Christian's Challenge

Ana's POV

Christian is pacing around the room now. He is running his hands through his hair so brutally that I wouldn't be surprised if it commences to fall out in chunks. After yelling at each other briefly, the room is filled with an eerie silence. Occasionally Christian looks at me, each time with a different expression! First in annoyance, then shock, confusion, provocation and maybe even in humor. I instead make sure my expression is unreadable. He just told me that he practices BSDM and he is acting like being a virgin is a mortal sign. This man is irrational!

A part of me deep down is actually a little disappointed at this scene. To think that after him caring so wonderfully for me and bringing me here to this private getaway, I would be facing this. With no end to Christian's constant pacing, I groan and stand to leave.

"Where are you going?" Christian questions me looking quite annoyed. He looks at me as if I should have asked his permission.

"To my room. I don't appreciate having to sit here while you pace like a one-man army."

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" Christian looks tense and almost a little pained

"You never asked," I comment with a notable sarcastic tone to my voice.

"I have never had to ask anyone." Christian's lip forms the hardest line and shakes his head, frustrated. I can't makeout exactly what he says next, but I know he mentions something about the other woman, and something about fifteen.

"That makes two of us then," I state.

"Excuse me?"

"I never have had to ask anyone if they were into BDSM," I clarify. My comment stops Christian in his tracks, and I swear a humored grin briefly makes an appearance on his face. I start to walk away again, but I'm stopped when Christian takes my hand.

"Anastasia, please don't walk away. I think we need to talk."

"Fine," I relent. Knowing that we will end up talking about this situation now or tomorrow. Or worst off maybe never. Whoa! Where did that come from? I follow Christian to the balcony and sit next to him on the lounge chairs. The stars twinkle and the scene would be so perfect if it weren't for our dilemma.

"Ana, you should know that I have never sought out a woman in my life. They have always come to me, so this is very new to me. Every female that has come to me has been prepared for my lifestyle and were in the scene for quite some time."

"Where do these women come from? Craig's list?" I add for good humor.

"No. I have a friend who helps me. She is in the scene also. But I don't want to talk about that right now. I may have overstepped the mark, actually I know I have. I have been foolish. I don't have standard relationships. I have a different type of relationship that I know that once you try, you may enjoy. I promise you it would be very sexually satisfying."

How would I even know if I were satisfied or not? I won't have anything to compare it to.

"Christian this is a little too much..."

"I know. Can you answer something for me?" I nod, thought trepidations about his question. "Why are you still a virgin? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and trust me Anastasia; I have seen many many women. Why hasn't anyone ever swept you off your feet?"

"My feet are too rooted to the ground I suspect."

"Do you want me to take you back to Seattle," Christian offers. "We can leave at any time."

"Do you want to go back? You must have a lot of work to do" I put the decision in his court.

"No..." Christian replies simply. "... and I believe that I asked you that the question first."

"You are letting me decide whether we stay or not?" I ask to clarify. Christian nods but looks mystified. "That is a curious point. I didn't think a submissive would be given such a luxury to make a decision. Unless... no wait! Christian do you switch? Do you take on the role of a submissive at times?" I probe though this would be a complete 360 from the impression he has given me; however, I need to know. I can't assume anything right now.

"I am definitely a dominant, one hundred percent of the time," Christian's demeanor and strength of voice reconfirms this well made point. "Also, you are right; I rarely ask other people's opinions. Though I am happy to make an exception at this time."

"I would like to spend the night here." Christian looks surprised at first but then smirks at me in surprise. "To be honest I would rather enjoy watching the sun come up over the mountains in the morning. Have you already paid for the suite?"

"Yes."

"Then there is no point wasting money."

"I have a lot of money," arrogance pours out of Christian. It is almost repulsive, until he recovers himself. "But I more than agree with you. I detest waste."

"I am tired. I should go and get some sleep, especially if I am going to get up early." I tell Christian politely to excuse myself. He nods and walks next to me until we enter the suite.

"Can I join you tomorrow morning?" Christian asks.

"Of course. It's a free world." Oh, but in Christian Grey's world it probably isn't a free world.

"Good night Anastasia. I am next door if you need anything. I hope you sleep well," Christians' voice is so smooth and warm, and his grey eyes are glowing. I feel pulled toward him, by some unknown force and reach up and kiss his perfectly shared lips. I step back and allow my impulsive behavior to sink in. Wow, did I just do that?

Intense grey eyes look back at me. I don't know whether to kiss him again or retreat. Christian grips my hair and tilts my head up, so his lips are just an inch away from mine. "What am I going to do with you?" He states before he commences to kiss me passionately and desperately. I find myself giving in to him and allow him to possess me. It is the most fulfilling and intense feeling I have ever experienced ever. I feel as if I could succumb to the spell that is Christian Grey.

"Actually I know what I want to do with you," Christian's voice is seductive but doesn't match his expression.

"Good night Anastasia. It's getting a little late, and I don't want you to be poorly rested. I will see you tomorrow morning." Christian then abruptly turns on his heels and walks into the den, with Taylor tailing him. I didn't even realize that he was standing there. I feel bewildered and strangely longing for something that I am not sure about.

