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Christian's POV
It has been six days since I last saw Anastasia. My blood pressure was just now coming down to a healthy level. Friday night was spent outside Anastasia's door waiting for her to answer at least one of my text messages. With her phone going straight to voicemail and her cowardice of avoiding me, I temporally retreated to Escala to wait out her obvious anger. All weekend was spent in limbo. Not even the extra work I put in at my home office distracted me from the nervous anticipation that Anastasia's escape had caused me. She didn't even hear me out over my proposed changes to the contact which would allow her more freedom and access to me. Hell, I even cuddled up to her in public! Surely that would show a sure indication of affection from me. All the signs of her enjoyment at my nearness were visible on Friday. By Monday I had decided that part of the issue Ana had was that Escala was the only place we would play. I dropped a line to my realtor and purchased by Tuesday an eight bedroom house on an elusive thirty five acre estate only thirty minutes from Seattle. This brought me to dinner on Wednesday with my brother over plans to remodel the house and building a detached security suite. A decorator would have to wait until the plans were finished and Ana had time in her schedule to choose fabrics and decor. Playing house with Anastasia oddly felt right. I had a feeling she'd be my sub for at least a few years.
Elliot's prodding brought me out of my imagines of Ana cooking breakfast naked in a sunlit kitchen.
"Bro, isn't that Kate?" He asked and pointed rudely at two figures passing by our secluded table.
I whipped my head around. Where Kate went, Ana followed. Sure enough Anastasia's fantastic ass was sashaying through the Mile High Club. Elliot called out but was unheard by both ladies. I stood and straighten my dark grey dinner jacket and moved to follow them but was left behind by Elliot tearing away from the table to catch up to Kate. I kept standing as I waited for them to reappear. When Anastasia finally came into view, the first thing I noticed was her pained expression and lowered eyes.
'She must feel ashamed for how she has treated me,' I thought. Although she needed to feel sorry for the pain she had caused me, it would do us no good if her shame prevented me from soothing her. Submissive number 5 had actually terminated our agreement after an accident she had in the playroom. I could not take that chance with Anastasia. The depths of the feelings she inspired in me went beyond what anyone had ever done including Elena. The dreams that featured Ana terrorized me at night with visions of a normal life full of light and family. It sickened me during my waking hours to even think of being married much less having children. The darkness in me tainted everything I touched.
My thoughts were broken by their arrival at the table. I pulled a chair out for Ana and settled her next to me close enough for our thighs to touch after I sat down. I half heartedly contributed to the conversation Elliot was trying to maintain about the estate I purchased. My mind was engaged by the smooth expanse of leg left bare from her knee length charcoal grey dress. As always, Miss Steele was the pinnacle of a classy lady with a modest wrap neck line that hugged her breasts to perfection without ruining her integrity. Her earrings glinted in the soft light gracefully touching her bared shoulders.
My responses to their questioning must have been overbearingly rude. Elliot was looking at me expectantly while Kate fumed to the side of him. Kate repeated her congratulations on the estate purchase and I accepted them in a grave manner. I had been raised a gentleman. Anastasia remained silent and somber. If only she knew, I bought the house for her pleasure.
The conversation that flowed like molasses was interrupted by our server. I ordered for both Anastasia and myself ignoring the frown on her face. I knew she would enjoy what I had chosen for her. Bringing her to the Mile High Club was one of my many fantasies that had plagued me since the first dream she featured in. While we waited for our meal, Kate revealed that this was a celebration dinner for Ana. She had been hired by a local publishing house and would start Monday as an assistant editor to a Jack Hyde. I filed that information away to order a background check on Ana's new boss. The server returned with our first course and stared a little too long at Anastasia's neckline. It was time to put an end to his little fantasy.
"We will need two bottles of Bollinger Champagne for my date's celebration," I said as I wrapped my arm around Anastasia's delicate shoulders and stared hard into the mealy-mouthed server's eyes. He blanched and left after a barely discernible yes sir. Ana tensed underneath my arm but I refused to stop touching the soft expanse of skin under my hand. Finally she looked up at me. What I saw in her eyes was not what I was expecting. Instead of relief at me sending away one of her many admirers, those vividly expressive blue eyes glinted with held back tears. I could not comprehend why she was so embarrassed. 'Maybe she needs comfort?'
