Three Years Prior

"Christian," Dr. Flynn began in his British accent, "We've been talking for over a year now. What are you looking to gain from these conversations if you're not going to follow my advice?"

Christian frowned in defeat, walking back and forth in the office with his arms crossed over his chest. "I know John. But I... fuck, I can't tell them."

"Perhaps not now. But you will need to come to terms with what happened Christian, and understand that it was wrong."

"But she helped me John-"

"Christian, she damaged you. And she would have continued damaging you if not for the fact that we've had these sessions. She molested you Christian, and until you see that and understand that you were a victim, then these sessions are moot." His voice was firm.

Victim. Christian scoffed at the word. He was one of the most powerful men in Seattle, not a victim.

A nagging voice in his head told him he was wrong.

"If it's not wrong Christian," Flynn said, "then why are you hiding it from your family?"

"You know damn well why!" But Christian knew the argument was lost, and Flynn could tell.

"Say it aloud Christian."

"Because I was having a sexual relationship with my mothers best friend."

Flynn waited.

"And it was wrong.."

Present Day

Even now, three years later, he felt the guilt nagging at him each time he saw his mother. Would she ever forgive him if he told her the truth? Probably not. He had carried on a sexual relationship with her best friend for years. She had introduced him to a world that he had loved, but it was a world of dominance and submission. She hadn't helped him to ever love, but taught him to be feared.

He fixed his tuxedo bow tie before staring at himself in the mirror. He wasn't blind, he knew he looked good and he knew he could make the tux look damn good. It was one of the reasons he hated attending these things.

The attention of women wasn't something he ever longed for, mainly because they couldn't understand his boundaries and always attempted to touch him here or there. Still, the only woman who had ever touched his chest was Ana.

Ana.

He grinned at the thought of her, and it was in one of those moments that he wished he was normal and could carry on a normal relationship with her.

When he had found her in Florida, falling for her hadn't ever been his intention... but now he could see that it was a likely outcome. He had just hoped that by bringing her home, somehow his mother would one day forgive him for his past discretion's. It had been a selfish decision to begin with, but truth be told, he also wanted his family back together.

He stepped into the elevator, riding it down until he reached the black Audi SUV that sat waiting with Taylor and another gentleman, Luke Sawyer in the front.

Upon getting into the car, he looked out towards the window with his mask in hand, only thinking of Ana.

"This is going to be so much fun having you here. I mean, honestly it was fun the past year too, but it's mostly just people Grace and Carrick's age, and then some of Mia's friends. Which, by the way... wait until you meet Lily, she's awful. And she's always looking at Christian like she wants to eat him." Kate droned on as she finished up applying her lipstick. She smacked her lips together before tousling up her hair and looking to Ana who stared at herself in the full length mirror.

The beaded silver silk dress hugged her in the right places, but was loose where it should have been. Her brown hair was done up in an elegant twist, and her makeup was done with a smoky eye and no lipstick.

Ana continued to stare at herself, examining every feature. She remembered wearing loose clothes for years, clothes that had been found in a thrift store. She remembered having long and knotted hair as a child, because no one had the time to bring her to cut it. Now here she was, in a highly expensive dress, with her hair and makeup professionally done.

She felt like she was living in an alternate universe and also momentarily felt guilty.

"You look like a babe Ana." Kate said, also looking like a 'babe' herself in a floor length strapless red gown.

"It is a masquerade, but Christian said he has your mask. He should be here any moment with Elliot." She continued as she slipped on her red, glittery shoes.

Ana slipped her own silver strapped heels on, before taking a deep breath. She wondered why she felt nervous.

A knock came to the door, and upon opening up were two gorgeous men in tuxedos.

"Wow." Christian immediately said, his mother dropping slightly at the sight of her. She felt her cheeks redden.

"Wow yourself." She said lightly, her eyes trailing over his figure. He looked so good.

"You look absolutely stunning." Christian leaned forward, and to her surprise, kissed her cheek. She felt disappointed but quickly masked it with a smile.

"It's not too much?" She asked, looking down at herself.

He lifted his hand, letting a finger stroke her lower lip. She leaned into his hand, her eyes closing. "It's perfect."

