I want to thank everyone for your kind reviews and comments after the previous chapter. My father died a little over a month ago and I have not had the motivation to write for a while. Hopefully I have now got my head back where it needs to be for this story. I am hoping to be able to update a least one a week from now on.
Now on with the story...
Chapter 12
APOV
What the hell I am supposed to wear!
Soon after we kissed at the convention last week the lights came back on and we quickly broke away, but not before Mr. Grey asked if we could have dinner this coming Friday. I could see Barney approaching us, and was thankful that he was none the wiser of what had happened moments before and without thinking I agreed.
What was I thinking! Well actually I wasn't, but hell, I should of just passed it off with a none committal response. Then Barney started going on about his Jedi training and the moment to refuse had passed.
So now I am stuck going through my closet wondering what the heck I shall wear and how the hell I could get out of this. I had thought a few times to call and cancel, but I couldn't think of a plausible excuse. I have to suck it up and just go. Hell, I might even enjoy myself. That is IF I can find something suitable to wear.
This is where I wish Barney was gay and had great fashion sense. I would love for him to come over and help me with this decision, but alas he is not. I get an image of an overly camp Barney in my head and of him taking charge, trying to dress me and telling me how fabulous this will look on me. I giggle at the thought and think that his current girlfriend Lucy might have something to say about that, even if she does seem very nice. Barney said they were going out on a date tonight and I'm really pleased for him that this seems to be working out for him. She had to work last weekend and why it was only Barney and I until Grey showed up.
Grey still has me very confused over his actions last weekend and from what I could tell, it seemed so out of character for him. It was nice though, to see that he could loosen up a bit. I still don't understand what he wants from me and hopefully he doesn't want to hire me for sex. I still get that nagging thought that he is only interested in ladies of the night, or is it that when he meets someone he likes, he then suggests hiring them only for sex. Those contracts he has with women have crossed my mind a few times and while I don't like to judge, each to their own and all that. I think I would just about loose it with him if he suggested something like that to me.
I don't think that I'm a prude, but I also don't think I could have sex with someone just for money or material gains. I don't judge women that do; I understand that everyone is different, only it is just not for me. God! I really need to stop thinking this way. He has not approached anything of the sort with me so far and it is unfair of me to think that he will. Besides, I don't need his money and anything material I desire I can get for myself. Ahh all this is so confusing. Just go with the flow, Ana and see what happens tonight. I finally decide to do just that and go back to scanning the dresses in front of me.
I'm not really sure what I am looking for or even where we are going, but I want to at least look nice for some strange reason and I try not to dwell on it for too long. I close my eyes and reach my hand in and run my hand through the dresses and stop, deciding that this is the one I will wear. I open my eyes and pull out a red Hervé Léger bandage dress with embellish cut outs on the side. It is one I have never worn before and something I would not have chosen for tonight, but I was going to wear it, for no other reason than I couldn't be bother to find anything else to wear. I hope it's not too over dressed for wherever we are going.
I hang the dress on the front of my wardrobe doors and pull out a pair of red matching heels and clutch. I place them on the bed as I make my way to my bathroom to get a shower. Half an hour later I have scrubbed and shaved my body. I wrapped my body and then hair up in a towel as I walk out of my bathroom.
I get dressed quickly and look to the time. I have about thirty minutes before Mr Grey comes to get me. How long did I spend trying to come up with something to wear tonight? I really don't understand why I can't just meet Mr. Grey wherever we are going and I can only suppose that he is curious to see where I live. I shake my head and continue to dry my hair deciding to leave it down and apply a little mascara, a natural brown eye shadow and some lipstick to my lips. I briefly think about wearing some red lipstick and decide that it would be too much and add a light pinky red to my lips.
All done and I quickly glance in the full length mirror as I slip on my heels and grab my clutch making my way into the kitchen to transfer a few things from my bag into the clutch. Checking the time again, I see that I have ten minutes before Mr. Grey is due to arrive. I go and sit on my sofa and look out of the windows in front of me and my eyes graze over the sea and out into the horizon. I idly wonder if there are any boats that tour around the coastline of Seattle and make a mental note to explore that avenue at some point. It would be nice to get out on the sea and watch the world lazily pass by.
