APOV
"Cum for me, Anastasia."
I wake with a start, panting, covered in sweat and feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. Oh my gosh, I came in my sleep! Thank fuck Kate isn't home to hear me calling out my dream release. Fuck I'm loud. I sit up still trying to catch my breath and take a huge drink from the bottle of water on my nightstand table.
I can't believe I just had a wet dream. I was a virgin not too long ago and now I'm having sex, a lot of sex. Sex with Chad was great, but sex with Christian is toe-curling, mind-blowingly amazing, it was the most incredible sex I have ever had. I think I'm slowly turning into a freak or a sex crazed maniac.
I also can't believe I had sex with Christian last night after what happened; just minutes before we had sex, I was running for the hills terrified of him. I'm glad he explained things, but damn, I was scared to death not five minutes earlier and the next thing I know, I'm in his bed. Not to mention, I've only known Christian for two days, and I don't really know him, though I did begin to talk to him as FiftyShades online just over a week ago so I guess I can include that in how well I know him, which still isn't well enough. He could have just told me he knew me and how, then maybe we could have got together sooner without all the creepy stalkerness, but I guess either way I would have been creeped out.
I get out of my warm bed and pad my way to the bathroom to shower. I take off my soaked panties and pajamas, then get into the shower. As I shower, I think about last night. I had sex again, and not just any sex, incredible sex. I feel like we rushed things, moved too fast so to speak, but I guess it was inevitable. We are entering into basically a sex only type of relationship.
After having sex with Christian last night we had a late dinner together, cold cut sandwiches, and talked a bit more before I went home. Christian offered me his guest bedroom since it was so late by the time I was finally headed home, but I didn't feel fully comfortable staying the night with him just yet. I needed to go home, to wrap my head around this. Even if I did stay, I didn't have any work clothes there. Before I left we agreed to scene this weekend starting on Friday after work. That will give me a few days to get used to this crazy new arrangement.
As soon as I got home last night, I crashed as soon as my head hit my pillow, and I had the best night's sleep I've ever had in my life. The great sex plus the adrenaline crash was amazing for my sleep. I feel so refreshed this morning.
I can't believe my luck, or are all men secret Dominants? Either way, Christian and I are now in a non-emotional Dom/Sub monogamous relationship. I don't really know what that means or how it will work, but I'm glad it's monogamous even if it's just sex. I wouldn't have sex with another man while I'm with someone, non-emotional or not, it would still feeling like cheating, and I'm glad he wont have sex with other women while with me. A man like that, a sex god, surely has women lining up to be with him. And it's me that he wants. Talk about an ego boost.
That boost was shot back down after we had sex, though. I was a little hurt and surprised when he immediately got dressed like that's all I was there for was a quick fuck, but I guess, considering the relationship we're now in, I am. He didn't even take off his T-shirt while we had sex, which is unusual since I know that man is built like a Greek God. Why wouldn't he want to show that off? He did say he's never had vanilla sex before, which is just really weird. That means he lost his virginity in a scene. He seemed upset when he thought I lost mine in a scene. He was obviously thinking of his first time, and if he was upset, that must mean he didn't have a very good introduction to sex. Then why continue with BDSM? This man in an enigma.
After my shower, I dress for work, grab a bagel to-go, lock my apartment, and I walk to my car.
I roll my eyes when I see him get out of his car and continue towards mine.
"Where were you?" I hear him ask from behind me just before I can get my car door unlocked.
I turn around with the bagel in my mouth, holding my keys and my bag in my hand, to see Chad still walking towards me.
"I waited for hours for you to come home last night so we could talk and you weren't here until well after 10 o'clock, looking well fucked."
I roll my eyes at him, and take the bagel out of my mouth so I can speak.
"Chad, we're not together, what I do is no longer your concern."
"I thought we were friends?"
"Yes, friends." I agree then proceed to tell him the meaning. "Friends do not get upset if another friend comes home late or if their friend visits another friend, friends don't stalk other friends, friends don't get upset with other friends for moving on, friends don't leave their friends on the side of the road, which I'm still upset about by the way. Friends, Chad. We're just friends."
