A/N: Pinterest is updated. NineN3Quarters

It's 11:00 am and I'm exhausted. I was up all night with Anastasia, who kept having nightmares every couple hours. I feel terrible that she has to go through this. It's my job to make it better, and I'm failing terribly. If I would have just gone down to SIP like I wanted, it wouldn't have happened. Of course, he wouldn't have tried anything...that day. He might have victimized her even further if he had longer to do it. I really don't think she would have told me what he had said and threatened if he wouldn't have attacked her physically. Who knows how long he could have verbally assaulted her without anyone knowing.

I didn't want to go in today, but I knew I had meetings with my lawyers about Elena's salons. I'm writing up a few different contracts and will decide which one to pull out when seeing her. If she pisses me off enough, I'll make sure she'll never be wealthy again.

I need to call Anastasia and warn her about me seeing Elena. I want to be open with her about it. I don't want her to hear it from anyone else and think I purposely kept it from her. I've spoken to her about the conversation Elena and I had at my parents and Anastasia is furious. So furious that I don't have any doubt that my 5'2 one-hundred pound girl could take that 5'7 domme out. Maybe I should warn Elena. The thought makes me laugh.

I ring Anastasia and she answers on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, baby. I need to speak to you about something."

"Oh?" She sounds nervous.

"Nothing between us. I've got to meet with Elena today to finish signing the contract. She has to come to Grey House."

Silence. Well, this isn't good.

"Ana?"

"May I speak freely, sir?"

I frown. I don't like that she feels the need to ask this. "Of course you can. I want you to tell me what's on your mind."

"I'm not comfortable with this, Christian."

"Why?" Does she think I'm going to cheat on her with that troll?

"She's going to try to use the fact that I'm not there to her advantage and, if she doesn't like the contract, she's got a large audience to watch her dramatics."

"What am I supposed to do, Ana? Do you want to come here?"

Silence. What the fuck.

"No...have her come here."

"WHAT?"

I hear her giggle and for the first time, it annoys me. She's outright laughing at me.

She must know I'm annoyed, because she apologizes.

"I'm sorry, sir. You just startled me so much, it made me laugh."

I sigh. "You're forgiven. Now tell me why you want her in our home."

"Well, for one, there won't be an audience. You can have Taylor and Sawyer right there with you and I'll be in close proximity."

"...Okay...baby, I need a better reason than that."

"Um... well..." I can just imagine her face flushing.

"What is it, baby?"

"Well...if you tell her to come to your home...she might think that you're going soft for her again...and then when you pull out the big guns, she'll be even more shocked and distraught." She giggles at the end and my mouth hits the floor.

"My little Ana...an evil mastermind...who knew?"

She laughs harder and I chuckle with her.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side, alright?" I tell her playfully.

"Hmm...nope. Sorry, Grey. You're on your own with that one."

This girl. "Oh, Anastasia...don't get your mouth into something your ass can't handle, little girl."

She hums. "Bring it on, baby. I'm sure my ass can handle anything you throw at it."

My cock is pushing hard against the zipper of my pants. Fuck, I want her.

"I don't know about throwing anything, but I assure that little ass of yours it'll meet something besides my hand tonight."

"I'll get the aloe, sir."

I'm tempted to tell my lawyers to fuck off for one more day, so that I can go home and play, but I know I need to get this over with.

"That's my good girl. Draw yourself a hot bath and soak for awhile. I want you nice and recharged for tonight."

"But it'll be so lonely all by myself..."

Holy fuck. "Go on, baby. Do as I say...and no touching yourself. It may be between your legs, but it belongs to me. Tell me you understand."

I hear her huff into the phone and I smile.

"Anastasia...tell me you understand."

"Fine...I understand...sir." Oh, really? That mouth...She's not this bold in person.

"Oh, Miss Steele...I can't wait to fuck that smart mouth of yours. I will see you at 4:00 pm. I want you in lingerie with a robe on when I come home."

"Yes, sir."

XxXxXx

It's been half an hour since I hung up with my sassy Anastasia and my lawyers are going over what the first contract entails. My phone pings and Anastasia's name pops up.

I unlock my phone and open my texts. It's a multimedia message from her.