I am startled out of my day dreams of sea air and slowly passing coastlines by my door bell. Quickly glancing at the time I wonder if Mr. Grey has stood outside my door until the clock hit 7pm as is it right on time. Taking a deep breath I stand, straighten my clothes and grab my clutch off the kitchen counter as I make my way to the door. I quickly look down my attire to make sure that everything is okay, and I open the door then step outside closing the door behind me.
"Good evening Mr. Grey." I say and he looks at little lost for words as his eyes roam my appearance.
"Good evening Miss Steele." He replies and I make my way towards the elevator. I push the button and wait for the elevator, as I turn back to Mr. Grey and smile at him.
"You never really said where we were going. I hope that I am appropriately dressed." I ask.
"You look stunning Miss Steele." He said making me blush.
I look down towards my hands and fiddle with my clutch. "Erm... thanks. You look nice too." I reply.
In truth I haven't really took too much notice of what he is wearing, but as I say this I glance at his attire and my eyes rack over his dark grey suit and white shirt. I oddly find myself wishing he was not in a suit, but in much more casual clothes like he was last week as Han Solo. I also wonder if he has just left work, coming straight here and not had the chance to change yet.
We stand there silently waiting for the elevator and as soon as I hear the ping for its arrival I almost sigh in relief. This is feeling a little awkward and I wished I had insisted on meeting him in the bar area of where we were going. I could have gotten there early and had a few drinks before he arrived to calm my nerves.
"So..." I say as I enter the car. "Where are we going?" I ask trying to get my mind off static that I feel building up as I enter the elevator. I remember trying to recreate this sensation in this very lift and now with Mr. Grey here it suddenly re-emerges and I feel myself take a deep breath trying to get myself under control. I think back to Mr. Creepy and hope that he doesn't make an appearance tonight.
"To Escala."
I freeze. I have just spent an hour going through my clothes only to be having dinner at his place. "Excuse me." Perhaps he just means to get changed before we head out to a restaurant.
"I thought we could have dinner at my place." He says as he makes his way towards me.
"Well why didn't you say and I wouldn't have bothered getting so dressed up." I state. Jeez after all that effort just to be going back to his place. I could have worn jeans and a t-shirt.
"But you look so lovely Miss Steele." He says getting closer to me brushing a few strands of my hair over my ear.
I look up at him about to retort and he suddenly leans down and kisses me. I didn't realise how quickly he had moved until I feel my arms above my head, which are being held in place by one of his hands and his other hand has gripped the back of my neck holding me in place. His body is flush with mine and a feel something hard and protruding pushing against my stomach as he kisses the living shit out of me.
This kiss is so much more than the last time and I can't help but respond to it with the added electric static pulsing through my veins from the close confines of this elevator. I feel his hand leave my neck and skim down my sides and they travel to my lower back, then he pulls me even closer to his body, still not breaking the kiss. Oh boy this man sure knows how to kiss.
He suddenly breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against mine as we both pant trying to gain our breaths. His nose rubs along mine once before he leans back.
"You look so beautiful I just couldn't resist." He tells me as he let's go of my arms that were still being held over my head.
I am really at a loss of what to say as I bring down my arms and I look at him sceptically. I am saved by the ping as we arrive at the ground floor and the doors open. He smirks at me and grabs my hand telling me to come and I dutifully follow like an idiot without compliant. I still feel a little flustered from the kiss and take this time to gather my composure.
I have given myself a quick pep talk while we were in his car. Taylor had been waiting with the SUV in the garage and we immediately get into the back seat and nothing more is said between us. We don't take long arrive at Escala and I suddenly become nervous about the elevator ride to his apartment and I sort of dread and hope that it will happen again. It is very confusing to want something to happen and not want it at the same time. How the fuck did I get into this position. Thankfully, I think! Nothing more happens in the elevator up to his apartment.
