Chapter 14

Unbroken

First another big thank you to my Beta Svart Jasmin. Secondly, I am overwhelmed by all of your lovely PMs and reviews. I was sure I was going to get skewered by you guys proofed to be immensely supportive. Special shout out to the ladies of the FSOG obsessed group for hounding and supporting me to get this next chapter out. Christian's pov is a pain. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Edit 27-10-2016 20:40 GMT. NOTE: The opinions of the characters are not necessarily the opinions of me the auteur. CG's comments regarding the refugee crisis were merely put in to show his caring more humanitarian side.

Christian

Villa Montferrat was built mid-16th century by the Italian nobleman Enrique Lombardi, who had been notorious for kidnapping his unwilling bride from her ancestral home. The irony is not lost on me. During the Second World War, the villa was turned into a hospital to treat wounded allied soldiers who were injured during the battle of Montecassino. Throughout the ages, the walls of this villa have witnessed far greater consternations than what transpired between Miss Steele and myself last night. I had never been so aroused before, hell I never came from just flogging a woman's ass. Seeing the pink welts on her lush flesh both enticed and soothed the sadist inside me. The entire experience was an enlightenment on many different levels. Little Miss Steele is a natural masochist. I noticed how she drifted of too subspace when I flogged her and was pleasantly surprised. I had to pause my blows to prevent her from getting there. I wanted to make her feel every ounce of pain she put me through, that is the only way she will learn to behave. And when she finally signed the contract, I was beyond ecstatic. Having her is something I have been dreaming about for months, and now it is finally a reality. Taking her for the very first time, knowing that she was a virgin, was the most intense and gratifying sexual experience I have ever had. I would even go so far to say it was a spiritual experience. It wasn't just the sex, it was her allowing me to take care of her afterwards that has awoken something deep inside of me. A spark that has ignited my entire being. She made me come alive after being stuck in a dead like slumber for an eternity. Not having her was never going to be an option.

It felt counterintuitive breaking her, and I did not want to do it at first. I had planned to woo her again. However, when she kicked me and treated me disrespectfully, I knew Elena was right. She needs to be broken and built back up again. I know she will deny it out in spite and anger, but she enjoyed what I did to her. She came not once but twice! I know it must have been a shock to her system. It was a shock to mine when Elena did that to me when I was 15. I was mad and confused for a little while when she took my virginity and hated myself for enjoying it. Nevertheless, in the end, I realized that it was all for the best. She helped me become the successful man I am today. Anastasia will realize soon enough how good and cathartic this will be for her, me taking care of her every need.

I increase my speed running over the well-kept grounds of the estate with Taylor and Sawyer in tow. It is 6:15 in the morning and the bright sunrays illuminate the sky with brilliant hues of gold and orange. I feel invigorated and centered; for the first time in forever, I slept really well with Anastasia lying next to me. She is like a dreamcatcher keeping every bad dream away. The early morning wind is chilly on my clam skin. Small dewdrops litter the grass and the air smells of flowers and rain. I enjoy this time of day most when everyone is still a sleep and the world around me is quiet and peaceful.

At 7 sharp, we are back at the Villa and I am desperate for a shower and some breakfast. Giani my butler and caretaker greets me at the door.

"Buongiorno Signor Grey. Breakfast at eight?" He asks with a thick Italian accent. "Yes thank you Giani. Is Catherina awake yet?" Catherina is his daughter and one of the maids. She will be Anastasia's companion while we are here.

"Si Signor."

"Send her to my and Miss Steele's room in forty minutes."

"Ovviamente Signor Grey." He replies and gives me a polite smile before he scurries of towards the kitchen. I climb up the stairs two steps at the time and enter my bedroom. For a moment, I stand mesmerized watching Anastasia sleep. The early morning sunlight seeps through the white curtains illuminating her hair and beautiful porcelain face. She looks like an angel, even though her facial expression looks slightly pained. Yes, she really is an angel, an angel I dragged into my hell. A pang of guilt sweeps through me but I suppress it. Guilt is a useless emotion, it does nothing to change a situation and only makes you feel like shit.

