"Christian, please…", I moan. I'm strapped naked to the bed, unable to see from a red blindfold, and Christian teasing me with one of his floggers tickling my skin.

The flaxen rope is wrapped around my wrists and ankles and are tied through the golden loops on the bed, firmly holding me in place. My skin is slightly sweating and my chest is heaving, wondering when he'll strike me again.

"Quiet baby. Don't make a sound", he whispers seductively in my ear before carefully hitting me again. My body arches and aches for more contact before hearing Christian drop the flogger on the floor. I can feel him climb on the bed beside me as he removes the blindfold, causing me to blink at the lights as my eyes adjust.

"Please…"

"What do you want, Anastasia?", he answers as he lightly caresses and gropes my breasts.

"You. Please", I whimper.

"Hmm…", he says back. Just then he raises me as he unzips his jeans and pulls them down to fall to the floor. He carefully enters me as I wince at his length, but unlike last time he fills me in a matter of seconds, making me yelp, and then he rides me long and hard as I desperately want to touch him.

"Let me touch you. Mm, please", I moan in his ear.

"You can't baby. You never can."

"Why?"

"Because I'm fifty shades of fucked up."

I groan in my sleep as my eyes start to adjust to the light. My heart is pounding as I contemplate the dream. I've never had an erotic dream before but it felt so real that I'm surprised it wasn't. I look to my side and Christian is nowhere to be seen. I'm a little disappointed but also relieved.

I notice on a nearby chair some clothes set out for me. When did Christian get those? My subconscious peeks over her half-moon specs and nods in approval while reading Moby Dick. My inner goddess is fanning herself on a red couch dressed as a Flamenco dancer and also nods in approval.

I climb out of bed but feel kind of numb down there. Did I come in my sleep? Now I'm thankful that Christian isn't in here. I check the bed and it looks fine, but I quickly decide to get dressed just in case. Waiting for me is a white, long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and matching underwear with white lace. Did Christian buy these or did he ask Taylor to? I'm quietly hoping that Taylor didn't have to go into a store and buy these for me. If he had, I feel sorry for him. I quickly dress and head for the bathroom and again notice that things are set out for me: a toothbrush; toothpaste; a ponytail; mouthwash; deodorant; a comb and some kind of body spray. I knew I would be spending the night but I wasn't expecting him to get me so many things for it. I then remember the first editions books he gave me when we were in New York. I need to ask him about those; they must've cost a fortune.

I freshen up and just as I'm heading for the kitchen, I hear Christian in his office not too far away, yelling at someone on the phone.

"I don't care Taylor, she shouldn't even be near my apartment. Why wasn't Sawyer up-to-date of her whereabouts?.. That's unacceptable. I don't want her hurting herself more than she already has. She's too unstable to be out there all alone…Have her parents been informed?...Good…No, I don't need any more fucking bad press over things like this. They mess everything up with their fucking nonsense and I don't need them breathing down my neck about it…No, she doesn't need to know…Welch should have some in his office. He just faxed some new updates to me this morning…Good, now find her. Call me back when you do." I hear a faint click before hearing him dial another number. I quickly rush to the kitchen but can't help but wonder why he's so mad. Did I do something wrong? Maybe last night wasn't as good for him as it was for me.

I look in the cabinets for some pancake mix, pull out some eggs and bacon from the refrigerator, and some warm mats that I set on the counter. I see the little remote that Christian used last night and decide to turn on some music while I cook. I turn on the Rolling Stones and start to whisk away. I'm left completely lost in the music and sway my hips to the beat. I put some bacon on the fryer and pop some toast into a four-slicer toaster by the sink before frying some bacon on the stove. If it wasn't for my Dad, I wouldn't know how to do any of this. He certainly taught me a lot growing up. I'm so thankful for that.

I'm so distracted by my cooking that I don't even hear Christian walk into the room. I turn around and gasp as I see him sitting on a bench behind the counter with an amused smile on his face. He's wearing a blue t-shirt and his hair is slightly messy and I can tell he needs to shave. I hold my breath at his presence and once again feel the intimidation of his smoldering gaze. As I'm caught staring a little too long, my cheeks flush as I smile shyly back at him.

"Hi", I say meekly to him. I clear my throat and try again. "Hi. Good morning", I say more confidently.

"Hi. You're energetic this morning. Did you sleep well?", he replies as he leans forward, rubbing his lips with his forefinger and index finger.

"Yes, when I finally got some sleep", I respond while biting my lip, thinking about last night again. That sure was nice.

"Are you hungry?", I ask as I start frying some sunny side-up eggs.

"Very", he replies while eyeing me up and down and I instantly realize that it's not the food he's referring to. I blush again as I finish the pancakes.

"Good, cause I'm making pancakes", I joke. He chuckles at my comment.

"Are you alright? Are you sore from last night?", he asks concerned. He must have noticed my expression when I was thinking about his phone call.

"A little but I'm fine. I can handle pain just fine", I smirk.

"Good."

"Is everything alright with work? I heard you in your office when I woke up." I know I shouldn't be eavesdropping but it was hard since he was yelling so loudly. I really do hope it wasn't because of me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you could hear me."

