The door closing and the sound of the key locking it into place seemed to echo off the walls. Anas head snapped to the side, panicking to find Christian. He was gone though. She couldn't stop herself as she called out to him, "Christian!" But there was no answer. Okay calm down, he won't leave you in here for forever. She thought to herself, but what if it were overnight? The thought of being handcuffed to the bed all night long, made her panic more.

She decided to try to remain calm for as long as possible. Maybe he just went to shower and would be back in a few minutes. But the minutes ticked by and though she had no way of knowing the time, she knew it was going into at least an hour now.

Her arms were getting tired. Anytime she pulled on her restraints though, the cuffs dug into her flesh and made it hurt more.

"Christian," she called out for what felt like the thousandth time. Her voice was going out, because of all her crying and calling his name.

Ana pulled her legs close to her chest, trying to get her body closer so it wasn't pulling her arms so much.

Somehow, she cried herself to sleep.

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Ana felt her arm gently fall onto silk, and relief and blood flow rush to that part of her body. Opening her eyes she saw Christian as he freed her other hand as well.

"You're lucky I didn't keep you in here all night." He told her, his brooding face giving nothing away. He was still pissed at her, clearly. Ana kept her mouth shut, not wanting him to get upset at her, and cuffing her back to the bed. She stood up and her entire body felt stiff. Looking down at her wrist she saw how red they were, and knew she'd be bruised there.

"Go to bed." He told her. There seemed to be such a wall up around him now. She didn't understand. But she did as he told her. Running to her pile of clothes on the floor, she quickly put them on, as Christian stood silently behind her watching.

Practically running, she headed out the door and toward the stairs, not looking back once. She heard the door shut and Christian locking the playroom back up.

When she finally got to her room she shut her door quickly and went to her bed, falling onto it. Glancing at the clock she saw the time, 3:32. Christian had left her tied up for over five hours. She could feel her blood boil at the thought. How could he do this? All the things they had done together. She thought he had actually cared about her, but now he was just treating her like his slave. Even if thats what she was…

Exhausted, she got under the covers in her bed and fell asleep.

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Christian finished locking the playroom back up and went to his room. After, taking a shower he finally crawled into bed. Running a frustrated hand over his face, he did all he could not to scream in annoyance.

After fucking Ana, he had already decided she needed to be reminded just who was in charge around here. But as soon as he had left her in the playroom, he heard her call out to him, scared.

He felt nauseous as he walked up the stairs, all the while telling himself he was going to leave her in there all night. But instead of going to his room to get some sleep, he ended up his his office. Sitting at his desk, he brought up the security camera for the playroom, and quickly turned the sound on.

Ana laid strung up, helpless. He could hear whimpering, as she tried in vain to get comfortable in the position she was in.

"Christian….please," She called, but it wasn't very loud between her sobs.

Balling his fist, he bit down on his knuckles, frustrated with himself. Any other time a Sub had gotten out of line with him, he would've let her there all night, and not batted an eyelash. But with Ana, he couldn't seemed to get to his monitor fast enough and check up on her.

But he knew he couldn't let her win, not anymore. So he waited with her. Watching the entire time, he sat there a good five hours. Saying nothing. Going nowhere. He just watched as she finally was able to fall asleep.

Five hours and twenty-one minutes later, he decided enough was enough. Standing, he went down to rescue her and allow her to go sleep in her own bed. Upset more at himself for caving. Unlocking the door he walked in. Ana didn't wake as he made his way to the bed.

He could see her hair was sticking to the side of her face, as her once shed tears caught it there. Taking the key to the cuffs out of his pant pocket, he undid the cuffs, causing Ana to finally stir.

When she saw him, she seemed scared. He lied to himself as he tried to convince himself that was what he wanted. Once he had told her to go to bed, and she had all but ran out of the room, he knew this was how their relationship would have to be now. She was keeping too many secretes from him. She couldn't be trusted.

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The next morning Christian was up early, unable to sleep. He showered, dressed and got downstairs for breakfast early.

After eating he decided it was such a nice day out, that he'd enjoy it while doing some work at home.

It wasn't until noon, that he saw Ana walk down the stairs. She had wet hair, telling him she had just showered. Not noticing him out on the patio, she made her way to the kitchen, in search for some food. Christian watched as Ana looked through the refrigerator, finally deciding on making a sandwich. She pulled out meat, cheese and mayo and then grabbed some bread.

The screen door was all that separated them, so he could hear her as she moved about the room. After her masterpiece was finally complete, she walked to the table, but on the way, she passed the door and Christian called to her.