I click on it and up pops a picture of her legs soaking in a pink bubble bath. The text reads *Doing what I'm told, Sir.*

Sir with a capital 'S' huh? My eyes flicker up to the two lawyers in front of me to make sure they aren't looking, and tilt my phone just in case.

*That's my good girl, Anastasia. Now send me a picture of the other half, baby.*

I hold my phone in my hand, waiting for a reply. I don't want to even put it down. Unlocking it again would be too long. I wonder if she's bold enough. I have a feeling that today she might be. She's been bolder today than I've ever seen her before and I know she's horny, which only makes her bolder.

My cell pings again and it's a picture of her with her hair on top of her head; she's biting that sexy, plump lip of hers and the skin on her chest is a beautiful shade of light pink from the heat of the bath. I can see the tops of her breasts, but they're submerged in the bubbles too far for me to see anything but the top mound.

Tease.

*Get on your knees and send me another, Anastasia.*

That should lift her out of the water enough.

"Mr. Grey..."

My name lurches me out of my own little world of Ana.

I lock my phone and rest it on my leg. "Yes?"

"Sir, you really should be paying attention to this."

Fuck off. "Let's take a fifteen minute coffee break and meet back here." I need to recharge if I'm going to play tonight and I'm not willing to wait for that picture.

I buzz Andrea as they make their way out.

"Yes, Mr. Grey?"

"Go downstairs to Starbucks and get me a Venti iced caramel macchiato with almond milk and an extra shot." Healthy, Grey. At this point, I don't give a shit.

"Yes, sir."

When my phone pings, I almost drop it. I feel like a fourteen year old kid who's found porn for the first time.

I groan when I see her picture and thank God that they closed my door so that no one heard me.

She's finally sent me the one I wanted. Her alabaster skin is pink and looks soft even in the picture. Her pink buds are wet and hard and I wonder if it's from the cold or if they were already that way while she was in the bath. Fuck, I want to go home. My erection is swollen and throbbing in my pants and I know it isn't going to go away anytime soon, so I take my phone into my private bathroom and prop my phone on the back of my toilet so I can use her picture while I jack off. I fumble with my belt..and even that makes my dick twitch at the thought of Anastasia. After too much fumbling, my dick finally springs free as I pull my bottoms down to my knees and I grasp myself firmly while I concentrate on her doe eyes, those full pink lips and the warm pink skin of her breasts. It doesn't take long before I'm coming into the toilet and grunting her name and I have to put my hand against the wall above the toilet to keep myself up while I pant.

I feel my dick deflate and relax in my hand and I use toilet paper to clean off the end and wipe a few spots off the seat, where I missed the bowl. I right my clothes, shut the lid and flush before I wash my hands. Only when they are dry, do I grab my phone and realize I never sent her a message back.

Just seeing the picture again makes my dick twitch and I click the reply button so that it leaves my screen. I'll never get through this day if I keep staring at her.

*Thank you, baby. You're beautiful. I could masturbate to that picture all day.*

I'm sitting back down at my desk just as there is a knock on my door. "Come in."

Andrea appears with my coffee and disappears without a word.

*Sir, that isn't very fair.* It is accompanied by a picture of Anastasia pouting in the bath.

I grin. *I promise I'll make it up to you tonight. Now, stop distracting me. I've got work to do!*

I put my phone in the top drawer of my desk so that she can't distract me anymore.

I like this no work thing for Anastasia. She is so playful during the day. A part of me feels like I should ask her to stay home instead of work, but it's fleeting because I know she wants to work and I would never get any work done if she did stay home.

XxXxXx

After I meet with my lawyers and tweak the contracts that I'm going to present to Elena, I have Andrea call Elena like it is any other appointment she is setting up. I have given her an overview on what to say, the time, and to keep their interaction as short as possible. I tell Andrea to tell Elena that I am too busy if she asks to speak to me and to report to me as soon as she is finished.

There is a knock on my door and I already know it is Andrea.

"Come in, Andrea."

Her head pops in before her body and she sits in the chair in front of me. "I've spoken with Mrs. Lincoln, sir. She states that the lawyers that you requested aren't needed and that she'll be there at 5:00 pm."

