A/N: Shorter update, but I'm going through the story fixing some inconsistencies and such! Please enjoy.
Christian's hands stilled on Ana's thighs, fingertips pressing into her soft flesh that he longed to be with.
"I'm sorry, what the fuck did you just say?!" He barked back into the phone, while Ana began to tug her shirt back on, confusion settling in on her features.
"I know you're not deaf Grey," began Ros, "Elena Lincoln is in the lobby... and is demanding to see you. Security informed her it's Saturday, but she apparently saw you pull up." Ros paused, "want me to go kick her ass out of the lobby?" The excitement at the prospect was evident in her throaty voice.
Flustered and stepping away from Ana so he could adjust himself, Christian let out a harsh laugh. "As much as I know you'd love to do that, this bitch is mine to deal with. Inform security I'll be down momentarily."
With a click, the call ended and Christian took the moment to glance at the woman, his woman, that sat confused on his desk.
"Elena?" She said lightly, "the... woman blackmailing you?" Slowly, she slid off the desk, adjusting her shirt as she went and then running her fingers through her chestnut locks.
With a crack of his neck, Christian gave a curt nod. "Yes. That woman."
The frustration building up inside of him, knowing that Elena was just downstairs, while he was up here with Ana was evident. His brow was furrowed, his fists tightly at his side.
"I thought you said you handled that?"
"And so I thought I did. Come, Ana." Christian opened the door, his hand extended out, only to look and see that Ana had not moved.
"I'm sorry... what?" An eyebrow raised, Ana stood with her arms crossed over her chest. "Christian, i'm not a dog. Please don't treat me like one, or summon me like one."
He paused, a sudden pulsating vein appearing in his head. Christian cleared his throat, "I apologize. If you're ready, let's go ahead and go downstairs."
"That's better." With a peck on the lips, she slipped past him.
And Christian followed her to the elevator, his palm twitching.
The ride down to the first floor was quick, Ana noted, and she suddenly wished it had taken longer. The electricity between them was clear, and with their 'session' cut short, she suddenly felt incredibly frustrated. With a glance at Christian, she could see he felt the same, though she knew most of that was because of the meeting about to take place.
"So, I'll just head out and wait with Taylor at the car?" Ana mentioned lightly, not wanting to be a cause for more confrontation between him and this 'woman'.
"It'll only be a moment," he said curtly, and suddenly she felt like one of his employees. His response was harsh and cold.
The elevator dinged, the doors opening and they stepped out, hand in hand. Immediately, Ana could place Elena. She looked to be in her fifties, though she wasn't sure if that was because of age or because the amount of plastic surgery it looked like she'd had done. She was dressed in a tight black wrap dress, matching boots reaching her knees. Once her eyes were placed on Christian, they appraised him like... they owned him.
Ana glanced around, unsure if this was a meeting to take place where there were employees, but noted that the lobby seemed suddenly empty except for Taylor.
"Why, Christian dear. Fancy meeting you here," Elena drawled, her voice dripping with threat. "I figured you'd want this back."
Ana watched as a well manicured hand held out a manila envelope. She was sure she also saw Elena give her a side glance, narrowing her eyes and looking at her with disgust.
Christian dropped his hand from Ana's and snatched the folder, holding it up in Elena's face. "I thought I made it very clear what would happen if you tried to threaten me Elena. Don't FUCK with me."
Elena let out a chuckle, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head. "You would never out me Christian. You want to know why?" She stepped closer to them, and Ana suddenly grasped at Christian's hand again feeling territorial. "Because you'd never want anyone to find out... you were the other half of that story, and if people find out about me... they find out about you. We wouldn't want poor Grace knowing what her son did when visiting Mrs. Lincolns to do yard work do we?"
Christian's mouth dropped momentarily at her audacity to suggest such a thing, as telling his mother of their relationship. He, of course, had assumed that upon giving his threat, she would back off - afraid for her own reputation as she always was.
Elena had him by the balls, and she knew it. She'll always have control of me.