Once we arrive at his apartment I try to steer the conversation towards his computers. As the last time I was here I was installing the upgrades, and if I remember correctly I was eager to leave at that time. He brushes it off with that they are working fine and promptly asks if I would like a drink.
Oh god yes! I think large vodka or two would be nice about now, but I opt with a yes thank you. Jeez get over it, I scold myself. He tells me to take a seat and goes off, in what I hope, is in search for an extremely large glass of some sort of alcoholic beverage. I regret not having one before I left this evening while I was getting ready. In hindsight, I shouldn't have really put so much an effort in getting dressed up, as we are only at his place. Oh well too late to brood over it now. I'm only wishing that the time I had spent looking for an outfit, had been spent having a drink instead.
I don't take a seat but head over to his floor to ceiling windows and look out at the view. It is breathtaking and has a different view of Seattle than what there is from my windows. It's nice to see another advantage point of the city, as my eyes graze across the landscape.
CPOV
I excuse myself and make my way to my bedroom to quickly get washed up and changed from my work clothes into a pair of black slacks and a black shirt. I worked later than I expected and just about got away from GEH to arrive at Miss Steele's door on time. I despise lateness and I ensure that I am always on time. I was a little taken back by Miss Steele when she opened the door; she looked stunning in her red dress and almost made me wish that I had arranged to take her somewhere else other than Escala. Perhaps if there is a next time I will take her to Canlis for dinner.
I have been debating most of the week whether to take her out or to eat here. I finally decided that there were a few things that we needed to discussed and being in public might not be appropriate for the kind of conversation that I wanted to have.
I quickly glance at my reflection and wonder if I had subconsciously chosen to look a little like a grim reaper tonight, being that I was dressed all in black. I am not about to change my clothes now and make my way to the kitchen and inform Gail to serve our dinner at the dining table. I grab a couple of wine glasses and pull out a bottle of chardonnay and make my way into the great room.
I see Ana standing by the windows looking out across the city. I take a moment to admire her form, before entering further into the room. She must have heard me enter and she turns towards me and gives me a small smile. I pause and I feel the breath get caught in my throat. I have heard the expression breathtaking many times, but this is the first time that I truly can say that I have experience the sensation. As I gaze at the stunningly beautiful woman before me. I take a mental picture and store it away, so at least I will have something to remember her by if all goes south.
"The view is beautiful up here. It is nice to see the city from another point of view. It always seems so peaceful this high up." She says gesturing out towards the city.
"Yes! The view is really stunning." I say not taking my eyes from her.
I put the glasses down on the coffee table and make my way towards her. She seems to be getting more flustered the closer I get and when I stop before her she has a glorious blush on her checks. I can't help myself and I lean down and give her a slow lingering kiss. I just wanted to taste those lips once more before we have dinner. I take her hand in mine and tell her to follow me into the dining room and quickly snatch up the glasses and bottle of wine with my other hand on the way past.
I pour us each a generous glass of wine as Ana takes a seat and looks around the room. She grabs the glass and I notice she takes an extremely large gulp of the wine before settling the glass back on the table and her fingers play with the long stem of the glass. She gives me another small smile while I settle myself in the seat in front of her. I don't want to sit too close as I am not entirely sure that I can keep my hands to myself at the moment.
"The wine is very nice." She says and picks the glass up again and takes another large gulp of the wine. I almost tell her to slow down and to start taking sips of her wine, instead of gulping it down as she seems to be doing at the moment. I don't want to her to get drunk too early in the evening.
"I'm glad that you approve." I say taking a sip of my own wine. See Miss Steele, sip, and not gulp.
Gail comes in at that moment and serves us with the baked sea bass with a serving of pan fried new potatoes with mange tout and baby sweetcorn.
"Thank you, this looks lovely." Ana says as Gail put her plate in front of her. Gail gives her a quick smile and then serves me my plate.
"Thank you Gail. That will be all for tonight." I dismiss her.
