Ana POV

I could feel my internal consciousness screaming for me to turn back but despite my anxious, tight muscles I continued to follow Christian's lead. How would our relationship ever work without some trust. It starts here and now. If he was gentle and loving about it I knew I could take it and meet him halfway like he wanted. Visions of our last red room jaunt came rolling back in my mind. My body flinched involuntarily squeezing the small sphincter of my anus as I relived Christian forcing a plug inside it. I was not ready. The pain was sharp and severe. Christian sensing my discomfort pulled me in close.

"Are you ok?" He asked confused

"Yeah," I answered Hesitantly "I'll be fine."

He slid the shiny silver key into the lock of the red room door. My chest grew tight with each passing click. He had the power to create a new sexual paradise or completely destroy my trust in him forever. He gave the door a gentle push revealing all the secret sexual fantasies that he had pent up deep in his soul. The countless tortures and pleasures that he had experienced with the 15 previous subs filled my mind with outlandish scenarios of wild nights of whipping and awkward sexual positions.

"You seem on edge," He replied analyzing me from head to toe.

"it's just been a long time is all," I said " Be gentle, this could take some getting use to."

"He nodded in understanding as we entered the red room. It was just the same as it was the last time I was in here, Everything had it's place. Just the way Christian liked it. I followed close behind him. We had done this dance a few times in the past and it was never something that had satisfied any of my desires. If he could change my mind we could make this work.

'Give me a good long orgasm, Christian' I thought 'Make me a believer and I will be yours'

"kneel!" He ordered as he turned around to face me.

Sensing the seriousness in his voice I immediately complied with his request. I lowered my knees to the soft carpet, allowing them to sink into its course hairs.

"Hands above your head," He instructed. His voice firm and formal. It was as though he became a different person as soon as he stepped into this red dungeon of dark desires. I felt my body listening to his requests as though I was a solider taking orders from my superior officer. In this room we were no longer on the same level. I wanted to see the pleasure in this room but my mind couldn't let go of my complete loss of control. In here my body was his, my words were his. Only my prevailing thoughts remained mine. I stayed silent not wanting to ruin his concentration. He was in the zone ready to feed his inner demons. I felt his hands comb through my hair tying it back into a tight braid.

"Place your hands above your head," He instructed. He grabbed them placing a pair of cold gold cuffs on each wrist. "Are they comfortable or should I loosen them. "He asked

"They're ok," I whimpered.

"There is nothing to be afraid of Ana. Surrender yourself to pleasure and your body will thank you." He assured me

"I'm trying," I sighed. Letting out an exhale that emptied my lungs.

"what is your safe word?" He asked

"Purple," I whimpered.

"Good use it when things become to much for you. This is how we communicate," He advised.

"This is not a lifestyle that is easy to open up too. It may take time. I can assure that this is what I want and I want it with you." He assured me.

"Ok," I replied softly. My voice barely audible. My lungs struggled to breathe under the immense pressure of trying to please him. Would my anxiety make this more painful? Would my anticipation of pain make the pain more or less barrable?

"Rise to your feet!" he demanded his voice louder and deeper than before.

I rose to my feet like a dancer with both shoes tied, struggling to get my legs to cooperate. He said nothing of my clumsiness as I handed my free will to him. I knew at that moment that I did not have to think of what to do next only to listen to his commands and obey. I felt him grab my hands roughly leading me to a bar where he attached the handcuffs snuggly. My feet touched the floor but barely. My body felt stretched and suspended, something that was more uncomfortable than painful. Christian walked over to a dark oak cabinet and opened the double doors. Carefully he inspected each whip by running his fingers along polished wood structure. I waited imagining the pain it was going to inflict, the welts and marks that I would have. My skin was soft and sensitive. I had little experience with being hit or flogged. He settled on a long smooth maple whips with a soft leather tip.

With the gentle force of a lion about to devour it's prey he turned me around to face the wall. "Take a deep breath, Ana" He instructed

WHAP!