Just as I hoped. She wants to be alone with me, and has decided against having a lawyer read it for her. This is just too easy.

I give her a smile and a nod. "Thank you, Andrea."

Her eyes widen. "Um...you're welcome, Mr. Grey. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes, as matter of fact. Please order two bouquets of wildflowers. Send them both to my house before I get home. One to Anastasia Steele and the other to Gail Jones."

She nods as she writes furiously on her iPad.

"Anything in particular written on the notes, sir?"

I run my finger over my bottom lip and think. "Yes." I grab a piece of paper and my fountain pen.

Anastasia,

I'll see you at 4, baby.

Christian XX

Gail,

I'm sorry. The wildflowers were a lovely idea and I never meant to scare you.

Mr. Grey

I know I will have to apologize to Gail in person when I see her, but I feel the need to send her something special now. I was out of my head when I did it and have felt guilty ever since.

I hand Andrea the paper with my scribble on it and dismiss her.

XxXxXx

As soon as it hits 3:30 pm, I'm shuffling into my jacket and grabbing my briefcase so that I can go home to Anastasia and have a go-around before Elena shows her face. I practically run out of my office, to my elevator and can't get down to the car fast enough. As I'm making my way down the twenty one floors to the below ground parking garage, I find my leg bouncing impatiently.

I laugh. I don't remember the last time I was so excited about something. I need to see my girl.

Finally, the doors open and I step out. Taylor already has the car pulled up the my elevator and I hop in. He needs a raise.

My phone vibrates, and I see that it's the front desk at Escala. Hmm.

"Grey."

"Hello, Mr. Grey. This is Kendall, the receptionist at Escala."

"Hello. What can I do for you, Kendall?"

"I have an Elena Lincoln in the lobby, stating she has a meeting with you? She tried to use the elevator code, but it didn't work and I see here that she's on the blocked list. She said she tried to call you herself, but it wouldn't go through, so I thought it was best to let you know. Should I have security escort her out, sir?"

I smile. This girl is going to get a generous tip. "No, leave her in the lobby. Do not allow her up until I get there. I'll come to the lobby to collect her myself."

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Thank you, Kendall."

I hang up my phone and chuckle. "Taylor, drop me off at the front door of Escala. Elena thought it would be a good idea to come over an hour early and try to let herself into the apartment."

Taylor's eyebrows knit together in annoyance, but he keeps his mouth shut. "Yes, sir."

There are sometimes that I wish Taylor would say what he is thinking, but I know he won't. Too bad I can't read minds; wouldn't that be entertaining?

I should have known Elena would try to come early. Now, I can't have Anastasia before I deal with her. I should make her sit in the office while I take Anastasia in bed. Maybe I could make her scream loud enough for Elena to hear...

I know it's juvenile, so my dick is going to have to wait. I don't think Anastasia would appreciate me fucking her and then leaving the room to tend to Elena right after, anyway. My girl likes to be held and loved on afterward. I've spoiled her. I grin at the thought. I like spoiling my angel.

Taylor stops the SUV and I realize we've made it to Escala. I jump out before he can climb out to open my door and tell him to go straight upstairs and be available to escort Elena out when needed.

As I head in, the receptionist greets me with a smile. In my periphery, see Elena stand up from her spot in the corner chair, but I ignore her.

"Hello, Kendall. I want to thank you again for warning me." I reach into my back pocket and slip a $100 bill out of my wallet and hand it to her. Her eyes widen and her shaky hand takes it.

"Oh...thank you, sir. This is...too much. I've-"

"Don't be silly. I know they don't pay you much and you deserve a reward for following the protocols. Enjoy it." I give her an honest smile and she nods.

"I will. Thank you."

I hear footsteps and look over my shoulder at Elena. "Mrs. Lincoln will only be here for a short time. When you see her leave, she isn't to be allowed back in, do you understand? She is to remain on the blocked list."

"I understand, Mr. Grey."

I give Kendall a nod.

"Christian! Hello, darling."

My light mood has just turned sour. A scowl returns to my face and I turn toward her.

"Elena." She's wearing a black trench coat and I can see the top of something lacy peeping out of the front. Just fucking great. She really was expecting me to go back to her.