I gave her a smile and trailed my hand across her shoulders only to stop at her neck then slid down her back to rest on the swell of her ass. My thumb stroked the grey fabric encasing her body. Ana blushed and looked back down into her lap. Her submission was pure elation to me. My smile widened at the possibilities for tonight. I should have kept the diamond and sapphire nipple clamps I had commissioned on my person just in case an opportunity such as this arose. And it did arise indeed. My dick started to harden as my thoughts ran away with a naughty Anastasia naked in the backseat of an Audi wearing the clamps on her firm tits as she bounced vigorously on my hard cock.
I dragged my hand away lest I snagged her up and bolted out of here. "So, Anastasia. What publishing house hired you?"
Anastasia paused before answering. She couldn't refuse a direct question in company. "Seattle Independent Publishing."
I sincerely doubt my luck could get any better than it was at this moment. "I've heard of them. It was a good choice to apply there."
There must have been something in the inflection of my tone that caused her to scrunch her little nose and narrow her eyes in my direction. I tried to give her a smile but found that I was already grinning to the knowledge that GEH had already started talks to acquire SIP. I pulled out my cell and sent an email to Ros authorizing hostile takeover maneuvers for SIP. The sooner this was done the better.
A sudden moment caused to glance up from my phone. Kate stood and made excuses to Ana. Pure panic crossed Anastasia's face. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No. No, you stay here and entertain the men. I'll be right back," Kate said and raised her eyebrow at Elliot. He nodded in response and returned to his salad without a word.
Anastasia made no move to continue our conversation and quietly nibbled on her salad. I let her keep her silence and checked my email for any updates from Ros only to find Elena had emailed me asking to meet at Mile High later tonight. I furiously typed away in a negative response before spending a few minutes browsing for items to be purchased for my new playroom at the estate.
Elliot abruptly stood and left the table without a word. I better warn the staff later to check the bathrooms for used condoms. It irritated me that Elliot would be so crass but if I was in the same position, Miss Steele would be under the table right now with those lush lips circling my hard on. I put my phone down and turned to face Anastasia but was interrupted by the arrival of the second course. I refused to acknowledge the server as I waited my turn to speak with Ana alone. Soon the salads were cleared from the table and the new plates full of asparagus, steak, and lobster replaced them.
Being alone with Ana brought back my ire from the previous Friday. It was time to address her disobedience. I tried to keep my voice even as I addressed her as a dominant. "The stunt you pulled on Friday was dangerous. If I hadn't followed you, I would have lost my mind with worry."
She turned to me in shock at my statement. 'How could she not tell I was so worried about her? Didn't this just prove the depth of my attachment to her? This isn't just about control!'
"I'm sorry, Sir," she softly said. "I'm a big girl and can take care of myself."
"But you don't have to. It is my honor to do that for you," I fired back at her. She started to reply but remained silent as two figures approached the table. I looked up to see it was not Elliot and Kate but Elena and what looked like her newest sub. I saw a physical resemblance of myself in him. 'What the hell was she trying to pull?'
"Ello, my darling Christian!" Elena gushed. Good Lord, she had been drinking. The sub stood to the side with his green eyes cast down. Ana bravely tilted her chin upward and stared directly at Elena. I've never been so hard from such sass from a submissive. Her audacity was astounding considering that even I had once quaked at Elena's approach. As a new sub, I didn't except her to have such strength.
"Good evening, Elena." I glanced at Ana as I said this.
"Oh! You have a...friend here tonight," Elena said as she finally realized I wasn't alone. "I've heard so much about you."
"Oh, have you?" Anastasia let out an unladylike snort. She turned to address me. "You told this creature about me?"
Elena cut me off before I can assuage Ana's ire. "He told me ALL about you, Miss Steele. As an experienced dom, I can tell you right now a virgin wanna be sub will never be able to please Christian. He has very dark passions. I've held the company of thirty two men and I can barely keep up with him."
My anger at Elena's illusions that we are still intimate and Anastasia's inability to please me was cut off by Ana's reply.
"Really now? I thought the number would be closer to sixty. You know, one for every year of your life." The cool collected manner in which Miss Steele presented herself made me question her submissive tendencies.
Fuming mad, Elena stepped closer to the table with her shoulders bunched high. I recognized the stance. She had used it on me many times. It was a dom about to put a sub in her place. "How dare you speak like that to me! Christian! She deserves to have her feet canned fifty times. Her behavior is outrageous."
Once again, I was left out of the conversation as Anastasia defended herself.
"My behavior is outrageous? The only thing here that is outrageous is your inability to cloth your aging body appropriately. I'm half your age and I wouldn't dress like a damn high school student." Ana looked at me completely straight faced. "I bet fucking her is like throwing a hotdog down a hallway."
