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~Anna's note-I know that I promised this chapter would be uploaded the day after chapter 15. My 12-year-old son has had the rare complication of mono, which is an enlarged spleen, and he has been in the hospital for several days. I am actually posting this from his hospital room since my husband brought my computer. ~ (I am adding an addendum to this note, since the upload was pushed back further. Yesterday evening, my uncle passed away and life got out of hand rather quickly. Be patient with me for the next few days as our family deals with this unexpected tragedy)
If you get bent out of shape reading about Christian or Anastasia having sex with another character, do not read this. This chapter has a plenteous amount of sex that some may deem too graphic to read. I can see that the sex in this chapter might seem redundant, but it is meant to describe a lot of Christian's personality, so notice that. If this type of content offends you, I suggest you do not read this chapter. I apologize in advance for the length of this chapter. It has over 12,000 words in it. (Oh, shit!) I would have divided it into two chapters but with everything going on in my life, I just did not care to bother.
Machiavellian: Part Two
Friday, October 12th, 2012
New York City, NY
"It feels like you are never coming home, Christian. Promise you will never take another business trip if it is going to be this long. I miss you so much." Anastasia's voice sounded like warm honey slowly dripping in Christian's ear. He would give anything to be with her now, but GEH was in the middle hostile takeover, Christian knew he had to be in New York City.
"Baby, I begged you to come with me, you know. Trust me; I miss you and every inch of you." Just thinking about Anastasia's long brown tresses and her perfect skin had Christian hard as a rock and his right hand was already in his pajama pants and gripping his cock. He knew that if he did not get to fuck her that his blue balls would explode.
Anastasia sighed deeply, "I know you did, Christian, it just didn't feel right to take any more time off. I want to excel on my own merit and for it not to seem as if I'm getting preferential treatment because I'm married to the owner of the company," Anastasia replies in a soft apprehensive voice. Christian understands and respects how his wife feels along with her work ethic and wants her to succeed on her own. However, that does not mean he has changed his mind about her not working so she can accompany him on all his business trips.
"That makes perfect sense, Anastasia, and while I wish you were here I am proud of your ambition," Christian reassures her and yawns deeply. He wants to talk to Anastasia, but its rapidly approaching midnight and he is exhausted. Unable to ignore how weary Christian sounds, Anastasia looks at the clock, remembers the time difference between them, and admits she could go to sleep herself.
"Well, it's best if we hang up and you go to sleep because you sound exhausted. I can imagine how early your first meeting will be in the morning, and I could actually go to sleep myself," Anastasia whispers as if speaking to a small child. She can hear Christian smiling over the phone.
"Alright, baby. I'll email you in the morning and don't give Sawyer a hard time tomorrow, I'll know if you do," he says sternly. Anastasia giggles at him.
"I won't, I promise. Sleep now and now I love you," Anastasia replies softly.
"I love you, too. Sweet dreams," Christian breathes and then ends the call.
Rolling on his back, and still gripping his cock, Christian's mind wanders back to wife's delectable body and begins to jerk off. Thinking about Anastasia's long dark hair and her perfect pale skin that slightly flushes when she orgasms, Christian remembers their honeymoon and those silly pink handcuffs he'd cuffed her wrists behind her back while he fucked her mouth, yet the harder and faster he's stroking his cock, he's nowhere near blowing his load. Throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, Christian imagines those silly handcuffs as actual metal cuffs digging into Anastasia's wrists and the welts they will leave on her skin. Even as he concentrates on those glorious red welts and strokes his cock furiously, Christian is no closer to falling off the edge than he was before. Frustration is overtaking him and his mind has drifted to having his wife in ways that she would never allow as he grits his teeth while chasing down his orgasm. Christian is pumping his cock harder than a fourteen-year-old boy is and no matter what he fantasizes about doing to his wife, he realizes he is wasting his time, as his member is now completely flaccid and finally stops. Getting up to wash his hands, Christian stares at his face in the mirror above the sink and wonders what in the hell was going on with him. While Christian has had a few dark fantasies about Anastasia, they have always gotten him off. This time he had lost himself imagining the rougher things he could do to Anastasia but no matter what he saw himself doing to her, nothing had worked. A sudden realization that reverberated throughout his body hit Christian like a brick. His fantasy about Anastasia with metal handcuffs biting into her skin could not get him off because he knew she would never let him do that to her. His fantasy would always remain that, a fantasy and his cock reminded him of that.
