A/N: Thank you to all who favored this story and given me such support and love. I did get a few comments from guests who complained that Ana already met Carrick, Grace, and Elliot and that the brunch scene need not fit into the story. I respectfully disagree. This was the formal meeting at the home and for Ana to experience the Grey Family within the family home. But hey, if you don't like it, please don't read it again...lol.

Again, thank you to Smile Rose, GobearsFanFiction, Kelley Nielson, Paula, Amy, and Lulu. You all rock and I love you so much! Now…back to our Playroom…

Chapter 13

John Flynn's POV

I have been working with Christian Grey for a few years and I have to say it has been difficult treating this man. However, the last few weeks I have seen drastic changes in this very mercurial man. I was shocked when he sat on my sofa during one of our weekly sessions and he told me that he was interested in a woman more than her being his Submissive. I know all about his BDSM practices, his very toxic relationship with the woman who introduced him to this lifestyle, and of course, I know about his childhood before and after his adoption. However, when he sat before me one day and informed me that he loved this woman I nearly fainted. This Anastasia Steele managed to do in a few weeks that I have tried to do for years, get Christian to open up his heart. As he is describing this woman to me, all I want is to meet the woman who may actually cause me to lose a patient.

Now the woman that I have heard so much about in sessions with Christian sits before me. She is lovely to gaze upon with her chocolate colored waves, a perfect figure, and wow…those blue eyes that just seem to captivate my soul. I can see why Christian fell so easily for her. When she smiles, it seems like she is smiling just for me. I have to remember that I am a married man and that her boyfriend, (for lack of a better word) could beat the hell out of me not to mention what my wife would do to me.

"It is wonderful to meet you, Miss Steele." I say trying to break the ice. "Christian referred you to me, so what can I do for you?"

"I have sexual issues to deal with." She said softly.

"Such as?" I note that she is extremely nervous and that she is wringing her hands.

"I am scared of sex. I don't think that I can…well you know?"

"Actually, no I do not know. Can you expand on your answer?"

She sighed heavily. "I'm afraid to have sex with Christian."

"Have you had sex before?"

"No." A virgin? Really?

"Why do you think you have this fear of sex?"

She gave a short laugh. "Isn't that why I would seek your help? To learn why?"

This is one smart cookie of a woman. She may be having issues in the sex department but she is no shrinking violet. Christian warned me that she had a smart mouth.

"When you think of sex what is the first thing that crosses your mind?" I ask her. I do love word association. It can tell so much about a person's true thoughts.

"Cheating." She said sternly. "Pain, violence, leaving."

"And, why would you choose those particular words?"

Ana looks down at her twisted hands. When she looks back up at me, I see tears in her eyes. "My mother cheated on my father with her boss. She abandoned us to be with him. She left us…she left me…I was only six years old and she walked out of the house not caring that I was crying for her and begging her to come back."

"She hurt you a great deal. She chose another man over you and your father."

"I saw her. She was in bed with him and I came home from school and found them in my father's bed fucking."

"How did that make you feel?" I am writing notes furiously.

"I was six years old and I didn't understand completely, but I knew what she was doing was wrong. The man was pissed off, he screamed at me to fucking leave, and that he would beat my ass if I didn't. Mom said nothing…she let him…"

Their bodies tangled together in the sheets. Mommy is on top of a man that is not my Daddy. I know something is wrong. They are naked and making funny noises and saying words, I'm not allowed to say. The man is squeezing my Mommy where her bathing suit covers her top…boobies…I don't think he should be doing that. Why are they are kissing? Only Daddy kisses Mommy! I am in the doorway watching, as Mommy keeps moving up and down on this stick between the man's legs. I don't understand…so I start screaming! Maybe he's hurting her! Mommy doesn't look at me, but that man…he does. He is mad. He yells at me to get the fuck out!

"You little shit…get out…or I will fucking beat your ass black and blue!"

I can't move. My tears are falling down my face. Mommy's eyes are closed and she doesn't stop jumping up and down on that stick. I finally find my feet and I run towards the front door. I want my Daddy. My Daddy loves me. He would never yell at me with bad words! I hear Mommy yelling. She is yelling so loud! Oh, God…Mommy!

I can tell that Ana is in a great deal of emotional pain. Her eyes are screwed shut and she is fisting her hands so tight that they are turning white. "What happens next?"

"I was so scared. Mom was yelling and I thought she was dying. I ran to the door and ran right into my Dad. He sent me to my room and I went without question. I heard the hardness in his voice. I remember him being so calm though. He never raised his voice to me, but there was something in his tone. He knew. He knew that she was cheating on him. I never saw what happened, but I heard it. Dad walked in on them and he beat the crap out of the man. I could hear the screams and those punches. I heard furniture breaking and my Mom's laughter. She was laughing. She was caught with another man's cock in her and she is laughing." I hand Ana a tissue to blot her tears. Her lips were quivering. "I disobeyed my Dad and came out of the room to see Mom walking out of our house with her suitcase and that man. She left me that day. She never looked back, she never said goodbye…she just left."

