APOV

"You're not very submissive, Anastasia." He states the obvious.

"I never claimed to be." In my defense, I never once told him I was. "I told you I was new to the lifestyle and that I just enjoyed the kinky sex. That's why I was on that BDSM chat-site. I'm not a pro and I will make plenty of mistakes during our scenes. And if I remember correctly, we only agreed to a power exchange during a scene so you shouldn't be surprised."

I'm literally swooning when he smirks and his eyes darken with desire. His smirks alone are enough to get me flustered, but when his eyes show his lust for me, I feel heat pool between my thighs and my insides clenching deliciously. As discreetly as possible, I squeeze my thighs together in an effort to ease the aching feeling I now have.

We stand staring at each other for awhile, not saying anything more. He puts some of my hair behind my ear, glides his thumb across my bottom lip to pull my lip free, then runs his finger tips down my neck, across my collar bone to my arm. He slowly slides his hands down my arms to hold both of my hands. I close my eyes, knowing what's to come, as I lift my head up to meet him and reach up on my tiptoes when he leans down to kiss me.

I hear a throat being cleared, breaking our concentration so I blink open my eyes and fall back onto my feet. "Mr.-"

"What?!" Christian snaps, pulling away before our lips can even touch and before Taylor can say anything more. Like Christian's last name!

"Ms. Lincoln is on her way up, sir." Taylor lets Christian know of his visitor. Lincoln? Surely it can't be...

"Shit." Christian says under his breath, but I hear him.

What's wrong?

"Will you wait in your room and not come out until I say?" He asks me.

"Why?"

"Please."

I don't want to upset him as we've just got into an argument, and that's not how I want to spend our first weekend together, so I do as he asks. Besides, no one is to know of our involvement. If he has a visitor, it would be wise for me not to be seen.

"Okay."

I hope everything is alright, he didn't seem pleased.

In the room, my room, I sit on the bed and realize I don't know much about this man that I am entering into a sexual relationship with. I don't even know his last name. I mentioned it earlier, that he didn't tell me, and he brushed it off. Why is he not telling me?

I remember the NDA we signed is still in my bag so I grab my bag and sit on the bed again, this time crossing my legs, so I can read his full name. Since I sprung the ridiculous idea of him signing an NDA for me, I have two copies, but our names are not printed on either copy. I'll have to read his signature and try to make it out. I can barely read it, he wrote the C very largely as well as a G for his last name.

I'm still trying to make out what the last name says when I hear a knock on my door. There's no way I can make out what this says as he opens the door, it's like a doctor wrote it, but then it comes back to me that Chad asked if I was with 'Grey' now, and Christian is the only man Chad has seen me speaking with. Christian... Grey... Christian Grey. Oh.. My... God! Christian Grey?! CEO of GEH and owner of Grey Publishing, Christian Grey? My boss, Christian Grey?!

"You're Christian Grey?" I ask him to confirm but it comes out more like a squeak than my normal tone.

"Yes." He finally admits, sounding upset.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I look at him now. "Why do you keep things from me?"

God, good thing I didn't call him Christian at work in front of anybody!

"Because I liked you not knowing who I was."

"What does that mean?"

"You didn't look at me, Christian Grey, CEO billionaire, you looked at me, just Christian, and I liked it. It felt..." He pauses looking for a way to explain it. "good," Seems to be the word he finds. "really good. ...like a breath of fresh air. I've not felt that before, in fact I haven't felt many things until I met you."

Now what does that mean?

"I'm sorry you feel the need to hide who you are because you wrongfully think I will look at who you are as a person differently. This relationship is supposed to be based off trust. How can I trust someone who constantly keeps valuable information from me."

"I know. I'm sorry, I have no excuses." He stays standing in the entryway as he apologizes, not entering the room. "I should have told you as you would have found out eventually and I know it would have been better coming from me. I promise, Anastasia, I will endeavor to be more forthcoming in the future."