Christian made his way back in the bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed, running both hands in his hair while his mind raced to places he had kept at bay for many months now. The sex between him and Anastasia had always been mind-blowing fucks and she had kept him satisfied with those certain acts she had assented to and had begun to enjoy. Christian had been happy with Anastasia not being interested in the harsher aspects of BDSM or her refusal to allow him to punish her. Fuck, until now, he had never really wanted to punish her. Christian holds his head in his hands as he rests his arms on his legs and confusion mixed with a dark arousal has entered his head. Thoughts of his past are intruding into his present and he begins to feel his cock harden. Sasha is strapped to his whipping bench while he canes and then fucks her. Emma is blindfolded with a ball gag in her mouth as Christian pounds into her ass. No matter how hard he tries to block these thoughts, he sees the faces of countless women who have been in his playroom, naked and kneeling by the doorway. A perfect submissive that only cares to please him while their eyes are downcast and call him Sir. The longer Christian sits there and remembers the way his life used to be and the immeasurable joy he had by being in total control, he starts craving it. The longer he sits there, his mind takes over his body, and he sits up straight. What would it hurt to go to a club and jerk off to a scene between a Dominant and a sub? It would not hurt anyone if no one ever found out. If all he did was sitting in a darkened room and watched the scene to ease the weight of his balls, it would be perfectly fine. Anastasia would not like it or understand why he wanted to do this, but it was not cheating. It was just a fantasy while he masturbated, just as he had been doing earlier.
Before he even knew it, Christian had on his black jeans and a black tee shirt. Luckily, he kept a black leather jacket in his apartment here and he slipped it on. He remembered the exact address of Manhattan's most exclusive BDSM club, and fortunately, he was a member. He would have to enter the back and be supplied with a mask to conceal his identity since he was on the cover of last month's Forbes magazine. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen he wrote down the address and called Taylor to tell him he had to be somewhere. Within minutes, an impeccably dressed Taylor was out of his quarters and by the apartment elevator. Both men wore impassive expressions while waiting for the elevator to arrive. Christian knew that Taylor was probably very confused at his boss needing to be somewhere well after midnight and he also knew that Taylor would never ask why and that is exactly, why he had hired him.
Christian waited on the sidewalk as Taylor went to the apartment's parking garage to get the SUV. Christian was shifting on his feet; they appeared to be marching in time with the jumbled thoughts in his mind. He kept telling himself that he was simply going to the club to watch a scene through a one-way window and get himself off. There was no way that entering the club's BDSM environment would spark the previous fire as it once had and he had no doubt this wasn't going to put a kink in the changes Anastasia had brought about. She had loved him enough that it had altered Christian's worldview and even before their first night together, he had been craving to escape the life of loneliness that his dark secret imposed upon him. Anastasia loved him and brought light into his life, taking his last name and made him proud every time they walked into a social event together. Her love would be his anchor tonight and although Christian knew Anastasia would never know about this, he knew that her love would get him through it.
Taylor pulled up to the curb and Christian just jumped in the backseat before Taylor could come around and open his door. Without saying a word, Christian leaned his arm between the front seats and held out the piece of paper that had the club's address on it. "Program that address in the GPS and when we get there drop me off at the side door and park in the back lot. Taylor did as he was told without question. Alone in the back, Christian kept running a hand through his hair and shaking his left leg. His heart was pounding against his chest from excitement as he remembered the way the club looked and even the way it smelled. The second Christian recognized his destination; he immediately felt the temperature inside the SUV take a nosedive and knew it was from Taylor's disgust and disappointment. Christian nearly explained to Taylor that he was not here trolling for a sub but then remembered he was just his employee. Christian opened the door and got out of the SUV the second it came to a stop at the side door. "I'll text you when I'm ready," he gruffly told his CPO. Taylor curtly nodded and once Christian shut the door, he went to back parking lot to wait.
Christian knocked on the door that each member had been instructed to do. A small window slid open and Christian saw the face of a young blonde man who looked like a college kid.
"May I help you, Sir?" The guy even sounded like a college kid.
"Name is C. Grey. Member since 2008 and I'll need a mask." Christian voice and posture seemed to change from a natural born instinct; he now sounded and looked like a Dominant. The kid disappeared for a moment before opening the door and passed Christian a black mask who placed it over his face before entering the club.
