A/N: Hi all! Thanks for all the reviews! This chapter should make yall happy, as it did me! Christian's determined to teach Ana about the lifestyle. Enjoy!

Ana's POV

I decided after work to go and meet Christian. I should at least hear him out. I hailed a cab, and told the driver where to drop me at.

I had been reading The Many Shades of BDSM, and I was in awe of the amount of information that was within these pages. Not only that, but the author's writing made me feel safe and secure. I paused my reading to send Christian a text:

Meet me at the coffee shop near my house. Let's discuss the letter.

Ana

As we pulled up, I thanked the driver, paid him, and slowly walked inside. My heart sped up when I saw Christian in a booth to the back. On the table sat his coffee and another cup, probably for me. I slowly walked over, and slid in opposite him.

"Hi," I said, smiling as he pushed the cup towards me.

"Hi, Ana," he said. "Did you like the gifts I sent?"

"Very much," I stated matter-of-factedly.

"Do you want to discuss the books?" he asked, clearing his throat.

I loved when he was conducting business. It was rather sexy. Ana, get it together, I scolded myself.

"Christian, I loved everything that you sent," I started. "However, I don't think that this lifestyle is for me."

"Ana, how could you know for sure?" he asked with a sigh.

"I am strong on my own, I don't need a dominant man being the strong one in our relationship," I explained. "Sexually, I just don't think I could relinquish control that easily."

"Ana, it's okay. You'll just have to be trained," he said with a laugh as he sipped his coffee. "This dynamic between you and I would mutually agreed on, and you could opt out whenever."

"Trained? Christian, I'm not a puppy! What are you talking about?"

"Not unless you're into pet play," his laugh echoing around us. "I know you are a very capable and smart woman, Ana. However, this is all I know. You are the person I want."

"You want me as your submissive!" I retorted. "To cook and clean and to come at your command?"

"Someone's overreacting after having only read a few chapters," Christian laughed. "Didn't you read my letter, baby?"

"Of course I did," I said, smiling at his chosen term of endearment.

"Being my submissive is not just about me. I want you to understand yourself better as a woman, and in doing so, become stronger. Sexually, we become stronger together by you relinquishing your power and control, trusting that I know what's best for you, and letting me take care of you."

I stewed over his words. As relaxing as not having control sounded, not in all situations did it apply, right? I needed more information.

"So, when would I have control?" I asked him, gulping down the rest of my tea.

"You are the submissive, you always have control. You can control the situation, even what I do and don't do," he explained.

My curiosity was piqued, and I don't know if it was the fact that he called me baby, that he ordered my favorite drink, or that he looked so fine in his casual business attire, but I had to know more. I needed him to show me, because sitting here talking about submitting to him wasn't helping me understand anything. I slowly slid out of the booth, walked over to him, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Show me then, Mr. Grey."

"Ana," he whispered, his voice raspy with need. "I won't touch you unless you want it."

"Let's go back to Escala," I said shyly, pulling his arm.

An hour later, I was spread-eagled on the bed in the playroom. Christian had blindfolded me, telling me that it was for both of our pleasures.

"Let's play a game," he chimed. "Everything that I'm about to do, we'll figure out together to whom the pleasure belongs."

I loved how Christian explained and made things fun. This was an intense situation, but now, I felt ten times better.

"I like that," I agreed.

Our lips met, increasing the wetness that pooled between my legs. I wanted him badly, but not before I found out what I was getting myself into. As I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to slide in, I felt his hands test my cuffs surrounding my hands. He did the same with my feet as we both came up for air.

"You are always ready for me," he said as he slid a finger into my slick hole.

I moaned, unable to hold back. It had been a bit since I had felt his hands on me. He removed his finger, and as soon as I smelled my arousal, I opened my mouth.

"Good girl," he said, inserting his finger into my mouth.

This was my time to test him. I let his finger sit on my tongue. I hear him sigh.

"Anastasia, suck! Taste yourself!"

I did as I was told. I tasted salty, but it wasn't a bad taste. Was this for my pleasure? As if he could read my mind, he asked the question.

"Whose pleasure is this for, Ana?"

"Mine?" I questioned him.

"Ours," he corrected me, followed by the most painful slap to my left ass cheek.

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I'm still learning."

"Yes, you are. I need you to concentrate, no matter what's going on, understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered confidently. I can do this!

I was instructed to stay quiet as he started the scene. I heard movements and sounds, but I couldn't feel his presence near me. I felt the bed shift as his weight rested in between my legs. I felt his finger as it plunged deep inside of me. In and out, in and out, and my breathing followed his thrusts. As his pace accelerated, his finger curled and hit my G-spot. My breath hitched, and I bit back a moan. My walls clenched around his finger, and he pulled out abruptly.