"And, what happened next?" I ask.

"Dad cleaned up the mess left behind, fixed our supper, then sat me down on his lap and told me that Mom was moving away. He told me that he would never let me live with her and that I would be safe with him always. What he said was true. I stayed with Dad and went everywhere with him. He was my whole world, my mom and my dad. He taught me how to defend myself and never let anyone use me. He taught me self-respect and self-reliance."

"So, your mother having illicit sex has made you afraid of the actual act of sex?"

"In a sense, yes, she ruined our lives by fucking that man in my Father's bed. She tore our family apart." Ana crossed her legs. "Nothing good comes from sex. It destroys and ruins people's relationships."

"Are you afraid that if you have sexual relations with Christian that it will ruin your relationship with him?" She nodded. "You had boyfriends in high school and college. Did you feel the same way with them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you feel that sex with them would ruin the relationship?"

"Yes."

"Ana, sex is not dirty or unhealthy. It is a part of the human experience. Of course, it is the preferred way to procreate the species, but sex is also a part of a loving and healthy relationship." Those big blue eyes stare at me as if I am spouting the Communist Manifesto to Ronald Reagan in hopes to change his conservative views. "Do you love Christian?"

"I care about him a great deal." She answered shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you love him? Do you want him? Do you feel anything sexual towards him?"

"I've dreamed about being with him, but…" Her voice falls quiet and I see pain in her eyes.

"What Ana?"

"He hurts me. He ties me up and hits me repeatedly until I am begging him to release me, but he never does. He keeps hitting me then he…" I motioned her to go on. "He rapes me."

"You see sex as being raped?" She nods. Good lord, this woman is fucked up. "Ana, have you ever felt anything for any man besides your father. Any kind of feeling?"

"Oh please don't tell me that I am panting after my Dad…that is sick."

"I'm not saying that at all. Have you had any feelings sexual or otherwise for any other man besides Christian?"

"When I first Jason Taylor I was crushing on him. He is so strong and being an ex-Marine, I was attracted to him. I even kissed him, but I quickly ran off before anything else could happen. We tried to go on a couple of dates, but his job got in the way. Personally, I think Christian did that on purpose." She laughed lightly.

"Are you not upset with Christian for manipulating that situation?"

She shook her head. "Not really. Taylor is in love with someone else so it worked out for the best." She took a deep breath. "My attraction to Taylor was his strength and his honor. I felt safe with him. I know in my heart that he will never hurt me, even now. He will always protect me."

"Protection is important to you, isn't it? Why?"

"I never want to feel the way I did that day when that man threatened me as he fucked my mother. I was so frightened. He tore our family apart and he didn't care." She looked down at the floor. "To me sex and violence go hand in hand."

"And, what about Christian?"

"The same with him. He's already admitted that he likes rough and violent sex with his Subs."

"But, you are not a Sub."

"No, I'm not, but I'm not so sure that he knows that." She licked her lips and I offer her a bottle of water from my mini-refrigerator. As she drinks to soothe her dry throat, I keep making notes.

"I understand that you have slept with Christian in his bed and in yours. Do you feel safe with him there?"

"Yes."

"That is a start. I suggest that you keep sharing a bed with him and just let things progress naturally. Don't force sex. I believe it will happen when you are ready." I notice that our time is almost over. "I don't think you have a father fixation, but I do believe that you were so traumatized by your mother's actions that you have security issues, henceforth, your need to learn self-protection methods such as Krav Maga and your love of guns. Of course, there is nothing wrong with knowing these things, but if you keep yourself closed off from people, what happiness will you have in your life? Sometimes, Ana, we have to face our fears not beat them away. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"I think I do." She gave me a small smile. "So, I'm not nutso coo-coo?"

I had to laugh. "Far from it." I answer her. "You do have trust issues that we can work on together if you wish. I can also teach you certain methods that have proven to work on such issues. First, I want you to keep a journal of all your feelings about the past, your mother, your job and even Christian and Taylor. This is your private journal and I will never ask to see it or read it. Sometimes, if one writes down what one is feeling then the issues become clearer and manageable. Can you do that for yourself? You are already doing a form of the Second Method by sleeping beside Christian at night. It's more extreme then falling back into someone's arms, but it does the same thing, this exercise builds trust."

"Anything else?"

"Do whatever you feel comfortable with in regards with intimacy with Christian. Hold hands; sit together, whatever you both feel comfortable with." I make another notation. "Have you seen him naked or has he seen you naked?" She shakes her head. "Do you want to see him naked?" She blushes so adorably and I can see why Christian is smitten with this young woman. She is both fire and ice, sweet but sassy and she is easy on the eyes. "Whatever you decide to do is not wrong, Ana unless you are forced into it."

Ana stands as the timer goes off announcing that our time is over. She shakes my hand and bends over to retrieve her purse. "Thank you, Dr. Flynn for your help. I will make another appointment for next week."

