AN: So close to the end now!

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Things had finally died down and Ana had finally been able to relax and get back to normal. The story of Annie-Rose was now yesterday's news and no one really cared about her relationship with Christian, or the fact she'd been missing for nearly eighteen years.

"What would you like to do today?" Christian asked as Ana sat on the couch, thumbing through one of the many magazines they had been mentioned in. They'd not long had breakfast and Christian had taken extra long getting showered this morning, leaving her to her own devices.

"Stay home." Ana replied closing the tabloid rag and half throwing it onto the coffee table. "I honestly don't want to go anywhere, or do anything, just be here with you." Ana smiled and Christian grinned, he was happy to stay home too if that's what she wanted. "I have a question for you actually…"Ana said turning her whole body so she could face Christian. "You have given me a tour of the apartment, but when I went exploring while you were in New York I found a locked room… you can tell me to mind my own business…"

"But what's in the room?" Christian asked quirking his eyebrow, he had wondered when this would come up and had hoped to put it off as long as possible but he'd made himself a vow that he'd never lie to her and wouldn't hold anything back from her if she asked, she'd had enough of that in her life. Ana nodded, she wanted to know what was in the room. "Well, I have explained to you, that before you I had agreements, we'll call them contracts, with women who wanted to be my submissive for a short period of time. I have also told you they didn't come into my bedroom, they stayed in the guest room. That room… is where we played."

"Played?" Ana asked an eyebrow quirking, she'd never heard BDSM referred to as playing before.

"Performed our scenes, whatever you want to call it. But that's my playroom."

"Can I see it?" Ana asked her eyes wide, she had imagined a lot of things behind that locked door but a sex room wasn't one of them.

Christian examined her, she didn't look excited but she didn't look nervous either, just intrigued. He was worried about showing her the room, he didn't want to scare her away or have her think badly of him.

"You know I don't need that in my life right? I have you, that was before…"

"Christian." Ana interrupted putting her hand playfully over his mouth. "I don't care what you did before." She said as her hand slipped away. "I just want to see the room."

"Let me get the key." He replied with a sigh, he prayed this wouldn't go badly but he had feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him when she saw the room, she would run a mile.

He had not been a cruel Dom. Elena had been sadistic in her ways, she liked giving pain and the more you reacted the better for her. Christian had not wanted it to cross the line where pleasure no longer existed. If his submissive wasn't enjoying the scene as much as he was, he knew he'd crossed that line and that was a conversation he'd had with every sub he'd had. Elena had taught him what kind of Dom he didn't want to be. But he knew Ana didn't know that within BDSM pleasure went both ways. That made him anxious about opening this part of his life to her.

He collected the key from his office and went back to Ana who was now standing by the couch, bouncing from one foot to the other, as she did when she didn't know what emotion was ruling her mind. He signalled the stairs with his head and Ana quickly followed behind him.

Christian tried to think of a way out of this, or how he was going to deal with it if she freaked out. But he was coming up empty. This was such a bad idea, knowing what Ana had been through he could only imagine how she would react when she saw the room. He'd been thinking about getting it cleared but he didn't know how he was going to do that with Ana at the house, so that was why he'd just left it with the door locked.

"Please, when you see the room, don't run." He said quietly as she slipped the key into the golden handle.

"Just open the door Grey." She growled playfully but Christian couldn't see the funny side, he turned the key until it clicked and opened the handle, letting the door open.

Ana pushed past him into the room, her intrigue winning more than any of the nervousness she felt. Her eyes widened like saucers, her mouth popped open. She had entered a room that was red all around, her feet moved along the dark polished floors towards the huge, mahogany four-poster bed with dark red silk sheets and her hand automatically lifted to the intricate swirl of one of the bed posts as she scanned the rest of the furniture. Some of it she recognised, a St Andrews cross, a spanking bench, all of which were mahogany with dark red padding. Other stuff she did not know, but they fit with the theme and Ana's mind could conjure what they would be used for.

Christian stood in the doorway, a knot in his stomach as he watched Ana's bright blue eyes scan every inch of the room. He wished he could tell what was going on in her mind, but her face was stoic.

The walls were lined with whips, canes and belts and it made Ana's stomach swirl, they were hard limits at the club but when she saw the various paddles she gave a small nod, they were ok, she could tolerate them. The memory of Christian spanking her at the club penetrated her mind. She had become aroused when he'd spanked her, he was the only one who had ever made her feel something other than discomfort when she'd been across his knee. She wondered if he could evoke the same response out of her with a paddle.

There was a mahogany chest of drawers with the same intricate swirls and floral design that was on the bed, she walked over to it and began opening the drawers, again some of the implements she recognised, others she didn't have a clue. She'd been subjected to clamps, pegs, butt plugs, anal beads, vibrators and the like but some of the stuff in these drawers she'd never seen before, though by what shared the drawer space she was able to deduce exactly what the item was used for.

"I have a question." Ana said closing the bottom drawer and spinning to Christian, he looked momentarily surprised before regaining his composure and nodding at her to continue. "I don't get it. Why would anyone do this if they weren't being paid? I mean, what's in it for them?"