"Not yet, baby," he teased. "Your pussy looks good enough to eat right now."

God, I would explode if his mouth went anywhere near there. I heard him sucking his fingers, and I smiled. He couldn't get enough of me.

"Amused, Miss Steele?"

I heard him as he rose from the bed. Something landed next to me, and I wondered what it could be.

"Whose pleasure, Anastasia, was that fingering for?" he asked, his voice commanding.

"Ours, Sir," I said shyly, hoping to be right.

"Yes. In fact, you are right. I love seeing you wanting more from me, but you'll thank me soon enough."

"Thank you, Master Grey."

As strange as it was to call him by these titles, I couldn't help but feel excited and aroused. How could this man have so much power over me, but also make me feel so powerful? My thoughts were interrupted as something bit into my right nipple, and then my left. Damn nipple clamps!

"Whose pleasure will this be for?" he asked, tightening the clamps.

"Yours," I said, exhaling.

My left ass cheek received another hard smack. The pain rose, but fell as it settled into my backside.

"Wrong again, Ana," he admonished. "Next time, you'll be in this same position, but flipped over, receiving a spanking."

I had to concentrate. If the nipple clamps weren't for his enjoyment, then was it for me?

"Ana, the clamps go hand in hand with your release," Christian explained, reading my thoughts.

Once they were set to his specifications, I relaxed. They didn't hurt as bad, but my brain and pussy were already anticipating the next item he put next to me. It didn't take long to find out, because as if he read my mind, a finger probed my asshole with something cool. I tensed up, not wanting anything near that hole.

"Ana, relax. This will be nothing but pleasurable."

Choosing to believe him, I slowly allowed myself to relax. His finger smeared the cool stuff around my hole, and as he pushed his two fingers inside, I exhaled. How damn good that felt?

"You like that, baby?" he asked.

I heard a small vibration, and my heart started to race. I felt Christian push something inside of my hole, stretching me, filling me.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice filling with concern.

"Yes," I answered honestly.

This felt too good. My body was on high alert for the next object, and I moaned loudly when his tongue flicked over my clit and down into my dripping center.

"Still wet for me, baby? Get ready."

He sucked on my clit, making me moan. His finger pushing ever so slightly into my pussy made me want to scream, but I kept it in. Suddenly, his finger was replaced by something cold and hard. As he extended it deeper inside of me, I felt my walls clench around it.

"Can you guess what's filling up those tight holes?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over my clit.

"A dildo," I breathed as a low vibration started within my ass.

"Yes? And?" he asked.

"A butt plug."

"Miss Steele, you know your toys," he said, a low rumble as he laughed. "Remember your safewords?"

"Red and yellow," I whispered.

"Good," he said, kissing my inner thigh.

Suddenly, the vibration in my pussy started, and I couldn't keep from panting as Christian's tongue circled my clit. The vibrations combined overpowered my ability to concentrate, and I clutched the sheets as I felt my orgasm building. Christian's tongue stayed at the same tempo, which made me hot and bothered. Go faster, dammit! Suddenly, the vibration stopped within my pussy.

"You come when I say you can," he said, his tone menacing. "Have I given you permission, Anastasia?"

"No, Sir," I said.

After four times of this repeated behavior, I was almost in tears with need. I needed to explode. I whimpered as sweat dripped into my eyes, and beads of it ran down my chest.

"Christian, please," I begged. "I need to come."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he said, removing the vibrating items from my body in one swift motion.

Instantly, the cuffs were released from my ankles, and as he massaged my legs and ankles, I heard the sound of foil ripping. In one swift motion, he was inside of me,, pounding me hard! I didn't hold back the screams that erupted from my mouth as my orgasm built again. His grunts told me he was close, and I met his thrusts each time.

"Ana!" I heard him call out my name as he stilled, grabbed the clamps, and slowly released them. "Come for me!"

I screamed as my orgasm rocked my body. My walls pulsing around his hard member, he kissed me hard as he emptied himself into me. Shivers of pleasure ran between us. He slowly sat up, and lifted up the blindfold.

"Now, tell me, whose pleasure was that?" he asked, using the blindfold to wipe the sweat away.

"Ours," I answered confidently, though sleepy.

"Anastasia, you've done a great job as my student today," Christian said as he slowly cleaned up the room. "How do you feel?"

"Sleepy," I said as my eyes closed. The last thing I knew, he was taking the handcuffs off of me.