I can understand the fascination of being seen as someone unknown and ordinary. He's a very wealthy and well known man. Well, I didn't know who he was, but I knew of Mr. Grey of GEH. Then again I only knew because GEH bought SIP.

"SIP." I say, remembering the conversation I overheard. "You bought it. You said you were selling it, I heard you. Why did you keep it?" I swallow hard waiting to hear the answer I assume I already know.

"Isn't it obvious?" He shrugs, and I can't tell if it's apologetically or not.

I just shake my head.

I knew it! I freaking knew! He kept SIP because of me. What kind of businessman makes executive decisions based off of who he's currently fucking?!

He wasn't fucking me at the time he decided to keep it. So he kept it to what... I guess it's not so obvious.

I don't know how his other relationships worked, but how can I have a sexual relationship with my boss, not just my boss, but the CE-fucking-O of the company! If anyone found out they would accuse me of sleeping my way to the top. I don't want to be seen as the office slut who gets what she wants by laying on her back and spreading her legs.

Who would have thought the CEO of Grey Enterprises and Holdings was a BDSM Dominant, for years. He said he liked the way I looked at him... What's that supposed to mean, I didn't look at him like he's my own personal ATM? He said he didn't like condoms. He's had so many women, I wonder if he trusts them to use their birth-control correctly or if he's had a vasectomy so they can't trap him. What would he do if he knocked up a Sub? Pay her off and punish her? I'm sure that would work out well. He-

"Anastasia," Christian brings me from my thoughts. I always seem to overthink. "Please don't let who I am change this. We're not in a romantic relationship, it's just-"

"Sex." I cut him off, interrupting him. "It's just sex."

"I'm well aware." He says angrily, eyes blazing, jaw clenching.

Why is he so angry? That's what it is. Just sex.

"Christian," Shit, do I not call him by his given name any longer? "Mr. Grey, I can't do this-"

"No." He interrupts me now, finally stepping into the room. "I wont let you end this because of who I am. If it's something I did, or we were incompatible, fine, but not because of who I am, please."

I watch as his Adam's apple moves when he swallows hard. He looks almost desperate as he runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

"But don't you see? That's the reason this can't happen. You're my boss. Oh my god." I put my head into my hands, freaking out, when I realize we've already had sex. "I'm fucking my boss. I fucked my boss. Oh my god."

"Technically, I'm your boss's boss's boss." I think he's trying to lighten the mood with this lame attempt of a joke. I almost expect him to say 'and at the moment we're not fucking' but I don't think that would help our situation.

"That's worse," I squeak, looking up at him. "You're not just my boss, you're thee boss. How can we do this if you're the CEO of the company I work for?!"

"Look, I know you said you wouldn't feel comfortable dating your boss, but I'm not your direct boss and we're not dating." He tries to sound reasonable.

"No, we're not." I agree. "We're definitely not dating, we're just fucking. And I repeat, that's worse. I'm not dating the boss. I'm just fucking him. When everyone finds out, they'll assume I'm fucking you to better my career. And you heard me right when I said 'when' not 'if' because I guarantee people will find out." Especially if he keeps kissing me in the elevator, practically fucking me against the wall. Okay, I admit, I'm partly to blame for that. "Not to mention, you admitted to keeping SIP because of me."

"I assure you that nobody will find out about us." He seems so sure.

I just huff and roll my eyes, unbelieving, only to flush and squirm when I see his eyes darken with desire.

Note to self, Ana: don't look into his eyes. His sexy, piercing, extraordinary gray eyes.

He moves his jaw a bit before he continues. "I'm a very private man, Anastasia. I value my privacy, and I go a long way to protect it."

"Well, what about your staff?" Maybe, just maybe if nobody knows...

"At GEH? I told you-"

"No, here." His driver, Taylor saw me. I'm not sure what other staff is here; he did say he has someone that cooks for him, perhaps a maid as well.

"My staff only know what I tell them. It's non of their or anyone's business what I do, what we do. Sexually or otherwise. Unless we tell them. They've signed an NDA as well, and I assure you, they're very discreet."