My left buttock was on fire. I felt a soft, wet tear drip down my face. I was relieved that I was facing the wall so Christian could not see my tears. My libido was gone. How this could help me open up sexual I couldn't understand.

WHAP!

Another hard smack to the right buttock. The heat of the pain was radiating up my torso now. I closed my eyes anticipating more smacks to follow. Should I used my safe word? I didn't want to come off as weak but I was not enjoying any part of this. There was no time frame to follow and in my mind this misery would go on far longer than I felt I could bare.

WHAP! WHAP!

Just when I thought the burning pain could not get any worse. My let out a soft muffled cry. Quickly wishing I could swallow the noise that had escaped from my mouth. Surely, these smacks were making a mark. I felt a strong hard hand grab my burning buttock. Massaging the fresh marks. Christian grabbed my hips drawing them close to his groin. His fingers glided across my pubic lips searching for moisture and life. The fingers penetrated my inner female cortex still searching. I bit my lip trying to stifle my cries as He worked my sensitive areas in ways it wasn't used to. His cock rubbed against my inner thigh, desperate for satisfaction. The fingers slowly parted my lips opening them more. His hard cock outlined my slightly moist pubic lips, waiting. His pre-cum moistened my dry loins. His cock started to push on my opening. He drew my hips back further to prep them for a smooth penetration. Outlining my lips he glided his cock into me. At first he pushed gently trying to get in, then he pushed harder and harder till he was deep inside my vagina. Lack of proper lubricants and stimulation made the penetration seem more like a violation.

He started to thrust into me. The sweaty skin between our legs and thighs giving some added moisture. My body responded quickly moistening my inner quarters. The thrusts becoming more barrable as he drove himself deeper into my center.

"PURPLE," I cried out.

Christian stopped abruptly his cock slowly leaving my orifice. An immediate sense of relief washed over my body as I took my first deep breath since we had started.

"What's wrong?" He asked angry and irritated.

"I want to stop," I huffed "I can't do this anymore."

"We barely started!" He cried throwing his hands down by his sides "get dressed!"

His hands fiddled in his pocket for the key to the cuffs. I felt the tightness of the cold metal release. I rubbed my wrists to bring circulation back into them. A red circle imprint surrounded my wrists where the cuffs once sat. I could tell from his tone and the ora of the room that he was beyond angry with how this had went. He had stated to use the safe word when I felt like I could no longer take it anymore and I did. In fact, I had waited a bit longer for his pleasure. He didn't even acknowledge my effort.

"This is the fucking problem. You don't even try to enjoy yourself. Do you really want to have a shitty sex life? You act like such a prude. I'm your husband for fucks sakes. If there is anyone that should be able to give you a special sexual experience it should be me." He yelled. Pent up anger seemed to be seething out of every pore of his being.

"I am trying." I cried out.

"No your not. I have given you everything your heart could ask for and I ask for only one thing and you can't do it. Do you even love me or did you just marry me for the money." He screamed.

"I do love you. This is not normal and I can't degrade myself like this for your amusement." I yelled back.

SLAP!

Christian's hand met my left cheek, My head whipped to the side. My cheek instantly started to burn with the fury my buttock had only moments before. I looked back at him with fear. A new side to him I had never met before. All the pieces to the puzzle started to come together. He was always in control of everything including his emotions because he had an outlet for all his anger and frustration. I didn't want to be that person, I was more than that. There would be someone else out there that could appreciate that. My face contorted in anger. I grabbed my wedding band and furiously wrestled it off my finger, throwing it in his direction.

"You will never do that to me again." I said my voice a scary calm.

"Ana," he stammered "I didn't mean to..."

I didn't care about anything at that point I grabbed my clothes and started to dressed. He didn't stop me. I was surprised because I was expecting a fight and with physical abuse on the table I wasn't sure if I was going to make out of this place without a black eye or too.

I grabbed my purse and headed to the exit.

"Ana," I heard him call. I didn't turn back. I didn't want to see him.