"Pleasure Ana." Christian said walking further into the room so he could be closer to her. "Dominance and submission is about mutual pleasure."

"That makes no sense to me." Ana whispered as he got too close to her, this room made her uncomfortable enough.

"You were aroused when I spanked you at the club." Christian said and Ana looked at floor, how did he know that? "Did it arouse you when other men spanked you?"

"No." She replied her eyes snapping up to meet his. "You're the only one who has ever made me feel like that."

"Then that's likely why it doesn't make sense. Ana Dominance and submission is not about pain, it's about pleasure, giving and receiving pleasure by being in control or being controlled. I find it arousing when a woman trusts me enough to give me complete control of her senses. Not every woman I've been with wants to experience pain in their submission, others are what we call masochists and they want to experience a lot of pain in order to feel pleasure." Christian was hoping this was making sense to Ana because she looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"It didn't hurt when you spanked me." Ana said blushing. "But I did like it."

"Dominance and submission is a lifestyle, with rules, customs and agreements suited to each individual couple. What you did in the club, was allow Dominants to get their pleasure, never receiving any in return that's not what it's about though."

"Rules?" Ana cocked an eyebrow.

"Didn't you ever have a Dom who wanted you to behave in certain ways?" Christian asked and Ana nodded, she had a couple of regulars who were very specific about what they wanted. "And what happened if you didn't do it?"

"They'd hurt me."

"Punishment." Christian replied and Ana nodded, some could be vicious.

"Did you punish your submissives."

"Yes but always within pre-agreed limits." Christian replied. "But that was because that was the kind of relationship we had."

"So you don't want to punish me?" Ana asked fearfully.

"Only when you roll your eyes at me." Christian put on a teasing voice and he was relieved when Ana laughed. "No, because we don't have a Ds relationship." He reassured gently brushing the back of his hand across her cheek.

"But… do you want to do this to me?" She signalled the room with her hand.

"Not unless it's something you want to do." Christian replied.

"That's not a no." She replied and getting frustrated with her he grabbed her by the hand ot lead her out of the room but she tugged back, standing her ground. "That's not a no!"

"I want to do to you whatever you want Ana, I want to make you happy, I want to give you pleasure. No I don't want to do this to you, unless you stand there and tell me you want me to." He snapped getting frustrated with her and all these questions, here was not the place to talk about this.

"So if I said I wanted you to show me…"

"What?" Christian's mouth fell open.

"I want you to show me, how this can be pleasurable." Ana explained enunciating every word.

"No." Christian replied.

"You said if I wanted to." Ana retorted. "So without any pain, show me how this is pleasurable." She stomped her little foot and if it wasn't for Christian's frustration he would have found it adorable.

"Tell me why?" He replied getting really annoyed with her now.

"Because all I know is pain." Ana replied. "Other than with you, I've only ever known pain. You make me feel safe, but I am imagining you in here with women and all I see is pain. Show me I'm wrong to think that. Show me I'm right trusting you with every piece of my mind, body and soul. Show me."

Christian sighed, why was she able to get him to do whatever she wanted? If any of his submissives had spoken to him like this they'd have been sorry for it, he would have punished them, but this was Ana. His little Ana who had been hurt so much who was asking him to prove to her that he was not about pain, that he wouldn't hurt her, that his way of practising Dominance over his submissive partners was about pleasure.

"Ok but not in here." He replied. "Go to the bedroom, strip down to your panties and kneel by the bed and wait for me."

Ana, keeping her head up and her arms still crossed at her chest, walked out of the room. Once she knew she was free of the room, she smirked, she wasn't sure if she was going to get him to concede to her demand but he had. Now she hoped she wouldn't regret it.

Christian looked around his playroom and thought carefully. This had to be completely about Ana's pleasure, not his own and no pain. He was screwed with this girl, he knew it, she was able to get him to do whatever she wanted despite the fact he knew it was a bad idea. She was a girl who other than with him, had only known sex as a weapon, yet here she was asking him to Dominate her. But that was the thing, he closed his eyes and shook his head as the realisation dawned on him. She'd only known violence except with him. She trusted him. She trusted him.

He grabbed the implements he wanted to use and headed down to the bedroom, stopping in the entry hall for one other item. As he got to the bedroom he smiled softly as he saw her, kneeling beside the bed, shivering a little. She trusted him.

"I'm going to start by braiding your hair." He said kneeling beside her. Ana knew from experience, not to talk, so she said nothing. "Remind me what your safeword is."

"Fox movie." She mumbled.

"I'd rather you use red if you want to stop, yellow if you're uncomfortable." Christian replied, he didn't want her using the club's safeword, he wanted that place to be completely out of her mind when she was with him.

"Yes Sir." She replied just as Christian tied the elastic from the playroom around the braid he'd done.

"Stand." He commanded and Ana rose quickly to her feet, keeping her head bowed. "I'm going to blindfold you." He said before pulling a purple silk blindfold from his back pocket. "If you want to stop, just say red." He told her and she nodded just as her sight was removed.

