The rest of the workweek flies by in a blur. For once I have something to look forward to. I do all my work for Clayton and manage to stay as far away from my father as possible. If I'm not around then there's no problem. I try and become a ghost in my own house. It's finally Friday morning and I can't stop shaking out of both excitement and fear. What I saw in the Red Room did frighten me. Everything was so foreign and new, but the strange thing is…it did turn me on. Something about being with him and in a world that was so taboo and unknown by many was something I crave deep down. I'm ready to learn about his world.
"Ana!" Clayton calls after me before I walk out the door. Christian text me at five in the morning to tell me that Taylor was picking me up again after work. "Hey! What's the rush?" Clayton rushes up and blocks me from walking out.
"Nothing. I just have somewhere to be soon." I try to move around him, but he moves with me.
"Oh. Gotcha." He runs a hand through his beach blonde hair. "So I guess you wouldn't be up for dinner later, huh?"
For the past couple years I've known Clayton he has tried asking me out over a hundred times. And each time I have turned him down. "Sorry. I can't tonight." He doesn't get a chance to respond as the black SUV pulls up to the curb. I say a quick goodbye and walk out to meet Taylor.
"Miss Steele." He opens the back door for me once again.
"Thank you. And it's Ana." The soft leather seats greet me once again. We continue with the ride back to Escala. My nerves begin to get the best of me. I barely ate today and it's beginning to catch up with me. My mind runs wild with what we're going to do today. Are we going to jump straight into the Red Room or start off slow? Maybe dinner first? This is all new to me.
"We're here." Taylor leads me back up the elevator and the doors open to a casually dressed Christian. He stands waiting in a pair of dark jeans and a light gray sweater.
"Anastasia. Welcome back." He greets me and takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. "I've been waiting all week to see you again." He holds my hand and leads me through the apartment.
"I thought we could eat something before your first day on the job." He pulls out a chair and chuckles over at me. Something about him is different today. He seems lighter, more carefree.
I take my place at the table, as does he. The only thing in front of us is a half full wine glass, water, and silverware wrapped in cloth. "Um, Chris-Sir, where is the food?"
"Right here, Miss Steele." A high-pitched female voice comes from the kitchen. A woman, a little older than my mother would be, comes rushing towards us carrying two plates of steaming hot food. Hot jealousy I'm not used to flows through me. Who in the hell is she?
"Anastasia, this is my housekeeper and personal chef, Gail Jones." Gail sets the plates in front of us. A delicious piece of salmon and asparagus and mashed potatoes cover the fine china.
"This looks delicious, Miss Jones." I pick up my fork ready to dig in. My stomach growls, waiting to devour this rich food.
"Does everything look okay, sir?"
"Yes, Gail. Thank you." He dismisses her and she walks off to wherever she stays in this huge place.
"Go ahead and eat, Anastasia. You look like you haven't eaten in months." He picks off a piece of fish and plops it into his delicious mouth. "That's another thing we will have to discuss."
I'm only slightly offended. "What does that mean?" I try not to sound rude.
"It means that while under my care, you will eat three healthy meals a day and will train with my personal trainer twice a week."
I almost spit out my potatoes. "Trainer? As in exercise?" I'm horrified at the idea. I used to pretend to be sick in order to skip gym in junior high.
"Yes, Miss Steele." He looks at me across the table with his seductive smolder. "I need you fit and ready to be able to keep up with me. What I do requires a certain amount of endurance." He slides another piece of salmon onto his tongue.
"Right." I pick off a tender piece and moan at the lemony-herb taste that explodes on my taste buds. "Mm, this is delicious."
We eat the rest of our meal in silence. I try to keep my eyes on my plate, but sneak peaks at Christian eating his meal across from me. To my surprise, every time I look up he's looking right back at me. I don't think he's looked away this entire time.
"How do you feel, Miss Steele?"
"What do you mean?"
"About our agreement. How do you feel about it?"
I ponder his question. I honestly don't know how I feel about it just yet. Right now I'd say that I'm happy to be away from home and in his company and in this amazing penthouse. I'm both nervous and eager to be introduced into his Red Room life, but I just hope I come out okay in the end. "I think I'm ready, but I'm also scared." I reply honestly.
He nods his head in agreement and takes a sip from his wine glass. "That's a very normal feeling to have. There's no need to worry, Anastasia. I'll teach you everything you need to know."
We finish the rest of the meal and Ms. Jones takes away our plates without saying a word. "That was delicious. Thank you."
"You are very welcome, Anastasia. Now come here and stand in front of me." His voice oozes authority and order. I do as he says and stand in front of him. His hand reaches up and strokes my arm, sending goosebumps over my skin. His fingers alone are capable of causing my body to bend to him. "I think it's time for a little dessert, don't you agree?"
I have trouble finding my voice. "I-I guess."
His stern eyes meet mine while his hand curls itself around my wrist, squeezing firmly. "You know that's not the way to address me. Let's try that again."