"Enjoy yourself, Sir. I'm sure you know where to go." Christian did not even bother to reply and headed downstairs to the club's main area. He heard very loud music before he opened the door, but as soon as he stepped into the club; Christian's cock was already twitching. He looked around the place and despite that he had not been there in a several years, Christian realized that nothing had changed. The same old typical shit was occurring as it does in every BDSM club. Dominants looking for a submissive to scene with, while others sat drinking at the bar. Christian knew the way to the private rooms for D/s play and the rooms where you could watch a couple doing a scene. He approached the bar and ordered himself bourbon on the rocks and while he waited for his drink, Christian looked around at the many submissives that were there looking for a Dominant. There were several that exactly fit Christian's type and his eyes bounced from one to the next, taking in their natural submissive pose, eyes downcast while waiting for a Dominant to approach them. However, Christian had not come to the club looking for a submissive, got his drink, and headed toward the rooms where you could privately take in a scene.
Christian entered the darkened room and locked the door behind him, and after seeing the action happening before him, Christian was quite pleased that he had chosen this particular room. On the other side of the one-way window, Christian watched as a naked Dominant harshly worked over the body a beautiful brown-haired sub with a whip. Blindfolded with a ball gag covering her mouth, the sub was suspended and her toes were barely touching the floor. Her petite and naked body was beautifully covered in pink welts and her head thrown back in ecstasy from the pain of the whip. Christian removed his mask and placed his drink on a table beside the only chair in the room. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down in one swift motion before sitting in the chair. Christian had not averted his eyes from the exquisite scene before him as his rock hard erection was throbbing painfully. Christian began to stroke his cock furiously as could not tear his eyes away from the subs waxed pussy or her arousal that was running down her legs. Christian had forgotten how he had justified his decision to come here and felt that this was perfect, this is right. The Dominant's cock is so hard you can see the veins protruding from it. Tossing the whip aside, the Dominant kneels down to lap the juice running down the submissives legs. Christian feels his own tongue running up and down her things and imagines the way her arousal must taste. The Dom stands up, wraps the subs legs around his waist, and pushes her against the wall before impaling her with his cock. Although he cannot hear the couple, Christian watches her mouth open in what must be a scream. Christian can feel his balls drawing up and his cum building up. Suddenly, the man withdraws from the sub, tosses her on the bed, and must order her to lay face down and he resumes fucking her and pulling her long brown hair and jerking her head back. Christian only needed to see that long brunette hair viciously jerked back for his cock to explode, groaning, and throwing his own head back. He pumps his cock until every drop of cum exits his body and his panting slows. Christian stands to pull his pants up and walks to the side of the window to get a better view of the submissive. The scene continues for quite awhile as the Dominant continues fucking this little sub. Christian is positive the Dominant must have excellent orgasm denial skills since he has lasted so long and since the sub has not had an orgasm, the Dom must be refusing to allow her to have one. Around the time Christian is bored and goes to leave, the submissive arches her back and Christian can tell she is screaming. It only takes her Dominant a few more thrusts until it is obvious he is emptying himself deep inside of her. The curtains to the window close and Christian throws his bourbon back in one swallow and leaves the room.
Christian feels the same as he did before coming to the club; he has not cheated on his wife, he has simply found a way to get off. Looking at his watch, he sees it's nearly one in the morning and places his mask back on and gets up to leave the club. For a reason he will later reflect on, instead of turning toward the club's exit, Christian heads back to the main room and sits at the bar and orders another bourbon. Scrutinizing each sub sitting along the bar, Christian's cock has hardened again. He knows that just doing this he has crossed a line and suddenly admits to himself it is a line he has often thought of crossing. There are several beautiful with long brown hair, but one, in particular, catches his eye. This sub's perfect brown hair is long and wavy like his wife's and as if he acts on natural instinct, Christian looks down at his platinum wedding ring and removes it and shoves it a front pocket of his jeans, and gets off the bar stool to make his way toward her. Christian stands beside her and appraises her perfect body. The woman's body is deliciously pale and her eyes cast down.
"You may look at me," he orders her using his commanding Dom voice. The submissive immediately complies and Christian is pleased to know that someone has trained her well. His rock hard erection presses into the zipper of his jeans when he sees her eyes are a perfect cerulean blue. "What is your name?" All thoughts of his sleeping wife in Seattle are no longer in his mind.
"Hillary, Sir," She replies softly and deferential. Her voice has Christian feeling as if he had jumped from an airplane without a parachute.