"I'm sorry, what?" The interaction was interrupted by Ana, who dropped his hand to stare at the exchange. Her beautiful eyes were slightly widened, and he could see the thoughts formulating in her head.
Fuck. Unsure of the words to say, Christian made a fist with his free hand. Of course, he had told Ana many secrets on that boat, but the last thing he'd want to tell her was of the nature of his relationship with Elena Lincoln. How could he ever admit to anyone, other than his therapist, that he had been molested as a child? It had taken him over three years to even say the words to Flynn. To tell other people - it would make him damaged and would ultimately ruin him.
"Oh," Elena let out a sweet laugh. "Your girlfriend doesn't know, that's right. Don't worry, Anastasia. I'm saving you from heartache. It would never have lasted between you two anyways, you're too..." Her eyes trailed up and down Ana's body, who suddenly felt dirty.
"Dominant?" Ana finished for her, and Elena looked back at Christian with a look of surprise.
"Interesting. If you were looking for another domme experience Christian, you should have just given me a call. Don't think I've forgotten how much you loved to get fu-"
It happened faster than Christian could stop it. Ana reached towards Elena, the slap across her face echoing through the lobby. Immediately Taylor stepped forward, ready to break up anything that may happen further, but Christian was sure he could almost see a grin on the usually stoic mans face.
"Get the fuck out Elena." Christian said, disgusted that she rubbed the mark on her cheek like it was a prize. "NOW." He barked, even causing Elena Lincoln to falter.
"Are you going to say anything...?" said Ana. They sat in the back of the SUV, divider up. She had stayed to her side, unsure of what to do or say.
Her hand stung, and the feeling of protectiveness that overcame her shocked her. Even after the revelation that Christian had been a victim of sexual abuse as a child, she didn't feel disgust. She felt the need to make sure this woman would never come near him again, no matter the circumstance.
Since getting in the car, Christian sat with his elbow on the door, his cheek resting on his face. Not a word had been said, but she could see him occasionally let out a huff and glance at the envelope that sat between them.
Finally, he turned his head to face her. "What do you want me to say...? You know my deepest darkest secret, you'll run any minute."
"Is that what you think of me? That I'd run the minute things get difficult? For fuck's sake Christian, you watched me die... you saved me. And you think in your time of need, I'd let you down and leave you?" Ana scoffed, "if that's how you feel than you really don't know me."
"I'm fucked, Ana, and I don't know what to do. The money isn't an issue - I can pay her that fifty times over and it barely make a dent. It's the fact that when would it end...? She has photos of me Ana, photos that could ruin me." His voice raised, his self-control slipping.
"Perhaps... you need to tell your mother, whatever happened between you two."
"Are you fucking joking?" He scoffed, turning his head from her. "That would break her heart, I could never do that to her."
"But then you'd be taking away the only leverage she has, Christian."
He turned to face her again, "Ana... I was molested at the age of 15 by her. I went to do yard work, and she... hit me. And I liked it, especially considering after - she went down on me. She taught me the aspects of BDSM, and I liked it. We were intimate, and as disgusted as I am to admit this... at the time, I liked it. The entire relationship was consensual, even if I couldn't lawfully consent at the time."
Ana took a deep breath, rage bubbling inside of her at the thought of someone taking advantage of Christian.
He continued, running a hand through his copper hair. "How do I tell my mom that? How do I tell her that I willingly slept with her friend behind her back? How do I explain that I thought her friend could help me get over my issues more than my own parents could? I can't do that to her Ana. I just can't."
Unsure of the words to say, she unbuckled her seat belt, scooting closer to him.
"She's always had control over me - and i'm realizing she probably always will. And it's making me feel like I have... no control." In a moment of vulnerability, Christian spoke quietly, a shuddering deep breath leaving his body.
Ana, very carefully since the car was moving, swung a leg over him and sat on his lap. His hands slid to her hips and his face rested in her chest, peppering soft kisses along her exposed skin.
"You're not alone in this Christian... you're stuck with me, remember?"
He nodded into her, almost reluctantly. I need my control back.