Ana takes another gulp of her wine and I notice that she has nearly finished her glass of wine, while I have hardly touched mine. She notices her nearly empty glass and her eyes quickly flash to the bottle in the centre of the table. I know she wants another glass, but I am torn in allowing her another glass full so soon. Instead I pick up the water jug and pour her a glass of water and then I pick up my utensils and start to eat; watching as Ana follows my lead. Good, at least she will have something in her stomach before I will pour her more wine and she can gulp on water for a while.
"This is really good. Is Gail a trained chef?"
I pause to think back over her resume. "No, I believe she was trained in hotel management and hospitality." I answer going back to my meal.
"Oh!" She says and takes another bite and chews slowly. "How did she become employed with you?"
"She was a housekeeping manager before joining me, she left for personal reasons. I was fortunate to find her when I was looking for a housekeeper." She nods at me and continues eating her dinner. I have noticed that she has taken a few sips of water and offer her another glass of wine. She accepts and I refill her glass, but not as much as I had initially.
We converse about our week. I ask how the upgrades are going on within my other companies and she asks about the world of mergers and acquisitions. The usual polite conversation one generally does while eating a meal. She has taken to sipping on her wine and I can only account for her previous gulping as possible nervousness. I can also see that her initial gulping has started to take an effect on her.
"So tell me. What was the great Christian Grey like as a child?" She asks with a bit of a giggle.
"Difficult."
"Difficult? In what way were you difficult?" She says the last word with a deepened voice and I assume is only mocking me.
This is not a subject that I want to broach at the current time. "Aren't most children a pain in the ass towards their parents?" I enquire, trying to deflect the question.
"Yes, I suppose they are, especially when puberty hits." She states and finishes the last of her dinner. I am pleased that she has not left anything on her plate.
I nod and sit back and take another sip of my wine and enjoy the view in front of me. She dabs at her mouth with the napkin and picks up her glass and takes another sip, before looking my way and flushes when she notices me looking at her.
"Would you like some dessert? I believe Mrs Jones has made some chocolate brownies."
"Well then, how could I possibly refuse?" She smiles and takes another sip of wine.
She slowly rises and out of habit I stand with her. "Can you point me in the direction of your washroom?"
I nod and point her in the right direction and watch as she sways a little on her way there. I take this time to pick up our wine glasses in order to have our dessert at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I place the wine glasses down and pause before going to the oven to where the chocolate brownies are being kept warm and decide to go back to the dining room to retrieve the glass of water and place it with her wine glass on the breakfast bar.
I have just put the brownies on the breakfast bar when she re-emerges. There is a little less sway in her step and when she reaches the breakfast bar she gives me a smile and leans forward placing her elbows on top of the counter before sliding her bottom onto the seat. As she leans back she inhales and picks up her wine glass and takes another sip.
"That smells really good." She announces with her eyes glued to the brownies.
I smile. "Would you like cream or ice cream with the brownie?"
"Both"
"Both?" I ask.
"Yes please." She nods and takes another sip.
I dish up the dessert and place it in front of her. I take the seat next to her and watch as she brings the spoon to her lips and slide the dessert inside. Her eyes close and she 'mmm's' while turning the spoon around in her mouth and she slowly pulls the spoon out as her lips close around the spoon in an attempt to pull off the sticky chocolate sauce off the spoon as she goes. My dick which has been as half mast most of the night suddenly springs to full attention and I shift a little in my seat to allow him some room. Fuck me! I have never seen anything so erotic in my life. I have seen many a woman try and seduce by the way they eat their food, but Anastasia unconsciously beats them all hands down with very little effort.
"This is divine." She says smiling as she goes in for another spoon full. I am momentarily jealous of the spoon that is now making its way back into her mouth and I fantasise that it's my dick that she is sucking as her mouth closes around the spoon. Oh Lord, help me get through this without throwing her onto the counter and fucking her right here, right now. I take a deep breath to control myself and take a bite of the dessert. It is good, but I don't think it is that good! As my eyes flicker back to Anastasia and watch her eating this dessert as if in pure bliss.
