Fifty Shades of Alternate Universe
Chapter Seven
The room was implausibly quiet as she sat atop the blue and silver fabrics of her new bed, holding her phone carefully with her trembling hands. She was going to have to call Kate and tell her she got the job at one point. Then she was going to have to explain that she would be leaving her, even though they had just moved here together in the hopes that they could be with each other for a while longer.
She sighed, putting the phone back in her pocket as she scooted on the bed, lifting her legs and curling them around her as she lay down. It was definitely a comfortable bed, she thought, feeling as if she were lying on air. She only wondered if Christian's was this nice, too. Her face warmed as she remembered their heated kiss that happened not too long ago, and she tucked her hands under her head as a thousand questions landed around her.
What had just happened? She questioned, her thoughts darting back and forth from her last interaction with Christian. Her inner goddess smacked her on the hand with a ruler, scolding her. You know what happened, Anastasia Steele. You goaded him further then he probably intended.
She bit her lip as she remembered the feeling that had pooled at her abdomen as his hands hungrily searched her body. His lips gave her no mercy, and she couldn't help but get the impression that h e might be searching for something in her. The question was, what was he looking for?
She didn't have time to think on this more, as her phone started ringing at that moment. She sat up lazily from the bed, taking the device out of her pocket once more and flipped it open, putting it to her ear. Clearing her throat, she answered it with a whispered voice.
"Hello?"
"Ana! How did it go? I've been waiting to hear from you. It's been like three hours! Did you get it?" It was Kate, and Ana shook her head as a smile spread across her face. She always seemed to call when she was having these odd deep inner discussions.
"Sorry, Kate, I was… preoccupied." Ana replied, not quite lying, but not delving the entire truth of the situation. I had my tongue down Christian Grey's throat, and his hand was almost in my underwear.
"Yeah, whatever, you can tell me that later." Kate spoke hastily, and Ana almost groaned. Damn Kate and her ability to read her thoughts!
"I got the job." Ana breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked around the room. The balcony stuck out to her, and standing slowly, she made her way to the white curtains.
"Oh my god, Ana, that's great! When do you start? Are you coming home soon? We should go celebrate!" Kate screeched, and Ana could tell she was jumping from her end of the phone.
"Um, can we talk about this when I get home? There's a few details that I need to physically tell you." Her voice was even quieter, if possibly, and Kate could sense that Ana was feeling uneasy.
"Ana, what's wrong? Did he do something to you? If he did, I'll kill him." Kate threatened, causing Ana to chuckle softly.
"God, no, Kate, and that's the problem." Ana sighed wistfully, taking part of the curtain in her hand. She looked outside, and she could tell this would be her favorite part of her new living arrangement.
"Oh. My. God. Anastasia Steele, you dirty thing!" Kate hissed in shock, but Ana could tell she was mocking her.
"If you want to blame anyone, blame him. He's the one who started it," Ana spoke, turning as she heard a knock on the door. "Listen, Kate, I've got to go. I'll be home shortly, okay?"
"Alright, I'll quit badgering you. Just call me soon, alright? I was actually kind of worried." Ana smiled at the tone in her friends voice, and as she made her way to the door, she let her hand still on the knob.
"I will. I'll talk to you later. I love you." Ana hung up the phone, opening the door. She was surprised to see Christian there, her face flushing as he started at her with his stormy grey eyes.
"Miss Steele." He spoke curtly, entering her room with his hands in his pockets. Ana frowned, shutting the door behind him. So, they were back to formalities? What was with this guy?
"Mr. Grey." Ana wrapped her arms around her body, leaning against the door as she watched him surveying her room. His hands ran along the comforter of her bed, as if testing the material. She bit her lip, imagining them with their limbs entwined as the sheets wrapped around them, his chest pressed against hers as he moved against her sensually.
Her face was a bright crimson as she tried to get these thoughts out of her mind. His hand stopped abruptly, his fingers twitching as he placed his hand back into his pocket. Straightening himself, he made to walk to the balcony.
"I trust the room is to your liking?" He asked, his eyes hardening as his gaze drifted to the outside world. Ana walked towards him, her arms still crossed, and stood beside him.
"It's wonderful, Christian. Thank you." She replied, trying to find just what had his eyes so preoccupied. As if seeing her frustration, he pointed in a general direction, to a building that had a large GEH atop of the glass windows.
"That's my office just there. Grey Enterprises Holdings." He spoke, and she could see a small smile spreading his lips. She was impressed at the building.
"It's impressive, if not a bit intimidating." She spoke quietly, admiring it from afar. Christian turned slightly so he was facing her, amusement clear on his face.
"Is that what you think, Miss Steele?" He replied, his eyes searching hers. She bit her lip, her head lowering to stare at his feet.