Christian stripped out of his t-shirt and then guided Ana to the bed, he lay her down gently. Ana shivered with every touch, her heart was racing inside of her body, now she knew she had to be insane, to put this much power in the hands of a man. But she wanted to know… no, she needed to know.

"I'm going to tie your wrists together." Christian said pulling out a piece of soft rope from his back pocket. Ana just put her wrists together ready for him in response. He tied it quickly before pushing her hands above her head. "Try to keep them there." He told her.

Christian removed a peacock feather from his back pocket next and began to stroke Ana, he started at her feet and she bit her lip as she started to giggle, then he worked his way up her legs, ensuring to change the way he held the feather, sometimes, barely touching her at all and other time ensuring as much of the feather as possible stroked over her body.

It was hard not to get distracted by her scars. As the goosepimples rose on her skin, the scars became increasingly more obvious. There were so many of them, especially over her chest. Ana squirmed but her hands stayed above her head, without even realising it, her mindset had slipped into that she took on in the club where she obeyed without objection because it was what came naturally to her after all these years.

Once her was satisfied with the effect of the feather. He switched to the rose he'd grabbed from the flower display in the entryway. When it first touched Ana's abdomen she shivered and gasped but soon she was moaning lightly as he continued to stroke every part of her body, making sure not to miss a single crook or cranny. Ana's bottom lip was firmly beneath her teeth, she'd never felt anything like it, the apprehension, the uncertainty was there, of course it was, but she was also excited, intrigued and aroused, it was a very overwhelming cocktail.

"Are you ok?" Christian asked still stroking her softly. He was pretty sure she was fine but he felt the need to check-in.

"Yes Sir." Ana replied.

"I'm going to use a very light flogger on you now, it won't hurt but it may be a little bit of a shock at first." Christian told her, now removing the flogger from his back pocket where he'd shoved it to bring it from the playroom. Ana nodded just before he rained the first blow onto her thigh. She gasped loudly; he was right it was a shock but it didn't hurt. It felt like heavy rain.

He again littered her entire body with whips of the flogger, it wasn't a heavy implement, but it was perfect for helping to bring the blood to the surface of the body and make everything he'd deliver after, feel that much more intense. He even dropped a few right on her pubic bone and she moaned and squirmed, fighting the urge to bring her hands down.

Once he'd flogged every inch of her skin he removed her panties, ensuring to continue contact with her at every point. Ana was struggling now, not because this was difficult or that she was afraid, it was the ache between her legs, she was almost wanting to beg him to take her already.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes…" She groaned. Christian chuckled, he knew if he didn't give her an orgasm soon she'd get desperate, slowly he peeled himself out of his pants, causing the tension to rise again. Ana gasped when he grabbed hold of her hips and flipped her over, her knees tucked underneath her naturally. He spanked her and she groaned loudly, holy fuck it felt good, he spanked her again.

"Yessssss!" She hissed and Christian chuckled again, he'd got her to the point where she would have done anything if it would get her a release, he knew that, but he didn't want to take advantage like that, she trusted him. After just one more, heavy smack he plunged into her, Ana screamed but it was a pleasurable scream, her hands clutched together, unable to move them in any way, her cheek was against the comforter and she wasn't able to do anything to respond to Christian, she couldn't pump her hips to increase the friction either.

She came hard, fast and very loud. She withered and writhed beneath Christian and just as she started coming down Christian spanked her once more his own release washing over him. He slipped out of her and quickly removed her wrists from the bind. He grabbed the blanket that hung on the edge of the chair at the foot of the bed before climbing into bed, pulling her into him and wrapping them both in the blanket.

"Are you ok?" He asked rubbing some warmth back into her as she shivered in his arms, she'd reached a high, this was the comedown.

"Yes." Ana whispered as she clutched tight to him. "That was insane… why am I shivering?"

"It's coming down, you're ok, you're safe I've got you." He reassured her, most submissives enjoyed this as much as the high itself but Ana wasn't a submissive, not like that, but she'd reached such a high she was having to suffer the come down.

"I know." She replied and Christian's heart melted, how had he found such a strong, incredible woman to share his life with? After everything she had been through in life, she'd practically forced him to give her this submissive experience and she had responded so well and seemed to have enjoyed it and when he was reassuring her… she knew.

"You are amazing Ana, thank you for trusting me." He said to her before kissing her head gently.

"I trust you Christian. I always have and I don't know why. My mind has always known you're safe, my body relaxes when it's around you. All you've done is shown me love and kindness. Christian…" Ana sat up and turned to him with a soft smile on her face. "Thank you for trusting me."

"What?" He looked completely shocked.

"Come one Christian, you had to trust me to be honest with you to be able to do that to me. Trust me that I knew what I could handle. Thank you."

He pulled her into him and kissed her deeply. She was the most incredible person he'd ever met and he knew he'd never meet anyone like her.

"I love you Ana." He told her and she smiled and dropped her forehead to his.

"I know." She whispered. "I love you too."