We finish the dessert in relative silence and I have to endure Anastasia's sounds of bliss coming from besides me. Once she has finished she puts the spoon down and turns towards me.
"Tell Gail that her dessert was pure bliss and could she give me the recipe for the chocolate brownies." She says as her hand reaches out towards her glass of wine. I place my hand over hers in order to stop her from picking it up.
"You a little bit left on the corner of your mouth." I say as I move closer to her and watch as she sweeps her tongue to the corner of each side of her mouth. She has still missed the spot and I decide to help her out with it. I lean even closer and her eyes are glued to me as I close the distance and remove the chocolate sauce from the side of her mouth with my tongue. She gasps and I take this opportunity to thrust my tongue into her mouth and revel in the taste of her combined with the taste of the chocolate.
I can't help myself as my hand closes around the back of her neck to keep her in place and devour her mouth. I feel her place her hand on my forearm and then there is a battle of dominance with our tongues. It's a battle that I know I will win and eventually Anastasia concedes the battle and allows me to dominate her mouth. I am heaven at the moment and I don't this to stop, but I must before this goes any further. With one last suck on her tongue I withdraw my mouth but rest my forehead against hers while we catch our breath. Her eyes flicker open and I give her a quick kiss on her lips.
"You taste divine." I say and go in for another kiss. I find this extremely odd that I'm enjoy kissing Anastasia as much as I do; I rarely have kissed other women before and just saw it as a means to an end. She is responsive to my kisses and I almost regret which I know I must do now. I briefly think 'fuck it' and go straight in for the kill, i.e. having sex with her, but it would go against everything that I am.
I am the one that is in control in this scenario and I am not going to mess this up by being too hasty. Anastasia has been more challenging and annoying than any other woman I have ever met and I don't want to fall at the last hurdle. I have been more patient with her than I have with anyone; it has almost been like fishing. You bait the hook and leave in the water waiting for the prize to take a nibble and then wait for when said prize decides to take a bite. In this respect it has been much like that with Anastasia. I have slowly over the course of the last few weeks made her more comfortable around me and she has slowly dropped her guard. Now it is time to land this prize as it is just ripe and responsive in my arms. I have very little doubt that I won't be buried deep within her before the evening is out.
A few more kisses and I'll lead her up to my playroom, where the real fun will begin.
APOV
Oh boy! Can this guy kiss! I am positive he could charm the 'knickers off a nun.' I really need to be careful around this man, or my knickers will be going in the same direction as the nun's. It's not as if I don't want to have sex. I just need to be sure that a certain contract doesn't suddenly appear before me and 'hey presto' I'm suddenly his current sex for hire girl.
He has never mentioned any of his previous girls and everyone knows that he has never had a girlfriend. So I find it hard to believe that I am going to be any different from those that went before me. I realise now how much I have drop my guard and resentment about the way he conducts himself to almost everyone. I suppose it is hard to remember all that when he is being almost attentive towards me. This could just be a ploy to get me where he wants me. Oh god! I hope that I am wrong.
How I expect this night to go, was for us to have a lovely dinner in some nice restaurant while having a pleasant conversation and at the end of the night for him take me home and kiss me goodnight at my door. What a naive school girlish thought that was, because what I got was a lovely dinner in his apartment while having a somewhat pleasant conversation and instead of taking me home straight after, we are sucking face in his kitchen.
He gives me another slow and lingering kiss and when he pulls back I quickly look toward the counter in search of the glass of water that he was insistent in giving me earlier. I could do with a good drink of water to clear my head. I can still feel the slight buzz from the alcohol that I had earlier and I could do with clearing it quickly.
I spot it and just as I'm about to pick it up and have a drink, he rises from his seat and takes hold of my hand. Well that stopped me from grabbing the glass of water, perhaps I should take a toilet break instead to clear my head.
"Come Anastasia, there is something that I would like to show you." He smiles as he gracefully slides off the chair. God, why does every movement he does appear so sexy.