"Come." I bark.

I make my way towards the elevator with her hurrying to catch up to me. I punch in the four digit code before she even makes it to the door and she barely gets herself in before the doors close. Pity.

"What has gotten into you, Christian?" She asks, slowly slipping off her trench coat. "Do you need to let off some steam?"

I keep my eyes on the door in front of me, but through my periphery I can tell that her outfit isn't audience friendly. She's batshit crazy if she thinks that's going to make me want her.

"After everything you've pulled, Elena, you have no right asking me that." I retort.

"What did you expect me to do? You were taking away my salons! I had to go to Grace; she's the only one that knows how to-"

Shut the fuck up about my mother. "Enough, Elena. Why did you come so early?"

"I just thought I'd have a glass of wine and wait for you to get home...I was hoping to maybe have a drink with Anastasia and have a chat before you and I...well, anyway, she needs to know the real Christian..."

My hands squeeze into fists, my heart-rate doubles and I see red.

Before I know what's happened, I find myself pinning Elena against the wall with one hand around her throat and the other hand holding her hands above her head.

"Don't you dare even think about speaking to Anastasia." I growl between my clenched teeth.

Her green eyes are wide and her face is deep red from all the blood pooling in it. I come to and drop my hands, taking a few steps back to find my bearings.

She coughs a few times and rubs her throat. "Wow, Christian. I forgot just how strong you are." She gives me a smile and takes a step forward, but I put a hand out stopping her.

"Don't."

"Christian...doesn't this show you that you need this lifestyle? I've never seen you so out of control. We were good together, Christian. I gave you what you needed. That little girl can't give you anything."

I shake my head. "You placated me when I was out of control. Anastasia gives me everything I need...even the things I never realized I needed."

She huffs, but doesn't get to say anything else, because the elevator dings and the doors open.

I make my way out and let her follow me through the foyer and into the great room.

"Christian, you're home!" The sound of my girl's voice relieves all the pressure in my chest.

I watch her jump off the couch and she hurries over to me. I realize she isn't slowing down, so I ready myself to catch her as she jumps up, into my arms.

Her lips meet mine and her kiss makes me go weak in the knees. Holy fuck.

"I've missed you." She mentions, leaning her forehead against mine.

"Me, too, baby." I notice she has on a black, silk robe and I slip a hand up her thigh and under her robe to squeeze her ass. I feel something skimpy and lacy that barely covers her core and my cock twitches at the thought.

She hums as I knead her backside. "Thank you for my flowers, Christian. How did you know I love wildflowers?"

I grin. "A little birdie told me."

She giggles and I nuzzle my nose with hers. Fuck, I've missed her.

"Hello, Anastasia." Shit. I forgot she was even here.

My girl's face turns dark and she tightens her arms and legs around me. "Hello, Mrs. Lincoln."

Elena cocks an eyebrow and waits expectantly for something, but I'm not sure what.

She sighs. "Anastasia, Mr. Grey has company. Don't you find it a little inappropriate to be clinging to him like a common parasite? Get down."

Fuck you, bitch. I tighten my hold on Anastasia.

"I am Christian's. I submit to him and to him only. If he feels as if I am being inappropriate, he will voice it himself. I have no reason to obey you...and I won't."

"How dare you speak to me in that manner in your master's house! Christian! This little bitch needs to be punished."

"Fuck off, Elena. I will decide if and when Anastasia needs reprimanded. This is our home and Anastasia is my girlfriend, not my contracted submissive. I am her boyfriend, not her master. You will respect her."

Elena puts her hands on her hips. Oh, shit. Here we go. "I don't appreciate-"

"No, you know what's not appreciated? You being so disrespectful to Christian in his own home and barking orders at him, as if he's a below par dom. Emasculating the man who has complete control of what happens to your salons is a very stupid move on your part, Mrs. Lincoln. Just keep digging the hole you're already in. Soon, it'll swallow you whole."

I'm sure I look like a deer in the headlights while I watch Anastasia duke it out with Elena. Just as expected, she can hold her own, and fuck, if it doesn't turn me on. Anastasia looks at me and smiles, seeing my face.

