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Christian Grey POV.

Once at home I head straight for my study; taking off my tie and loosening a few buttons of my shirt, I pour myself two fingers of cognac. Taking a gulp of the exquisite liquid, I drape my jacket over the chair and sink down into the plush leather at my desk.

I turn on my computer and realize that I really missed those smart-mouth replies of Miss Steele today, even if she drives me crazy with her defiance at every step. I log into my Gmail account and, as expected, a new letter from my sexy stranger is sitting in my inbox waiting for me. I read it quickly and I'm glad that she seems to have made up her mind about my proposal and wants to show me her submissive side. So now I'm really pleased with that, but she's also onto me and is asking if I know her. Now it's up to me: do I Anastasia her question and lie to her or do I confess and tell her the truth about myself?

I'm about to start writing my reply when I see that she's online at the moment, so I decide to IM her directly instead.

Me: "Miss Steele? Are you there?"

I can tell she's hesitant to reply.

E. Steele: "Well…good evening Mr. Grey...or should I say ...Good evening, Master…Sir."

There it is, that smart mouth again. I can feel my cock beginning to strain against my pants.

Me: "Good evening Miss Steele. At home on Friday night?"

I'm trying to keep the conversation civil.

E. Steele: "I was out, but since the fun was limited to my friends only, I decided to come home and drink in peace."

Oh, wonderful, she's drunk…Maybe this was a bad idea.

Me: "Are you drunk?"

E. Steele: "No, but I'm getting there. Why? Do you want to join me?"

Me: "No, thank you. I had my share of drinking tonight. I've had enough."

I'm still nursing the glass of cognac in my hand, but I think I'd rather have the delicious Miss Steele to get over my annoyance with Elena.

E. Steele: "Hm. You are not fun."

Me: "Fun? Since when is drinking fun?"

E. Steele: "Um…It's not?"

There, I think I see my opening.

Me: "Do you want to have fun Miss Steele? Are you ready to play? It's not the real thing but it sure will get us close."

I think she's intrigued by my proposition.

E. Steele: "We can play? Now?"

Me: "Yes, Miss Steele, now. Do you want to play?"

E. Steele: "Yes, let's play…. This is getting exciting."

That was quick, she's so eager… I like that.

Me: "Yes, what Miss Steele?"

E. Steele: "Yes, Sir."

Oh, my cock twitches in response to that.

Me: "Good girl. Miss Steele, please don't get excited just yet. What are you wearing?"

I think I need to take in the mood of the scene first.

E. Steele: "I'm wearing my white silk slip. I'm sitting on my bed, leaning on a few pillows with my laptop on my knees. Oh, and I have a glass of wine in my hand."

Me: "Silk slip? Mm… Panties?"

Ahh…How lovely, just imagining her in that getup drives me mad… My breathing is picking up.

E. Steele: "No panties."

Mmm… That's like a spoon of honey on my tongue. Those words taste so good.

Me: "Very good. Do you have any toys Miss Steele?"

E. Steele: "Sex toys? I have a vibrator and a dildo, that's all. The girl in my emails is a wild chick. Me…well, I'm just...me."

I chuckle to myself. So here is the real Miss Steele. I had a feeling she was playing it up a bit.

Me: "Go get the vibrator and come back. I'll be waiting."

While she's gone I get more comfortable and free my rigid member from my pants.

E. Steele: "Ok. I have it with me."

Me: "Are you ready?"

E. Steele: "Yes."

Me: "Yes, what?"

E. Steele: "Yes Sir."

Me: "Yes. Don't forget that. Now, I want you to put the laptop on the side of the bed, and take the bedcover and the pillows off of it. Put them on the floor. I need your bed to have only the sheet on it, nothing else. I will wait."

I take several tissues from the holder in my drawer and stroke myself slowly a few times.

E. Steele: "Ready, Sir."

Me: "Hm. Eager little thing, aren't you Miss Steele?"

E. Steele: "Yes, I am Sir. Ready to play."

Me: "Put the vibrator in the middle of the bed and lie on top of it, position it directly on your clit. Not inside you, but pressing against you. Can you do that?"