I slide off my chair with less grace than him and then follow him. I feel a little like a little lost lamb being led to the slaughter. When I notice that he is leading me to the stairs I pause. Oh crap, he is not taking me to his bedroom is he?
"Where are we going?" I ask failing to hide the nervousness in my voice.
"I want to show you my playroom." Oh thank god! I can cope with a playroom. There is only going to be an extremely large TV with an xbox and playstation attached, perhaps a pool table or even a table set up for a game of chess and not a bed in sight. As I envisage what this playroom is going to be like.
I almost sag in relief and smile up at him. "Okay." At least it is not his bedroom. Perhaps he feels up to a game of pool or chess, or I could kick his ass on either of the game consoles. I know all the tricks of the trade where is come to console games, as I have written software in the past for certain games and they vary little from game to game.
I relax as we make our way up the stairs and he pauses before a set of double doors. "Please know that you can leave at any time. You only have to ask." I nod, but his statement seems rather ominous for just going into a games room.
I brush it off. "Of course, I will let you know when I am ready to leave." He nods and I wonder if he wants me gone now, he only has to say and I'll happily return home. We have had a nice night and I don't want to outstay my welcome.
He takes a key from his pocket and puts into the lock on the door. I briefly find it odd that he has this room locked, but I don't dwell on it for too long as the doors open before me.
He steps aside and gestures with his arm for me to go in. The room is dark and I can see nothing at the moment. I stay just inside the threshold and get hit with the smell of leather and citrus while I wait for him to turn the lights on.
The lights come on and I blink and then blink again. As my eyes look into a very red room, I rapidly shift my eyes everywhere around the round and I can safely say this is not what I was expecting. Ooohhh shit!
There is no TV, xbox, playstation or even a pool table. There is a kinda table that is padded and covered in red leather and I really don't want to think what it could possibly be used for. The thing that dominates the room is the large dark wood four poster bed. It is a beautiful bed and the workmanship in the carvings is amazing and if it was in any other setting I would admire it. As it is though I find myself slowly entering the room in order to take a good look around. It is almost like when there is a bad road accident and everyone really doesn't want to see it, but we all slow down to look anyway.
I am completely at a loss for words and I don't really know what he wants me to say about all this. THIS is what he calls a 'playroom,' I on the other hand would call it something else, but not quite sure what though. I wouldn't say a dungeon exactly, as there is almost a romantic feel about this room that I can't quite explain, but that doesn't mean that I am 100% comfortable in here. I suppose sex room or kinky sex room would be more apt.
I walk over to the cross and look at the leather straps in each corner of the cross and I know that there have been a few girls strapped to this. This is why he has a contract; he does hire women for sex, but not for any ole sex, but for kinky sex. I remember reading something about this before. I am not that stupid to not realise that there are people in this world that enjoy this sort of thing, but for the life of me I can't remember what they call it, other than bondage and discipline.
I make my way over to the wall and look at the devices that he has hanging there and note that there are no whips or canes, but there is a variety of other devices that could be used for flogging or giving out a punishment.
I can feel him come up behind me and he places his hand on my shoulders. I immediately freeze and he quickly snatches his hand away. "Please say something." Okay I think this is the first time I have ever heard this man say please to anything. I turn towards him and see that there is a slight frown on his brow.
"I'm not really sure what you want me to say." I say as I look around the room again. "This is certainly not what I expected when you mentioned your playroom. Perhaps you should be a little more specific and say kinky sex room next time you introduce this room to someone. It does cause some confusion to a person when entering and seeing this." I gesture to around the room.
He seems a little taken back by my statement and runs his hands through his hair. I really don't think he has had this response before, but really what did he expect me to say or do! Jump on the bed or lean against his cross with my arms and legs in position and say 'tie me up big boy and have your way with me.' I'd have to know a person really well and intimately before I could do something like that! I'm not totally against some of this stuff, but being thrust into a room like this immediately before any kind of sex has happened between us, does not sit well with me. It almost like he has taken it for granted that I would be happy to join him in this room.