"You're incredible." I tell her and her smile widens.

Elena's face a weird mixture of red and purple and, by the looks of it, could explode right off her shoulders. I know exactly what would push her over the edge.

I reach behind my neck and take Anastasia's hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm. I look into Anastasia's bright blue eyes and place her palm against my chest. Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, but then she realizes what I'm doing and smiles.

Her palm is warm, even through my shirt, and the pressure makes my skin tingle, but it doesn't hurt. I can actually feel my arousal radiating from deep in my stomach. I like it. I like feeling the warmth from my angel.

Elena lets out a loud, frustrated growl and stomps towards my office, which is still locked. I laugh when she almost runs right into my door when it doesn't open.

"Christian! I don't have time for this. I have things to do." She barks from my office door.

"Considering you weren't supposed to even be here, yet...I highly doubt you do. You'll wait until I finish saying hello to my girl." I tell her and carry Anastasia over to the couch, where I sit down with her straddling my lap.

Anastasia rests her arms on my shoulders and slides forward so that she's closer. Her hands find my hair and she smiles at me before kissing my lips softly.

I eye the tie on her robe and slowly pull on the end so that it unties itself. She opens the robe and holds it out straight so that I'm the only one that can see what she has on underneath.

"Oh, fuck." It's black, it's lacy, it's barely there. The dark color makes her skin even more alabaster. I'm hard within seconds.

She giggles and shimmies against my hard-on. "You like, sir?"

I nod and lick my lips. "I can't wait to get this over with so I can take you to our bed and ravish you."

"You do have a lot to make up for, sir."

I grin. "Were you a good girl?"

"Unfortunately." She says, dryly and I laugh. I take her in one more time before taking the robe from her and closing it, tying it closed for her.

"Then I'll make it up to you."

"With this?" She asks, pulling on my belt buckle.

"If you wish."

"Oh, yes." She nods.

I smile and pull her in for a kiss before tapping her thigh, signalling her to move. She climbs off of me and sits cross-legged next to me. I stand and pull my jacket off, draping it over her.

"I won't be long. Stay here, baby, and I'll carry you to bed."

She smiles. "Yes, sir."

She snuggles deeper into the couch and pulls the neck of my jacket up to her nose, breathing in deep.

I smile and shake my head. How did I get so lucky?

I force myself to turn and head towards my office to deal with the bitch. She's leaning against the wall next to my door, looking annoyed. Good.

I pick up my briefcase that Taylor left at my door and pull out my keys from my pocket to open the door.

Once we're inside, I place my briefcase on the desk between us and roll up my sleeves. She's staring at my intently and it's starting to piss me off.

"What?" I ask, opening my briefcase.

"I just never knew you were so stupid, Christian."

Fuck it. The bitch is going down. I had my lawyers make up three different contracts for her, so that I could decide which one I wanted to present to her when she got here.

First contract: I gift it to her. I'll burn this fucker.

Second contract: I sell the business and let her keep what she has in the bank. Nope.

Third contract: I let her keep the business, but she has six months to pay my company sixty percent of Esclava's worth. Oh, yes.

She'll either have to get a bank loan or find a private backer to help pay what is owed. She doesn't have enough cash in the bank to pay out. I've had my team check. Between what she got from Linc and what she's stowed away from cashing in on the business, she only has about half of what is owed. No bank is stupid enough to loan her money since I carried the business. She can't prove she can run it without me. She'll have to find a private backer...and something tells me she'll be shit out of luck.

I do my best to keep my grin off my face as I pull it out. I hand it to her and ask her again if she'd like me to call a lawyer in to help her read through it.

"No, Christian! I know what I'm doing!" She snaps.

"Very well, Elena." I nod and sit back while she reads.

"This isn't gifting me the company, Christian! This is making me pay you!"

I nod. "All you have to do is find the money to pay and it's all yours. I'm sure you can go to the bank and get a loan. Esclava does very well."

She chews her lip. "But what if the bank won't help me?"

I shrug. "Then find a private backer." Just sign it.

Her eyes widen for a second and then she flips through the pages, realizing. I grin.

"The third salon isn't in here! You have already paid for the construction and the building! Where is it?"

