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"Your Touch Means Everything"
Monday 16th May 2011
Christian's POV

"Sir, I have your father on the phone," Andrea states as she interrupts me during a meeting with Ros. I know what this is about. It was Elena's arraignment this morning and he must have heard something.

"Ros, do you mind if we take a break for half an hour? I need to speak to my dad." Ros leaves the office with a huff. She's already had to wait the weekend over a silly matter, which I thought she would be able to handle herself. The men at the shipyard aren't happy with their working conditions, and specifically the state of the cranes. She should have just sent an inspector down to determine what needs to be replaced, not hound me at going home time on a Friday evening.

I go outside and see dad sitting cross legged on the reception desk with the phone cord sticking out from his left butt cheek. It must be really painful as these phones are bulky, so I invite him into my office.

He jumps down and follows me in.

"Just thought I'd drop by, as I was passing on my way back from the court house. They're charging Elena with both statutory rape of a minor and assault on an officer.

"Good, she deserves all that she gets. So they gonna throw the book at her?" I ask, as I love watching all the jurors throw their current reading material at the prisoners, hoping to hit them on the head. I wonder who thought that idea up? Having a modern version of 'running the gauntlet' as an addition to the custodial sentencing. It's an instant gratification thing conjured up by some bright spark to satisfy the men and women who have had to sit through days, if not weeks, of evidence. They get their own back to some degree for wasting their time.

"Not sure about that, son. The judge was so sickened when he heard the charges, that he refused bail and she's being held in solitary confinement until her trial. I don't think she will have to wait too long as the boy is not withholding anything and is singing like a canary. Apparently he's got a really good voice and I was told he was in the school choir."

"Good! So, doubt I'll need to divulge anything."

"No. I'd keep quiet if I were you, as I've heard you, you're tone deaf. If there is a need, then come forward at a later time, but for now, I think she's hung herself. She doesn't even have counsel yet."

Dad leaves, but not before we confirm tomorrow evening. I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with my dad looking at the playroom toys. It will only be a select few items, which are still brand new. I don't want him touching anything that I've used.

After I finish the meeting with Ros, I notice the time. It's nearly lunchtime and I'd like to spend the hour with Ana. I know I'll be seeing her later in the week, but I want to take her to lunch. "Ana?"

"Sorry, it's Hannah. Ana's not at her desk at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"Yeah, tell her Christian called," I smile when I hear a sharp intake of breath, as she knows who I am.

"Yes, Mr Grey. She… she shouldn't be long."

I make my way out to reception and see that Olivia isn't around. She must have taken an early lunch. I ask Andrea to order two dozen red roses and have them delivered to Ana's home tomorrow evening. I give her the address and I scribble something down."This is the message to go with it."

"Your touch means everything." She looks up and I think I surprise her with the smile that's spread across my face.

I'm back in my office when my phone rings and I see my lover's number come up on display. "So, Miss Steele. Where were you earlier?"

"Oh Christian," she huffs. "I was in with Roach going over what I'm gonna do now that Jack's left. They have a new editor coming in later in the week, whom I'll be assisting." I knew that Roach was going to ask Felicity Lucas to return. She was Hyde's predecessor and retired early a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, Roach told me last week he was going to try and get her back. From what I hear she's good at her job and Roach didn't want to lose her when she retired. I think she's only in her mid fifties."

"A woman? Good, I don't want a man boss again."

"I thought you would be happy with it being a woman. The reason I was ringing is I want to take you to lunch."

"Oh! Erm? I've already arranged lunch with Ti… Hannah."

"Go! Go! Don't mind me, Ana," I hear her in the background.

"Are you sure? I don't want to abandon you."

"I can just as easily go grab a bite from the deli. Go, have your date."

"Ana?" I ask.

"When do you want me and where?" I hear a snicker from the background. "Shoosh! Hannah, don't! Stop it!" Ana's embarrassed.

"If I had my way, now and across my desk. But, how about I meet you outside at one o'clock and we can go to Shug's."

"Ice cream!" I hear her squeal. I knew she would like that. It's not far from her apartment, so we might be able to get a quick one in before we head back to the office.

We make our way into Shug's and I tell Ana to take a seat at the back of the shop. She walks to the back, picks up a chair and brings it back. "What are you doing?"

"You told me to take a seat, so I have."

"No, I meant to sit down on one of the seats at the back."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because there's only one seat. Where will you sit?"