I move closer to her and stroke my hand over her soft cheeks. She flinches a little and it cuts right through me. I don't want her to shy away from my touch, but I suppose it was to be expected. Nevertheless, we have to work on that. I run my hand through my hair and stare at her a moment longer before making my way to the bathroom.

The warm water is refreshing on my damp skin and it alleviates the strain in my muscles from my early morning run. I wash myself quickly and imagine Anastasia's dainty hands on my cock when I run the washcloth over myself. God, I fantasized about her for so long that having her finally with me here is a dream come true. I can finally act out all my fantasies. The thought is arousing and I feel myself harden with each passing second. I need her again. I quickly turn off the shower and dry myself. I do not bother with dressing myself, that would be a little bit redundant.

Her eyes are still closed when I enter the bedroom again, but I know she is awake. I slide into bed with her and breathe in the sweet scent of her hair. It is so enticing. I slide my hand under her blouse and softly squeeze her nipple. It hardens and erects immediately in response. Lord, she is responsive to my touch, it is more than I could ever have hoped for. I move my other hand in her pyjama pants and softly stroke between her thighs. She shudders against me and coats my hand with her sweet juices.

She tries to push my hand away and I know for sure now that she is awake. Her action makes me chuckle. She clearly does not comprehend the nature of our relationship and it will be a joy to teach her. I grab her hand and pin it against the bed.

"Good morning sweet girl," I whisper in her ear and her eyes fly open. They look dull and lifeless on the surface but I can see the defiant fire burning brightly in their ocean blue depths. Something akin to pride swells within me and I do not understand why.

I place my hand between her wet folds again and continue my exploration of her beautiful pussy.

She tries to move away from me and out of the bed, but I push her back against me.

"You seem to have forgotten our arrangement already? Do you need a reminder?" I ask sardonically.

"I need to go to the bathroom... Master." She replies back sarcasm clear in her voice. This attitude will not do.

"I won't allow you to. Not yet anyway. I decide what you do when. You signed the contract remember?" My voice sounds brusque and I am hoping my point comes across. I hate to start the day with another punishment, especially when she is probably still sore from yesterday.

"For how long?" she asks out of the blue, changing the direction of the conversation, and I do not want to answer her.

"How long what?" I reply coolly.

"Our contract how long am I… how long does it last?" she looks away from and swallows.

Forever. I want to tell her but I know she would never accept that answer, and that would make both of our lives harder. How long will it take me to break and bend her so we can move on to a different kind of contract? Will she be more pliable when I give her an end term? It really does not matter what end term I give her, I will never let her go regardless.

"Six months. You will be serving me for six months after that your debt is paid and you are free to leave." It surprises me how easy that lie leaves my lips. My answer seems to shock her.

"Six months is a very long time." She murmurs softly.

"435.000 is a lot of money. It will take this much time to pay me back." I reply flippantly.

"Last night… you didn't use anything. When you..." Her voice sounds eerie, almost robotic, and she cannot seem to even say what we did. It is stirring something inside of me, which I quickly suppress. I need to stay strong and unwavering. Her question does not come as a surprise, I was ecstatic when I read she was on the pill in her medical records. It meant we could go skin on skin. I know why she is asking this and I inwardly scoff. Before last night, I hadn't had sex for over a year. My libido was already low for a while but it plunged into oblivion after Leila blew her brains out in my kitchen, but I won't tell her that.

"No, Anastasia. I didn't use a condom, there was no need. You are on the pill and I am clean. I get tested every three months. You are welcome to look into the results if you want." I offer in reassurance. "Look, Anastasia, I know it is hard to believe for you now, but I would never do anything to harm you. It doesn't seem like that now but in time you will understand that we are meant to be."

She scoffs and looks at me like I am insane. Here entire demeanor is disrespectful and rude. The defiant fire in her eyes burns brightly and she holds my gaze boldly. It is both refreshing and arousing and I am completely surprised by my own feelings. This will not do Grey, punish her for it.

