Oh boy. What did I get myself into?
Christian leads me through the spacious penthouse. He shows me each room, the kitchen area, the balcony outside and then finally my own room. It's absolutely breathtaking with its pale lavender walls and vintage furniture. Very girly, but not immature. The bed is three times the size of my own and covered in a nice patterned quilt. The walk-in closet is empty just waiting for it's next arrival. "This is soon to be your room." He walks me through and shows me its connecting bathroom and balcony that overlooks the city. "You are free to decorate and design as you wish, but nothing too extreme." He looks over at me. "I like to keep things simple."
I can't help but scoff. Simple seems like the one thing he tries to avoid. "When do I move in?"
"This weekend."
I choke a little. "This weekend?"
He moves closer, standing directly in front of me. "Yes, Anastasia." His hand comes out and his long fingers trail across my shoulder. "I want you as soon as possible." His voice is so sexy and masculine I can't help but melt under his spell.
"Oh. Okay."
He turns around abruptly and leads us back out into the hallway. "That is another thing, Miss Steele. With me, you are to refer to me as Mr. Grey, Sir, or Master. Understand? Though I'm more fond of the first two, some women like the latter."
So he takes the dominant thing pretty seriously. "Yes, Sir."
I can almost hear him smiling. "Now. It's time to show you my favorite room. Follow me."
We walk to the other side of the apartment and enter through another set or doors into an entirely different hallway. Goodness how big is this place? The hallway leads to one set of rich wooden double doors. Christian, no Mr. Grey, pulls out a set of keys that only contain one key on the red ring. "This, my girl, is what is known as the Red Room." The doors pull open and my jaw drops instantly at what I see.
He wasn't kidding when he calls it his red room. The walls are literally painted a bright red color. The floor is coated in dark red velvet. In the middle of the room a very large, wide bed with what appears to be red silk sheets covering the mattress. It sits in a wooden canopy bed frame with restraints ties to each post. Above it there is a mirror placed on the ceiling looking directly down…
"My lord." I whisper under my breath.
He gives me a knowing smirk. "Go on. Take a look around."
His find moves to my lower back and he pushes me gently into the room. I walk around and run my fingers over the wooden dressers and boards posted around the walls. Toys of all kinds hang from the boards like you would see in a home improvement store. Things with long leather tails, beads, and wooden paddles take up an entire space on the wall. Another board holds what appear to be harnesses, gags, and rope. "This is what you want to do to me?" I turn around and see him still standing casually by the door, hands in his pockets.
"Yes, Anastasia." His tongue wraps around my name like a snake. "This is my lifestyle. There is a lot you will learn about everything in the room first hand." He steps into the room like it's where he belongs. He moves over to one of the dressers and shows me what each drawer holds. The first one is vibrators, the middle is penetration tools like plugs and dildos, the last one is what he calls nipple clamps.
"These are very useful." He takes out a small paperclip like gadget and moves closer to take my hand in his. He clips the end on my pinky finger. The sharp pain last only for a moment before bringing it to a dulling ache. "When they clamp around your nipples, they make you squirm and whither around until I take them off only when I choose." He releases the clamp from my finger. The blood rushes back, making me ache for more. "You enjoyed that." He whispers. "I can tell just by your face alone." He goes and places the clamp where it belongs back in the dresser. "If I were a betting man. Well, I am, but I'd say that you were a little aroused by that, Miss Steele."
He's not wrong. The sharp pain did feel amazing. It was like a direct line to between my legs. It was hot. "Um, what is all this stuff?" I gesture to the board with all the ties and ropes.
"Ah, those are body harnesses and multiple kinds of restraints." He lifts one off from the very top. It was all black and had a lot of buckles and rings attached to it. "I don't use them very often, but for keeping you still or hanging you from the cross or the ceiling they come quite in handy." He hangs it up and pulls off a metal bar with two leather circles on the end. "This is one of my favorites. Your ankles go in the restraints on the ends and then," He pulls the bar so it spreads out even further. I gasp, imagining the little tool spreading my legs out that far, without anyway out. "It's very fun." He winks at me, casing me to blush terribly.
I swallow hard. "I'm sure it is."
"We'll try it soon." He hangs it back up on its hook.
"Why not now?" I murmur, running my hands over the cold metal of the bar.
"I already told you. You are mine on weekends only. This weekend you will be mine to control and let me just say," He grips my shoulders and turns me towards him. "I very much look forward to giving you some first experiences." He grins down at me with that beautiful mouth of his. A mouth that I will get to kiss and have all over my body. I squirm in my arms, trying to ignore the fire burning between my legs. "You're very aroused." He chuckles, releasing me. "So eager aren't we, Miss Steele?" He runs a finger down my stomach just barely touching the top of my now soaked panties. "That's a very attractive quality."
His fingers move to the other side of my stomach, igniting a line of fire behind him. "I, um, look forward to learning with you, Mr. Grey." My eyes flutter shut as the tips of his finger presses down on that one spot between my legs. My knees shake, ready to give up.
He clears his throat before pulling himself away from me. "I'll have Taylor drive you home now. This way." He spins around and practically runs out the double doors, waiting for me to join him. I get my feet to work again and meet him back out in the hallway.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, noticing his changes demeanor.
"No, Anastasia. You're doing everything right." He leads me to the elevator where I first came in. Taylor stands front and center waiting for his orders.
"Taylor, please escort Miss Steele here back home safely please. Until this weekend, Anastasia." He winks at me.
"Yes, sir." Taylor barks as we climb into the elevator. Before the steel doors slide shut I see Christian standing on the other side, staring at me like a starved wolf about to devour the helpless lamb…