Although Ana had seen Carrick and Grace's house plenty of times (considering she lived there), she had no idea it could be transformed into something as amazing as what she was looking at.

Everyone was dressed in gowns and tuxedo's, each person wearing an ornate to plain masquerade mask. Her own was an ornate silver one that only covered her eyes, while Christians wore a plain black one. It looked entirely too good on him.

A large tent was set up, as well as a dance floor. Multiple round tables with extravagant floral centerpieces surrounded them, and a big band was set up ready to play on a stage.

"This is amazing," Ana breathed as a Christian offered his arm to her which she graciously accepted.

"Grace works very hard for this, so I'm sure she'll appreciate your enthusiasm," He replied as he led her to mingle. "There are many people I know here who may want to talk business, so if you wouldn't mind joining me, that would be amazing."

She blushed, biting her lower lip. He wanted her to meet business contacts?

The first was a larger man wearing a Phantom of the Opera-esque mask.

"Anastasia, this is Jerry Roach. The man you'll be interviewing with in a few days. Jerry, this is Anastasia Steele."

Ana suddenly felt nervous, and made a point not to drink too much, in case he happened to see her and not wish to offer her the job. "Very nice to meet you Mr. Roach."

The man chortled, "Call me Jerry. Or Roach. What a pleasure to finally meet you, I look forward to talking about books with you."

His smile made her hopeful.

The next man was a younger one, a good looking Doctor by the name of Seltz. Dr. Seltz. Christian hadn't actually brought her over to meet him, but the man had suddenly made his presence known.

"Anastasia," She wondered why he wasn't calling her Ana. "This is Dr. Seltz, he works with my mother in pediatrics."

"Oh, hello." Ana extended her hand and was shocked to find that he lifted it to his lips, kissing it lightly.

She could feel Christian stiffen next to her.

"Lovely to meet you Anastasia. What a beautiful name."

She cleared her throat, pulling her hand away. "Oh, thank you.."

Christian hooked his arm in hers and without saying another word quickly walked away with her. She was almost unable to ask where they were going, and suddenly she found herself in a dark corner of their yard, unable to see anyone else.

He had her pinned against the wall, an arm on either side of her head, and she gasped as his lips crashed against hers, kissing with her such a feverish passion that she almost fell due to weak knees.

He gave her a final kiss, breathing heavily.

"What the hell was that?!" She gasped, although she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. That feeling of warmth deep in her belly was back.

He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closing. "I'm sorry Ana... I just... he kissed your hand, and I can just get very jealous sometimes, and I just needed to remind you who you're here with."

"I didn't need a reminder Christian.." But she'd certainly take it.

He suddenly stepped from her, tugging slightly at his hair. "I'm sorry Anastasia.. that was very.. animalistic of me."

"I enjoyed it." She bit on her lower lip and he leaned towards her, tugging it away with his own teeth before he stepped away leaving her wanting more.

Christian watched as Ana sipped on the glass of wine, and he took a breath to steady himself. He couldn't help but kiss her that way after that fucker kissed her hand.

She's not technically yours, he reminded himself before also reminding himself that she wanted to be. Plus, she was there as his date.

He watched as she spoke animatedly with his grandparents, who were ecstatic to see her there, especially with him. He had forgotten how many people had loved her.

The food had been amazing, and the entire time he couldn't help but watch the way her lips wrapped around the silverware, and how her eyes fluttered closed when it was something she enjoyed. Occasionally she'd catch him staring at her and she'd blush. It made him grin.

"Alright ladies and gentleman," The emcee said, "I'd like to invite all of our ladies to the stage that will be participating in our First Dance Auction. Gentlemen, this is your chance to spend a dance with some our finest ladies that have chosen to join us today."

Both Mia and Kate stood, and Ana smiled at them before she was being tugged away to join them. Christian immediately scowled, the thought of other men vying for her attention abhorrent to him.

"Alright, do we have them all? Fantastic!" An upbeat song began playing from the band, and the women found themselves one by one being thrust in front of the audience, a slew of outstanding lies being made about them. Kate was first.

"Gentlemen, this is our lovely Kate. Kate is a second grade school teacher who'd like to have a little excitement in her life." Kate, trying to not succumb to a fit of giggles grinned at the men. "She's also fully practiced in the art of yoga, and enjoys skydiving."