"If you think I will ever love you after what you have done to me, you are delusional Master." She spits out. Her words cut me like a knife and I realize now more than ever that she is the only person in the world that has the power to destroy me. What I feel for her is frightening and I do not understand it. Do I want her to love me? The answer is a startling and unnerving me. It is not a question of wanting her love but needing her love. What for? I don't know. Peace of mind? Acceptance? Absolution? Redemption? A chance at life? Or maybe all of the above. More than ever I realize that I need to break her before she breaks me.

"I don't want your love, only your body." The lie is painful but I need to protect myself. "Now take off your pajamas, spread your legs, and turn on your stomach. I am going to take you from behind now." I command harshly.

The inner war she is fighting inside her head is clearly etched on her beautiful face and I hold my breath. For a moment, I think she is going to refuse me but then suddenly she does what she is told. She turns around on her stomach and spread her legs wide surprising me. Breath escapes my lips when I stare at the erotic sight displayed before me. I feel like a starving man at an all you can eat banquet.

"Lean on your forearms." My voice sounds husky and desperate. I need to taste her again. I kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks. Her tight hole looks lush and pink. I want to claim her ass but I won't do it today. Her ass needs training first. I bend down and push my tongue between her folds. Her scent spicy and musky, an intoxicating combination. Tantalizingly slow, I begin licking her between her folds moving my tongue from her clit to her entrance. She shudders and I am rewarded with her sweet salty nectar. Sweet Jesus, she is responsive. I continue my sweet torture and I am rewarded with a tiny little moan spurring me on further. I double my efforts and gently push my finger inside of her now soaked pussy. She bucks and mewls and I have to hold her steady.

"You like that don't you baby." I grin at her but she doesn't respond. I suck on her clit and move my finger in out of her with a slow and steady rhythm. I feel her walls tighten and she quivers, and I know her orgasm is eminent.

I remove my finger and position my cock at her entrance. I wrap my arm around her waist and slam inside of her. She screams loudly and her walls squeeze my cock like a vice sucking me in further.

"Please don't I am sore." She cries out.

"Good. I like you sore, that way you will be reminded all day long where I and only I have been." I hiss near her ears. I grab the hair by the nape of her neck and slam her down on my throbbing cock again. I can't get close enough to her or deep enough in her. Her soft silky walls feel like pure bliss. I set a steady slow rhythm pumping my cock in and out of her sweet cunt over and over again. Her legs stiffen and her pussy walls contort around my cock. She lets out an ear-piercing scream.

Oh yes! My girl just came all over my cock and I roar in pleasure. It takes all my self-control not to cum immediately too, like some out of control 15 year old. Lord has it ever felt this good? This is what heaven must feel like, warm, wet, and tight as hell. I move my cock out of her a little before slamming it back in making her scream again. It is enticing. I pause again for a moment just to enjoy this pure bliss before moving in and out of her at a steady rhythm. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room and it is the most erotic thing I have ever heard. I grunt loudly when I pick up the pace, moving faster in and out of her. The heady smell of her arousal and the sight of my cock moving in and out of her tight cunt spurring me on.

"You like that don't you Anastasia? My big thick cock inside of your sweet tight little cunt." I grunt out in her ear, again she stays quiet and it is irritating. She is too proud to admit that she loves what I do to her. My breathing is laboured and I know I am close. I swirl my hips in a circle to increase the pressure on my cock and I feel the familiar tingling sensation taking root in my spine spreading like wildfire throughout the rest of my body. My right hand moves to her breast and I squeeze her nipple. She rewards me with another soft moan.

"You are mine, Anastasia. Only mine." I grunt out harshly while continuing my punishing rhythm.

My left hand moves towards her clit and I gently stroke her there. She shudders and her walls begin ripple against my cock. I take her clit between my thumb and index finger and softly pinch her. Her entire body stiffens. I place a dozens of kisses on her back and neck, and she comes undone, pulling me with her in our euphoric bliss. I slam into her one more time, spilling everything I have inside of her and crash down on her back, her warm soft skin pressed against mine. For a brief moment I really think I died and gone to heaven, but it doesn't take long for the illusion to shatter. Heaven is no place for men like me. God has cast me out long time ago and will never let me enter again. The closet I can to come to it is by dragging this angel down to my own personal hell, hoping that she will give me some form of absolution.