The anger at Elena that is balled inside of me dissipates completely. I had to have this hellion tonight. Laughter busted from me at such a sweet girl having so much fire inside her. Thank God for our private dining room. Who knows what would happen if the world knew I could laugh. Even Charles, my doppelganger sub, snickered at Anastasia's insult. The mortification on Elena's face made my night complete. She should have never interfered between Ana and me. It was good to know my little kitten had claws that she was not afraid to use.
Without a word, Elena turned on her too high for her age heels. Before she reached the door, it flew open with Kate at the helm. Elena bumped right into Kate and gave a muffled sorry before she almost ran from the room. Kate's eyes followed her giving the stink eye until Elena was out of sight.
"What the hell was that?" Kate asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just putting a bitch in her place." Ana grinned. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, I'm not feeling well. Take me home, Kate. I'll make it up to you."
Kate glanced at Elliot then returned her attention to Anastasia. "Of course. Melted ice cream, cold pizza, and a warm beer?"
"Sounds like a date." Anastasia collected her purse and stood before turning to me. "Thank you for a delightful meal, Mr. Grey."
She turned and strutted out with Kate close on her heels. 'What a woman.'
"What the fuck just happened here?" asked Elliot.
I laughed again. "Hallway hotdog throw down."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I couldn't tell whether he was freaked out over me laughing or what I said.
"It means fuck off, Elliot. Now, about that house." It was time to provide for a woman worth waiting for.
...
I browsed the current stats on SIP's acquisition while mindlessly taking bites of a turkey sandwich from the deli across from GEH. Since last night's dinner, the only thoughts worth thinking were of the fire that brewed in Anastasia. Never had I met a woman that challenged me like her. She was unafraid in the face of a raging dominant. I admired her for standing her ground and in such an amusing way to boot.
The dreams of losing Ana that had plagued me morphed last night into a new wonderful kind of dream where Anastasia and I took our time waking up on a Saturday morning. It was slow paced and sensual. It frightened me. There was no BDSM aspects involved and she touched me. She touched me without fear on her face; without hatred in her eyes. Ana touched me with a soft look and a softer hand. There was no burning sensation but a light laugh that I later recognized as my own. Dream Ana touched me and I loved it. I wanted more of it. I wanted to feel her nails rake down my back as she took her pleasure from me. If only she would answer my calls and texts, I could find out if she could do this in reality. I could finally be the man my mother wanted me to become, a family man.
A buzzing noise disturbed me from analyzing the meaning of the dream further. I answer the phone. "Grey."
"Mrs. Lincoln is here to see you. She does not have an appointment," said Andrea.
'Of course. She wants to know how I punished Ana.'
"Send her in."
The doors opened a moment later and I stood to greet Elena. My face fell. She had a submissive with her. A submissive that looked almost like Anastasia; blue eyes and all. I am beyond fury. The door closed leaving the two of them trapped in my office.
"Elena! Can you tell me why the fuck you brought one of them here?" My voice is low.
"Christian, sweetheart. I'm only doing what is best for you. I know you have..."
I cut her off. "You don't know shit. You brought a sub to my place of business. You risk my reputation. No more. Get out."
Elena stepped forward and tried to reach me. I blocked her with an arctic glare. She froze mid-step. "You don't mean this."
"Of course I do. Let me escort you to the elevator. Our business is at an end." I moved to grasp her arm and pulled her to the door. The unknown submissive followed obediently after us. Hand still tight on Elena's elbow, I ushered Elena and the submissive past Andrea's desk and into the elevator. Elena just gapped at me in shock. For once the bitch was silent. I pushed the ground floor button and back away with a sneer. The door closed and with it my problems. I almost bounced to Andrea's desk where she and Olivia had gathered with confused looks shooting between them.
"Andrea, place Elena Lincoln on the no show, no call list. Email Taylor and the rest of the security teams at GEH and Escala to change the access codes and revise their security perimeters. Contact my personal lawyer as well. I want out of the salons by tomorrow." A smiled plastered on my face, I made my way back into my office to contact Anastasia. Before I shut the door I could have sworn I heard Andrea say 'about time.'
'Yes, it was about time. About time to claim Anastasia.'
...
Last night and this afternoon gave me such pleasure but that was eclipsed by the pain and resentment at Anastasia's refusal. Finally, after two more text messages, she replied in no uncertain terms that she was not available to me and nothing would come from my harassment. I preferred to call it a dogged pursuit but in the end it was back to the drawing boards on this submissive. The stress that she caused led me into a high end exclusive bondage called the Golden Cage that I supported. If I was going to be able to function at all until I trapped Ana under my spell, I had to have some form of release. Four people on my management staff had been fired after Ana's refusal.
