All characters belong to E.L. James & The Fifty Shades Trilogy
Chpt. 4: Christian's POV
"Andrea get me Taylor!" I say.
"Yes Mr. Grey" Andrea says rushing back to her desk.
I have been back from Taiwan for about a couple of weeks now; the deal with the shipyard is finally settled. The first week or so I was back was great; I was able to handle the stress at work with minimal snapping at my staff. However as the first week came to end I found myself losing control again, snapping at everyone left and right. Only half the time there was a justified reason. Even Ros said she wished I would "get some" which she attributes to my changed before when I came back from Taiwan.
"Yes Mr. Grey?" Taylor asks stepping into my office.
"Close the door" I request. "Have a seat."
"Yes sir" Taylor sits in the chair in front of my desk.
"While I was in Taiwan, I visited a certain type of a club" I say somewhat embarrassed to have to disclose this to Taylor.
"Sir?" Taylor asks.
"While I was at the club I met a beautiful woman named Rose from the states. I want you to find her for me, this is the name and address of the club" I say handing him a piece of paper with the information he needs.
"Do you have a last name?" Taylor asks.
"No" I sigh. "But the club would have record of everyone who entered the club that night.
"What night were you there?" Taylor asks.
"Friday and Saturday nights" I answer.
"I will see what I can find" he says leaving the office.
I can't stop thinking of Rose; she was beautiful and perfect if every way possible. She responded wonderfully to me and I felt like we connected on a much deeper level. Once I saw the effect of having complete control in the bedroom had, I realized this was exactly what I needed in my life. The problem is I can't imagine having it with anyone else, I want Rose as my sub and need Taylor to find her.
"Mr. Grey?" Andrea asks through the intercom a couple days later.
"Yes?" I respond.
"Mr. Taylor is asking to see you" she says.
"Send him in" I answer.
"Mr. Grey I have some information for you" Taylor says shutting the door and sitting in front of my desk.
"Well?" I ask.
"The club will not turn over its guest list from that night and before you ask, yes I offered to buy it. As much as I know you want the list, I think this should reassure you that the press can't just purchase it and learn about your attendance" he smirks. "They did check through their records though from that night and they have no one buy the name of Rose signed in. The owner did state though that the clients are encouraged to use an alias. Perhaps Rose was an alias?"
"SHIT!" I yell throwing my phone across the room. "That means I have no way to find her!"
"Not without a real name sir" Taylor apologizes leaving my office.
Several months go by and I realize I cannot continue like this. I have no interest in dating again and have spent hours learning more and more about the BDSM community and lifestyle. I am convinced that this is exactly what I need; I need to give up on the idea of only having it with Rose. It's obvious that I'm never going to find her again. I have found several exclusive BDSM clubs in the Seattle area and have had background checks completed on all of them. There is one club that stands out, not only is the membership price more than what some people earn in a year but they have ties to the club I met Rose at in Taiwan. Seeing this as a sign, I decide to visit it Friday night.
"Taylor, let's go" I say coming down the stairs of the penthouse.
"Yes sir" he says.
"Take me to the Red Room on 57th Street" I direct.
After completing the initial paperwork, reviewing the club rules and handing over the obscene membership fee I am finally permitted to enter the bar. I order a drink and take in the scene before me; there are people everywhere each wearing a bracelet again indicating their status. There are several small tables and chairs through the room as well as some couches. Scantily clad wait staff bring drinks and appetizers to the guests. There is a woman being spanked with a paddle in clear view of everyone; I assume this is some type of punishment for her. This is one thing I am not comfortable with in the BDSM lifestyle; I will not engage in the open in this lifestyle. I want everything done behind closed doors.
I leave the club that night after a couple of hours; no one catches my attention like Rose did. However a month or so later I return to the club after a deal fell through at GEH and I was in desperate need of regaining control. I needed to do something to get control again and this was the only thing that I could think of.
"Hello, may I sit?" I ask approaching a young woman who was sitting at the bar.
"Yes sir" she says immediately looking at the floor.
She is wearing a very skimpy red dress that would be inappropriate in any other setting. Her plump breasts are overflowing from the dress which barely covers her ass as she is sits on the bar stool. She is wearing a red bracelet indicating that she is an experienced sub looking for a dom.
"Do you need a drink?" I ask.
"No sir" she says never looking up from the floor.
"Would you like to get a room and discuss things further?" I ask.