"Come eat out here."

Ana just about dropped her plate, startled from his voice. She looked outside and saw him sitting at the patio table.

Ana was mad. She had already planned on having a nice meal, trying to forget about last night as best she could, at least until Christian got home. But, he was already here.

Sighing she slid the screen door open and walked out to the patio, where Christian sat waiting. He had his computer in front of him, so Ana knew he was working.

Taking her seat across from him, she didn't look at him. Her eyes downcast, she tucked her hair behind her ear, waiting. On her training she was told to always wait to be given permission to eat. Ana had to assume that her and Christian were now back to square one, and to always assume he was in Dom mode. At least until he said otherwise.

"I'm not sure if I should let you eat first or punish you first."

Ana's head snapped up to see him. What had she done now?

Christian knew what was on her mind. He snapped his laptop closed and leaned forward and in a low menacing voice said, "You slept way past your wake up time."

Ana's eyes grew bigger. He had kept her up so late last night and wasn't going to let her make up for the loss sleep?

"Eat." He said, in a final tone.

Quickly reaching for her sandwich she began to eat it. Now she was even more nervous. She didn't think she could go through another night like last night. What would the punishment be this time?

Even as she sat here it was with discomfort. Her rear was definitely having a hard time today. When she had showered the water hitting her, reminded her of the terrible night she had, had. It wasn't until she got out and looked in the mirror that she saw the welts all over her rear. And just as she had suspected, her wrist were red and already starting to bruise. She looked like a victim of an assault.

The thought of it made her nauseous. Knowing full well that Christian would force her to have the rest of her sandwich, she forced it down.

When she had finished she sat there, eyes downcast, waiting.

Christian had, by the sound of his typing on the computer, went back to working. The sound of him stopping signaled to her that his attention was now on her.

"Come here Anastasia." His voice was so authoritative. It sent chills down Ana's spine.

Standing, she walked over to him, eyes still downcast.

Christian leaned back in his chair, looking her over. Ana was in a dark grey sundress. Looking at her wrist he saw how there were marks from the cuffs.

"Turn around." He told her, and when she did so he lifted her dress up to see her rear. Red welts spotted across her. Letting the dress fall back down he said, "Turn back around."

Once again she did as he said.

Abruptly Christian shut his computer and gathered his things, "Lets go inside." Ana followed him in, all the way to the playroom.

Once inside Christian shut the door and made his way to the loveseat in the far side of the room. Ana waited by the door, unsure of what to do.

"Come here." Ana walked to him, stopping when she was in front of him. Christian was now sitting in the chair, unzipping his pants. "Take your dress off." Fighting the temptation to shutter at his tone, she did as he said. "On your knees." Dropping to her knees, she sat directly in front of him. Gently taking her chin in is hands he forced her to look up at him. "Since you seem to be in a bit of recovery elsewhere, we'll just have to do things this way for a little while." And with that, he push her face down onto his bulging erection. Ana already knew how to do this, but this time it was more difficult because Christian was forcing her face to move how he wanted it to. Normally she had freedom to stop for air when she needed to, but this time no. She gagged on him more than once, and he didn't even stop to see if she was okay. Tears were stinging her eyes but she wasn't sure if it was from the lack of air or the way he had treated her the last twenty-four hours.

Roughly grabbing her hair, he began to control her movements this way. Finally, Ana felt him tense and then his hot seed pulse down her throat, causing her to once again gag for air.

He finally pulled out of her and she was able to catch her breath, coughing roughly.

Christian leaned back in the seat, drooping. Ana peeked up at him and his eyes were closed. His pants already zipped back up, you'd never would have known what had just happened. His breathing was a little bit heavier than normal but other than that, he just looked relaxed.

Ana remained kneeling in front of him, until he'd say otherwise. But after a couple of minutes she realized he had fallen asleep there. She was annoyed at herself for wanting to get up and cuddle next to him. She wanted to hate Christian. He had been so terrible to her, but she didn't want to believe this was how it would be from now on. They had, had so many good moments together, surely this wasn't their new normal.

He stirred a bit and opened his eyes, then sat up slowly. He looked down at Ana, who already had put her eyes downcast once again.

Standing Christian looked down at her, "Get dressed." She quickly did as instructed then followed him out of the playroom.

"Go get dressed into something nice. We're going out slave."

Anas heart raced at first but then sunk as she heard him refer to her as a 'slave'. But not letting it completely destroy her, she nodded and said, "Yes master." Before walking up to her room to get dressed for whatever he had planned next.