The men's hands began to raise, and Ana gasped as the amount went higher and higher, Elliot finally winning with a $3,000 bid.

Three more girls went, each going for similar or lesser amounts until it was Ana's turn.

"This lovely young lady is a professional piano player," what? "who donates her time to saving wounded animals, and is an experienced gymnast." Ana snorted, rolling her eyes at the exuberant man.

"Five thousand dollars." She heard Christian said, and she frowned.

"Six thousand." Another man said, and Ana immediately looked to see Dr. Seltz, his arms crossed over his chest with a grin on his face.

Christian looked less than amused.

"Eight thousand dollars."

"Nine thousand."

She watched as Christian eyed her before looking back to the other man. "Fifty thousand dollars."

"What?!" Ana said aloud, much to everyone/s laughter. She blushed as the man raised his hands in defeat.

"And sold, for fifty thousand dollars."

"Fifty thousand dollars Christian?!" Ana squealed as she reached Christian, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist. Mixed signals again.

"It's worth it." He said lightly, and she couldn't help but let her anger ebb away.

"I believe you owe me this dance." He held out a hand as the music began to play, all of the other 'purchased' couples on the dance floor. She grabbed it, and a slowly melody flowed, the singers voice soft and soothing.

He held her hand out, the other resting lightly on her hip as he guided her along the dance floor, never looking away from her brilliant blue eyes.

When you say you love me, the world goes still, so still inside.

When you say you love me, for a moment there's no one else alive.

"This really was too much for you to spend. It's just a dance."

"Ana, I'm a billionaire... I assure you, it wasn't, and I assure you, this isn't just a dance."

"Whatever happened to that shy, yet overly moody teenager?"

He frowned for a moment, before shrugging. "I grew up."

"I think there's more to it than that."

"There is." He said as he spun her, before she came back into his arms.

As the song ended, Christian smiled at her. "Thank you for my dance."

His tone made butterflies flutter inside of her stomach.

"You're welcome. I'm going to go use the powder room real quick."

She quickly walked away trying to calm the urge she was having for him.

"Fifty thousand dollars Ana?! Wow!" Mia and Kate both exclaimed as they fixed their makeup in the powder room.

"I know, it was just too much." She said shaking her head, but they both rolled their eyes.

"Ana, honestly... for him? No. It's not." Kate said.

"She's right Ana. Fifty thousand is literally nothing to him." Mia agreed.

"Still.." Ana took the moment to look at herself in the mirror again, noticing that her cheeks were flushed. She fanned at herself, watching as Mia left the bathroom.

Kate lowered her voice, "So do you think tonight might be the night you.. you know."

Ana blushed even more, "Kate.. no." She had divulged in her new friend the events of the night from the club. It had been nice to have 'girl talk'.

"I'm just saying, the way he looks at you..." Kate fanned herself, "just saying. I'll see you out there."

She stepped from the room and Ana leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath.

The door opened suddenly, a young brunette in a black gown stepping inside, her mouth dropping the moment she saw Anastasia.

"Um, hello." Ana said politely, but the woman continued to stare until she shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

"You're here with Mr. Grey." The woman stated, and Ana suddenly felt uncomfortable. Who was she?

"Yes, my name is Ana." She reached out her hand to shake the woman's, but there was no reciprocation. She awkwardly pulled her hand back.

"He seems happy with you."

Does he? "I'm sorry.. what was your name? How do you know Christian?"

The girl gasped. "He lets you call him by his name?"

"Um.. okay, this is getting weird. I'm... going to be going now." Ana slowly slipped from the bathroom, watching as the woman continued staring at her until the door shut.

What a weird woman.

The big band was now playing music that sounded like Top 40's, except with a 'big band' flair. Ana found Christian speaking in hushed and hurried tones to both Taylor and the other man, Luke Sawyer. They nodded toward her and he immediately turned, looking relieved.

"Christian... is everything okay?" She asked lightly, sensing the tension.

"Yes Anastasia. Everything is fine. Are you okay?" He asked in return.

"I had a very interesting encounter in the powder room. Some strange woman was asking if I was here with you... she was confused that you let me call you by your name?"