After showering, and getting ready for bed, I check my cell phone. There is a missed call from my mother. I double check the time in Georgia and surmise that it is too late to ring her. I send her a text message, telling her that I am well and miss her, and will phone her soon. Uncharacteristically, she replies immediately.

Mom: Miss you darling. You should come and visit before you start work on Monday. We can wire you the money. Love you!

I smile slightly. It would be nice to see my mom again, but I only have five days before I start work.

Ana: I am a little busy at the moment. I will see. Love you!

I manage to contact Kate, but it's obvious that she is very engaged in private affairs, so I tell her that I will catch up with her tomorrow. Rather, I turnoff the lights and allow myself to fall asleep.

I am startled awake by screaming. It is high pitched and so loud. I run out of the room, to where I believe the door is and then knock into something and fall ceremoniously down. " OOOWWWW" I yell out, way too loudly. not again! I am the worlds biggest clumsy person ever. Shit I should have turned on the light.

The door to my bedroom flies open, flooding my room with light. It practically blinds me. There at the doorway is Christian with Taylor behind him. Are they attached at the hip or something?

"I'm fine," I declare before they speak and getup, giving them visual proof that I wasn't injured, again. They both talk quietly and briefly to each other, before Taylor retreats.

"What on earth were you doing?"

"I guess you wouldn't believe me if I told you if I told you I was training for a marathon," my attempt at humor fails.

"In the dark?" Christian states, narrowing his eyes; however, finding some humor in my comment.

"I heard screaming. Did you hear it? Is that why you are awake?" Christian's shoulders slump down, and I know that there is something he doesn't want to tell me.

"I heard you scream and then I found you on the floor. Anastasia, I am going to have to wrap you up in cotton wool and have a CPO on you 24/7 to keep you safe," Christian declares.

"What's a CPO?"

"Certified protection officer."

"Like Taylor and Sawyer?"

"Yes. Now let's get you back into bed, before you break your neck," Christian tells me to divert the conversation. I comply with his wishes but only so he will still be open to answering my increasing number of questions.

"Why would I need to have a CPO?" I look Christian in the eyes so he will be forced to tell me the truth. "I can look after myself, regardless of my increasing level of clumsiness. Plus, I don't understand why you suddenly want to be so overly protective of me."

"Don't be silly Anastasia. I have already told you that I wish to be with you and therefore I need to make sure you are safe. It is the way I am made."

"I don't think I can give you the type of relationship you are seeking," I tell him softly as I don't think my usual demeanor would help right now.

"I just need you to keep an open mind. You may find you like it, in fact, I think you would more than like it" Christian's voice is so salacious that I almost convinced myself. "Though there is still the matter of your virginity," Christians lips from a hard line as he glares over me.

"It isn't a disease or anything," I say as I roll my eyes.

"But it can be cured," Christian states. I gulp quietly, but it doesn't go unnoticed. " I will see you in a few hours for the sunrise."

My gosh, I have never seen, spoken or heard of a more mercurial man in my life. Why am I even here? Deep down I think I know the answer to this question, but I don't think I can come to terms with the conditions.

I am once more awoken by a similar scream to what I heard earlier tonight. Though wisely turn on the light next to me, before seeking out the origin of the noise. I soon find myself outside of Christian's room. I open the door without seeking permission, since he has done the same to me recently, and notice he is asleep but having a horrible nightmare. Instincts propel me to jump on the bed and attempt to wake him.

"Christian! Wake up!" I yell unsuccessfully. I try to shake him, but he is way too strong for me. Instead, I do the only another thing I can do and grab a water bottle next on his bedside table and pour the contents onto his face until he finally wakes and is freed from his nightmare. Water splashes everywhere, over the bed, his already sweat drench body and even over me.

"What the fuck" He yells as he is awoken. He is panting and looks at me. "Ana, what are you doing?" He scolds so harshly that I am taken back.

"You were having a nightmare. You were screaming; I couldn't wake you, so I threw water on you. Sorry, it was the only thing I could think of doing."

"It's okay. It's... all right," Christian comments calming down a little.

"What was your nightmare about? " I boldly ask.

"Nothing that should concern you," Christian states and then lies back on the bed. "How much water did you pour over me? The bed is even drenched."

"The entire bottle" "I examine the bottle and only then realize that there were about a quarter of a gallon. No wonder his bed got so wet, hurricane Anastasia hit! I run into the bathroom to retrieve the towels and start to soak up the water.

"Sorry," I squirm.

"Forget it. It is just a mattress. I will tell the owners that if it needs to be replaced to charge it to me," Christian tells me.

"I will pay you pack. It is my fault." Guilt starts to take over me.

"No, you were just trying to help me. I will pay, and do not try me on this one," Christian says adamantly.

"But I should do something to help."

"Actually you can," I stop my frantic drying and lookup at Christian. He looks at me with pain in his eyes. "Since you have rendered my bed, unsleepable, can I sleep in your bed?"

"Of course. I will go into the living room and sleep on the couch," I advise him. The suite sleeps five people, but two in Christian's room, two in my room and another in a single room, where Taylor must be.