"You are smothering me." Her soft sweet voice says, pulling me out of my brief reverie. I roll off her back without breaking my precious connection with her and pull her against my chest.

"Better like this?" I ask and kiss her neck.

"I still need to pee Master." She murmurs out sounding slightly despondent and I sigh. I wonder when she will finally realize how good we are together.

I pull out my now softening cock and let her go to the bathroom. I turn on my back and look at the clock. Catherina will be here to dress Ana in 10 minutes. Slightly annoyed that I cannot stay naked in bed with Anastasia, I put on my clothes. I open one of the closet drawers and pull out a black sexy lace pair of undergarments, and lay them down on the bed. I move back to the closet and pull out a pale pink knee-length dress with a large black belt and black open Louboutin shoes, and lay it all out on the bed.

She comes back in the room and looks at the clothing on the bed.

"Catherina the maid will help you dress. Put on the bra and panties now. I don't want anyone seeing what is mine."

"I do not need anyone to dress me. I can dress myself and I have my own clothes." She snaps sounding offended by the suggestion. Lord, she really has a lot to learn. I raise my eyebrow at her in warning but she does not back off.

"You will dress the way I tell you by who I tell you. I think you and I should go over the contract again. It seems like you do not understand the nature of our arrangement. Now. Put on those panties and wait until Catherina gets here or I will spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for the rest of the day."

She scoffs loudly and rolls her eyes upward. The gesture is entirely unexpected and incredibly disrespectful and it boils my blood. I jump up from the bed and grab her arm pulling her against the bed.

"I have had enough of you disrespecting me. I think you need a little remainder who is the boss." I sit back down on the bed and pull her over my lap, pinning her on me with my forearm.

"NO! Let go of me. Fuck you and your contract!" she seethes and I see red. I hate people who go back on their word. I lift up the hem of her robe exposing her beautiful ass to me and I slam down my hand on her exposed skin. She yelps in pain and I do it again.

"I will spank you six more times and you will count. Failure to do so will earn you another six smacks. After breakfast, you will study the contract in detail and explain to me what I expect from you. Do you understand?" I hiss.

Tears are staining her now blotched cheeks and I feel conflicted. The sadist in me roars while the other human part desperately wants to take all the pain and sorrow away from her. But the sadist is stronger and I shut my feelings down.

"Answer me!" I roar making her cringe.

"Yes." She squeals out and I smack her hard again.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master." She spits out angrily.

"Good. Now count." I say and smack her again.

"One." She yelps and I smack her again on the other cheek turning her lush flesh a delicious pink. My cock swells in my pants and my breathing is ragged. Pity I have no time to fuck her again.

"Two." She says hoarsely and another two smacks follow in quick succession

"Three, four." She sounds breathless and pained. I smack her two more times ending the punishment. "Five, six." She says softly her voice sounding broken and defeated. Good, I hope she learned her lesson now.

I lift her up and put her back on the bed on her stomach. I walk to the bathroom, take out a bottle of arnica cream, an Advil and a glass of water, and walk back towards her. I gently rub the cream on her pink skin. It feels hot to the touch. She is lying still on the bed not making a single sound, but I am not worried. Once the endorphins kick in and the shock waves, she will be fine. It was the same with me when Elena first spanked me.

"Sit up straight." I command her and she complies without hesitation.

"Good girl. I knew you had it in you." I praise her but she doesn't respond. Instead, she stares blankly at the wall. I sigh and wonder when she will come down from subspace.

"Drink this." I mutter and hand her the glass and the Advil. She puts the pill in her mouth and drinks the water. Her movements are slow and robotic. She spills some water and it drips down her chin. I take a cloth and clean her up, gently wiping the water and her tears away. Finally, she is showing some emotions again and I know she has left subspace. I take up the panties and slide them on her before clipping on her bra. I love taking care of her, it resonates with me on some deep level that I do not understand.