"That's because you have the other one in your hand. Go take it back and sit down on it. I'll take the other one."

"Okay. Can you get me a S'more Sundae?"

"Do you want extra marshmallows and chocolate?" She nods enthusiastically.

Our order is brought to us and Ana delves in. She makes light work of the over sickly concoction and as she reaches the bottom of her glass, she drinks the last of the chocolate sauce straight from the vessel. I notice the chocolate all over her face and I've the urge. I look around to make sure no one is watching and I go in for the kill. Ana groans as I suck and lick off the sauce, before planting a sloppy wet kiss on her lips. "I've missed you."

And I love you. Oh, how I love you, especially with chocolate sauce.

I'm so aroused. I just want to pull her legs apart and fuck her here, right now. But grandma sitting at the next table will start complaining about the grunting.

"I've only been gone a day." She's heady with passion after my assault. Her blue eyes are twinkling and I'm struck by how dilated her pupils are.

"I know, I wish you didn't have to go home on Sundays."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She snaps out of her carnal induced haze and looks at me. I wonder if she thinks I want her to move in… Mmm? Maybe not such a bad idea. At least she wouldn't have to put up with Kate's habits when she comes back next month.

"Just that I wish the weekend was longer." As in seven days a week.

"I could stay until Monday morning if you want, whilst Kate is away?"

"God, I want to fuck you right now, Miss Steele!" I groan. The lust is oozing out of every pore of my body. I look down and she clenches her thighs together and I know she's squirming. "Your apartment is a minute from here."

Please say yes.

We barely make it into her apartment, when I push her down onto the couch. My hands are under her skirt and ripping at her underwear before she protests. "Christian!"

"I'll buy you more!" I say as I bury my head between her legs. "I should have eaten my sundae off of you, baby!" I groan. I continue to lap at her, whilst I try and undo my zipper. At least I don't have the issue of catching my fucking pubes anymore.

I slam into her and sigh as I feel myself come up against her wet flesh. She was right, it does feel so much more sensitive. "This will be quick, baby."

"Yes! Fuck me hard and fast, master." With her words, I start my onslaught and I have to keep moving forward slightly as my thrusts are pushing the couch away from me. I look down and Ana has pulled the front of her top and her bra cups down and she's massaging her tits. When I see this I find myself hitting that point. I bend forward and grab the back of the couch and thrust hard three more times, before squirting my load into her. She cries out as she pulls on her nipples and her grip squeezes the final load of jizz out of me.

As we calm, I look around and notice that we're now in the kitchen area and have come to a halt next to the breakfast bar. We've moved at least twenty feet. I look at Ana and we both start laughing. "Maybe we should invest in some non-slip caster cups."

"Christian. They're already on there!"

Ana's POV

I feel deliciously fucked. Christian has just dropped me back at work and I'm sure Titty knows what we've been up to. "What‽"

"You've been naughty, haven't you, Ana?"

"No!" I feign innocence. I can do innocence, easy.

"Don't lie to me, I can smell sex on you."

What the fuck‽

"No!" I want a hole to open up in front of me so that I can jump in. "Is it that bad? I cleaned up afterwards." I bury my head into my shirt and have a sniff. I can't smell anything, but I don't think I would notice. I grab my perfume and go mad with the spray. Including up my skirt.

Titty starts to laugh. "What's so funny?" I'm not impressed. She shouldn't laugh at my expense. I'm in a dilemma. I smell of sex and I have to sit here all afternoon flooding the place with my carnal stench. Roach will get suspicious. Fuck! He may even get horny with the pheromones I'm emitting.

"I was joking. You're fine."

"You bitch!" I sulk as I've just wasted a third of a bottle of Chanel, which I got from dad for Christmas.

"So, you had some hanky-panky?" she raises her brow. I can't deny it as I just admitted it with my panic attack.

"You shouldn't ask if I've had a sexual dalliance during my lunch hour with our bosses, bosses boss."

"Hour? More like an hour and a half. You got back late."

"Huh?" I look at the clock and it's half past two. "Did Roach notice?"

"I said you were being ill in the restroom. You'll have to make out you were if he asks."

"So, what was wrong with me?"

"I didn't elaborate. Just say lady's problems, he won't ask then. He will go bright red and wander back into his hidey-hole."

"But I don't get lady's problems."