"Are you with him now? Your new friend? Is he giving you vanilla?"
"That is non of your business, who I'm with, or what I'm doing."
"I don't like it, Anastasia. You were mine."
"You don't have to like it, Chad, and the keyword there is I 'was' yours. I'm not any longer and that's your fault entirely. I tried to reconcile with you if you gave up the punishment aspect of your kinky lifestyle, but you said you couldn't do that. I'm going to be late for work if I don't go now so I'll talk to you later."
"What's his name, your new friend? You never told me. Is it Grey?"
"It doesn't matter, you don't need to know."
I did sign an NDA, but I wouldn't tell him anyway. And who the heck is Grey?
I get into my car before he can say anything more and drive to work.
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CPOV
I've been awake for hours, unable to sleep after the night-terror of my former life that still haunts me. My dream started off with Anastasia and I in the starring role, but quickly morphed into my usual nightmare of my former life.
I've played my piano, done some work, and even emailed Elena letting her know I'm no longer looking for a sub.
After Anastasia and I had sex last night, we had dinner together and talked more about our relationship as well as previous relationships. I told her I had 15 Subs and fucked nearly 100 Subs in total, she told me she only had sex with one person, Chadwick fucking Garrett. She's very inexperienced compared to me. It's going to be so much wicked fun teaching her and training her to be mine. I've never had to train a Sub, but the prospect of training her to meet my needs is going to be exhilarating.
I'm not thrilled she's been with someone other than me, for some reason. I don't understand why, I barely know her and all my previous Subs had multiple partners before me. I didn't have a problem with that, but for some unknown reason it gets to me that someone else had her.
When I arrived at Grey House this morning, Andrea went through my daily schedule and alerted me that Ms. Lincoln called since she couldn't reach me on my cell. Elena told her she wanted to meet with me about the salons. It's sooner than usual, but it is around the time Elena gives me the paperwork for the salons we co-own, so I granted her a meeting with me.
I have a busy schedule today so Elena's due here any moment. While I wait for her to arrive, I'm going through some paperwork for my next meeting which is immediately after I see Elena. I'm barely getting any work done with thoughts of Anastasia and I from last night, running through my mind.
~buzz~
"Yes, Andrea." I answer my intercom.
"Ms. Lincoln is here to see you, sir."
"Send her in."
"Yes, sir."
I put away the paperwork I was working on so I can give Elena my full undivided attention just as the door opens and she walks in.
"What the fuck did you do to your hair?" I get up to greet her, kissing her cheek as she holds my biceps.
"I thought a change was due." She gives her head a little shake so her hair bounces. "Do you like it?"
"Brunette, Elena?" I shake my head as I sit at my desk. "It doesn't suit you."
"Well, thank you for being honest." She's snippy, but it's the truth.
I'm used to seeing her with her signature platinum blonde hair. Why would she dye it brown?
"You look much better blonde is all." I try to sound like I care but I don't.
"I was considering it so I thought I would try a hair piece." She takes off the brunette wig setting it on the side table next to her between the two chairs in front of my desk and smooths out her platinum blonde bob. "Now that I have your opinion, it wont be permanent."
"You have paperwork for the salons?" I'm busy today so I move us along and away from Elena's midlife crisis.
"Yes," She gets out the paperwork from her bag. "I also received your email this morning."
"Mm-hm." I hum as I quickly skim through the paperwork she just handed me.
"You no longer need a Sub." She pushes.
"That's right." I'm still focused on the salon paperwork, seems the business is doing quite well.
"Darling, you're being quite vague, are you going to talk to me about this?"
"About what?" I finally set the paperwork aside, giving her my undivided attention.
"About us." She says like it's obvious.
"What about us?" I'm clueless as to what she's referring to.
She laughs. "About what our relationship will entail."
"I'm not sure I follow." What is she talking about?
"Christian, I know you're not this naïve. Why are floating around the subject?"
"Elena, I honestly have no idea what the fuck you are going on about." I try to control my temper but the annoyance I feel is clear in my tone.
"Well, you said you no longer need a Sub." She says like she's trying to tell me something but I have no idea what.