The third isn't worth hardly anything since we haven't opened it yet and it is in mid-construction, so I sold it back to the bank and washed my hands of it. I knew she would have been making a hefty profit compared to what she would have had to pay me for it. Does she really think I'm going to make it easy for her?

"The bank owns it now. It isn't ours. "

She jumps up, ready to scream, but then an evil grin forms on her face and she sits back down. "Oh, I will. I'm sure your parents will have no problem helping me out since their son is fucking me out the ass over this deal."

My eyes widen for a fraction of a second, but I recover quickly. The bitch. I want her to rot. My parents will never understand why I am doing this to her. I'm not only doing this for me, but for my mother, as well. She has done nothing, but manipulate and control their friendship and my mother deserves more than this bitch.

My heart skips a beat, realizing. The only way that I can make sure they do not help her is telling them. Elena has given me no choice, but to tell my parents about us. Fuck. I'll have to tell them on Sunday before she can get any money out of them on Monday.

Shit. Can I really do this?

Keep your cool, Grey.

"If that's what you feel you should do, Elena." I tell her dryly.

She's surprised at my answer. Yeah, bitch. I realize now that it was a ploy to get me to gift it to her, but I refuse.

I place a pen in front of her and her eyebrows crinkle with worry.

"If you aren't wanting the salons, then I'll just sell them, Elena. It's alright. You don't have to sign." I bend forward and go to grab the contract, but she yanks it out of my grasp.

I hide my smile behind my hand. She did exactly what I wanted her to do.

She takes a deep breath and grabs the pen. She flips through each page, initialing at the bottom of each, indicating she's read it, and then signs and dates the last page before handing it to me. I follow her lead and do the same before unstapling it and running it through the fax to send to my lawyers and then again, to copy it for her.

I staple both stacks and hand her the copy of the original. "It's all yours, Elena. You must make your first payment by the end of next month and must have the complete amount paid off by the end of February. Good luck with the bank. I hope you enjoy owning your own salon." I stand to shake her hand, but she just looks at it. She actually looks like she might start crying again.

I don't have time for that shit.

I busy myself with unlocking my filing cabinet and placing the manila folder in its place, before locking it again. I then take the other two contracts out of my briefcase and send them through the shredder, giving her time to find her composure.

I swivel back around in my chair to face her and she has her handbag in her hand and her trench coat back on. "I need to go."

I nod and hit the intercom button. "Taylor, please show Elena out."

I follow her out of the office, locking it behind me and leave her there to wait for Taylor while I go get my girl.

Anastasia smiles up at me when she sees me and I smile back down at her. She uncurls herself and I pick her up, my jacket and all, and carry her to our bedroom. On our way, out of the corner of my eye, I see Anastasia wave her fingers in goodbye and then lean down to suck on my neck.

"Little minx." I say quietly, making her giggle against my neck.

"Mine." She states, nipping at my adam's apple.

Once in our room, I throw the door shut and put her down in front of the bed. She stands and clasps her hands together, waiting for direction. Good girl.

I take my time and untie my tie. "Robe off."

She quickly does as I ask and awaits further instruction.

"Turn."

She turns, facing the bed.

"Hands."

Her hands come together behind her and I tie them together, using my tie. I grab her and throw her on the bed, her ass in the air, and take off my belt.

"How many before I fuck you, Anastasia?"

Her ass wiggles and I lick the back of her thigh lightly with my belt. "Still."

She hisses. "I don't like that, sir!"

"You aren't meant to like it. Tell me, Anastasia. How many?"

"Ten."

"Okay, baby. Count."

By the time I make it to ten, she is moaning and wiggling all over the place.

"Please, sir. Please take my panties off and fuck me." She begs, looking back at me. I know I owe her a few orgasms tonight.

"Do you need a release, Anastasia?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, baby." I yank on the tie and release her hands and then grab her, flipping her over. She squeals and giggles.

"You're overdressed, Christian."

I smirk at her and start unbuttoning my shirt. She watches me and licks her lips, wiggling her hips against the bed.

"Show me what's mine, Anastasia."

Her knees part and her legs are wide-open. "Christian...please."