"I think the same could be said of its owner." She lifted her head to meet his grey stare, blue clashing against him. He lifted his brow at her as she refused to look away from him.
"Miss Steele, we have some things we need to discuss." Christian spoke after a moment of trying to force her to back down from her intense glare. He went to sit on the bed, patting the spot next to him. She looked at him curiously, and he only chuckled at her funny look.
"I'm not going to sleep with you, Anastasia. I only want to talk."
"That's too bad." She murmured, unsure if he heard her or not. Judging by the careful swallow he took… Oh yeah, he heard her.
"Miss Steele…" His voice was darker, and it just made her want to rip his clothes off even more.
"Christian," she interrupted him, sitting next to him and placing her hands palm down on her thighs. His lips parted as his eyes bore down onto the flesh of her legs that weren't being covered by her dress. Taking his fingers, he ran them against her thigh lightly. She gasped quietly, looking to him expectantly.
"Let me get something clear, Miss Steele. I don't make it a habit of sleeping with my employees." He started, quickly removing his hand from her body and placing it on his lap. His fists were clenched, and she could tell he was using a large amount of self-control.
"So, you've done this before?" She asked, genuinely, and a bit disappointingly. She couldn't help her romanticized feelings of hoping she could be "the one" to change his ways.
"I have never slept with an employee. Perhaps I should have clarified that part." He replied quickly, turning his face away from her.
"Neither have I." Ana spoke boldly, surprising even herself. She was a virgin, but damn it all if she didn't want this man right here, right now.
"Anastasia, do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?" He hissed, his eyes finding hers. She bit her lip, her eyes closing as she imagined him doing just that.
"I might have an idea." She almost moaned, images of him thrusting his hips against her causing her brain to melt. Her eyes opened in a quick gesture, and uncaring of the consequences, she was suddenly on top of him, straddling his lap as her legs were on either side of him.
"Fuck," He groaned, his hands raising to attempt to lift her dress. He stopped, looking away from her. He seemed to be deep in thought, perhaps contemplating if he should go on. Before she could say anything, though, he looked at her with a serious frown.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He spoke, and her blush spread widely across her face. Unable to speak, she looked away, nodding slowly.
"Fuck, Ana, how?" He sighed, lowering his hands to rest on the bed. She lay her head atop of his, her boldness leaving her all too quickly.
"I was never interested." She replied, a bit surprised when she felt his hands on her back, rubbing her sensually.
"Yet you want to have sex with me?" He asked, his hands searching for the zipper of her dress. She moaned as one of his hands kneaded the flesh of her thigh, her head rising from his.
"Yes," her voice was croaking, and she could feel her breath leave her as her zipper came undone. "Please, Christian…"
"Ana, there's something you need to know before we continue." He was serious again, and Ana wanted to smack his attractive, clean shaven face.
"Damn it, Christian, are you going to make love to me or not?" She snapped, taking his hand in hers as she glared into his eyes. He chuckled, standing from the bed and taking her with him. She gasped in surprise, her legs tightening around his body. Suddenly she was thrown to the bed, and he was undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"I'm going to fuck you, Ana, and you will enjoy it." His voice was husky as he spoke, his fingers working deftly on the last button of his shirt. Once he had finished and took it off of his body, he threw it to the floor. He crawled onto the bed, his figure hovering over hers.
"Take me, Christian…" she wriggled beneath him, her voice becoming needier as he slipped the straps of her dress to reveal her milky, bare shoulders.
"All in good time, Miss Steele." He replied, sitting up. "Now, you need to know that if we do this, you will forever belong to me."
This caught Ana's attention, and she sat up carefully, her elbows beneath her.
"Excuse me?" She asked, unsure of what he meant. He grinned, taking this moment to unbutton the top of his pants.
"If we fuck," he said, as if that was what had her interest, "Then I will have control over you. I will take verbal consent until I can arrange our written contract."
"Wait, wait, what are you talking about? Is this about the cooking job?" She asked, feeling more confused than ever. When he shook his head, she asked, "Then, what are you talking about?" His smile was infectious as he lifted himself from her body, his pants falling to hang off of his hips suggestively. She saw his happy trail peeking out from his waist band, and she blushed, remembering his words from earlier about it.
"I mean that I can fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want. You will do exactly as I say, when I say, sexual or not."
"And you would do that because…" She asked, her heart skipping a bit. For some reason, the thought of being completely his was very attractive to her, and she couldn't see the downside of it.
"Because, Miss Steele, I am a dominant."
Authors Note:/ Wow, guys, thank you so much for the responses! I am glad to hear that you are enjoying this story. Also, just wanted to let you know that I changed a bit of story at the end of last chapter. No major twist, just reworded it a bit better. You can reread the last paragraph or so if you'd like, but you won't be out of clue if you don't. Thank you for your continued support, and I hope to hear more of your thoughts in the reviews you've been sending!