"Are you looking for a new Dom Hillary?" Christian's gray eyes have nearly darkened to black from his arousal.
"Yes, Sir." The subs voice has become low, husky, and Christian smirks underneath his mask. He knows what she wants from him.
"Would you be willing to do a scene tonight, Hillary? She lowers her eyes to the floor again before answering a quiet, "Yes, Sir."
"Then follow me." Christian turns and heads to the rooms set aside for the customers use as the submissive walks behind him, her head lowered.
They enter a dark room as the one Christian was previously in only this one is designed as a BDSM dungeon with every implement Christian could choose from. Christian's blood is coursing through his veins like fire and he cannot believe how long he has deprived himself of this. Christian never removes the mask he is wearing and turns to the beautiful woman before him. The only furniture in the room is wooden chair, a king size bed covered in plastic and a cabinet that held everything required for a scene.
"Strip, slowly, but leave on the stilettos," Christian orders her gruffly with a tone that warns her not defy him. The minute they entered this room Christian became her Dominant and she would willingly submit to him.
"Yes, Sir."
The woman's eyes are cast down as she complies with her Dominant's order. Ever so slowly, she unbuttons her low cut sheer blouse that reveals a black bra. The shirt is tied at the bottom and exposes her waist. Christian takes in her perfect tits after her shirt and bra hit the floor. He takes his time removing his clothes and can feel the palatable anticipation around them. Christian wears a wicked smirk under his mask imagining what she will think when she gets her first look at his impressive rock hard cock that is dripping with pre-cum. The sub is out of her skintight leather mini shirt that reveals she is not wearing any panties. Christian cannot wait to have his hands on her flawless pale skin.
"Tell me your last name." Christian is an expert Dominant that can speak in a menacing tone while hiding the lust in his voice.
"Miss Wilkins, Sir."
"Well, Miss Wilkins, aren't you a dirty little girl walking around without her panties? Tell me, do you enjoy flaunting your cunt?"
"Ye…Yes, Sir."
"As I thought. Keep your eyes down and turn your back to me." Her instant compliance makes Christian smile and he quickly braids her hair. "Turn around but do not look at me."
"Yes, Sir."
"What are your hard limits, Miss Wilkins?" If anyone would have said the name Anastasia, Christian would have asked, "Anastasia, who?"
"Vaginal and anal fisting, Sir." Christian could deal with those. He was standing so closely to her that he knew her downcast eyes could see his cock. Christian moved to a cabinet that held several drawers, and removed a condom and several instruments for both pleasure and pain. Stalking back to Miss Wilkins like a predator, he gets behind her to apply a blindfold and ball gag and pushes his erection in between her butt cheeks.
"Fisting of any kind are your hard limits so tell me how high your pain threshold is."
"It is very high, Sir." Christian knows he is going to really enjoy little Miss Wilkins who is pressing her thighs together tightly.
"Have you ever safe worded, Miss Wilkins?" His mouth is directly over her ear an after whispering his question, Christian slowly licks it and causes her body to shiver.
"Never, Sir."
"What are your safe words, Miss Wilkins?"
"Yellow and red, Sir."
"Remember them. Since I am going to gag you, hold this small bell and ring it twice for yellow and once for red. Repeat to me what I just said."
"You said you are going to gag me and that I am to ring the bell twice for yellow and once for red."
"Oh, Miss Wilkins. Think about whom you are speaking to and how you are to address me. How is a little sub supposed to address her Dominant?" Christian's cock just managed to get harder knowing that little Miss Wilkins just made her first infraction and will be punished. Christian's favorite thing in life is handing out a well-deserved punishment and they bring him indescribable pleasure.
"Sir. I was supposed to call you Sir." Miss Wilkins sounds contrite, but Christian recognizes how turned on she has become by the sound of her voice.
"Miss Wilkins, if I allow you to come, you are to say, 'Thank you, Sir.' Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
Miss Wilkins remains where she has been standing stock still for several minutes. Christian considers making her stand throughout their scene knowing how exhausting it is for the submissive and then looks at the wooden chair. Christian moves the chair close enough to her ass and pushes her on it. "I'm going to have my way with you now, Miss Wilkins," He softly tells her and he leans beside her head. Christian grabs her arms and pulls them behind her back so he can secure them with a pair of metal handcuffs. He is aware if she fights them, they will dig into her wrists painfully and leave her with beautiful red indentations. Christian covers her eyes with the blindfold, places the ball gag over her, and grins as her body tenses. Christian grabs the Jute rope and ties her ankles to the back legs of the chair. Jute rope is Christian's favorite rope because it is coarse and quite painful if you pull against it. He then spreads Miss Wilkins' thighs as far apart as they will go and ties them to the chair's front legs. Christian walks around the chair to assess how well he has bound her and stops to admire her glistening pussy that is on full display since Christian tied her thighs apart leaving her spread eagle and wide open.