In a fleeting moment, his face drained of color and his jaw clenched. He cleared his throat, turning to say something to Taylor and Sawyer and then turned back to her, leading her into the house.

"Are you going to tell me what that was about?" She asked, stopping in her tracks.

"Just a person from my past Ana... I don't... really want to talk about it. Not yet anyway."

She gave a small nod, dropping it for the moment. "You don't want to dance anymore?" She asked.

"Not particularly." He began to climb the stairs and she followed him until they stopped at his door.

He opened it, stepping inside and sitting on his bed.

She followed suit.

"What are we doing up here Christian? Your family is downstairs."

"This is..." He swallowed, "hard for me Ana."

She bit her lip before speaking, "What is?"

"Whatever this is." He motioned between the two of them, before lifting a hand to tug at his hair. "My past relationships weren't... like this. They were a little less like relationships and more like..." He paused, searching for the word.

"Sex." Ana finished for him, "They were just sexual relationships."

He glanced at her, looking ashamed.

"And I've never even had sex." She continued.

He cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair again. "It's not something I'm proud of Ana."

"Whens the last... relationship you had?"

"Very long ago."

She nodded, looking down at her fingers before blurting, "Elliot thinks your a virgin.", to which Christian just chuckled.

"Do you still... want... whatever this is?" He then asked, looking at his own hands. Suddenly he sounded like that lost little shy boy.

"I do."

"Thank you for such a wonderful time Grace. This is an amazing event that you've put on." Ana said, her arms around Grace in a hug.

She had looked fantastic in her mint green dress that hung just off the shoulder.

"Oh thank you dear. I'm so happy that you and Christian... well, I'm so happy that you're happy." She replied, kissing her on the cheek.

Ana blushed, and looked over to see Christian staring at her, his eyes dark and sexy. She climbed into the SUV, reaching back to untie her mask. She stared at it, her fingers running over the ornate silver material.

She looked to see him take his off as well.

"So where are we going?" She asked nervously all of a sudden.

"Would you like to go back home? Or would you like to come to my place?" His tone was dripping with promise if they returned to his place.

She breathed the words, "Yours please."

He lifted her hand and kissed it lightly. "Wonderful."

"Would you like a drink Ana?" Christian asked as they stepped from the elevator. He immediately made to walk into the kitchen, looking back at her.

"Oh, yes please." Her heels clicked against the marbled floors as she walked towards one of the paintings that hung on his wall. The abstract was beautiful, but she wished there was more color in his place to make it warmer. He walked back to her holding two glasses of a white wine.

"To you Ana." He held his own up and they clinked, before taking a sip. He cleared his throat, asking lightly. "What would you like to do?"

She stared at him, at the copper hair on his head.. at his light grey eyes.. at his absolutely gorgeous body, and she said nervously, "I want you to make love to me Christian."

"I thought we were going to wait." He downed the rest of his wine quickly, setting the glass on a side table. His eyes were dark with lust.

"Christian... I don't.. want to wait. I may not be as experienced as you, but I know what I want and it's you. I can't explain these past few weeks, but.." She stared at him, suddenly cut off by him grabbing her hand and guiding her into his bedroom where a bouquet of red roses sat on his mantel.

"For you." He said lightly, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "I didn't know how tonight would end."

She said nothing as he stepped closer to her, grabbing her by her face and slowly pressing his lips to hers. She sighed into his mouth, her hands resting on his muscular arms.

"Are you sure?" He asked, breathless.

"Yes."

Mature Warning

Christian leaned his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent before he moved behind her. His lips fell on her shoulders, kissing lightly as his fingertips dragged down her arms. She shivered against him and it made him smile.

His hands found the zipper on the back of her dress and he slowly unzipped it, before letting it fall to her feet. He gasped at the sight of her, but he needed to see more.

"Go lay on the bed." He said, his voice slightly commanding.

He could tell she was nervous in her movements, but she did as she was told, slipping off her silver stilettos as she went.

He had previously seen her in her bra and panties when they had swam in the ocean, but this... he groaned at the sight of her.

The lacy strapless bra and matching thong was almost too much for him to handle. He could see her panting with want as he began undoing his bow tie, throwing it and his jacket to the floor. His next piece of clothing to be removed was his shirt, followed by his pants, shoes and socks.