"That's right, because I found my own."
"You what?!" She shrieks.
"I found someone. You weren't bringing any potentials to the table so I was forced to venture out and find my own."
"Christian, that is absurd, why would you do that, surely they saw thé Christian Grey and jumped on your dick without question."
"Actually, she doesn't know who I am." I try to control the smile fighting to break through at the thought of being seen as just... Christian.
She rolls her eyes. "Everyone knows who you are, she's obviously lying."
"Either way, I thought I would let you know not to worry about finding a Sub for me for the time being as I already have one."
"Christian, how do you know she will meet your needs? I find you submissive woman because I know what you like, darling."
"And I don't know what I like? I'm fully capable of finding my own, and I have. I was just sending you a courtesy email so you know you no longer need to look for anyone."
"I don't like it, Christian."
I knew she wouldn't, but this is her own doing, although I'm not entirely sure what she doesn't like about it.
"You don't have to like it, Elena."
~buzz~
"Excuse me," I click my intercom. "Yes, Andrea."
"Mr. Grey, your next meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."
"I'll be right there." I turn off my intercom. "Thank you for the salon paperwork, Elena. I have to get back to work."
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APOV
Christian said we'd only play on weekends and we've agreed only every other weekend. This weekend will be our first weekend, but I forgot to tell him that Kate is coming home on Sunday so I wont be able to play with him that day. I don't have his number so I log into the BDSM chat room we met on and re-activate my account so I can send him a message through that. My lunch break has just begun so I sent him the message before I head out.
BlushingRose: Hi, Fifty. LoL. I forgot to get your number but I wanted to let you know I wont be available to play on Sunday. I have to pick up my roommate from the airport.
FiftyShades: My sincerest apologies for not giving you a way to contact me. I was quite distracted last night. ;) Here's my cell number ###-###-####. That wont be a problem, regarding Sunday, we can play on Friday and Saturday this weekend.
I bite my lip while reading his message to stop me from grinning like a loon. I can't stop the blush forming on my cheeks, though as I recall last night. I have been distracted all day with thoughts of us together. I can't wait until Friday.
BlushingRose: Okay, I'll text you on your phone instead of private messaging from now on. I'm about to go to lunch so I'll see you Friday.
FiftyShades: I'm looking forward to it.
I'm still biting my lip as I close the email window and log out of my personal account on the BDSM website again.
"Me too." I whisper to my computer.
The man I saw at the café and dreamed was FiftyShades really is FiftyShades, and is now mine in reality. My Fifty. If you told me when I started chatting with FiftyShades that we would be involved, I wouldn't have believed you. I can't believe it myself.
As I walk out of the building my phone rings.
"Hello, Chad." I'm cautious when I answer his call.
"Anastasia, I wanted to apologize for my behavior this morning."
"You should be sorry, you have no reason to be upset that I've moved on."
"I know, that's entirely my fault. I get that. Are you going to lunch? I thought we could have lunch together, as friends."
"I'm on my lunch break now, yes. And sure, where?"
"My place?"
"Your place or your place?" I ask cautiously.
He chuckles and clarifies. "My restaurant."
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
I get in my car and drive to Garrett's Bar and Grill. It's a cute two story building on the water front with fantastic views of Elliot Bay thanks to the floor to ceiling windows on the second floor.
As soon as I park my phone rings with an unknown number. Since I don't know who it is, I ignore it.
When I walk in, the place is bustling with a lunch rush. As soon as the hostess sees me, she shows me to a table in the back where Chad is already waiting for me. He seems to be going over some paperwork, but he puts the paperwork down, setting it aside when he sees me.
"Hello, beautiful." He stands to kiss my cheek.
"Hi. I only have 30 minutes before I have to get back." I say as I look around at the busy restaurant while we sit.
"I took the liberty of ordering you a chicken wrap. It should be here soon."
"Thank you."
I love the chicken wraps here and have become obsessed with them... they're too delicious not to be.
Our food arrives shortly after I'm seated, and I begin eating.
"I've decided to take punishment off the table." He starts before he eats.