"Good." I walk her to the door. "Remember, it's not wrong to feel for Christian. If he can open up to you, then I believe with my whole heart that you can do the same for him."

Christian's POV

It has been nearly month since Ana started her sessions with John and I do see a difference in her. She seems more intimate with me. I can kiss her and hold her without her flinching or moving away. We are still sleeping together but we haven't had sex yet. It's getting harder and harder to keep under control when I so much want to throw her down on the bed and ravish that hot sexy body of hers. Everything about her turns me on, from her voice to the way she moves. I even find her rolling her eyes rather sexy. If anyone else did that, I would consider that rude.

I smell her before I see her. She is walking down the hallway from the conference rooms reading a file. She is frowning. I reach out and touch her gently getting her attention. She smiles up at me. "Lunch?"

"Of course, time?"

"One o'clock at the Mile High?" I can't help myself but to touch her face tenderly. I know we agreed to keep things professional at work, but I need to touch her. I want to stroke her soft skin and kiss every inch of her. "You know it's a slow day being it's Friday, we could take off now for the weekend."

"As much as I like that idea, I do have work to do." She looks around to make sure that no one is watching and she reaches up and kisses my lips ever so softly. "But, I will hurry through it and then I can leave at one if you still wish."

"A compromise? I like that Miss Steele." I drawl as my hands go to her waist and pull her close. "Can you be anymore sexier? Damn, Ana, I'm about to burst." She smiles in that way that just makes my cock even harder. Yeah, she knows exactly what she is doing to me. She knows that she has ultimate power over me for now. I still want to dominate over her but not with pain but with my body. I want to be inside her. I want to hear her come apart on my body with sexual release. I want this woman to love me!

"Calm down, Mr. Grey." She looked once again making sure of our privacy. "If I remember correctly I did touch you last night and I thought gave you pleasure."

She is correct. Last night she gave me a handjob. I have to admit it was the best damn handjob that any woman had given me. Her hands were as soft as silk as she gripped onto my shaft. I came so hard that it almost hurt. She let me touch her also while I kissed her, but when I tried to touch her sweet little pussy she froze. I knew our time had ended so I pulled her close and we fell asleep in my bed wrapped together.

"Ana." I whispered. "Let me kiss you just once." She nods and our mouths melt into one. Of course, being the man that I am, I take as much as I can. My arms are around her waist holding her tight. She is responding with such fervor that my head is spinning. I have to stay in control. She has made such progress and I will not ruin this for her, for me, or for us. She is the one good thing in my life, and I can't afford to mess this up.

"Christian." She moans against my lips. "Please, not here. We have to stay professional."

"Baby, I am being professional otherwise, you would be flat on your back on the conference room table yelling my name." She laughs and blushes. I kiss her once more than let her go. "Get back to work, Miss Steele. We have a date at one." As she leaves, I fight and win over the urge to smack her sweet little ass.

By the time the crisp air of autumn settles around Seattle, Ana is feeling confident in her relationship with Christian. He has been patient with her as she worked through her issues and he never pressured her. The sessions with Dr. Flynn were successful and she knew she was ready to be with Christian in every sense of the word. When she told Flynn this he only smiled, wished her well and told her to have fun.

Christian arrived home later than he thought he would from his trip to Portland. He went straight to the kitchen, found a chilled bottle of wine, and poured a glass. He looked at the wall clock to see that it was nearly two in the morning. He untied his tie and let it fall onto the island then unbuttoned the first three buttons. He was tired and frustrated. The deal in Portland went well it just took damn long. Some businessmen need to wine and dine and other's like Rulfson wanted strippers and whisky. Christian felt dirty since he spent the last few hours in a strip club fighting off dime a dozen strippers who offered their charms freely to him. His first thought of the evening was that he should have sent Elliot to broker this deal. Strippers were his cup of tea. Christian wanted to call Ana, but he knew she would be sound asleep in her bed. This was the first night in recent memory that Christian would sleep alone. His bed was not a welcome sight. He took his glass of wine into the Great Room, wandered around the piano, and stood before the early morning of Seattle. It was dark and lonely in the great ivory tower without his Ana. He was alone and he hated it. He drained the glass and stood brooding.

"Christian." A soft voice said from the darkness of the hallway that led to his bedroom. He turned quickly thinking he was hearing things. "Come to bed, Christian…our bed grows cold without you."

"Ana?" He breathed as she stepped out of the shadows.

"I had to sleep in our bed. It smells of you." She reached out to him beckoning him to come to her. Her eyes pleaded with him, enticed him to come closer that she was not an illusion. "Christian, I've missed you so much."

He ran to her fearing that she would disappear. He held her close kissing her softly then with abandonment. He needed this woman. He took all of her in, her scent of warmth and wild flowers, her body's lush curves, and the sound of her breathing against his chest. She was real and not a figment of his imagination. "You are here."

"Yes, Christian, I am here. I couldn't stay in my apartment. I had to be here. I needed to be here when you came home." Her hands threaded through his copper curls. "I love you."