This is it. This is the Mr. Grey that I'll have to become acquainted with and fast. "Yes, sir."
He looks up at me with burning eyes. "Oh, I think I'm going to like this very much." He stands abruptly and pulls me with him. "Come. Time for your first lesson." He brings me to the end of the hallway and to the doors of the Red Room. My stomach crawls with nerves. There's no going back now. "Remove all your clothing besides your bra and panties and sit in the center of the room on your knees."
I walk onto the familiar velvet carpet. Christian shuts the doors behind me, leaving me alone to follow his first orders. With shaking hands I remove my light clothing and stand in the center of the red walls with only my bra and underwear. Damnit. I should have tried to find a matching set before coming here. I sit on the soft floor as Christian says. I manage to control my heaving breathing when I hear the door open behind me. My body instantly goes rigid. I lift my head, waiting for him to come further into the room.
"Keep your head down." He barks. I do just that. I hear him come up behind me, walking around me like a lion in a cage. I keep my eyes locked on the floor in front of me, but I can see his feet move to stand right in front of me. He's barefoot and appears to have changed into a pair of light washed jeans. "Jesus." He sighs, running his hand over my bare shoulder. "Your skin is ever more flawless than I imagined." His hand runs down my arm and crosses over to run across my clothed breasts. "You are beautiful, Anastasia."
My skin immediately flushes. Never have I had a man like Christian touch me and call me such a thing as beautiful. "Thank you, sir."
"Stand." He commands. I do as he says. My haw drops as I take in his attire, or lack of. Oh my. His pants are a light shade of blue and ripped in certain places. Very bad-boy and dangerous looking. But my eyes refuse to leave his naked, golden torso. His body is something off of a magazine cover. His chest is hard with muscle that flows out to give him strong shoulders and visible biceps. Light hair flutters across his chest and down his abdomen muscles that form a perfect V beneath his waistband. He's absolutely the male personification of perfection…besides the shine of tiny circles that scatter around his otherwise perfect chest. What are those?
Our bodies stand only a foot away from each other. I smell his faint aroma of cologne and body wash. He smells divine. "Kiss me." He whispers. "I need to feel your lips on mine."
Without thinking I lean up and smash my lips against his. He's taken by surprise at first before taking back control. He pushes me back and tangles his hand through my hair while his lips move against mine. This kiss is not a typical romantic one. It's hungry, it's need, and it's dominant. He breaks it off, gasping. "On your knees." He softly, yet firmly pushes my head down until I fall on my knees once again. "Let's begin with the first lesson. Have you ever sucked a cock before, Miss Steele?"
My stomach rolls. "No." I never had. I never felt the desire to put another man in my mouth and show his pleasure, but with him I'd gladly learn how.
His eyes flash. "I'll teach you." His hands move to his zipper and he yanks it down urgently. His black boxers try and contain the bulge beneath them, but even then e strains against the fabric. Reaching in he grabs his length and pulls it out.
I swallow hard. He's too big. Too long, too thick, too manly. His impressive size begs me to take him in my mouth, but my innocent past makes stands still. "Take me in your hand and stroke me."
With a shaking hand I wrap my fingers around him, amazed at how they barely fit around him. He hisses, encouraging me. I slowly begin to move hand up and down, pumping him to an even pace. "Jesus, Ana. That feels amazing." I continue to stroke for a little more until he tells me to take him in his mouth. "Go ahead. Suck on me, baby." His words encourage me to finally slip his mushroom head past my lips. "Ah…fuck." He whispers as I slide him further back, but only taking about half of him. His smooth skin feels like velvet on my tongue. His taste a mix of man and body wash. "Just like that." He moans. Sparks of heat travel straight to the spot between my legs, drenching my panties in my own juices. "Use your tongue. Make it wet." I please him and manage to run my tongue around his girth. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes his hips further into me. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat. "Don't be scared, Anastasia. Breathe through your nose." I gasp and take him back into my mouth. For once I feel powerful, I feel like I'm in control and that he's under my spell for once. "Ah shit, Ana." He gasps as I reach underneath and cup his smooth balls. My short name on his breath encourages me to suck faster and move my tongue quicker over him. "I'm going to come, baby." He tightens his grip as I feel quick spurts of hot cum fly into the back on my throat. He comes hard and I try my best to swallow it all, but some spills out over my lips and down my chin. There was just so much salty, sweet liquid that I couldn't keep up with.
"Oh my God." He sighs, stroking my hair. "Fuck that was amazing." He bends down and slides his jeans back up, covering himself once again. "Stand."
I get off my wobbly knees and stand before him with his drying cum still on my skin. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't speak." He barks and pulls me into a harsh kiss. "I think it's safe to say you passed your first lesion, Miss Steele." He runs his thumb over my wet chin. "I have to say; seeing myself spread out over your flushed skin like this is so hot." He kisses me once more. "Now, it's your turn."