"Please, what, baby?"

"Touch me. I'm going to burst." Her hand slides down her stomach and over her underwear where she presses her fingers against her pantie-clad center.

Fuck, I want her.

"That isn't yours to touch, Miss Steele." I remind, climbing onto the bed.

"Christian..." She whimpers and I know I can't tease her any longer.

I slip my hand into her panties and force two fingers into her core, making her mewl.

"I. Want. You. So. Much." I tell her, thrusting my fingers into her with each word.

Her hips start moving in rhythm with my fingers and I lean down and kiss her nose. "That's my girl. Fuck my fingers, baby."

She whimpers and grabs my arm with both hands, holding it in place while her hips start bucking. I start scissoring the fingers inside of her and watch her. I love seeing her like this. My dick is hard as a rock and hurts, but I try to ignore it. I want her to come like this.

"Christian...Christian..." her head rolls from one side to the other and back again an I use my thumb to press against her clit.

Her fingernails dig into my arms and her hips come off the bed as she shakes and cries out my name. When she relaxes, her limbs become limp and she sighs.

"Thank God. Finally." She mumbles and I grin.

"Already done, Miss Steele?"

She shakes her head vigorously. "Not even close, sir."

I grin down at her. I'd really like to see her tied up and spread eagle on the playroom bed.

"Angel, baby...are you up for some playtime upstairs?"

She hums. "Yes, sir. Will you carry me?"

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Ten minutes later, she is bound by each of her wrists and ankles, each tied to a wooden post on each corner of the bed. She's blindfolded, naked and beautiful and so wet. My mouth waters at the thought. I slide my naked self up the center of the bed, enjoying the feeling of the red, silk sheets against my naked body, until my mouth is hovering above her apex.

She inhales sharply, a sort of a shudder, and I wonder if she can feel my breath against her. I dip down and bury my face into her and get to work, drinking her up. Tasting her, feeling her heat, hearing her moan... is too much. My dick is throbbing painfully and I start humping the mattress just to find a little relief.

As soon as she comes, I'm up on my knees, rubbing my rock hard dick against her heat.

"Oh, Christian..." She tries to grind against me, but can't.

"Is this what you want, Anastasia?"

"Yes! Oh, please, sir."

I continue to rub myself up and down her opening and her breath keeps getting caught in her throat every time my tip teases her opening. I don't want this to end.

She keeps mewling, whimpering, and moaning and I wonder how wet I can actually make her.

I slip into her and her head rolls back. "Yes, yes..."

I slip back out of her and rub myself against her slit. "Christian...I can't..."

"Doesn't it feel good, baby?" I ask, teasing her.

Her lips form into a pout. "Yes, but-"

"Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Yes...but, sir-"

"Then relax and feel it, baby." I slip into her once more and pull out, rubbing up and down her slit again. I do this a few more times and I hear her sniffle.

"Ana?"

"I can't...I can't...I need you. I'm calling yellow, sir."

My heart skips a beat. No. I slip into her and continue to move in and out. "I'm sorry, baby." I lay on top of her and pull off her blindfold. Her eyes are wet from tears and I reach up to wipe them. "Oh, baby...no. Please don't cry. I'm sorry."

She sniffles and shakes her head. "Just don't stop." Her eyes flutter close as I move faster.

"I won't." I kiss her eyelids, her cheekbones, her nose, and then her lips.

"I want to touch you." She says quietly and I can't deny her this. Fuck this dom shit.

I reach over and tug her binding loose and then do the same to the opposite side. "You're free, Ana."

Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers grip my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. When she releases my lips, she opens her eyes and smiles up at me, causing my smile to mirror hers. I press my forehead to hers and nuzzle my nose against hers as I continue to pump in and out of her. I concentrate on her big, blue eyes and thick, black eyelashes and I find myself being overcome with emotion.

"I love you, Anastasia." I whisper. My heart thuds hard in my chest, hearing myself say it out loud.

Her eyes widen and I wonder if I've made a mistake. She starts to cry and I panic and start to rise to leave her, but she hold onto my head, forcing me to stay.

"I love you, Christian." She states quietly. My chest bursts as she lets out a sob and my lips crash into hers. I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her as close as I can to me while I push her into the mattress. I don't pull away until my lungs are burning.