I don't know what to say. I guess that's the reason he had me sign the NDA, so I wont run to the nearest tabloid with Christian Grey's darkest secret.

"I've been doing this for many years, Anastasia, and my own family doesn't even know who I really am, what I really am, what I enjoy." He continues to assure me that no one will find out. "In fact they think I'm a closeted gay or a virgin because they have never seen me with a woman before. My family doesn't know about my previous Submissives and I promise, no one will know of this relationship, except you and I."

I fist my hand and bite my thumbnail as I think about this.

What's there to think about?! ... I can't do this!

Oh, but I want to.

The way he makes me feel, not only during sex, but just being in his presence. What am I thinking?! I can't sleep with the CEO of the company I work for! But I'm not sleeping with him, we're just fucking, having incredible amazing sex. If I do this, continue doing this, I will feel like his dirty little secret. But that's what it was supposed to be, a secret.

And his own family thinks he's gay? Why? Just because he doesn't introduce his Submissives? Surely he's shown interest in women before, especially during his youth. Actresses, singers, other famous woman, girls in his high school, so that can't be true. Wait, he had Mrs. Pedo. Maybe she forbid him from showing interest in girls his own age. But how is that possible? You can't stop someone from being attractive to someone.

Now I'm overthinking again when I should be considering continuing this absurd arrangement with him, my boss.

I feel like I have good Ana vs. naughty Anastasia on my shoulders, pulling me in both directions. I have a feeling I know which will win this mental tug-of-war, and I wont like the winner in the end. Good Ana always wins, overpowering naughty Anastasia.

"Please, Anastasia." I look up, feeling the bed shift and see he is sitting on the bed with me now. "Please."

Why does he look so sexy when he runs his fingers through his hair, causing it to stand on end? He's been running his fingers through his hair throughout our whole conversation and now it looks just fucked. It's arousing. NO, Ana!

Oh, who am I kidding?! I want him!

"Fuck it." I decide to throw caution to the wind, since I already have, and launch myself at him, letting naughty Anastasia win for once.

He somehow moves as quick as lightening, twisting his body so I am pinned underneath him. He holds my hands in one of his above my head, tilts my chin up with his other hand and smashes his lips to mine, kissing me so passionately. Our tongues meet as his hand moves to roams my body, grabbing my breast through my shirt, gliding down to my hip and roughly pulling at my yoga bottoms.

Suddenly he sits up and pulls my bottoms off along with my panties, tossing them aside, then reaches inside his jeans pocket to take out a foil packet. He unzips his jeans, takes out his large erection, opens the condom packet with his teeth then easily slides it on. I squirm with need, watching him. He falls on top of me, grabbing my hands again and holding them as he kisses me.

"Christian." I murmur against his mouth, trying to free my hands. "I want to touch you."

"I know."

He doesn't let go of my wrists as he enters me. I throw my head back at the sudden feeling of being full, as his dick stretches me, and moan loudly.

I continue to move with him, meeting his urgent thrusts. He moves my hands above my head and holds them in one of his again as he kisses and nibbles on my jaw while his other hand grabs my thigh and roughly yet gently lifts it, resting my thigh almost on his hip, so he can go even deeper. He circles his hips as he holds my ass, pulling me closer, while he grunts and groans in pleasure.

I moan when I feel my insides starting to clench and tighten around him already.

"Oh, don't stop, please, don't stop."

We move faster together. I'm so close, right on the edge.

"Christian!" It doesn't take long for me to cum.

"Oh, fuck!" He roars following me. "Yes!"

When he pulls out of me he kneels up, takes off his condom, knotting it and tossing it into the trash, then pulls up his jeans that he couldn't be bothered to take off. I pull down my T-shirt to cover myself a little and when I do, I see red marks on my wrists from him holding my hands down. It's hot, but...

"Why do you hold me?" I ask as I rub my wrists, but he doesn't answer me.

He gets off the bed and grabs my pants. I catch them when he tosses them to me, and quickly put them on then get off the bed too.