I have to swallow the bite I'm eating before I can answer and I even drink my water to wash it down.
"That's good." I take another bite because I don't have long. It took me longer than expected to get here.
He grins. "So we can try again?"
"We? No. But that's good for whomever you begin a new relationship with."
"But you said if I took punishment off the table we could try again."
"Yes, a few nights ago, and you told me no. I'm sorry, Chad, I've moved on."
"Already?" He's barely holding onto his control as his temper is getting the best of him. "Don't you think it's a bit soon. I mean, we just ended."
"Chad, if you want to continue to be friends, you'll stop right now." I warn him. "I wont stand for that."
"I'm sorry, I apologize, it's just that I wanted you back, Anastasia, and now it's too late."
"That's right, it is too late. You had your chance before you left me stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere." I'm still kicking myself for letting him off so easily for doing that. I guess that's why I can't let it go and keep bringing it up.
"I told you I was upset and needed to cool off. We both needed space."
"You left me stranded, Chad, with no way of knowing where I was. Something could have happened to me."
I could have been killed, but now I know I would have met Christian sooner, and he's not an internet psycho killer. If I had stayed and waited for Fifty, whom I now know is Christian, would I of let Chad off the hook so easily... I was terrified that night, looking back, and I just wanted to get out of there.
"You weren't there for long, a few minutes at the most." Like it's no big deal. "I came right back."
"I didn't know you would come back at all." I argue.
"But I did." He counters. "And you forgave me."
"I was scared!" I shout then look around the restaurant when the diners quiet down and look in our direction. "Listen, even if we worked it out and took punishments off the table, I don't think we would of lasted very long. We're just too incompatible." I admit I wanted him back, but not him, the sex.
It also wouldn't work because I'm not in love with Chad. He was my first boyfriend, sure, and I lost my virginity to him, but I don't love him. I don't feel that knees trembling, heart in my mouth, butterflies in my belly feeling with him. I feel like if you really love someone, you don't have to force it. It should come naturally. As I think of this, Christian pops into my head. I've felt that with Christian. My knees tremble, my heart soars, I have a million tiny butterflies in my belly not just went he's near me but when I think of him. Non-emotional sexual relationship, Ana. I shake my head and blink away the thought.
"You're compatible with him then?"
"It doesn't matter who I'm with. If you want to be friends, you're going to have to accept that we are never getting back together."
He sighs. "Alright."
"Thank you."
"If you love something, set it free, right? I only want you happy, and it sucks you're not happy with me."
"Chad." I whine his name. "I was happy, don't think I wasn't, I just can't do that and you said you needed it. You don't want to be with someone who can't be what you need. You'll never be happy."
"I don't want to lose you, Anastasia, so if you're only willing to give me a friendship, I'll accept that. I don't like it, but I accept it."
"You wont lose me, I care about you too, but friendship is as far as that goes. There's just no other way for us. We can be friends, but you have to stop being so jealous and territorial over every little thing, regarding me."
"I wont interfere with any of your new relationships." He tells me.
We continue to eat, talking like friends throughout. I mention that Kate returns Sunday and tell him about my new job. He tells me about his brother Emmett and how his restaurant is doing. My phone goes off a few more times with the same unknown number, but I don't answer.
When I need to return to work, Chad walks me out and to my car, kissing my cheek before I leave.
I drive to Grey House and park in the underground parking with minutes to spare before I'm to return to work.
"Where have you been?" I jump startled as I hear Christian growling behind me before I can call the elevator.
This is the second time today someone asked me that from behind. I wish they'd stop, it's annoying!
"Gees, Christian." I put my hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat faster, and turn around. "You startled me."
"Answer me."
I notice he's standing tall, dominant, hair unruly like he's been running his fingers through it all day, and he's glaring at me. It confuses me because we agreed to only do the control exchange in his Playroom during kinky sex scenes every other weekend or weekends I'm available. As sexy as it is, why is he acting all Dominant now?
"I was at lunch." Isn't that evident? It is my lunch hour.
"Where." It's not a question.
"I had lunch at Garrett's place." I tell him.
"With him?"
"Yes, I told you he's a friend."