"You didn't wake me, I was just curious what was wrong."

"It's nothing that concerns you. Just a situation at work that my people need to handle", he responds a little aggravated.

"Okay. I was worried it was about me", I confess bluntly.

"It had nothing to do you, Anastasia. Even if there was an issue, I would be negotiating with you and not my people", he says as he smirks. I then remember our conversation from last night as he talked about negotiating from the contract. I smirk at the thought.

"Was last night, um, okay for you?"

"You want to know?" Do I?

"Yes."

"Honestly, it was the best night of my life. I almost forgot how nice sex could be, especially with someone like you", he says with a friendly smile towards me. I look down and quietly smile. Good, I thought. It was nice for me too.

"Same here."

"Good", he says as he rises up and goes to grab some orange juice from the fridge. He takes out two glasses from the cabinet above the stove and pours some into them for us. He sets them down on the counter before putting the juice back.

"Did you sleep well?", I ask.

"Very well, although my partner was a little too aggressive for my taste; I almost lost sleep because of her", he says as he looks at me with a cold stare in his eyes.

"Must be a handful", I giggle.

"I'll say", he smirks.

"Are you ready to eat?" As I ask this, I notice him looking at my behind. I shift from one leg to another at his stare.

"Yes, but maybe I can have you afterwards."

"Sounds nice, Sir", I giggle.

We finish breakfast and Christian takes my hand and kisses each finger in turn.

"You're a good cook. Where did you learn that?"

"My Dad taught me. My Mom was always working."

"He taught you well."

"Hmm."

"Let's get you cleaned up. Taylor can drive us to work."

"Do you ever do your own driving Mr. CEO?", I joke.

"You have such a smart mouth, Miss Steele."

"I know, Mr. Grey. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I might take you across my knee and fuck you senseless, but we don't have time so maybe later."

"Do you have anything important today?"

"I always have something important baby but I'm more concerned about you going to work."

"How could I work today? I've been a little distracted you know."

"As have I, but there will still be time to train you. Just not today."

"Train me?"

"That's the second purpose of the contract, to allow you to explore your sensuality and limits safely."

"How? By listening to you?"

"More or less, but also just by seeing what you like or want try."

"How long does the contract last?"

"Not long, say, three to six months but we can negotiate further than that if you wanted. It doesn't have to precisely be that long."

"Is that why you had so many, um, Submissives?"

"Again, more or less. Now come", he orders as he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.

Christian closes the door behind us and starts to run the bath. He takes out some bath oil and pours into the tub before motioning for me to undress. I shyly unbutton my shirt and slide it off my body. Before I can take my bra off, Christian grabs my wrists and stops me before I can reach the hook.

"Turn around", he gently orders and I comply. He slowly unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders before dropping it to the floor. He snakes his large hands around my stomach and steps closer to my body. He slowly unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down before sliding them to the floor. He motions for me to step out of them and I do as I'm told. He then kisses my left cheek, causing my breath to catch in my throat, and then stands up to hold me close. I can feel his erection through his sweats and quietly moan from the feel.

"You see what you do to me? If we didn't have to work, I would fuck right here right now", he says seductively as he kisses my neck. I moan at his response and before I know it, his hand slides past the fabric and cups my clitoris in his palm. He roughly moves his hand up and down and I squirm in place at his agonizing touch. I feel almost ready to come but he stops too soon for me. He slips my panties off and I step out of them, still a little stunned by his sudden halt. He takes my hair and puts it in a braid before asking me to turn around and face him.

"Do you mind?", he asks indicating his own clothes. I timidly take the hem of his shirt and slowly lift it over his body and head. I drop it to the floor and notice that he has little marks all over his chest? Did he have chicken pox as a child?, I wonder. I shake my head at the thought and proceed in removing his sweats. As I slide them off, his erection springs to life and I clear my throat at the sight. I quickly stand up and avoid eye contact with him.

"Hey", he says gently as he cups my face, forcing me to look up at him. "Don't be shy. It's okay", he says before gently kissing me. I respond to his embrace and start to caress his face, but when my hands move to his shoulders, he instantly stops me before I can go any further.

"Don't. climb in the tub; I'll wash you", he orders with a hooded expression on his face. He turns off the faucet and I do as I'm told and climb in without a word. He follows me and sits behind me. He pulls me closer and I rest my back on his chest, shifting to sit more comfortably. He grabs a washcloth and a bar of soap and I watch as he lathers the soap in the cloth, and then slowly starts massaging my body. I rest my head on his shoulder as he continues his motions. His hand slides down past my breasts, belly, and eventually to my clitoris again. He motions his hand up and down, pressing a lot of pressure on my sensitive area and I close my eyes at the contact but all too soon he stops before I come. I pout at his actions.

"So impatient, Miss Steele", he remarks. I turn to face him as he hands me the washcloth, indicating that he wants me to wash him next. I hesitantly take it from him and gently start rubbing his chest, careful not to go too far. When I look up, his eyes are closed and his breathing is short by my touch. When I go to wash his manhood, I see the veins popping and it's growing before my eyes. I lick my lips and, after one last check, I rub my hand up and down and before I can refuse, I lower myself in the tub and take him in his mouth. His eyes shoot open as I move slowly and deeply.