"Why can't I touch you?" I ask again.

"Hard limit." Is all he says before he leaves the room.

Hard limit? Touching is a hard limit? But we're not in a scene. It's vanilla.

This is the second time he's gotten dressed immediately after we've had sex. Now he leaves the room completely.

We just had a conversation about me staying and he seemed almost desperate for me to continue this with him, but he just fucks me and leaves. Now he wont tell me why I can't touch him, why he holds me. So much for being more honest with me. He's starting to make me feel like I'm just here for a fuck, but I guess that's what I signed up for. I'm so confused. He seemed so lost when I was going to say no, why would he leave the room after I agreed to stay and we had sex? I'm sensing something is wrong, but what?

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CPOV

I had to get out of there. I don't know what the fuck I would have done if I stayed. My emotions and control are going haywire. That's the second time we've had sex and both times were vanilla sex, although, this time was spontaneous. I'm not sure that's any better than planned vanilla. I've never had spontaneous sex, I've always had planned sex in controlled scenes.

What the fuck is happening to me? I'm losing my fucking control!

I need to calm myself down and get control of my emotions that seem to be running erratic around this girl.

I stop pacing and running my fingers through my hair, and I sit at my piano. My piano is one of few things that can calm me.

As I play, I think about the beauty in the Submissive room upstairs.

I'm so fucking glad she chose to stay, and even called out my name, my given name, during sex, however, if it's like this in the Playroom, I don't see this arrangement working. Her calling out my name and cuming without my permission, the way she matches my thrusts, also she's very verbal during sex, which is hot, really hot, erotic, but I like my Subs quiet, still, and only cuming if I grant them permission. The only way to find out if this will work is to take her to my Playroom and test her limits. I have a feeling of dread that she wont be able to satisfy my needs.

Before I can get lost in the piece I am playing, I see her coming down the stairs in my peripheral vision.

"Is everything okay?" She asks me sweetly as she walks toward me.

"Anastasia, I want to scene with you." I'm using my Dom voice without looking at her, so I don't hesitate and get all soft again, as I continue to play the piece without faltering. "I want you in the Playroom in fifteen minutes in the Submissive pose near the door, wearing only your panties. I want you in lace or silk, if you don't have lace or silk, you may be nude, and I will buy you panties that I desire for you to wear." She stays quiet, but I don't dare look at her. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir."

I stop playing and finally look at her to see her head bowed. It pleases and calms me instantly. I also notice she's holding a piece of paper so I stand and hold my hand out for it. She obediently puts the paper in my hand without further instruction. I smile as I read it, seeing it's her clean bill of health as well as a doctor's confirmation that she is in fact on birth control. No more condoms. I feel my smile turn into a massive megawatt grin. Thank fuck she can't see me.

"Go, now." I snap.

Keeping her head bowed, she quickly turns on the ball of her foot, somewhat how Taylor does, and quickly exits the main room, going upstairs to do what she's told without hesitation. It's time to show her how Dominant I can be. However, since this is our first scene together, I plan to go easy on her. I enjoyed vanilla so much so that I planned to incorporate it into our first play session. I wanted to spice up vanilla when we first had sex, but she said no. That's still so new to me, someone telling me no, and I actually listen. So I'm planning to spice up vanilla in our scene today.

As eager as I am to fuck her again, even thought I've just had her minutes earlier, I want her to be anticipating, so I take my sweet ass time walking to the Playroom.

I grab the door handle, knowing it's unlocked from earlier, and take a deep breath before I open the door. I know she's new and needs training but this is it. This is our first scene. It's make or break time.

Slowly I open the door and enter, seeing her in the Submissive pose near the door. I'm pleased to see her in lace panties. Those ugly plain white cotton panties did not do her justice. Before I do anything I make sure there is a robe hanging on the door. I'll need to use it for her when we've finished. After confirming I have a robe at the ready, I lock my Playroom door behind me. Not that anyone would enter.