A few more strokes…

E. Steele: "Yes, Sir. Done."

Me: "Now, this is important. Your legs should not be spread open. Do you understand?"

E. Steele: "Yes, I do Sir."

Me: "Turn the vibrator on to the max and remember, your legs should NOT be open. Your behind should NOT perk up. Your hips - NOT move. This is hard, I know."

E. Steele: "I'm doing it now."

Mmm, she's following my commands. I grip myself tightly and stroke faster. My breathing is getting harder.

Me: "Your knees. Keep your knees closed."

I can tell she is struggling, I know how hard it is to stay still like that. Letting go of my dick I try to encourage her.

Me: "Don't give in Miss Steele. Hold the head board if you can, keep your legs closed."

Again, I'm pumping myself hard, but then releasing the pressure, keeping the ache in my groin and not letting myself explode.

E. Steele: "This feels..."

I know she's close and my cock is twitching too, teetering on the precipice of my orgasm. Just a few more strokes and it would spurt my seed like an erupting volcano.

Me: "I wish I could see you now. Your body parts fail to respond to your commands and slowly...your legs open…pushing your knees out...you... perking your behind…ready for me to take you...and ...fuck you HARD!"

I know she is on the edge, too, because she's not responding to me anymore, lost in her ecstasy. So I give her permission to come, I want to drive her over the edge.

Me: "Come for me Miss Steele. Now!"

I have just given her the command to come and I know she is about to explode, but the connection goes down right after that and she's unexpectedly logged out of our chat. Fucking ISP, she probably just lost the connection or something like that.

Frustrated, I pump my rigid cock, sprung out from my pants, and with a low grunt I spurt my seed into a handful of tissues that I had ready this time. Cleaning myself up I wash my hands in the bathroom and get back to my desk.

Miss Steele still seems to be offline so I turn on my phone, which I had off during my dinner, and see some missed messages and emails from Thomas, my IT guy. One of the messages was marked as urgent, so I start reading it right away.

From: Thomas_IT

Subject: Urgent! Attempted breach.

To: C Grey

Date: 01/25 9:43 p.m.

Good evening Mr. Grey,

I have tried to call, but your phone was turned off sir, so I sent you this message. I wanted to let you know that we just had a recent attempt to break into Grey Enterprises servers. Usually this isn't anything noteworthy, we deal with thousands of hackers attempting to breach our system daily. Mostly it's corporate espionage or just various computer viruses, but no one has managed to penetrate our firewall yet. What is different about this attempt is that the hacker tried to breach the firewall of your personal laptop at your penthouse too, but I stopped the attack and even traced it back to its origin.

And there is another thing that might interest you Mr. Grey, remember that email address you asked me to look into and delete a letter? Turns out, there is a connection between this hacker and that email address. The hacker had managed to gain access to that email and its owner's whole system. But to do that he had to physically connect a cloning device that recorded all data coming in and out of that IP address and send it to his computer. That was his mistake, because I traced where the data was going and it happens to be an apartment in the same building.

I'm now trying to find out which apartments these two IP addresses belong to and who lives there. By the looks of it someone is spying on their neighbor, whom you accidentally sent that letter to. And is now targeting Grey Enterprises Ltd. and you personally, sir.

I have relayed this information to Taylor, Mr. Grey, and as soon as I determine the owners of the IP addresses, he can get you more information about these individuals and advise you how to proceed further.

With regards,

Thomas Jeremy,

IT, Grey Enterprises Ltd.

Son of a bitch. I go over other messages and voicemails quickly and see that Thomas found that the hacker's IP address belongs to one David Morello, who lives above Miss Steele.

I grab my jacket quickly and, running out the door, I dial Taylor.

"Taylor, you know why I'm calling right? Get me everything on that prick. I'm taking Johnson with me and going there right now personally. Meet you there."

"Mr. Grey, I must advise you to let the police handle this..."

"No police…You know I don't like authorities and you know why! Just get me the info if you don't want to come."

Johnson is Taylor's assistant, young and eager to serve. I give him a call and explain the situation and in no time he's waiting for me outside in his car.