"No, I don't want you to do that. I can sleep on the couch," Christian comments, about to grab a pillow and blanket, but decides not to when he can't find any bedding that is dry.

"Christian, your bed is soaked because of me. You don't want me to sleep on the couch as much as I don't want you to, so why don't you….. come and ….ummm… you could sleep in my … bed…. with me."

"You are inviting me to sleep with you?" I don't blame Christian in having me clarify what I just said. I couldn't help but stumble over my words, and even I am surprised I have found the nerve to ask him.

"Yes, to sleep," I say sheepishly.

"Are you sure? You don't seem sure."

"I have never asked anyone to get into bed with me," I shrug.

"Me either." Christian's comment dumbfounds me.

"But you're not a virgin," I remark as we walk to our now jointly shared room.

"It's all part of the BDSM world. I have had many women, but I never sleep with any of them. This is going to be a first for me." I stand by the edge of my bed, not sure what to do next. Christian Grey is standing on the opposite side of the bed, with only his pajama pants on and bare-chested. He is so well developed that it is obvious he works out. A lot. The muscles, down there, react. I can't believe I am attracted to him.

"You're wet," Christian comments. I gulp loudly, and even cross my legs slightly. I wonder if he has super-natural powers, and this is why he has been so successful in business, at such a young age and he is able to read me like an open book.

"Excuse me?" I struggle to say and feel my face turn to a bright crimson red.

"Your camisole. It's wet."

"Oh, of course, I got it wet after I threw water on you, I will get changed," I notice a large smirk grow on Christians face. I go into my pack back, but the only another thing I find suitable is a black tank top with thin straps. I have only one other top in here, and I need it for tomorrow. Damn the top doesn't cover my panties and even shows off my mid-drift.

"Can you get into the bed and turnaround?" I callout to Christian.

"As you wish." I peek from the bathroom door and check that he has done as I have asked, and then quickly get into the bed and cover myself with the sheets. Not the most graceful of moves, but effective in the least.

"May I turnaround. Now?" Christian requests.

"Yes." He spins his body and lays on his side, resting his head on his bent arm. I can feel the intensity of his eyes on me, and I don't know what to do or say. This is the first time I have never ever had a guy in bed with me.

"Can I take you shopping?" Christian offer comes out from ninth field.

"What? And why?"

"This top doesn't fit you well enough. I would like to take you shopping for some more appropriate clothes."

"You have already bought me a dress, shoes and underwear. By the way, I will have them cleaned and returned to you. The makeup and perfume are still in the bathroom. I will pack them up in the morning." I inform him.

"As much as I would like to have a pair of your underwear, I would like you to keep them. All of those clothes you wore tonight, belong to you. Besides I don't think, the dress will show off my curves too well, and the perfume isn't the fragrance for me." The seriousness tone of his comment causes me to giggle loudly.

"What are you doing to me?" Christian comments.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Sleep." Christian leans over and turns out the light, letting me know that he doesn't intend on explaining himself.

I open my eyes as my alarm on my phone goes off. The room is in pitch darkness, and I almost don't want to wake up, but how many opportunities am I going to get to watch the sun come up over the mountains? Probably never after today. I reach over to turn off the alarm and turn on the soft bedside light.

I look over to Christian to find he is sleeping peacefully and his good looks are highlighted even more. I run my finger gently over his strong jaw line. Christian is perfectly tanned, so unlike my place complexion. I gently stroke the fine hair over his torso, which is evidence how much he spends in the gym. I can't help but blush when I sight his perfect V and his happy trail. I lookup at to make sure that Christian is still fast asleep, and allow my fingers to go further south. Ever so gently I stroke his perfectly toned stomach and blush a bright crimson red when I hit his happy trail. With just one finger, I follow the path of his happy trial. I am only an inch from where it ends and is covered my his pajama pants when a strong hand grabs my arm. Damn it! I have been caught! Panic hits me as I don't know what I am going to say or do. Slowly I lookup, to the now awake Christian Grey.

"For someone who was just so bold, you are blushing horribly." Christian's voice is authoritarian but also so seductive. I can't find any words to reply, but he is going to put me out of my misery. Christian Grey is going to wait till I respond.

"I was… just… ummm…. Shit why can't I express myself? How do you do this to me?" I groan. "I don't know if I hate you or if I like you. I don't know if I want to be far away or so close to you that there is no space between us. Worst of all, I keep wanting you to…." I stop and gasp, realizing I have said way too much.

"Keep wanting me to, what? Tell me Anastasia!" Christian demands.

"Doesn't matter. From what you have told me, if wouldn't be your scene."

"I am very versatile, try me." Christian's voice is soft, but there is an eerie impassiveness about him.

"Sex," I reply too quickly.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"No, that sounds way too cold. Make love to me," I clarify. Christian swiftly moves, so he is practically straddling me and raises my hand that he is still gripping and with his other hand raises my free hand, so they are above my head.

"I don't do love." Christian tries to make out like he is reminding me, but in reality he is warning me.

"Try it!" I challenge him.