There is a knock on the door disturbing our intimate moment.

"Enter." I bark.

"Buongiorno Signor Grey." Catherina enters our bedroom cheerfully. She is a petit brunette with curly hair and a pretty round face.

"Buongiorno Catherina. You can find Miss Steele's clothes on the bed. I want her to wear her hair down and only use a little makeup. She is a natural beauty. Send her downstairs a little before eight. We will have breakfast at eight sharp." I sternly instruct her.

"Si Signor Grey." She replies kindly.

"Good. I will leave you to it then." I say and leave the room.

I have some phone calls to make and walk towards my office that is located downstairs adjoining the library. I press against the large oak door and enter my temporary seat of power. The walls and ceiling of my office are completely mahogany wood paneled, and various work of classical art adorn the walls. In the corner stands a large antique globe, and two ceiling-high bookcases stand on both sides of my large polished wood 17th-century desk. I sit down in my black leather chair and pick up my phone.

The first call is to Wheeler, my banker. The fucker picks up on the fourth ring.

"Good evening Mr. Grey." He says a little breathless through the phone. Right, it is round 22:00 in Seattle now.

"Wheeler. Have you done what I asked?" I ask brusquely.

"Yes, sir. The money used to pay both of Mr. Steele's mortgages has been deposit back into GEH creditor account. Both mortgages have been paid using one of your personal accounts like you requested."

"Good. Thank you, Wheeler." I say and hang up and dial the next number on my list. Dr. Sanjay Chopra is one of the top cancer specialists in the country. He works at Boston Mercy and will be treating Raymond Steele.

"Dr. Chopra." I greet him when he answers the phone.

"Good afternoon Mr. Grey. I was planning to call you today but you beat me to it. Mr. Steele has arrived this morning and is doing fine. I have scheduled his operation to remove the remainder of his tumor this upcoming Monday. I was informed that his ex-wife will be in town then for moral support."

"That is correct. One of my private jets will drop her off tomorrow. How are Mr. Steele's prospects?" I ask feeling genuinely concerned.

"We are optimistic that with chemo and the removal of his tumor Mr. Steele would make a full recovery." Dr. Chopra replies thoughtfully.

"Good. Keep me apprised of his situation. Please use all means available to save the man's life. If you need anything call me directly."

"Thank you, Mr. Grey. We shall do everything to help Mr. Steele get better."

"Have a good day Dr. Chopra." I say and hang up.

I check my email there are two very important ones from Barney and Welch.

From: Barney Kasich

Subject: Cleanup

Date: December 5, 2015, 8:16

To: Christian Grey

Mr. Grey,

As requested, any and all evidence regarding Miss Steele's unauthorized transactions have been erased from the system and can never be brought back. Once I have it confirmed that you read this email. I will permanently delete it from the server.

In addition, I have looked into email traffic of Olympia boating per your request and have found some irregularities. I would like to have your permission to investigate this further.

Kind regards,

Barney

Irregularities in the email traffic of Olympia boating? What the hell does that mean? It was not what I expected. I quickly fire off an email to Barney telling him to go all out before reading Welch's email.

From: Fred Welch

Subject: Andy Addams

Date: December 5, 2015, 9:03

To: Christian Grey

Mr. Grey,

My man in Savannah has been in contact with Andy Addams and has successfully convinced him to accept his father's wishes and leave his stepmother alone. Mr. Addams has dropped all legal procedures against Mrs. Addams effective immediately and has sworn not to bother her again.

Regards,

Welch.

So, it is done. I kept my end of the bargain, now let's hope Miss Steele keeps hers. I was never going to have her sent to jail. The thought of her in an ugly orange jumpsuit being manhandled by guards and other prisoners chills me to the bone. She is mine and no one touches what's mine. I merely needed the leverage to get her to sign the contract. I am not really sure what I would have done if she still had refused. I most likely would have locked her up in our new playroom in our house at the sound or something.