My black abstract mask fixed into place, I opened the tarnished golden door and step into a gaudy black and gold interior. The outside of the building looked inconspicuous while the inside did everything possible to catch attention.
"Good evening, Mr. White," the receptionist Lisa greeted me by my club name. "Is there anything I can assist you with tonight?"
"Brunette woman; pale and fit with a high pain tolerance. Any subs here matching that description? I need to work off a little steam."
Ever the professional, Lisa nodded and looked through an appointment calendar. "Tonight, two submissives matching that description are here without a dominant; however, it seems one is still in training and thus unavailable for matchmaking."
"That's fine. Notify the free one. I'll be at the bar waiting." I turned and headed to the entertainment area. More black and gold greeted me in the common area. Being a Thursday, the bar was empty of but two patrons. The backside of the female looked oddly familiar. The dress she wore was not usual in this atmosphere. It was form fitting but covered from her shoulders down to right past her knees. She must be the trainee. Fear gripped me. It couldn't be her.
Before I could take a step, the sweaty balding club owner called Green saddled up next to me diverting my attention from who I hoped to God wasn't Anastasia. "Mr. White, what a pleasure to see you here. I had thought about contacting you earlier today. We have a potential investor visiting tonight."
"Really now." I feign interest hoping to get away. My eyes are glued to the backside of the trainee.
"A Geoff Stephenson. He is highly recommended by our mutual friend Mrs. Lincoln."
'Stephenson was here. That would make the trainee...' my thoughts fell apart. I squared my shoulders. It was time to claim her. "Where?"
"Over there speaking with his protégé. Let me introduce you."
"Oh yes, please," I ground out between clenched teeth walking without waiting for Green to follow heading straight towards Stephenson and whom I believe to be Ana. Stephenson eyed me as he saw my approach. The brown-haired woman turned to see what had caught her companion's attention.
"Oh!" Anastasia gasped. The flimsy black netting of her face mask hid nothing from me. Green caught up to us breathing a little heavier that earlier.
"Mr. White, please meet Geoff Stephenson whom we will code name Mr. Turquoise and his submissive trainee Miss Grey."
The Lord had a good sense of humor, I give him that. "It is an absolute pleasure, Miss Grey. I see you are doing well since I last saw you."
She blushed but continued to look me directly in the eye. Green blanched at this affront but I took it in stride. My kitten wanted to play. She glanced between Geoff and me noting the tension between us. He must have been told about me. I tried to keep the haute tone out of my voice. She needed velvet gloves to be handled. "If you would accommodate me, I would like to speak with you about a new type of contract."
Blue eyes lit up in excitement then lowered submissively. "Of course, Sir."
"Ana, are you sure you want," the newly dubbed Turquoise started to say before I rudely cut him.
"Come." I reached my hand out for Ana. She slid her tiny palm into mine without a backward glance at Turquoise. "Let go to the room I reserved."
There was a small falter in her step but she obediently followed me through the maze of the club to the private room upstairs that I keep on retainer. No words were needed when we entered the vibrant red walled room. I shut the door and immediately pushed her up against the plush red leather wall holding her thighs apart with my hips and her arms held above her head with my hands. Anastasia's eyes were cast down. My cock hardened further pressing against her wet center. The dark jeans I wore grew tighter. The heat that seeped from her core was intoxicating. My cock pulsed at the notion of being sheathed inside my delectable Ana.
I gently nuzzled her face with the scruff on my cheeks wishing that it was her inner thighs receiving this attention as I sucked and licked her pussy. The mask I was wearing pulled from my face and fell to my feet. I drew my face away from her ignoring the disappointment on her face. Contract first, and then we fuck.
"Miss Steele, tonight is an unexpected pleasure." I can almost see the words she is dying to ask me on her face. "Please speak freely with me."
"You said you had a new type of contract, Mr. Grey. Please explain."
Curiosity thy name is woman. What I said a few minutes ago seems so far away. I was bullshitting until I could get her alone. It was already backfiring; my mind was slush in her presence. My hands lowered taking her arms down to her side. I didn't release her. "You know I don't do the girlfriend thing. What you don't know is why."
Her body tightened and she bit her lip but said nothing.
"Stop biting that lip or I will."
"Why don't you?" There was my firecracker that lurked underneath her submissive demeanor.