Christians fingers slipped from her hips up and under her shirt, which she quickly disposed of.
"How long is the car ride?" She whispered, faltering under his hooded gaze he gave her.
"Long enough." Was his response, before grasping at one of her breasts, removing it from bra and assaulting it with his lips and tongue.
Her nipple pebbled beneath his mouths touch, and his tongue flicked at it, the resulting squirm coming from her pleasing him.
Anastasia pushed her hips down, the feeling of his growing erection beneath his pants offering some sort of relief, but not enough. "Please," she whispered.
Quickly, Christian undid his pants, his cock slipping from his pants where his hand primed it. She moved, squirming to remove her panties before quickly mounting him again. With a low grown, she sat atop of his cock, the head slipping past those lips and into that velvety heaven he loved so much.
"Fuck Ana..."
Without holding back, Ana's held fell back and she began to move her hips, the feeling of his length sliding in and out of her.
"Oh Christian... oh my god," She half cried, and he was thankful for the divider between them and Taylor.
"Come on baby.." He gripped her hips, helping her to move up and down. He could feel her walls beginning to tighten, could feel her orgasm approaching. "Cum for me... I need this, come on baby... fuck."
And with a whimper, she did, shuddering atop of him, her head falling into his neck. He quickly grabbed her, laying her down on the seat where he lifted a leg and began thrusting into her, his pounding relentless.
Her fingers gripped the leather seats, his hips pounding into hers with such force she was sure she'd have bruising.
"Fuck.. i'm going to cum..." Christian cried, and he stilled, spilling himself inside of her. With one last, fuck, he fell onto her, breathing heavily and feeling just a little less frustrated.
Elena Lincoln stepped inside of her ridiculously ornate home, the all white furniture a shocking contrast to the black she always wore. Slowly placing down her purse, she watched as her current submissive Issac came towards her, his eyes downcast.
"Issac dear, I won't be needing you tonight. You're welcome to go home." She said sweetly, and his gaze faltered at her sudden sweet demeanor.
"Yes, mistress."
She watched as he slowly walked away, sure that he was upset at her decision. With a smile, she reached back, unzipping her dress and letting it fall onto the floor. Beneath was a lace bra and matching panties, the boots still on her feet. Moments later, hearing a knock on the door she took a deep breath, catching a sight of herself in the mirror and appraising her own body. She knew she looked good, still had it - at least she better have, considering the money she had spent making her breasts perkier, her skin tighter.
Another knock to the door.
With excitement, she stepped towards it, not even bothering to look out the peep hole. She knew who it was, and she was craving what would happen. She opened it, and standing before her was a man, his brown hair slightly messy on his head - a single earring dangling from his ear.
"Elena." He said, stepping inside of her home, his eyes appraising her body greedily.
She'd give him what he wanted, and she knew she could handle it.
"Jack." She said lightly, letting him into her home.
"This was an odd request, I have to say. As one of the leading domme's in the culture, I was shocked you'd want to do a scene subbing for me. As you know, I don't hold back." He growled slightly.
"Which is exactly what I need." It had been years since she felt the bite of the whip, years since Christian had her sub for him. She had known he was rougher than most - the fact that it was almost impossible to find a sub for him said that. Most girls she found for him only lasted a few days, their tears still in their eyes as they approached her, begging to get out of the contract.
"On your knees then," His tone immediately shifted to that of a Dominant, and she felt the rush of a thrill go through her.
"Sir," She began, getting onto her knees, and waiting for what would come next.
In her dungeon, as the whip hit her back, Elena cried out - her legs spread and tied, trembling from the assault on her body. He was similar in size to the man she really wanted, both in body and cock. Her eyes closed, and she imagined the man behind her was the copper haired man that she spent years turning into the dominant he now was.
She'd get him back, no matter what she'd have to do.
As Jack stood behind Elena, his wrist flicking to deliver another blow of the whip to her red back, he imagined her cries belonged to another woman. He imagined the lingerie was on younger skin. He imagined that her bright blonde hair, was longer and brown. He imagined her to be Anastasia Steele.