"Yes sir" she responds standing up from the stool.
She follows me with her head bowed the entire way to the room. We enter the room and I see it is set up similar to the rooms in Taiwan, which immediately brings Rose into my mind.
"Do you have a list of your limits?" I ask.
"Yes sir" she says handing me a piece of paper.
"Here are mine, please take a moment and read them thoroughly" I say.
I read her limits and notice there are very few listed as hard limits; she is even agreeable to some of the items that I am against.
"I am in agreement with your limits. Are you in agreement with mine?" I ask.
"Yes sir" she answers.
"Do you have safewords?" I ask.
"Yes sir" she answers. "Butterflies and Bees."
"I want you to strip to your bra and panties and assume the position by the door" I order as I walk around the room.
"Yes sir" she says immediately complying without looking at me.
I have not planned on this scene however I gather a few items that I would like to try and decide to see how things go.
"Stand" I order as I return to her.
I slowly walk around her taking her body in. She is wearing a red lace see through bra with a matching thong. Her body is beautiful but for some reason I do not feel my body reacting to her yet. I place her hands behind her back but do not secure them yet; since she is supposed to be an experienced sub I believe she will keep them in place. I place a blindfold over her eyes as I don't want her to see what is going to happen. I return to her front and take her nipple into my mouth without any warning. She does not say anything but I can hear her breathing hitch indicating her pleasure. As her nipple hardens in my mouth, I attach a medium size nipple clamp. I turn to the other nipple and repeat the process. A chain connects the two clamps and I guide her over to the cross affixed to the one wall. I assist in her stepping up on the footrests and secure her wrists above her head before attaching her feet with cuffs. I take a riding crop out and begin to lash it against her. I alternate spots all over her body along with the force in which I am hitting with it. After a good thirty minutes of this, I turn the focus to her clit and begin hitting her gently there which I can tell she enjoys because her breathing is fast and her face is flushed.
"Do you need to come?" I ask.
"If you think I need to" she answers breathless.
I walk over to her, reach into her underwear and gently pinch her clit. She must be a well trained sub as she does not move and minimally whimpers at this action. Her underwear are drenched in evidence of her excitement. I return to the table where I left several toys, grabbing a small vibrator I return to the cross before putting it in her underwear against her clit. Her breathing hitches immediately as her body tenses. I watch her begin to squirm at the sensation as I tug on the chain attached to her nipple clamps gently.
"You may come" I order.
"Thank you sir!" she yells as her body contorts in pleasure.
Once she comes down from the orgasm, I take her off the cross and guide her over to the spanking bench. I hand cuff her to the bench and move in front of her.
"Open" I command of which she immediately complies.
I take my erection out of my underwear and while it is only minimally hard I move closer and put it in her mouth. She immediately accepts it and begins sucking me trying to make me harder. I move in and out of her mouth trying to find some pleasure in it and while I am getting harder I am not able to find a release.
"Enough" I order pulling out of her mouth.
I pick up a paddle and begin spanking her ass, making her count as we go. I don't hit her very hard as this is not a punishment for her but a demonstration of control on my end. Her juices are flowing down her thighs as I put the paddle back on the table. I reach into her underwear finding her clit hard, applying a small amount of pressure causes her to gasp loudly in anticipation. Doubting I can find my own release, I decide to end this session quickly by allowing her to come again. I pull her off the bench and stand her in the middle of the room. I affix the handcuffs above her head and raise them so she is on her tip toes. I pull her underwear down and push her legs apart roughly. Without warning I slam a medium size dildo inside of her deeply and she moans in excitement. I pull it out of her and slam it back in several times as she struggles to maintain her balance.
"Come" I order and she immediately complies.
As her orgasm is complete, I remove the dildo placing it back on the table and I release her arms from above her head.
"You may get dressed" I say.
"Sir?" she asks clearly surprised that I did not request that she satisfy me.
"I said you may get dressed" I repeat and finally she complies.
I straighten up my clothing and finish the drink I brought in with me.
"Is there anything you need?" I ask gently.
"No sir" she says sadly.
"It isn't you" I say leaving the room.
Ana's POV:
I've been back in New York for a couple months since my trip to Taiwan and I can't stop thinking of Taylor. His introduction into BDSM was exactly what I needed and it helped me realize that giving someone complete control in the bedroom resulted in me feeling less stressed out. Coming back from Taiwan I felt more confident and more in control at work then I had in years. However as the months pass by I feel myself losing that control and I am desperate to feel that way again.