I look at the clock it is nearly 8 and time for breakfast. I leave my office and sit down in the dining room. Anastasia isn't here yet and it annoys me. Eight is eight. I loathe tardiness. I am about to get up to drag her from the bedroom when she finally comes in dressed the clothes I have chosen for her.

"You are late." I snap irritated.

"I am sorry." She mutters and stares down on the ground.

I pull out the chair next to my own.

"Sit." I command and she walks to the seat. Good, the punishment was effective.

"Catherina. We are ready for breakfast." I say dismissively and she scurries of too fetch breakfast, leaving me once again alone with Anastasia.

"You look beautiful. That color really suits you." I tell her earnestly.

She doesn't respond but continues to stare at the plate in front of her. Her reaction is once again annoying and disrespectful. I grab her cheeks and tilt her head towards me, staring into her beautiful eyes. The defiant fire seems to have died down somewhat and I feel conflicted.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that it is polite to thank someone when they pay you a compliment?"

"I am sorry Master. Thank you." She says despondently. Giani comes in with our breakfast, an omelet with bacon, toast, and fruit for me and pancakes with bacon and fruit for Ana. I know she loves pancakes it is something I have learned from the cameras in her house.

"Eat and swallow these." I tell her and put down two vitamin pills in front of her.

She eyes them speculatively and makes no move to take them. I sigh and put mine in my mouth swallowing them away with a glass of orange juice.

"They are vitamins pills to keep you healthy." I explain with a sigh.

She eyes them skeptically and takes a bite of her pancakes instead.

"Take your pills Anastasia. Now!" The warning is clear in my voice. Why does she have to fight me every step of the way? Is it so unclear what I expect from her?

For a moment it looks like she is going to ignore my order again and I am already thinking of some appropriate punishment. But she surprises me once more and takes the pills.

"Open your mouth and let me see." I order and she dutifully complies.

"Good girl." I praise her. We continue our breakfast in silence for a while.

"The contract. It will last six months?" she suddenly asks. I put down my napkin and stare at her.

"I know this is new to you Anastasia but you will address me as Master at all times. Is that understood?"

"Yes…" I arch my eyebrow at her. "Master." She quickly amends.

"Yes, Anastasia I thought I made that clear to you." I take a sip of my coffee and continue to eat.

"And I am expected to live with you during that time?" She asks.

"Yes." I reply gruffly. Didn't she pay any attention at all?

"I am sorry Master but I can't. I promised to take care of my friend's cat and house. I won't be able to do that when I am with you." She says as if she has found the Holy Grail.

"Do not worry. I have already arranged for the cat and your friend's house. I told you that I would be taking care of all your needs. Which reminds me, your father has been flown to Boston last evening. Dr Sanjay Chopra, the best cancer specialist in the country, will be treating him. His operation is scheduled tomorrow and your mother will be there for him when he wakes up so he won't be alone. She will be arriving in Boston in a few hours. If you are a good girl for the rest of the day, I will allow you to call him. See it as part of the incentive package."

She gapes at me open-mouthed.

"With all due respect Master, how dare you? You have no right to interfere..." she begins her voice laced with anger and indignation.

"Enough! Part of our arrangement is that I will be taking care of all your needs. This includes the needs of your family. Because frankly, you have proven to be unable to take care of yourself. You are in no position to provide your father with the medical care he needs so I took that burden off you. Incidentally, I also took care of your mother's legal troubles just as I promised. It is time for you to show some gratitude. You are acting like a whiny spoiled little brat and I have had enough of it. Do it again and you will feel the consequences. Do I make myself clear?" She looks dejected and it is slightly painful to watch. I really do not understand her. Why isn't she happy that I am helping her?

"Perfectly." She replies softly.