"Because I refuse to sexually touch you without the security of some sort of contract or even a verbal agreement between us. The reasoning behind the girlfriend thing is because I've never done more. I've never had a normal relationship therefore I do not know how to treat you nor do I know if it is what I truly want between us."
Realization dawned in her eyes. Finally she understood why I can't give her more.
"We can learn together." Apparently, I had not driven the idea home.
"It doesn't come natural to me. The best I can do is try to please your whims since that would be considered taking care of you. That I understand." I wrenched myself away from her. The temptation to forgo even a verbal contract was too great in this moment. The need to thrust myself into her body repeatedly was driving me insane. It did not matter what I agreed to tonight. Once she was hooked on me, the contract could be renegotiated in my favor when I better understood what I wanted from the arrangement. A knock on the door ruined the moment between us. I knew immediately who would dare disturb us in this room. It sure as hell wasn't the owner.
Ripping open the door, I leveled a fierce glare at Mr. Turquoise. To his credit, he didn't flinch nor did he address me. Instead he gave me a look of contempt and focused on Ana who was still flush against the wall breathing heavily.
"Geoff. We are a little busy here," Anastasia said. Her eyes were still focused on me. "I'm negotiating with Mr. Gre..White."
Stephenson looked almost desperate at this point. "Ana, we talked about this. It isn't a good idea and you know it. Come back with me."
She bit her lip and looked as if she was considering his words. Not this time fucker.
"I believe the lady said we are busy negotiating our relationship." I stressed the word relationship and Ana beamed up at me. Damn it. Just another thing to clear up later.
"But Ana…"
"Listen Geoff, you don't know how much I appreciate your help. You have shown me such kindness. Don't worry for me. I trust him. He will make an excellent Master," Ana said with a shy smile.
The way she said master put me on edge. None of the submissives I contracted or used in clubs were ever allowed to call me by that title. It was too intimate for me. Then again, I had never purchased a house for a submissive either. I couldn't allow this to give me cold feet. I had to get her first to Escala for the night. Tomorrow would be the day I assessed the implications for this new arrangement. I pulled out my cell and sent a text to Taylor to meet us out front of the Golden Cage and to have Gail set up my bedroom with the candles I purchased for a slow seduction scene with Ana.
"Ready to go home?" I asked wondering why I phrased the question as if it was our home together. The smile she gave me removed all traces of confusion. My chest tightened in a pleasant manner. I reminded myself that this was just another way to take care of Anastasia as long as she let me whip and fuck the shit out of her.
"Yes, Sir."
I gathered her close to my side and pushed past the scowling Geoff. My hand drifted down to her plump ass and gave it a good squeeze knowing Geoff was watching us leave. I threw a look over my shoulder and smirked. 'Fucker.'
…
I handed Ana into the backseat of my Audi RS 7 and entered close behind her. For once in my life, I forwent safety in order to hold Anastasia. I buckled her seat belt but left mine undone. My body pressed against hers grinding to the beat of the slow jazz music drifting from the speakers. Like a horny teenager, I fondled whatever body part was available as I fucked her mouth with my own. In my excitement, her dress was ripped half way open. Neither of us paid it any mind.
Our tongues clashed together eagerly tasting the crevasses of each other's mouth. One of my hands pinned both of hers while the other played under her torn dress alternating between the slick folds of her pussy and the swell of her firm breasts. I pulled on a taunt nipple and pressed my leg hard between her thighs; the thigh highs she wore teased me to wrap the legs they encased around my waist and fuck her hard. My leg rubbed against her core again eliciting a gasp then a moan from Ana's throat. She startled at the sound of her own voice and her eyes glanced at the driver.
"Christian, he is going to hear us!"
"So we are back to Christian, I see."
She looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"It doesn't matter. Taylor has ear buds in. He can't hear us. Now back to what we started," I said as I drove my pelvis forward. My cock was chafing against the zipper of my jeans. The painful pleasure kept me from dry humping her until I released my seed. The car slowed and turned into Escala's underground parking deck. Taylor pulled into one of my parking spots but made no move to open his door. He had anticipated my needs. He was unquestionably getting the biggest bonus.
Anastasia eagerly unbuckled herself. I grabbed my jacket from the front seat and pulled it around Anastasia's shoulders allowing no one the opportunity to see what was mine.
"Are you ready for a wonderful night?" I asked as I kissed her nose.
"And hopefully many others too, Mr. Grey."
Of course, there would be many others even if I had to lock her in the playroom to accomplish that goal. I opened the car door and pulled her out. It was time.
...
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