We pull up outside Escala and I watch as Christian climbs out and walks around the car. He opens my door and proffers his hand for mine. I accept it and climb out. He closes the door and locks the car and leads me inside.
He enters a code into the elevator and the doors open within a few seconds. We walk in and his hand never leaves mine. We ride up to his floor and he seems more anxious than usual. I'm then reminded of the last time we rode in one, for our meeting over the contract, and smirk at the memory.
"What is it?", he asks.
"Nothing", I lie.
"I thought we were striving for communication, Anastasia."
"I could say the same thing about you", I say as I bite my lip. Christian reaches out and gently strokes my chin.
"Smart mouth", he says with a smile that doesn't match his eyes. He suddenly looks lost as if this moment is new to him and he doesn't know what to do. Before I can ponder it more, he then leans down and kisses me tenderly, taking me in his embrace. I kiss him back as he pins me against the wall and deepens the kiss. I moan against his mouth as his tongue intertwines with mine. I hear a deep groan in the back of his throat and he positions my head so I can't move. He slides his fingers in my hair and tugs gently.
He pulls away and we're both panting hard.
"One of these days, I am going to fuck you in this elevator and I don't care who walks in", he growls.
"Why don't you?"
"Because I'm anxious about getting you naked in my Play Room." I gasp at his comment.
"What're you going to me?", I whisper. He smirks in response.
"Guess we'll have to find out", he answers and kisses me one last time just before the doors open. He takes my hand and leads me out.
The foyer is empty as we walk out and remains as cold as when I first stepped in during my first visit. Christian releases my hand to answer a call and I watch as he heads towards his office. I slip out of my jacket and notice Gail in the kitchen doing some cleaning. I go to set my jacket on the couch and go to greet her.
"Welcome back, Miss Steele", she says warmly.
"Hi Gail. Can you please call me Ana?"
"I'm sorry. Mr. Grey is used to being called, Mr. Grey, so sometimes I get off-track."
"It's okay. Are you doing okay?" She takes a deep breath before answering.
"I'm fine. It's just been a long day."
"Is something wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Mr. Grey just had a serious situation to deal with and we're all a little shaken up by it."
"What happened?"
"I'm not at liberty to say. I'm afraid Mr. Grey would have to tell you when he's ready."
"Have you worked for him long?"
"Just a few years but it feels so much longer than that. I'm assuming you know how that feels during your time with him."
"Yeah, I do. It can be rewarding though", I say as I blush thinking about what we've done so far. Gail seems to notice my expression and smiles in my wake.
"I agree", she responds and I think she knows exactly what I'm talking about. I blush again just as Christian walks into the room.
"Gail", he affirms.
"Mr. Grey. I hope you don't mind but I'm going to be visiting my mother for a few days to clear my head for now."
"That's fine. Take as much time as you need."
"Thank you, Mr. Grey. Is there anything else you need for tonight?"
"I'm good", he says before directing his attention to me. "Anastasia?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Very well."
She finishes her work and leaves before waving goodbye to me and saying her final farewells to Christian. Once she's out of earshot, I turn to Christian as he starts preparing some champagne for us.
"How did she start working for you?"
"She was laid off from another job and needed the money for her mother."
"Was she, um, was of your Submissives?" As I say this, he looks at me strangely.
"No, Anastasia. I'm not sexually active with any of my employees."
"Why did you change your mind for me?"
"I haven't changed my mind per se but given our time together, I did make an exception for you."
"Hmm."
"You don't believe me?"
"No, Sir", I smirk.
"Such a smart mouth, Miss Steele", he replies as he hands me my glass.
"Have you taken your shot?", he asks suddenly.
"Yes."
"Good. What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"
"8:00am."
"I can drive you if you wish."
"I would prefer taking my car, if that's okay."
"Fine", he smiles with a look that doesn't match his eyes. Before I can say anything, he walks over to me and takes my head in his hands. He gently caresses my face with the tips of his fingers and I close my eyes as I lean into his touch. He then kisses me tenderly and I accept his embrace. After a few moments, he pulls away and I'm left wanting more.
"Meet me in the Play Room in fifteen minutes. I have to go make a call", he remarks and before I can answer, he heads for his office and I'm left on my own.
Fifteen minutes pass by and I'm lying naked on the bed in the Red Room as Christian ties my ankles and wrists with the flaxen rope from before. He slips the ropes through the golden hoops so I'm spread and open for him to do as he wants. Once he's finished, I watch as he walks over to a set of drawers and pulls out a dark gray blindfold before coming back to me. He tells me to lift my head and once I do, he slips on the blindfold and makes sure it's secure.
"What are your safe words?", he enquires.
"Red and yellow", I answer.
"Remember those."
"My intention is not that you should safe-word because you're in pain. What I intend to do will be intense. Very intense and you have to guide me. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"This is about touch, Anastasia. You will not be able to see me and I want you to embrace what I have in-mind."