I don't approach her right away, letting her feel the anticipation while I walk around the room, letting the control fill my veins. I take a deep calming breath, closing my eyes, as I let it absorb me. In this room I am in control, I am Dominant and I decided what the fuck happens. I will NOT lose control in here!

I finally gather the items I need for our spiced vanilla scene. I grab some of the silk ribbon from a drawer, putting it in my back pocket as well as a blindfold, so I wont lose control by looking into her hypnotizing blue eyes. I grab a pair of nipple clamps, putting them in my pocket as well, then walk towards her.

"Stand." I command her when I'm directly in front of her, and she does so, keeping her head bowed, without hesitation.

"Turn around." I'm please when she does, not only immediately but without speaking.

I gather her hair into three equal sections and swiftly interweave them into a perfect braid with the tail end falling in the middle of her lower back as I tie it with an elastic I have in my pocket. After it's in place, I wrap the braid around my fist and pull her back to me, forcing her to tilt her head up as I run my nose behind her ear, inhaling her scent. Oh fuck! I can feel my pupils dilate as I take her in. She smells incredibly irresistible, intoxicating. I'm pleased when she stays quiet when I nibble on her delicate neck and smack her ass with my other hand, though I do see her swallow hard. I smirk as I run my nose along her neck to her bare shoulder.

"What I could do to you, Ms. Steele." I murmur in a husky tone against the crook of her neck.

I almost expect her to speak but she obediently remains silent.

I release my hold of her to place the blindfold on her, then lead her to a corner of the room where a carabiner and a bar are installed into the ceiling so she can hold onto it if need be.

"Hold out your hands."

I tie them together with the ribbon swiftly when she does, and then connect it to the carabiner. I am able to walk around her, taking in her beautiful sight. My first unhurried look at her body. Our first sexual encounter, it was dark. Our second, I just removed her bottoms, leaving her shirt on. She's flawless, Aphrodite.

Even though she is blindfolded, she keeps her head bowed obediently. It pleases me. Now would be the time I would allow myself to get hard, if I wasn't so already.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her towards me, lean down and latch onto her nipple. I feel her body tense up as she tries to keep quiet. Her heavy breathing is making me grow. I release her nipple with a pop, reach into my pocket and add on the nipple clamp. Then I continue to do the same with her other nipple.

I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of her. Her head is still bowed Submissively, but since she's blindfolded she can't see me. I run my nose along her panty covered slit while I look up at her. I can see the blush on her cheeks, as I inhale her arousal, but she stays completely silent.

"Mmmm. You smell delicious, Anastasia. " I inhale her delicious scent once more. "I can't wait to taste you."

I look at her again when she remains quiet.

Why am I feeling like I'm missing something?

I shake my head to clear it and continue with my task. I reach up and loop my fingers into her sexy lace panties and peel them off of her slowly. When I get to her feet, I command her to step out of them then put them in my pocket after I've inhaled her sweet intoxicating scent one last time from her panties.

"Mmmm." I involuntarily let out a moan when I see her naked and tied up for my pleasure.

Unable to control myself any longer, I dive right in and taste her, running my tongue flat and curling the end as I stop at her clit, pulling it into my mouth and sucking greedily. I feel her leg and stomach muscles tighten at the sudden and unannounced intrusion. She lets out a surprised gasp and a tiny moan, but I let it slide with her inexperience. She's already so fucking wet and tastes just as I imagined she would, exquisite, like she was made precisely for me.

To get a better angle, I lift her, placing her thighs on my shoulders. This gives my mouth the perfect access to her glistening pussy as I continue to torture her with my tongue.

"Oh." She gasps when I suddenly stand, holding her ass and keeping her on my shoulders.

Ignoring her moans, I tell her about the bar she may hold onto if needed. I watch her as I continue my monstrosities and see she's biting her lip, hard, so she doesn't make a sound, and fuck me if that doesn't make me want to blow my load. I continue to lick, suck, nibble, getting her close to her release but not giving her permission. I so badly want her to cum in my mouth but more than that I want to give her an unforgettable orgasm so she will be saying 'Garrett who?'.

