it. I'm not going to call you my bitch or slut, but I am going to be more strict once we're in a contract. I am going to punish you. We've only been doing this since yesterday, and we haven't even gotten around to talking about our contract yet."

She studied me as she ran her fingers through her hair. "You're right. OK, so we need to set a time to talk about the contract. How about tomorrow?"

I smirked at her. "Tomorrow sounds good. After you sleep." I chuckled and said, "You're really going to do this, aren't you? You're going to sign a contract with me. You're going to be my sub. And baby, I have to say... I'm in awe of you. The way you are always in control, until you yield it to me. I fucking love that."

"Be warned, Christian," she responded. "If you try to control me at any time that I'm not willing to yield to you, we're going to have a problem."

"I'll keep that in mind," I told her.