Hey guys, I'm so sorry for taking such a long time to update on the story.
Lift has thrown me a few curveballs that I have had to deal with. I hope this makes up for the long absence of updating.
Chapter 10
Mr Grey steps back for a moment, blowing out a deep, shaky breath through his mouth as he scrutinizes every inch of me; In nothing else but my bra and underwear, then as he moves behind me with his hands on his hips, the way my wrists are bound together with duct tape behind my back.
He's so quiet behind me that I have no idea what he is doing. All I can hear, is him breathing somewhat heavily. Already, he's affected by the sight of me with my wrists bound together behind my back with duct tape, showing skin in just my underwear and bra. I'm his hostage, I'm literally powerless while he has an abundance of it right now, and it gets him off. Oh, yes, it gets him off a lot.
I can hear my breathing getting shallower and quicker as every second passes by, when he remains behind me, out of sight. Something about this is hugely erotic to me; Mainly its the unknown of what Mr Grey is going to do to me next now that he has my hands and arms constricted with duct tape around them, that excites me on some strange level, that makes my heart pump fast in my chest.
I realize I'm loving every minute of it, something I never once expected to feel. At least so suddenly.
"Do you have any idea what I am going to do to you, Miss Steele?" I feel the breath hitch in my throat when I feel him close in from behind me, my bound hands touching something warm as he leans near me from behind. His skin. He puts his mouth near my ear, "While you are like this, you are completely at my mercy. I just wonder what it is that I should do to you now that you are." His voice drops to a lower octave, and he sounds so deliciously dangerous, so menacing. I love it. "Should I take you now, right here, where you stand? Pull down your panties, bend you over, and take you from behind?"
I close my eyes tightly, his voice and the imagery alone becoming too much on me to handle.
"Whatever you feel fitting, Sir," I manage. "After all, I'm at your mercy. Do with me as you find fitting."
I suppose that is exactly what Mr Grey needs to hear, because, shocking me, I feel something cold and like metal slip between my bound wrists, and then with one slash, my arms fling free. My face falls as he takes my arms, positioning them at my sides again before he lets go, moving back in front of me. What?
"Actually, I find myself interested more so in the aspect of delayed gratification. I would much prefer to have you beg for this, beg and plead on your knees."
When I try to read his expression, it gives nothing away. His face is impassive and closed-off, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.
"I... I don't think I understand?" I get out, hearing the pitiful disappointment that coats my tone with even my own ears. "I enjoyed that- the idea of being kept at your total mercy, at being your hostage?" I shake my head in confusion. "Why did you-"
"-Go home, Miss Steele," he orders tonelessly, and honestly, its so unexpected that it feels as though I've been slapped brutally in the face. "I've changed my mind about tonight."
He's changed his mind? No, he can't!
After all the excitement of losing my virginity, of going down this path of exploration with him, he goes and does this to me? Why? Because of what he said, in delayed gratification and all that? What a tease.
It's obvious he really does want me to leave, though. I don't understand why or how he has changed his mind so dramatically, but I force myself to move, grabbing all my clothes off the floor, trying to ignore the sharp stings of rejection in me. Why is he doing this? He still doesn't look at me as I wiggle back into the cocktail dress Kate let me borrow tonight.
"This was a rash... mistake, bringing you back here to my house like this. One that I won't make again." His voice is so soft I can barely hear him.
It's only when I try to bend down as graciously as possible, trying to slip my feet back into my ankle boots, that he finally looks down at me. He appears almost regretful and disgusted for some reason. It's impossible to work out his rationality when it comes to this.
How can he feel its a mistake? I just don't get it. Then again, ever since working for him, he's always been a particularly confusing and irritating bastard to me. Why should it change now, even when our employee-employer dynamics have shifted somewhat over the past couple of days?
Still, that same old defensiveness I often feel around him bubbles its way up to the surface, outweighing both my confusion and stirrings of rejection. Christian Grey may scare and intimidate my other colleagues into doing his beck and call, but he won't with me, especially not when it comes to what he is saying right now.
"I don't see anything wrong with any of this," I point out, relieved by the strength in my voice. "Besides, you told me to come home with you in the first place?"
"Well, I made a grave mistake and now, I've muddled up the line drawn in the sand." Mr Grey looks away for a moment, before glancing back, his hands moving to the front of his jeans.
He buttons them up, in one quick maneuver, one that seems to scream that its final, that it won't be happening between us, not here in his house, not now.
"Let's keep this strictly between business hours, nine-to-five a week, which means no you coming back here to my house, no anything outside of work." There's finality in his voice. He won't compromise on this. "I am your boss, I am not here to invite you over to my house and try to let us get to know each other on a more fundamental, personal level. We are not here to be friends or anything remotely similar to that. Let us just keep this strictly during office hours."
"And what is so wrong with us becoming friends while we do this together?" I ask, shaking my head.
"Because a line has to be drawn, one that cannot be crossed. The fact that we are already breaking protocol in doing this together and that I am abusing my position ought to be enough reason to not let this go any further than what it should." He states it like it should be so simple, like I should already have known the answer. "This will not happen again- there will be no more repercussions of this, of you coming over to my house." Mr Grey meets my eyes with a pointed, penetrating look. "Am I making myself clear on this, Miss Steele?"
I suppose he is, really. He doesn't want us forming anything personal. He doesn't want the possibility of us getting too attached to one another; We'll just keep it strictly at work, where we will resume this special relationship together, most likely in his office in private, where he will punish me if I go out of line- and really, seeing as I enjoyed the punishments he had dished out to me a lot so far- I am going to be getting out of line in order to be punished, intentionally.
"Fine then," I agree shortly. "Yes, you've made yourself clear enough."
"Yes, what?"
A sliver of irritation passes through me, but I force myself to say sweetly, "Yes, Sir."
He nods in approval. "Very good. I'll call you a cab to take you home."
"So you'll only punish me if I've been very bad?" I ask quickly for clarification when he moves to find his phone.
"Yes, in a nutshell. If I find you have been bad or have done anything I disagree with, I will find some way to punish you accordingly."
I smile, feeling immediately defiant and determined. "Then soon you'll probably be wanting to quit your job as the big boss, Mr Grey."
"Oh?" He raises his eyebrows at me, unsuspecting. "And why do you say that?"
"Because I intend to be so bad that you're going to find you have another full-time job on your hands, in punishing me. You're going to wish you never wanted to start up this whole thing with me."
And it's a challenge, something I find myself quickly determined on to fulfill. I'm going to give Mr Grey so much hell at work, that he'll be begging for me to stop misbehaving. Considering all the hell he has put me through ever since starting at his company, I figure payback is necessary, even if it is of a different kind.
If he wants to do this with me strictly between business hours, then I can play.
Hope you enjoyed this? Things are about to get crazy in the office LOL. I would love for you to review and let me know how you think it is with the direction I'm taking it. More office antics? Ana going out of her way to get Christian to punish her?