When she's on the edge I stop completely. She gives a small whimper of disappointment, but otherwise remains silent.

Don't worry, baby, I'm going to be having you cuming like a freight train all over my dick.

"Do you want to cum, Ms. Steele?"

"If it pleases you, sir." I smirk when I hear this.

I wouldn't say she's the perfect Submissive, but at least she's trying.

I ease her slowly down so she's standing in front of me, restrained, blindfolded, and flushed. Her mouth is open slightly to accommodate her heavy breathing. She looks beautiful. Mine.

Continuing with my planned scene, I kick off my jeans and lift her. I instruct her to wrap her legs around me and she does so without hesitation, locking her ankles together. Knowing she's wet for me, I look down between us as I enter her, slowly this time so she feels every inch of me while I watch my dick disappear inside her. She so warm, wet, and tight. I've never been with someone so fucking tight before and I fucking love it! I hold still, enjoying the feel of being balls deep inside of her.

After a moment, I begin to move at my usual pace. We're both sweating and panting. She's surprisingly quiet this time, but I'm grunting, shamelessly. Our mouths are so close, just inches apart, as we breathe and fuck. I want to kiss her. I turn my head just shy of touching those soft beautiful lips. Her sharp intake of breath breaks my concentration. Fuck! What the fuck am I thinking?! I bypass her lips and kiss just behind her ear.

I can't do this, I can't lose control, not here!

Instead of fucking her like this, I make a split second decision to fuck her from behind so I wont get distracted. I pull out of her, set her on the floor, then release her from the carabiner but keep her hands tethered together. I lead her to my whipping bench. I was going to fuck her standing, as it's one of my favorite positions, but I don't think that's a good idea seeing as I almost lost control in the room I feel the most control. Not once have I ever broken a hard limit, kissing is her hard limit during scenes.

What the fuck is she doing to me?

I bend her over, as I plan to take her from behind now, and connect her restraints to the carabiner that is underneath my bench, but I keep her on her elbows so her nipples will rub against the bench when I take her. This will stimulate her sensitive nipples and give her an amazing release.

Seeing her in this position gives me an idea. I walk to my chest of drawers, pulling open the 'butt drawer' and getting out my smallest butt plug. I buy all new toys for each Submissive so I know it's sterile and ready. I'll need some lube so I grab that as well, then I grab a spreader bar.

I put the lubricant and the butt plug on the bench next to her hip so I can shackle her ankles to the spreader bar. Now she wont be able to move. I think I did pretty fucking well for a last minute change in the spiced vanilla scene. I grab the lubricant and the butt plug to get started with this new set up. She flinches when I apply lubricant.

"Relax, Anastasia, it's just lube." I reassure her gently. Gently? What the fuck?! Why am I talking like this?!

I continue to rub it on her, then insert my pinkie, feeling her ass grip me. Fuck, she's tight! As much as I would love to claim her ass right fucking now, she's much too tight for my dick. I'd rip her in half. I add a bit more lubricant, then slide in the butt plug. It will increase her pleasure when she cums as I pull it out at just the right moment, and that's what I'm aiming for, to please her. Fuck her into oblivion so to speak.

"Are you ready for me, Ms. Steele?" I get back in my Dominant persona.

I fist my erection, running it along her slit, coating him in her juices. She's still so fucking wet. I let out another involuntary groan.

"Yes." She breathes out, trying to push her ass back as best as she can to get me to enter her.

I smack her ass, hard, mainly for causing my dick to twitch in excitement and wanting her.

"Yes, sir." She quickly corrects her mistake before I have the chance to say anything, her ass already turning pink where I've struck her.

I rub her ass where I've spanked her, feeling the warmth beneath my hand and smacking her again, then I run my hand down her thigh and bringing it up to her sex.

"Oh, Ms. Steele," I moan when I run my fingers along her wet folds, feeling how soaked she really is. "You are ready for me." I agree.