"I don't want you seeing him again."
"Christian," I laugh a little at his ridiculous demand. "You can not tell me who I can and can not be friends with."
He's still glaring at me, and I see him clenching his jaw like he wants to say more but wont, or rather can't.
"I'm going to be late, I have to get back to work." I say when he doesn't say anything more and turn around to call the elevator. "I'll see you Friday, okay."
"I'm thinking of a scene as we speak."
"Just so you know." I stop myself from calling the elevator as I turn around to face him again. "You will not punish me for seeing a friend."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I have to go."
I turn around and this time I finally call the elevator. I'm going to be late if I don't go now.
The elevator arrives so I step inside. I turn around and as soon as I push the button for the publishing floor, Christian pounces. He has my hands pinned above my head in one of his, his other hand cupping my chin and his hips pinning mine to the wall. His lips crash on mine coaxing them open as he pushes his tongue inside, dominating my mouth. He's kissing me passionately and possessively. I'm already wet and moan when I feel his erection on my belly.
I return his kiss just as passionate and possessive as him. Since he wont free my hands, I lift my leg, wrapping it around his hip and pulling him closer to me. His erection now pressing against my wet panty covered sex as he flexes his hips, pushing towards me and grinding on me. He groans in my mouth before he pulls away from our kiss, gently biting my bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth. I drop my leg, but he's still holding me.
"You. Are. Mine." He growls, gray eyes glowing.
Oh, I'm yours, Christian. I'm yours!
"Say it!" He demands. "Tell me you're mine."
"Yes," I pant out. Oh god, yes. "I'm yours."
I can't help but to look at his sexy mouth that was just on mine. Thankfully I don't wear lipstick.
He kisses me again but quickly pulls away completely before he can deepen it when the elevator chimes it's arrival.
Before the doors open, I quickly right my bunched up skirt so I'm not giving my coworkers a show of my panties.
When the doors open on the publishing floor, I look at him. He's standing cool, calm, and collected with his hands in his pockets to hide his erection, seemingly unaffected like nothing happened, while I'm still leaning against the wall of the elevator, holding myself up, trying to control my heavy erotic breathing. Then I see him slowly exhale. He's effected, he just has a better way of controlling how he feels than I do.
Non-emotional, Ana. My subconscious reminds me.
I look at the ladies behind the publishing reception desk to make sure they don't notice anything, but they are too preoccupied with work, more so than usual. It must have been busy while I was at lunch.
"Friday." Is all he says.
I nod in agreement and finally gather myself enough to step off of the elevator.
What is it about elevators?
The doors close behind me, taking him to whatever floor he works on and leaving me glowing from that kiss. I can still feel my lips tingling from his and the dampness between my thighs. Christian can kiss. I turn around and watch the numbers climb until they stop at the 20th floor; the highest floor of the building. I knew he had to be a higher up with the apartment he lives in. He probably has a fancy title like COO or something. Mr. Grey sure does pay well. I was given a raise when GEH bought SIP with more benefits too.
I have a huge goofy grin on my face as I make my way to my desk, trying to ignore the emotions I'm feeling.
I can't wait until Friday.
When I sit at my desk, before I start on the manuscripts that I need to finish today, I open my email to put Christian's number in my phone. I should have done this as soon as he sent it to me, but I was heading to lunch and didn't think about it. When I add him to my contacts list it shows he's already called me a handful of times. And that's when I realize, Christian was the unknown number calling me while I was at lunch with Chad.
How did he know?
A/N: To the guest reviewer who said this was 'out of character' for Christian & Anastasia. Yes, I know. I did label this story OOC for a reason.
OOC = Out Of Character.
As they are fictional characters, no one can say what the characters would or wouldn't do. But it's labeled slight OOC because they are not like their canon selves. The guest reviewer also said they didn't 'think' Christian would give up that much of the contract for Anastasia... in the 1st book they never even signed the contract and in the 2nd book he gave up EVERYTHING in the contract to be with her. So yes, he would.
This author's note is just a reminder that this story is OOC and is labeled as such.
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I'll update again next year! ;) ;)