The address is only three blocks away; I can't believe that Miss Steele actually lives so close to me. We only take a couple of minutes to get there and I answer a call from Taylor while we're driving. He warns me that the creep is actually a registered sex offender, already caught once for being a Peeping Tom in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, released on probation after three months of community service.

Heading up to the fifth floor I tell Johnson to go down to the basement and turn off the electricity to Morello's apartment and hallway from the breaker box, and to wait there until I tell him to turn it back on. Meanwhile, Taylor arrives and we take up positions to wait for him to come out of his apartment. Via my bluetooth headset I give Johnson the signal to kill the lights and they go out. We don't have to wait long before we hear cursing from the inside of the apartment and the door swings open. Taylor grabs him quickly, taking him in a chokehold and keeping one hand on his mouth to silence any screams. He puts him to sleep in seconds, dragging him back to the apartment. I come in after them, closing the door behind me.

Taylor orders Johnson to switch the lights back on and to come up to the fifth floor to guard the hallway and warn us if anyone is coming.

We lay Morello down on the sofa in his living room and, looking around, I spot a door that has a heavy lock on it. Taylor pats him down and finds a key in one of his pockets; he hands it to me.

I unlock the door and step inside; I'm sickened and shocked by what I see. Every wall is covered in photographs of Miss Steele. Spanning a period of a few years, this fucking creep has methodically stalked, secretly photographed, and catalogued every movement of Miss Steele.

There's a desk with a serious looking computer setup: several large LCD monitors and a laptop. Next to the desk stands a rack of portable hard drives labeled by date and each bearing the name of Miss Steele.

Appalled, I look at the monitors and see our whole IM conversation in one window and then several views of what looks like Miss Steele's apartment. There she is, lying on the couch, practically naked, empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, empty glass next to the sofa. I'm sick to my stomach but I know once the shock wears off the rage boiling beneath the surface will explode and I will want to skin this fucker alive. I spot one last thing in the corner of the room and it drives me to the point of wanting to barf. There, like a shrine, stands a glass trophy case and under it a stiletto standing neatly on a velvet pillow. The label on the glass says Anastasia Steele. I think I've had enough; I swallow the bile rising up in my throat and get the hell out of that creepy room.

Taylor is standing in the living room, guarding that sleeping sicko. My eyes linger on his limp form and I know that my pale face is turning red from the rage now burning within me. I clench my fists tight and set my jaw, but Taylor steps forward blocking my way.

"Don't do it sir, he's not worth it," he says as he hands me a key on a silver chain, "I found this around his neck, I think it's a key to the girl's apartment, better go and check on her, I'll take care of him."

"Get Thomas in here, make sure you comb through and delete everything that's on those computers and destroy all that shit on the walls. Take this piece of shit somewhere secluded, make him dig a hole and then make sure he understands that if he ever sets foot again in the State of California he will be buried in that hole. After that drive him to some remote motel and make sure he stays there, then call in more guys to guard him. Tomorrow moving vans will come here and pack all of his shit that we didn't confiscate and move him somewhere across the country."

"Understood, Mr. Grey." Taylor contacts Johnson to get the car and be the lookout until he carries this piece of crap over his shoulder.

I go down a flight of stairs and unlock the door to Miss Steele's apartment. My heart is beating hard and fast and I can feel the familiar magnetic pull in my chest as I'm getting closer to her. She's curled in a ball on the sofa, smiling peacefully in her sleep. Her perfume mixed with the wine attacks my nose and I relish her scent. I scoop my hands under her light frame and cradle her in my arms like a child, pressing her to my chest, and carry her towards the bedroom. At one point her eyes open up momentarily and she looks at my face, murmuring "my angel," before wrapping her arms around me, nuzzling her face in my shoulder and drifting back to sleep. I tuck her into bed, brushing my hand over her arm as I pull the strap of her slip back on her shoulder. Kissing the top of her head I leave her to sleep.

The last thing I do before leaving is rip out the mini cameras cleverly disguised as benign objects around her apartment.