So. Fucking. Wet!

I hold her hips as I run my dick along her slit, bumping the head of my erection into her clit each time I pass. She moans quietly and finally lets out a loud moan of pleasure when I slam into her not stopping as I pull back out and enter her tight pussy again and again, continuing a punishing rhythm.

All too soon she begins to quiver, so I pull out, only keeping the head of my dick inside of her until she's calm. I continue, but at a much, much slower torturous pace. I push in hard, circle my hips to grin into her, smack her ass hard and pull out just as slowly. I continue the pattern until she quivers again. I know she's enjoying herself because each time my hand makes contact with her ass, her pussy contracts and tightens around my dick.

I wont punish her for cuming without permission, this time, but I want to see how much she can take before she needs to release, so I position my dick at just the right angle to perfectly hit her g-spot each time and continue to fuck her, testing her limits of pleasure.

"Quiet." I reprimand her when she moans loudly and smack her ass again.

I grunt and groan as I continue to torture, not only her, but myself. If she doesn't cum or say something soon, I may make a fool of myself and blow my load too soon.

"Please!" She finally begs me after awhile, I almost think it was me that was the one pleading for her to cum.

"Please what, Ms. Steele?" I demand, panting, as continue to hit that sweet spot over and over and Oh, fuck, this feels so fucking good.

"Please, please may I cum, sir." She begs just barely hanging on. "Please."

"Oh, baby," THANK FUCK! "You may. Now."

I pull the buttplug out just as she begins, tossing it aside. I wrap one hand around her braid, pulling her head back, and hold her hip with my other, constantly slamming into her, while she cums, squeezing my dick with a vice like grip over and over as her muscles contract. I can barely move my dick, she's gripping it so tightly.

I almost expect her to be vocal while she cums, expecting to hear her scream my name, at least moan, something, but she's quiet, not even moaning. I'm conflicted with how I feel about this. Both times we've had sex, she'd scream my name and cum without permission, and I had the urge to punish her for it. Now she cums with permission and cums quietly at that. I would love to have punished her for it now; cuming without my permission and calling out my given name in a scene. Who the fuck am I kidding, I would have just loved to hear it.

I try not to cum with her, but once she starts convulsing into a mind-blowing orgasm, she greedily takes me with her.

"Say my name." I pant through my release, almost begging her.

I want to hear it. I want to hear her say it. I want to hear her say my name. My name in pleasure.

She stays quiet but gives me a small whimper.

"Say it!" I'm able to sound more Dominant, demanding her.

"Christian!" She moans my name, squeezing my dick as she falls into another orgasm.

"Fuck!" I call out with a roar, as I grip her hip tighter to the point of bruising, and cum a second time just as hard as the first when the sight of my seed leaking out of her and my name on her lips tips me over the edge.

My dick is completely covered, drenched in our shared arousal, when I pull out of her. I look at her as I pant, trying to catch my breath. My cum is all over her, dripping down her thighs as well as her own juices. Have I ever came so hard? I thought us having sex earlier would hold me off so I wouldn't cum so fast, but it seems that was useless. Well... not useless, just useless that it didn't hold me off.

Will I ever get enough of her?

I would continue to fuck her but she's on the edge of oblivion, and I don't want her to pass out on me since she didn't eat much of her dinner, so I put my jeans back on and grab the robe I intend to use for her. I quickly wipe her legs and pussy, release her from her restraints, remove the nipple clamps, and take off her blindfold, then carry her limp body bridal style to her bedroom.

I smirk as I lay her on her bed and see her grinning at me, looking sleepy yet satisfied, definitely well fucked.

I leave her for a moment and walk into her ensuite to run her a bath.

"Chadwick fucking Garrett who?" I mutter as I fill the tub, mentally beating my chest like a fucking caveman.

I walk back out to the bedroom, holding my hand out to her so I can help her into the ensuite.

I remove her robe and help her into the tub. I grab the bottle of soap and a small wash towel then kneel down and begin to wash her sexy body.