I listen as Christian walks to the side of the bed and faintly moves his hand down my cheek, past my breasts as he gently gropes them and down towards my navel and belly. I gasp at his touch and pull at the restraints. I then hear him pick something up and I'm soon greeted by something soft touching my skin. It feels like fur. I then feel him guide the object slowly down my body and I moan at the touch. Once the fur brushes against my pubic hair, my skin tingles as I struggle to arch my back, knowing that I'm firmly in place.
Soon, Christian sets the object down and I listen as pulls something out until the sound of a faint humming starts to emerge from somewhere in the room. A heavenly choir begins and a woman's soothing voice matches perfectly with the echo from behind.
Christian turns the music up slightly as he picks up something from the floor. He guides it down my body in the same manner but it feels more like leather and I wonder idly if it's a flogger. Before I can confirm it, it suddenly disappears and hits me hard. I call out from the sting and pull again at the restraints. Christian repeats the process and hits me a little harder. I moan at the strike as he continues a few more times. The music intensifies with every strike and I lick my lips as my body shudders from the bite. Christian then drops the flogger on the floor and I feel him climb on the bed as his weight presses down. He kisses me briefly as he guides his tongue down the dip in my neck before reaching my breasts. He latches onto one of my nipples and I bite my lip as I try to stay quiet. He teases my other nipple with his forefinger and thumb and they harden at the assault. He then reverses his actions to them both as he guides his tongue past my torso, over my navel and directly to my pubic hair. He tugs gently and I moan quietly.
His tongue finally reaches its target and he skillfully laps up my clitoris and I struggle to express the pleasure. He inserts a finger inside me and I arch my back as he continues his assault. He then slips in another finger and I can sense my orgasm approaching fast.
"Oh, please", I beg.
"Quiet", he demands.
"Did you take your pill?", he asks as he slowly slips his fingers in and out of me.
"Yes, Sir", I reply, breathless.
"Good girl", he replies and removes his fingers. I gasp at the sudden movement and listen as I hear the familiar sound of a foil packet and the unzipping of his jeans. He lifts my hips slightly and I feel him positioning himself at my core. Finally, he slides into me completely and I call out. He soon starts to move, really move, as he rocks his hips back and forth.
"You're mine", he hisses through his teeth.
"Yes. Yours", I breathe.
I soon feel my climax reaching and I arch my back as my orgasm rips through me. Christian moves rapidly and within a few minutes, he stills and calls out an incoherent version of my name. He collapses on top of me and my heartrate accelerates as I try to steady my breathing. He then gently slides out of me and I wince as he does. He removes my blindfold and I blink a few times before my eyes adjust to the light.
"Hi", he murmurs.
"Hi, yourself", I breathe.
"You did well. I'm going to untie you and then I want you to lie on your stomach. I want to rub your shoulders and then you may rest." Oh? He unknots the ropes and I sleepily do as I'm told. He shuts off the music and then gently grasps my shoulders and starts to massage me. I groan loudly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." He leans down and kisses my head.
"What was that music?", I ask after a while.
"It's called Spem In Alium, or the Forty Part Motet, by Thomas Tallis."
"It was lovely."
"I always wanted to fuck to it."
"Another first, Mr. Grey?"
"Indeed, Miss Steele."
"Hmm."
"What is it?"
"Nothing. It seems you're having a lot of firsts with me."
"Does that surprise you?"
"A little."
"Miss Steele, you're a hopeless liar."
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Grey." He responds by slapping my backside.
"Come, you need your rest", he says as he stands and starts to pick me up.
"Can I stay with you?"
"Not tonight."
"Why?"
"I don't sleep in your room."
"I've slept in yours."
"That's different, Anastasia", he says as he opens the door and starts walking in the direction of my room.
"Why won't you let me in? I just wanna talk."
"Later."
"Why?"
"Hush", he demands a little harshly and I rest my head gently on his chest.
"We should be talking", I whisper as we walk into my room.
"I know, but not now."
"When?"
"Anastasia, enough", he almost shouts and I watch as he takes a deep breath before gently lying me down. He kisses the top of my head and covers me with the sheets.
"Sleep" he orders and kisses me one last time.
"Please stay", I beg quietly.
"I can't."
"Please? Just once?"
"If I do, you won't be getting any sleep and you're too tired to continue."
"I don't care about that. I just want you with me."
"Ana…"
"Please", I say as I sit up and reach for his arm. He tenses at my touch and I quickly remove my hand. Finally, he lets out a deep sigh and I gaze at him anxiously.
"Scoot over", he demands and I immediately do as I'm told. He then covers us both with the blankets and wraps his arm across my body and leg intertwined with my own.
"Sleep", he whispers and I hold his hand as I do as I'm told. Soon, his breathing softens and he falls asleep in my grasp.