"Hi Kate!" I say answering my phone.
"Steele! How are you?" my best friend asks.
"Good, really well actually" I answer.
"Oh?" she asks.
"I'm moving back to Seattle" I announce.
"WHAT? WHEN?" she yells into the phone.
"Calm down Kate! Probably not for a few months yet, I need to sell my condo here, find a place to live in Seattle and relocate a few key staff members" I explain.
"What brought this sudden move on?" she asks.
"I bought Seattle Independent Publishing and since it is so well established in Seattle it makes sense for me to move" I answer.
"I'm so excited! I can't wait to see you! Oh and you have to meet my new boyfriend, Elliot! You will love him!" she exclaims.
"Sure Kate! Listen, I have to go. I will call you soon" I say hanging up.
Kate and her boyfriends, I think sighing. Kate and I have been friends since college and she has never had a boyfriend for more than a month or so. I'm sure by the time I move to Seattle this boyfriend will be history and she will have moved onto someone else. I have no interest in dating since returning from Taiwan and feel more strongly than ever that the BDSM lifestyle is exactly what I need in my life. More so, I feel Taylor is what I need in my life. However, I know there is no way I can find him; Taylor is probably not even his real name since we were all encouraged to use an alias when we entered the club.
Over the last several months I have been visiting a BDSM club just outside of New York. I was nervous at first, fearing that I would run into someone I did business with so I found a very exclusive very expensive club. I couldn't bring myself to engage in any acts at the club so I always chose the yellow bracelet indicating I was just there to watch. A couple times I was able to watch a few sessions, not for a sexual release but so I could learn more about the lifestyle and the interaction between a sub and a dom. I quickly learned what type of Dom I didn't want as there were several who believed in humiliation as a form of punishment. They would often initiate punishment in the main room in front of the members which I could never find myself agreeing to. Other Dom's would lead their subs around with a leash making the subs crawl on the floor on all fours. That is something else I would never agree to; I may give the Dom complete control in the bedroom but I don't want to be treated as an animal.
As I became a frequent visitor at this club, Dom's would occasionally approach me and try to get me to participate in a scene with them but I always turned them away. I was content learning more about the lifestyle for now. Although I found watching the scenes a turn on, I was not ready to take that step with someone. I felt that in order to take that next step I needed to find someone I could trust; the only person I would completely trust right now is Taylor. I know I need to give up on the idea that I'm going to find him again but in the meantime I am content with what I'm doing. Learning more about BDSM is providing me a small amount of control again at work; it's not nearly close to what is was after my scenes with Taylor but at least it's something.
"Stacy!" I call to my assistant.
"Yes Ms. Steele?" she asks.
"Book me a flight to Seattle next month with hotel accommodations for at least two to three weeks" I request. "I want to start setting up at SIP and finding an apartment to rent; be sure to have a realtor line of a few listings for my time there."
"Yes ma'am, any date specifically?" she answers.
"Let me get back to you. See what you can arrange on my schedule" I say dismissing her as my cell phone rings.
"Hi Kate" I answer the phone.
"Hey Steele!" she exclaims happily. "What are you doing on the 23rd of next month?"
"I'm not sure…what day of the week is it?" I say waiting for my calendar to load.
"Saturday, I've been invited to a charity ball and got an extra ticket for you" she says.
"I was just talking with Stacy about flying to Seattle next month so I should be able to make it work" I explain.
"Really? That's great! This is just the type of place you need to come to begin networking in Seattle; anyone who is anyone in this city will be there" she says.
"I should be there for at least two to three weeks; I'm hoping to get set up at SIP and find an apartment to rent" I reply.
"So then that's it you would be living here?" she asks shocked.
"Well I would have to fly back and pack my place up here unless I hire someone to do it. But yes, ultimately I would then be living in Seattle again" I answer.
"Yeah! I'm so excited!" She exclaims before hanging up the phone.
As the weeks pass and the trip to Seattle gets closer, I find myself beyond stressed. I need to give up the control and visiting the BDSM just to watch isn't working any longer. On my last night in the city, I decide to try a scene with a dom at the club just to see if it would help. I update my limits which now reflect sexual intercourse as a hard limit. I'm not ready to be that intimate with a dom but I'm hoping giving up just enough control will help. As I arrive at the club, I surprise the owner by taking a pink bracelet and make my way to the bar. I order a vodka tonic and observe the crowd tonight.