He looks at me and chuckles a little. "Kinky sex room, eh!" I nod in response. "How would you feel about joining me in this room for some... kinky sex?" He says seductively in my ear. I feel my lower body below clench at the suggestion and I feel a little moisture dampen my panties. If I had more experience where sex was concerned I might, just might take him up on his offer. But there it is. The proposal that I had been dreading since entering this room, at least he is being honest about it.
"At this moment in time, I wouldn't. Thank you very much." I suppose I need to be honest as well and let him know that I have never had sex, so this is would be a little... okay a lot to take in for a first time experience in sex. I should learn to walk before I start to run and this would be like taking a running jump straight into the deep end without knowing how to swim.
"What is it that you don't like the thought of doing? I'm very flexible and willing to go at whatever pace you wish. I understand that all this might be new to you and willing to introduce you slowly to some things." Oh how very sweet of you to say, I think sarcastically. I need an introduction to sex first before I try anything like this, but I refrain from answering. "Come, let's take this conversation downstairs. It's very tempting having you in here." Yes, let's get out of here, before I end up being tied up and fucked.
We make our way back downstairs and over to the breakfast bar where he picks up our drinks, then we proceed to go into the living room and he places our drinks on the coffee table. He takes a seat on the sofa and I follow him and then sit down beside him, but I leave a gap between us.
"Now Anastasia, before we go any further I need to remind you that the NDA that you signed before you started to worked for GEH, also applies to anything that we may do in private." Oh, how to make someone feel cherished. I nod and take a sip of wine.
"I want you to be honest with me and in return I will do the same." Okay! Another nod. "The types of relationships that I have are always within the scope of the lifestyle that you saw in my playroom. I am a Dominant."
"A Dominant?" I ask.
"Yes, my sexual lifestyle revolves around BDSM and I contract submissives that are also in the same lifestyle. You are the first woman that I have ever approached that is not in that lifestyle and I would very much like to introduce you to it." He states as if this was nothing at all, like he is reading the weather.
"You are asking me to be your submissive?" I can't help but be apprehensive about this. I think my eyes must be as large as saucers about now. I feel like a fish out of water.
"Yes, I would very much enjoy your submission to me." You want me to be a doormat; sorry submissive so you can do whatever you please to me... errmm no way! "Let me get you a contract so you know what would be expected of you." Before I get a chance to say anything he is up and out of the room before I can blink.
I look to the front door and debate whether to make a run for it now while I still have the chance. I look around for my clutch and decide it would be best for me to leave. Yes! That seems like a very good idea about now!
Before I get off the sofa Grey is striding back into the room. Jeez, did he already have them printed and ready for me? Was I that predictable?
Now that I am in this position, morbid curiosity over comes me and I find that I want read his contract, that doesn't mean that I will to agree to anything. I take a large drink of wine as he sits beside me. Much closer than what we were previously and hands me a few sheets of paper stapled together. I say nothing and slide a little away from him as I go over the papers.
This is utter ridiculousness if he expects me to agree to something like this. It stipulates how much I must eat, sleep and how often I should exercise and that's before it starts to list all the sexual things to be agreed upon. I am however pleased to notice that there is also of list of things that he won't do and I must admit I have no desire for any of those as well. The fire play, electrical current to the body, people are really into any of that. Boy this just gets worse, urination or defecation... ewww just eww... how could anyone find that appealing in any way, and I think children and animals just shouldn't need to be said. That is just gross!
Then there is the list of things that he will do and I'm more okay with some of it until I get to fisting, anal intercourse and anal fisting. Now that just seems gross to me as well, if he wants to fuck someone up the arse then why don't he just find a man who would enjoy something like that. It seems to me that it is something that a gay man would want, fucking a woman up the arse.