"Good. Now for today's schedule. Catherina will give you a tour of the grounds." Her eyes light up and I see the wheels turn in her head. She is planning something and I need to nip it in the bud. "Don't bother to try and escape, security is everywhere. Bottom line, you will only make it harder for yourself. Lunch is at 12:30, be on time. At 19:30 we will be having a private dinner in Rome with Cardinal Bianchi, President of the Pontifical Commission of Vatican City, the Italian Minister of Economic Development Pedro Romano, the Minister of Foreign Affairs Giuseppe Mancini, and the EU Commissioner for Humanitarian Aid and Crisis Management Magnus Bergstrom and their partners. You will be conducting yourself in a modest manner and wear the evening dress I have selected for you. The rules are simple. Please me, and you will be rewarded. Displease me, and you will be punished. Is that clear?" I ask.

"Crystal." She says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I let it slide for now.

"Good. Eat your final pancake and you can go with Catherina. I will see you at lunch. I have some work to do." In one swift move, I get up from the table and walk to my office, mentally preparing for the day to come.

At 18:15, I am happy with the amount of work I did. Vacation my ass. The Vatican called and wanted to go through the schedule of the conference with me today. I also approved a new joint venture with a mobile software company, and ordered a present for Mia's birthday. I haven't seen Anastasia since lunch and I crave her presence. She must be getting dressed right now. I get up from my chair and walk upstairs to our bedroom but she isn't there yet. I am annoyed but decide to dress into my own dinner attire since the dress code is formal, white tie. I comb my wayward hair to the best of my ability before taking out a long silver coloured Versace dress with matching silver open heels for Ana. I rummage again through the bedside drawer and take out a ruby red Cartier box containing a beautiful pair of teardrop shaped diamond earrings. They will look splendid on Anastasia. I sit down and patiently wait for her to get upstairs and change.

The large wooden door opens and Anastasia comes into the room followed by Catherina.

"Good evening Signor Grey." Catherina greets me politely.

"Good evening ladies. Catherina, you can go. I will take over from here." I dismiss her.

"Si Signor." She says and hastily makes her exit.

"How was your tour of the grounds?" I ask genuinely interested in her answer.

"It was fine. It is pretty big and empty for a hotel." She replies softly though it feels like she is mocking me.

"That's because it isn't a hotel. This house is my private property I bought it last year. I hate staying in hotels while traveling." I explain and she shrugs her shoulders disinterested.

"Come here." I command her and she slowly shuffles towards me. I hand her the velvet Cartier box and she looks at me quizzically.

"Go on, open it." I encourage her. She takes the lid off and stares speechlessly at the earrings. I hope she likes them.

"I want you to wear them tonight with the dress. Do you like them? They are simple, elegant and beautiful, like you. A perfect present for the perfect girl." My voice soft and I mean every word of it.

"Yes, they are beautiful." Her voice is robotic and distant again. Her reaction is disappointing and I feel a little hurt.

"Well, I will leave you to dress then. I will send Catherina up again to do your hair and makeup. We will leave in 35 minutes."

"Yes, Master." She replies with the same tone of voice. It is frustrating she still does not seem to understand what it is I want from her.

I stare in complete wonder at the goddess that is walking down the stairs. The silver dress fits her like a glove, accentuating every curve of her divine body. The diamonds teardrops glitter in her eyes and her lips are painted a subtle red. She is like a siren and I cannot resist her call.

"You look stunning Anastasia. You make me proud." I mutter, take her hand and guide her towards the black Maybach that is already waiting for us. I strap her in her seatbelt before sitting down next to her.

The drive to Rome is only 20 minutes, but it feels longer. Maybe because Anastasia is distant and barely responding to me. We need to correct this and we need to do it now. I will make it clear to her once and for all that I own her body, mind, and soul.

"Take off your panties." I say in a voice that brokers no argument. She looks at me in absolute shock and horror but does not dare to protest. Slowly she does what she is told and hands me her panties. I put them in front of my nose and breathe in her intoxicating scent shocking her further.

"I think we are going to have some fun tonight." I say smirking at her.

"If you say so Master." She replies softly.

Taylor stops at a large palace-like building in the center of the city and opens our door. We are accompanied by Prescott and Sawyer today, who dutifully follow us inside the building, where Cardinal Bianchi our host this evening greets us cheerfully. He is a gray older man in his sixties with twinkling olive colored eyes and speaks English fluently.