"Fuck, Ana", he groans. I don't stop and keep going. He's unable to sit still and I surprise myself as I go all the way down, tickling my nose with his pubic hair. I tightly grip him and use my tongue to slide up his member and lick the tip before taking him again.

"Ana, fuck. Don't stop that", he says as his chest is heaving and he's unable to keep his eyes open. I flick my tongue on the end of his member and start sucking again.

"Ana, I'm going to come. If you don't want me to then stop." I ignore him and keep going.

"Ana", he groans.

Soon, I feel a slightly salty liquid shoot in my mouth and I swallow it without hesitation. He tastes so god and I can't find myself stopping. Once it halts, I clean up the mess and sit up straight.

"Fuck", he says almost breathless. "That was, that was amazing." I smirk at his response.

"Have you ever done that before?", he asks.

"No", I respond with a sense of victory. I've never even seen one before but I smile at my sudden confidence to claim his best feature. I would do that again if he asked.

"Well, you received an A in oral sessions. Now, let me return the favor. We can come in a little late." I look at him in shook but also satisfaction at my success.

As we climb out of the tub, Christian takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom. Once the door is closed, he pulls me closer and kisses me passionately. I moan as his tongue glides past my lips and finds my own, and his arms hold me firmly in place. When he pulls away, we're both left completely breathless.

"Do you trust me?", he asks. I nod my response.

"Tell me", he says impatient but also amused.

"I trust you, Christian."

"Stay here", he says and leaves for his closet. When he returns, he's holding a silver tie. What does he want with that? Even my inner goddess and subconscious are in shock.

"Hold out your wrists", he commands and I obey. He then effortlessly ties them together and finishes off with the little bow for show. He gently grabs them and backs me up against the bed and pushes me down onto it with him following. He then pins my arms above my head and looks at me with a wanting expression.

"Keep them, understand?" I nod.

"Tell me you understand."

"I want move my arms."

"Good girl", he replies as his lips twitch a half-smile. "You've pleased me, so now it's my turn to please you. Don't move your arms or I'll have to start all over. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." He then kisses me again, slowly and passionately, and I watch in amazement as he descends down my body. He latches his teeth onto my nipple and it hardens in response. I gasp at the contact.

"Stay still", he commands.

He gently sucks on my nipple and it grows. I can hardly breathe as I watch him move down lower, down there and he then spreads my legs exposing my womanhood to him. He gently tugs on my pubic hair and my back slightly arches.

"We'll have to train you to keep still."

"I can't when you do something like that. Please don't stop", I quietly whimper.

"I know. Just try to stay still baby. You'll enjoy this. I promise."

He tugs on my hair again and pulls me closer to him as he inhales my scent.

"You have a beautiful body", he whispers. I lick my lips as my mouth becomes dry.

He lifts my right leg and kisses each toe in turn. He takes my pinky toe in his mouth and gently sucks on it. I do my best to stay still but it's impossible with him. Still, I don't want him to stop.

He goes further up and mildly bites the pad on my heel. I arched my back again and unintendedly let out a moan.

"Oh, you moved", Christian remarked.

"I didn't mean to. Please don't stop."

"Move one more time, and I'll have to start over."

"Yes, Sir."

With that, he starts the same process on my other leg but this time when he finishes, he glides the tip of his tongue up my inner thigh up there and possesses me. His skillful tongue laps me up and I do my best to keep quiet and still. He gently sucks on my bud of nerves before beginning the agonizing torture once again. He knew what he was doing and I was silently begging him to keep going.

My legs started to twitch and I could feel my orgasm coming as Christian buried his face deeper within me and the next thing I know, I'm wordlessly calling out his name as my orgasm rips through me and Christian greedily takes every drop. My body sags in the bed and I can no longer keep my arms in place as I lower them down and touch Christian's hair. He immediately stops me and pins them back in their place.

"Don't", he says almost angry.

"I want to touch you", I confess.

"I know, but don't. Stay there", he orders as he climbs off the bed and heads for his dresser. From it he pulls a foil packet and walks back to me. Clearly he's not done. He rips the packet with his teeth and I watch in amazement as he slides it on and crawls up to me before lifting my hips and entering me again. I wince at the stretching but I don't tell him to stop. Finally, he enters me completely and starts gently rocking his hips back and forth, filling me with every inch.

"Christian…", I moan.

"Come for me Ana. Come for me." Almost as soon as he said this, I felt my walls tightening and an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me again. I called out his name before hearing him curse under his breath as his climax was rising. Soon, his body stiffened as he called out my name and collapsed on top of me. We laid there for a few minutes catching our breaths, and then Christian took my wrists and released them. I rubbed them together and noticed small indentions in them. Christian brought them to his lips and gently kissed them.

"Are you alright?", he asked concerned.

"Yes. But we're gonna be late for work", I chuckled as I bit my lip at his amused expression.

"What am I going to do with you?", he said as he kissed me again. After a few moments, he pulled away and helped me to my feet.

"Get dressed. Maybe you'll be visiting the Red Room sooner than I planned."