Then there are the toys, and I notice butt plugs and again I think of gay men. The bondage list various forms of materials used to tie a person up with and then it goes on with the parts of the body a submissive will consent to be restrained. It all seems to have a purpose until I read suspension. Bloody hell; suspend someone in the air while you fuck them. That has got to be difficult to achieve. I just mentally shake my head and continue reading.
It goes on about blindfolds, gags and how much pain a submissive is willing to endure and fuck me! It even lists every type of punishment/pain instrument that would be used. Un-fucking believable! I'm speechless, utterly speechless.
Damn me and my morbid curiosity. I certainly could have lived my life without knowing all of this. If he thinks for one minute that I willing to do all this shit, he can think again. Hell to the no!
I feel a little flustered and finish the wine that was in my glass. I turn to Mr Grey and he is silently waiting for my response. What does he expect me to say? Oh please Mr Grey sign me up now, so I can be all yours and you can order me around as you please. Fuck that for a game of soldiers.
I cough to clear my throat. "That is certainly an interesting read and I must say, quite unexpected." I try and brush it off. "I really think I should be going now." I say as I stand up. Yep, time for a hasty retreat.
"Please before you go, would you be open to such an arrangement with me." He looks hopeful. I really hate to be a source of disappointment, but in this instance it is for the best.
"It is a lot to take in. I really don't think I can do all that this contract requires me to do. I have problems with taking orders from others. The main reason why I work for myself, and I generally respond rather negatively if someone should raise their hand to me." There that's put rather politely if I do say so myself.
He runs his hands through his hair and seems to be in deep thought. He mouth purses into a tight line and seems to come to some form of decision. "Okay, how about that we forget about the contract for now, and just have sex in the way in that you are use too and over time you might eventually be a little more open to trying a few new things out." I really can't help it, but I burst out laughing. Oh if he only knew.
"So let me get this straight. You are asking if I will have normal sex with you." I can't help but chuckle when I say this.
"Yes, I have never done vanilla before, but I am open to the experience, as I hope you will be open to other new sexual experiences with me." He gives me an adorable smile and reaches for me hands.
I make no move to avoid his hands and look up into his eyes. I can see he is at least being honest about this, but this is where I think I need to come straight with him.
I look down to our hands and try to get him to release one so I can run my hand through my hair. He tightens his grip on my hands and I look back up at him. Okay here goes nothing. "Erm well about that... I errm what I mean to say is that..." I am stuttering like an idiot and I can't make any form of eye contact with him while I stutter this out. God this is so embarrassing. I feel my hands try and twist in his grip.
"What Anastasia, what is it?" He rubs the back of my hands using his thumbs. I watch as his thumb strokes my knuckles.
"Well..." what was it I was trying to say again... oh yes! "What I was trying to say was... oh boy, this is embarrassing. Was that... I mean to say is..." Why can't I just say it? Oh for fuck-sake just get it over with. "that I can't have sex in the way in which I am use to, because I have never had sex before." I say it really quickly. He freezes. Yep that's right Grey... me no had sex before, so me is a virgin.
"Excuse me."
I look up and his eyes are wide and his mouth has dropped open. I feel like closing his mouth for him. I almost let out a giggle. He throws me a curve ball in the way of really kinky sex and a room dedicated to it, but my little confession seems to have left him stunned. I really would like to have a picture of him at this moment and I would have it posted on a billboard. With the caption, Mr. Grey of GEH, momentarily stunned after asking for kinky sex from a girl who has never had it. I don't think my response to his little confession was as great as this. Talk about double standards.
"I have never had sex before." I say slowly, just in case he misses it this time around.
"You're a virgin." He whispers and I smile and nod. Yep I sure am!
"Yes. Don't worry I will see myself out." I say and quickly grab my clutch and I'm out of the door and thankfully the elevator was there as soon as I hit the button. He is still where I left him and still with a shock expression on his face as I leave. As soon as I arrive on the ground floor I hail a cab and make my way home.
Well that was an interesting evening. I wonder what Grey will say when snaps out of it and he realises that I have gone. I giggle remembering the look on his face. Well I think we both have shocked the hell out of each other tonight.
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