"Welcome, Mr. Grey, such an honor to meet you." He says smiling broadly at me before turning his attention to Anastasia bestowing a beaming smile upon her. "And who is this lovely lady?" He asks while kissing her hand. The gesture makes me mad with jealousy, celibate or not, I don't want anyone touching her.

I pull her close to me and wrap my arm protectively around her waist.

"Cardinal I would like you to meet Anastasia Steele."

"How do you do sir?" Anastasia replies politely and I am glad she hasn't forgotten her manners.

"Well do come in the both of you. Our other guests are already seated." He leads us down a beautiful corridor to a large dining area at the back of the palace. On the way, he gives us a brief history of the place.

The chatting in the room seizes when Anastasia and I enter and all the fuckers stare at her in carnal appreciation. Jealous rage fills me again. It is a new disturbing feeling, one that I have no idea how to deal with. I pull her close to me again clearly staking my claim. A gesture that does not seem to go unnoticed.

Introductions are fast and to the point, the way I like it. Pedro Romano, the Minister of Economic Development and his wife, a blond wide haired woman, are sitting across from us. They are friendly enough, but the person I am really interested in talking to is Magnus Bergstrom, the EU Commissioner for Humanitarian Aid and Crisis Management. I scoff internally, the EU did very little to manage the refugee crisis. All they did was wipe their own plates clean and let others deal with it.

To my surprise, Bergstrom agrees with me about the EU handling the crisis. He blames the lack of leadership and the unwillingness of eastern European countries to house refugees as main culprits. "Too many chefs in the kitchen." He says sourly. The conversation at the table is lively and Anastasia does me proud. She is modest, polite, intelligent, charming and well informed. She has a natural charisma about her that just draws people in. She is truly the most fascinating person I have ever met. Nevertheless, I am annoyed. Her manners, smiles and kind gestures are solely for the benefit of the other guests. She hardly glances at my direction and it is making my blood boil. She needs a reminder to whom she belongs.

I place my hand at her knee and slowly move her dress up exposing the sweet flesh of her thigh to my hand. I slowly move upwards towards her core, but she jerks away from me, keeping her legs tightly closed. It is infuriating! She should accept my touch whenever and wherever. I squeeze her thigh hard, making sure it hurts and she winces, opening her legs a little for me.

Good. I continue my leisurely exploration of her sweet flesh while I talk to Giuseppe Mancini, a slender amusing man with a wife that looks like a manticore. I feel Anastasia shiver when my fingers reach their goal and I am pleased. She has a hard time concentrating on her conversation with the dear old Cardinal and I'm immensely happy.

I slide one finger inside of her while pressing my thumb to her clit, and slowly swirl it around and round. She closes her eyes and I hear her sharp intake of breath. Her arousal is coating my fingers. Suddenly she closes her legs again and mumbles some apology about needing to use the restroom.

Everyone man stands up, and I like the good gentleman I am, I insist that I escort her.

"Don't you ever walk away or close your legs for me again." I hiss when we are in the hallway again.

"It was inappropriate Master." She counters I stand still grab her upper arm and push her against the wall slamming my mouth on hers pouring frustration in the kiss.

"I decide what is appropriate or not Anastasia. I am getting tired of repeating myself. You are mine, you understand?" I snarl still breathless from the kiss.

"I am sorry Master, I thought I had to behave modestly and was not to embarrass you. I am sure I would have done just that had you continued your ministrations." She counters pointedly. Her smart mouth is both enticing and infuriating.

"Well, I guess I should give you a lesson in control then. To prevent a similar situation to arise. You have displeased me Anastasia, and once we are back home, you will bear the brunt of your actions." My voice is menacingly soft and her eyes widen a fraction but the defiance is still there clear as day. Right then, I realize it never left nor diminished. And for the first time, I wonder if I can truly break her or if it's me that will end up broken. The thought is unsettling and I vow that to double my efforts to never let that happen again.