"How comes? Have you had that depo injection? I've been told they can decrease your sex drive. You wanna be careful."

"No… I don't have them, as I don't have any bits down there. I had a hysterectomy a few years back."

"Oh, sorry." She looks sad. Why does everyone look frigging upset?

"Don't be, I'm not. Best thing ever, as I don't have to deal with all that shit once a month anymore."

Roach comes out and looks at me, I feign a stomach ache as I rub my belly and he goes back into his room.

"So did you get to eat anything, other than a big fat sausage?"

"Hannah!"

"What‽ Just wondering as I bought a wrap from the deli for you. I knew you wouldn't get to eat much."

"I had an ice-cream sundae at Shug's, but must admit I'm starving again."

"Get your chops around this then," she says as she hands me a BLT wrap.

Tuesday 17th May 2011
Christian's POV

I'm a bag of nerves. Dad is on his way around and I'm in the playroom with a box, grabbing at what I think would suit. But how the fuck can I determine what would suit my mum and dad in the bedroom? I knew this was a mistake, but dad would have hounded me until I gave in. He used to do that when I was a kid. After seeing the film 'Ghost' with Patrick Swayze, he started to do that 'Henry the eighth' thing on me when I wouldn't eat. Drove me fucking nuts. I think mom had a word with him in the end, as she was about to bash him over the head with her rolling pin.

"Dad," I say as he comes out of the elevator.

"Son," he replies. I think he's nervous. He looks around, wondering if anyone else is here.

"Don't worry, we're alone. Gail and Taylor have gone to their apartment, so no interruptions. Fancy a drink?"

"Yeah, bourbon if you wouldn't mind."

"Are you driving?"

"Ah, damn!"

"You could always stay over in the guest room?"

"I can't, son. I have court in the morning and don't have a suit with me."

"You know you can borrow one of mine. We're the same size."

"Okay, I'll call your mother later. But son, please don't get me drunk, or the judge will adjourn and I'll be in deep trouble." I know it's serious if an attorney turns up to court drunk, so make sure he doesn't get remotely tipsy.

"So where is this room?"

"It's upstairs, the door to the right of the guest room."

"I wondered why it was always locked. So you're still determined that I can't have a look?"

I ponder on this, then dad starts humming fucking Henry the eighth. "You're serious?"

"Yep, I'm also very curious."

I know that it's been cleaned within an inch of its life yesterday, as Mrs Jones gives it a thorough once over on Mondays. I reluctantly agree and after pouring out two drinks, I take him upstairs.

We are standing by the door. This feels really weird. I've never invited a man into this room before, let alone my dad. "Are you ready?" he nods. "Don't faint."

I unlock the door and go inside. Dad follows me in and I have yet to turn the light on. "Smells like oranges in here."

"That's the furniture polish Mrs Jones uses."

"Oh, she comes in here to clean?"

"Well, that is what she's paid for." I don't tell him that my subs usually do the intimate items and any spillages. That's just going too far with the details.

I turn the light on and the up-lighters around the molding gradually light up and illuminate the space. I hear dad's reaction and I think he's swallowed all the oxygen out of the room. I peer at him from the corner of my eye and see a man struck dumb. He moves over to the rack, which holds the floggers and touches one of them. "It's called a flogger." He moves along to the canes, still silent and deep in thought. "Say something, please."

"So you do this to women? Or do they do this to you? You said Elena did this to you, but I can't see you allowing that now."

"I do this to women. With women, women who want me to."

He moves around the room. "So you do this with Ana?"

"Yeah, she loves it."

"She loves the punishments‽" Dad spins around and stares me straight in the eye. I feel like a disobedient boy again.

"Don't look at me like that, dad. It's not harsh. I'm not as bad as most. It's more about pleasure than anything."

"It's just hard to take in. I understand it can't be too brutal, or you wouldn't get any volunteers."

"I knew it would be a shock. Let's go." I move to leave the room, but dad stops me.

"Sorry son, it is a shock, but I'm so intrigued by all this." He looks up at the grid on the ceiling, so I yank the pull bar and bring it down. I grab a couple of the restraints and clip them onto the frame.

"This is to restrain her. There is also a small trap door in the floor which I can open. Inside is a hook for ankle restraints."

"Awesome!" He grabs the cuffs and yanks on them. "How much weight does this thing hold?"

"You can suspend a person from this. Have their feet off of the floor."