"May I sit?" a young man asks approaching me.
"Yes sir" I answer quickly.
"I would like to speak freely for a moment" he says pulling my face up so I am no longer looking at the floor.
"Yes sir" I respond looking at him.
"I've seen you here before but you typically have yellow on your wrist, tonight you are wearing pink" he points out.
"Yes sir" I answer.
"Are you interested in participating in a scene?" he asks.
"Yes sir" I answer.
"Please join me" He states rather than asks as he takes my hand and leads me away from the bar.
"Do you have your limits with you?" He asks as we enter a room that is barely lit.
"Yes sir" I hand him my list.
"I see" he says hesitantly. "I see sexual intercourse is a hard limit, is this correct?"
"Yes sir" I answer.
"Very well, here is my limit list" he sighs providing me his list.
We quickly agree that are limits are compatible and he orders me to strip out of all my clothes. I immediately miss Taylor's gentle approach which allowed me to become more comfortable with what was going on but I remind myself this about giving up control and trusting the Dom enough to know what I need. My eyes are quickly blindfolded and I force myself to relax. I hear him moving around the room, opening and closing the drawers but I'm not sure what he is doing. I sense him near me just before I feel his mouth latch onto my nipple harshly. He sucks my nipple for several minutes until he is satisfied that it is hard enough and he affixes a small nipple clamp to it. I breath through the pain, glad it is not as large as the one that Taylor used as a punishment for me. His mouth is quickly upon my other nipple sucking it hard and affixing another clamp to it.
"Your tits look perfect clamped" he says as I feel him staring at me.
A tight chain is attached to the clamps which pull them closer together adding a slight feeling of pain. He seems to attach another chain to that one which he leads me around the room with. For a moment I feel like he is parading me around but we seem to stop quickly as he finds his destination.
"Bend over" he says gently pushing my head down.
I feel myself being bent over the arm of a leather seat or couch as I feel his fingers pressing against my clit. He rubs my clit repeatedly and slowly inserts a finger inside of me. Although I'm not drenched yet, my body is slowly responding and my excitement is becoming more evident. Suddenly and without warning I feel him insert something inside of me. I can't tell what it is but it feels rather large and as he pulls me up I feel it to start to vibrate.
"Don't drop it or you will be punished, understood?" He asks leading me around the room by the chain again.
"Yes sir" I respond clenching my thighs to keep the foreign object from falling out as I'm walking.
We walk around the room for several minutes before he attaches me to the spanking bench as I have now learned it is called. My hands are attached to the bottom and he pushes gently on my back which increases the pressure on the clamps attached to my nipples.
Without warning I feel small beads hitting my ass and I realize he is hitting me with cat tails. It doesn't hurt but causes the blood to rise to the surface increasing the feeling. He covers my ass and my sex repeatedly with the beads until I am on the edge of an orgasm. Sensing my need he quickly pulls me and stands me in the middle of the room so he can use the cat tails on my front. He hits my breasts repeatedly which are already overly sensitive because of the clamps before hitting my clit harshly.
"Come" he orders yanking the clamps off my nipples and turning up the vibration on whatever is inside of me.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cry out as the orgasm hits hard.
His lips are on my nipples again, this time more gently as the blood slowly returns to them. He pushes my legs apart gently before reaching inside of me to pull out the vibrating thing that was inside of me.
"On your knees" he orders and I immediately comply.
"Open your mouth" he directs and as soon as I comply he shoves his erection deep in my throat.
Thankfully he is not as big as Taylor was so I can easily fit in my mouth without gagging. He takes my face in both his hands and holds it still as he begins to fuck my mouth. He starts off slowly allowing me to get accustomed to his actions but he quickly picks up speed and pushes himself deep into my mouth each time. I am having problems focusing and breathing with all his movements but I stay focused reminding myself this is what giving up complete control is about. With no warning he empties himself into my mouth and I struggle to swallow.
He pulls the blind fold off of me and pulls me up as he tucks himself back into his pants. He hands me my clothes along with a bottle of water before leaving the room. I find myself feeling very used even though I achieved an orgasm. The coldness of him and his approach was the complete opposite of Taylor. While I felt more relaxed leaving the scene, I found it left me wishing I could find Taylor more and more.