He left his boxer briefs on for the moment, not wanting to overwhelm her.

"So beautiful.." He murmured as he crawled over her, leaning down to nuzzle her breasts, kissing the flesh that popped out from the top of the bra. She leaned up on her elbows and he immediately reached back, undoing it. "So fucking beautiful Ana."

Her head fell back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue running in circles over the pebbled flesh before he lightly nipped.

"Ah!" She cried and he grinned against her, his hand grabbing onto her other breast, massaging it. "Oh.. Christian." She breathed his name, and it was enough for him to continue moving down.

He peppered kisses on her stomach, leaving a trail down to the lace that covered her sex.

She squirmed in the bed, waiting for the next move. Hooking his fingers onto each band, he tugged down the material to reveal her smooth mound, her panties glistening from her desire.

"Christian.. please..." She let out a cry the moment his thumb pressed down against her clitoris. He knew she was ready for him.

He moved away, standing to remove his boxer briefs, her eyes immediately widening at the sight of him.

She couldn't take much more. The ache deep in her belly was getting stronger and stronger, and she almost felt it ebb away when he touched her, until he moved and removed the last article of clothing he had.

Her eyes widened. "Um.." She murmured, and he grinned at her.

"You'll adjust baby... trust me." His large erection was intimidating, but she couldn't take her eyes from it as he walked to his side table, grabbing a foil packet and returning back to her.

This is it, she thought. I'm finally going to have sex... and with Christian Grey. She couldn't help but think that this wasn't what she imagined would happen when she saw him in Florida again, but their attraction was undeniable.

He crawled back atop of her after ripping the packet and rolling the latex onto him.

"Do you still want this?" He asked, his voice dripping with lust and want.

"Y-Yes." She stuttered. At his eyebrow raised she cleared her throat and said more clearly, "Yes."

He kissed her again, his tongue rubbing against hers as he spread her legs, settling himself between them. His hand reached in between them, and she suddenly felt nervous, the anticipation of what would come next overwhelming her.

He began pushing inside of her, the walls of her sex spasming against him.

She whimpered into his mouth, and the moment he thrust hard, breaking the barrier that kept her a virgin, she cried out into his mouth. He kissed her deeper, stilling himself as she adjusted.

"Are you okay?" He asked, breaking their kiss.

"Yes... please."

Christian began to move, his hips rocking back and forth. The feeling was indescribable, and her head fell back as he continued.

"Baby you're so fucking wet... and tight.." He groaned, his head falling onto the crook of her neck where he nipped at her skin.

"Ah.." She cried out again, that ache becoming more and more profound. She could feel something happening, her body reacting to his movements. Each thrust she felt closer, and closer to getting rid of that throb.

"Baby, come for me.." He commanded, his thrusts becoming quicker and harder. "Fuck.." He groaned again and the sound of it was enough to set her off.

"Christian!"

She felt like she was shattering into a million pieces as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. She felt herself tighten around him, and she grasped onto the sheets, pulling them with her as her back arched into him. She wanted more.

"Ana... fuck, i'm gonna come." His thrusts were becoming harder, his groin hitting hers with force each time. He sat up, lifting both of her legs and hooking each knee in the crook of his elbow as he began to move faster, his head leaning back.

He looked so sexy.

Their cries of pleasure intermingled in the room until his finally overtook hers and with one final thrust he stilled, spilling himself into the condom.

He slowly removed himself, and she shivered at the feeling.

Christian lay her legs back down and after disposing of the condom and cleaning himself up, he walked back towards her to see her chest rising and falling quickly.

He lay next to her, kissing her lightly on the lips before raising his eyebrows at her.

"That was... wow. I'm not a virgin anymore." She giggled slightly and he grinned.

"No, you most definitely are not."

He pulled the blanket onto them and she turned, scooting her behind into him where they fit perfectly.

"So what did you think?" He asked, considering it was his first 'vanilla' experience.

"I think I want to do it again.." She said with a voice that made him immediately flip her over and attack her lips with his own.

A/N: Well, there you have it.

More information next chapter on the weird girl from the bathroom, as well as Carla's upcoming court date and a visit from Elena Lincoln.