He grabs tight on the cuffs and his feet lift off of the floor. Before I know it, he's swung his legs up and caught them in the grid. He's let go and is now hanging upside-down.

I leave him to his monkey impression and move over to the chest, where the box I was filling up still sits. I empty it out on top of the bench, and on hearing the clank of the toys, my father dismantles with a half backflip somersault and comes over to see all the goodies. "Oh, I've seen these before." He says as he picks up a candy pink rampant rabbit. "I think I saw it in Mia's room last year. So this is a sex toy?"

"Mia‽" My sister has a fucking vibrator?

"Yeah. I thought it was some weird beauty product, as she had it with her hair brushes. So what's it for?"

"It replaces the penis. It vibrates." I explain as I do an upward thrust to demonstrate.

"What about these pointy things on the front?" He asks as he pokes the bunny ears and wiggles them about.

"The rabbit ears? They also vibrate and stimulate the…" This doesn't feel right, I can't say.

"What?… Oh! Okay, the frontage? Your mother likes that being rubbed," he explains as he puts the ears up his nostrils and presses the on switch. "OH!"

"Fuck! Dad!" My hands fly up to my face and I bury my glowing shame into my palms.

"We shouldn't be embarrassed over what is only natural."

"None of this is natural. This isn't a natural thing. Vibrators don't grow on trees."

"Nope, but the reaction is natural, or we all would be screaming the house down in pain." I think back at Ana's reaction, she was screaming the house down, but it wasn't in pain.

He looks through all the bits. "That's a nipple clamp." I take it from him and grab his pinky finger and push the end onto it, then I pull it off.

"Ouch!"

He grabs the butt plug and I feel my face redden. "Butt plug?" he asks to my surprise.

"Yeah." God, at least I don't have to explain that one, but this makes me wonder how he knows.

Oh, no!

"I always thought these looked like the finials for curtain tie-backs. Even has the gem at the end…. Ah! The good old blindfold. I have tried this with your mother, using Pan Am's night masks. They do come in handy."

I thought he hadn't done any of this?

He picks up the Ben Wah balls and holds them up to his eyes. "Patience, young Grasshopper."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, dad."

"All in good humor."

He then moves over to the glass cabinet where I hold the spreader bars and takes out the one which I'm gonna use on Ana tomorrow. "What's this?" he asks as he shakes the pole around. This makes the cuffs clank and dad does it all the more, as he pretends he's playing some percussion instrument.

"It's a spreader bar. These are for the ankles and it adjusts." I take it from him and press the center button which releases the lock and pull the two ends apart. It expands from three feet to five and I see his eyes light up.

"I want one of those. Can I have it?"

"No. I need this." Dad grins at me in that knowing way.

Yeah, I'll be using it on Ana. Okay?

"So… Who designed this for you? Elliot?" he asks as he looks about the room.

"Are you kidding me? Can you see Elliot keeping silent on all this? He'd be teasing me for the next ten years… No, twenty years. I had a firm who specializes in this sort of thing come in. Cost a fortune, but once it's done, it's done."

"What sort of cost are we looking at. With everything?"

"Probably in excess of a quarter of a mil... Dad, don't run before you can walk. Mom's not even agreed to this." I screw my eyes up as I just remembered this is my mom was talking about.

"Food for thought though. I'm sure I can take inspiration from it… So you gonna gift your pa anything?"

"Suppose. The items on the bench are brand new, take what you want from there."

"Have you got a spare cuff bar thingy?"

I shake my head and go back over to the glass cabinet. I do have one, but it's not as robust as the one he looked at earlier. "This won't last long. It's a cheap one I've never used. I bought it online, but when it came it wasn't what I expected. Since then I've had them bespoke made. It will tide you over until you get your own."

Dad takes it from me and I notice he's got arm fulls of stuff, I'm sure he's taken everything. "Remember, you didn't get any of this from me."

My phone pings and I look to see who it is. I have a text from Ana.

*** Thank you for the roses. They're beautiful, and so was your message. Ana xoxo

I close my eyes as my head tilts back. I let a deep sigh escape my body, as I feel my heart swell. If I'm like this now, what am I gonna be like in weeks to come? "Christian?" I open my eyes and look at my dad, who is staring back at me. What with our phone call on Saturday morning and my reaction to the text just now, I'm sure he knows how I feel.

"Yeah. I love her, Dad."