When I open my eyes, I realize my own eyelashes and cheeks are wet. "Say it again." I demand. I need to hear it.

"I love you, Christian. I love you so much."

"And I love you." I answer, making her beam.

I rise up above her, making sure to keep myself buried inside of her and pull us both down the bed enough for me to lean back and untie her feet.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby."

Once she's locked her legs around me, I slide us both back up so her head is resting comfortably on the pillow while we continue to make love.

"Christian...I'm so close..." She tightens her hold on me and I can feel her start to throb.

"Let go, love. Let me feel you."

Her chin lifts and her mouth opens into an 'O' and she detonates around me. I still, forcing myself not to come. I'm not ready to stop, yet.

When I've given myself enough time to settle, I start up again, but after a few thrusts, I find myself needing to stop again. Fuck, I'm sensitive.

Anastasia's hands slip from the back of my head to my cheeks and I concentrate on her face.

"It's okay, Christian...come. Mark me...please."

Fuck. I shudder against her as I shoot inside of her, and call out her name.

I cannot believe she gave me an order. I haven't taken orders in bed since Elena...and here, my body obeys Anastasia like a puppy...and in my playroom. I should be furious about this. I should want to punish Anastasia...punish myself for obeying...but I don't have it in me. I find myself not minding it...even liking it. I love this girl...and she loves me. Fucked up, domineering, stubborn me. A part of me knows she shouldn't, but I'm too selfish to care. She. Loves. Me. ME. No one else. She's mine.

I roll us over and pull her against me so that she's curled into my chest. I take her hand and place it on my chest. I need her touch. It tingles like it did earlier, but is more intense. Skin-on-skin and it's incredible. I can already feel my dick starting to stir. I keep my eyes on her face and she stares at her hand with wide eyes.

"I love your touch, Anastasia." I tell her, reassuring her.

She grins. "I love your everything, Christian. Can...can I move it?" She asks, uncertain.

I nod against the pillow. "Yes, baby. Slowly."

She smiles and her fingers find my chest hair before wandering down my chest and to my abdomen. My muscles tighten and her hand stills for a second before continuing to my my stomach. Her palm runs over my abs before her finger traces the line of hair to my groin. She grasps my hard dick and squeezes.

"I want you, Christian."

"Hop on."

Her eyes widen and she sits up to look at me. "I...are you sure?" She looks around. "In here?"

I grin. "Yes, baby. I want you to ride me."

She hums and gets on her knees. "I've never done it like this before..." She mentions, looking down at me.

"Good." I answer and pat my hips. "Climb on. I want you to ride me hard." I offer her my hands and she laces her fingers with mine and throws her leg over me.

Once she's maneuvered herself over my dick, I let go of her hand to guide myself into her as she lowers herself. We both groan as I fill her.

I take her hand again. "Start slow. It's just like the bath, baby, except I'm laying down."

She nods and does as I say. Soon, she's bouncing on top of me and I let go of her hands to grab her breasts. They're just too inviting. I start to move my hips with hers, bucking her forward, and her hands land on my chest reflexively. She pulls them back and gasps and I grin.

I release her breasts and grab her hands, placing them back on my chest. "I want you to touch me, baby. Use my chest as leverage."

She nods and I let go of her wrists, once I'm sure she won't move them. My hands find her ass and I grab onto it, moving her up and down quickly, making her scream.

"I need you to come, Anastasia." I say through clenched teeth. I'm about to blow.

She squeezes around me and forces me over the edge. She hasn't come, yet, so I reach between her legs and rub her clit roughly, forcing her to come, too.

Anastasia collapses on top of me, panting. "Wow."

I chuckle. "Definitely." I wrap her in my arms and turn us both to the side so I can cover us with the sheet.

She nuzzles into my chest and yawns.

"Sleep, Ana. When we wake, I'll ravish you again."

I can feel her smile against my chest. "I love you, Christian."

My heart leaps again at her words. "I love you, too, baby." I pull her flush against me and bury my nose into her hair, closing my eyes. All the Elena shit from earlier, lay forgotten and I drift off.