This is the kind of aftercare I can do, none of that cuddling bullshit after vanilla.

"Why don't you join me?" Her voice is sweet, soft, warm and inviting.

"I think I will." Another first. I've never bathed with my previous Subs before, but I do need cleaning as well so I might as well.

I drop my jeans, kicking them off then climb in behind her. Keeping an eye on her hands, I pull her back toward me so she's leaning against my chest. It feels alien but not painful. I reach around to cup her full breast, letting my other hand with the cloth clean her sweet pussy.

"Oh, Christian." She moans, pushing her breast into my hand.

I smirk and shake my head at her. Well, at least in the Playroom she's more Submissive.

"You did well." I kiss her head as praise her.

"I enjoyed our first scene."

"As did I."

I'd like to do more in this tub than cleanse, but her yawning is telling me she doesn't have the strength or energy for more.

Stamina, Anastasia.

"Let's get you to bed."

"Bed?" Is that hope I hear? She wants more fucking? I want more fucking! But I know she's just barely hanging on.

"To sleep." I assure her.

I kiss her head once more before I get out, wrapping a towel around my waist, then I help her out of the tub.

"Turn around." I tell her as I grab the arnica cream.

I didn't strike her that hard, although, her ass is still a glorious shade of pink.

"You have a sexy ass, Anastasia." I feel the need to let her know as I rub the healing cream on her delectable behind.

I don't have to look to know she's blushing, but I do. I glance in the mirror to see her biting that lip and that sexy natural blush.

When I'm finished I grab a towel for her and wrap it around her as I kiss her lips, nibbling on her bottom lip. I don't know what the fuck brought that on but I enjoy kissing her, no need to deny it. I'm doing all sorts of things I've never done before with her so I might as well accept it. And we're not in a scene anymore so I can fucking kiss her if I want, and I want. So I kiss her once more before, I grab my Playroom jeans and leave the bathroom with her.

"Shouldn't we.." She pauses to yawn as we walk back into her bedroom together. ".. clean the Playroom?"

"I'll do that." I kiss her lips again. "Get dress and into bed. I have plans for you tomorrow and I need you well rested."

When she turns to get her bag, I give her ass a slap, causing her to yelp in surprise. I smirk and enjoy watching her dress, which is just plain cotton panties, sleep shorts and a camisole top. I shake my head. She should be in satin or silks, but why is it the simplest of cotton can turn me the fuck on like a teenage boy going through puberty? This towel around my waist is doing nothing to hide my prominent erection.

How in the world can she make these items so damn delectable?

I'm brought out of my thoughts when she climbs in bed and covers her body from my viewing pleasure. She yawns again as she gets settled in her bed and is comfortable enough to already start to drift.

"Goodnight, Anastasia."

"Goodnight, Christian."

I smile when I hear her use my given name as I leave the room.

I feared she would treat me differently once she knew who I was, but she hasn't. It's like knowing who I am is still a mystery to her even though she knows I own GEH. And it's wonderful.

While my Subs usually clean the Playroom, I'm being unusually soft towards Anastasia for some strange unexplainable reason, and she did do exceptionally well tonight, so I walk to the Playroom to clean up our fun.

When I'm finished, I check on my sleeping girl. She looks so beautiful, young and peaceful as she sleeps.

I leave her to sleep and walk to my room.

After putting on some boxer briefs, I lay on my bed with my hands behind my head.

I'm so fucking glad she agreed to stay. I don't know what the fuck she's doing to me, and I wouldn't be surprised if she's into witchcraft, but I'm never going to let her go. She's mine. I've been fighting these feelings so much so to the point of being curt with her. I don't want her to leave me for being so cold towards her so I'm going let them take the control that they seem to take. I'll stay Dominant in the Playroom as planned, but outside of the Playroom, I am going to enjoy the fuck out of vanilla for the first time ever. And kissing her. Definitely more kissing.

Dare I say it? I'm happy. I'm finally happy.

I drift to sleep with a smile on my face.