Well, this story is very close to the end!

But a happy ending of course! ;)

Of course, edited by icalyn !

"Christian, is this your girlfriend?"

"Who is she, Christian?"

Christian and Anastasia just kept walking to the limo that would take them back to his place. He had his arm wrapped around her protectively and he helped her get into the car. This was it: they were finally getting married.

"I enjoyed tonight," Ana says as Christian gets into the car and looks at her.

"I enjoyed tonight, too. You know that tomorrow we will be on every magazine's cover," Christian says, placing his arm over Anastasia's shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, I don't care," Ana said, being completely honest.

Now she knew that Christian would marry her, he loves her. He had done almost all the tasks now. All except for one – his playroom.

He had introduced her to his parents, he had met Ray, and they had spent a few days doing all the girly stuff she had made him do. And he suffered with joy in his eyes, because he loved her. But Anastasia was still curious to know about his playroom. She needed to know. And she would make him do this one last thing tonight.

They made out all the way to Escala, but when they got there, Ana didn't waste any time. She knew where the Playroom was and she went directly there.

"Ana, where are you going!?" Christian asked as he followed her.

"To your last task," Ana smirks and unlocks the door with the security code she had learned when Christian had showed her the room previously.

"Ana, stop," Christian said as they walked in the room.

"Why would I? Do you really want to marry me or not?" she laughs walking to him and unzipping her dress on the way. "I read about this, Sir. And I want to know what this is, Christian. I want you to spank me like you did with your submissives. I want you to fuck me hard and rough." She was shocked by her words, but that was the truth. She had been having wet dreams about her, Christian and the playroom. And she needed to know Christian's past and this was the best way to learn it.

"Ana, please – " as he said it, she ignored him and got out of her dress.

"Spank me, Sir," Anastasia says and makes her way to Christian, and he finally is persuaded. He took her in his arms and sat down on the bed, placing her on her stomach across his lap, in perfect spanking position.

"Anastasia, before we do this…how much you want to know?" he said, softly rubbing her bottom, afraid of what he was going to do to her. He didn't want it. He didn't want to be a Dominant anymore. He wanted her.

"Everything, Christian. I need to know the worst. So take off that belt of yours and do it."

Christian couldn't hit her with a belt; he couldn't imagine giving her that much pain. But he had to. This one time.

"Christian, ten spanks with the belt. The hardest you can." She had read so many articles about this type of relationship – many blogs – and she needed to feel it. Even if it hurt, she knew she could bear it.

But she regretted it as soon as the belt touched her now bare bottom.

"Ahh!" Anastasia screamed in pain, this was worse than she had expected.

And Christian didn't stop, he needed to finish this as soon as possible, then take her to his bedroom and make sweet love to her. And then propose to her.

"Two," He said and spanked her again. This time Anastasia screamed louder from the pain. It hurt so badly, but she needed to let him finish.

But then Ana thought – he had just started and there were tears in her eyes. And he seemed lost in this, because he spanked her the third time, and the fourth time, not even caring about her screams. She couldn't bear the pain anymore.

"Get away from me!" she yelled and pushed Christian away. She had seen enough. And now she was not sure she wanted to marry him anymore. She picked up her dress and quickly put it on, she needed to think.

"Anastasia!" Christian followed her to the door, trying to touch her but she managed to avoid his touch.

"Don't touch me."

"Ana, please. You know I never wanted to do this to you; I am so sorry, baby. I love you, and I don't want this for you, I want to be soft and sweet with you." She didn't even have the strength to listen to him; she just headed to the elevator.

"I can't talk to you now, Christian," she said and entered the elevator.

"Anastasia!" he yelled but the door was closing and he just saw her leave with tears in her eyes.

There were tears in his eyes, too, as he fell on the floor and for the first time in his life, started sobbing.

He knew it was about to end.