"If you hadn't been flaunting that shaved cunt of yours, Miss Wilkins, I would have taken your panties and shoved them in your mouth."
Christian drops to his knees and leans closely to her right breast. He knows Miss Wilkins can feel his breath as he watches her nipples harden.
"Miss Wilkins, you are not allowed to utter one noise or move one muscle. Do. You. Understand. Me." Christian sounds menacing as he speaks to her and the gagged woman nods her head.
"You're a good little sub, even if you enjoy teasing Dom's by flaunting that cunt." He is belittling her and it is arousing him beyond measure.
Christian roughly seizes her right nipple between his thumb and finger. Slowly, deliberately, he rolls it between his fingers and then squeezes it harder, pinching it in a tight grip. He continues using his fingers on her right nipple and then takes her left nipple into his mouth, slowly licking and sucking it until biting down on it hard. Christian then switches nipples, using his teeth to pull on them and biting down on them again. Miss Wilkins has kept quiet but her body has started to tremble, causing Christian to bite down on her right nipple that is meant as a warning. Christian pulls away from her breasts and picks up the nipple clamps beside his leg. Without preamble, he applies the clamps to both nipples, smirking at her as she struggles to remain quiet and not move despite the pain. Christian tugs on the chain and watches as her nipples elongate.
"You look exquisite like this, Miss Wilkins."
Christian remains on his knees and lowers himself until his face is between her spread open thighs. He softly blows on her clit and gazes on her beautiful shaved and wet pussy. Christian uses the tip of his tongue to softly flick on her clit and watches it swell. He knows he is torturing this little sub by softly swirling his wet, hot tongue on her clit, moving it around in small gentle circles and watches as wetness begins to ooze from her pussy. Christian's tongue begins to move faster and then he begins to suck on it as Miss Wilkins begins to breathe harder. He continues sucking her until he can no longer stand the sight of her juices pouring out of her and begins lapping them up furiously until he finally thrusts his tongue inside her. Removing his tongue, Christian keeps his mouth on her pussy and growls "Don't you fucking come, Miss Wilkins. You are already in for one hell of a punishment but you now have my permission to move. But do not fucking make a sound."
Then Christian thrusts his tongue inside of her once more and begins to fuck her with it, causing Miss Wilkins to buck against her restraints. Christian smiles, knowing that the coarse rope around her ankles and thighs are hurting her. He continues thrusting his tongue into her but pulls it out only to thrust two fingers in her pussy, moving them around in circles and applying pressure to the front of her inner walls. With his free hand, he reaches up and pulls on the chain of the nipple clamps until her nipples painfully stretch. Christian begins to eat her as he fucks her with his fingers until he feels a slight quiver of her inner walls and he immediately stops, laughing aloud. Miss Wilkins is writhing in the chair and trying to push her pussy toward him.
"I felt that, Miss Wilkins and remember I said that you could not come, so control it. Do you understand what I am fucking saying?" Christian spits his words out through gritted teeth and decides to push her further to the edge to see if she can hang on to it. He inserts his two fingers back inside of her and is licking and sucking her clit until he takes one finger out and slides it into her ass. Miss Wilkins is now being finger fucked in both holes while her Dom further tortures her with his mouth on her clit. She is still complying with Christian's orders to remain quiet although she is writhing and pulling against the rope.
"My little cunt likes me to fuck her with my fingers while I suck on her clit, doesn't she? What a fucking dirty girl."
Christian watches Miss Wilkins' primal reaction as she arches her back and is trying like hell to quiet her breathing because she is afraid her Dominant will say it is considered making noise.
Christian can feel her frustration at not being able to orgasm and for his own sadistic pleasure he resumes his attempts of pushing her over the edge, only this time he is being much rougher with her. Christian does give her credit though, despite her helpless situation, Miss Wilkins has obeyed him. For Christian fucked up mind, the fact that she has obeyed him makes him suddenly stop and uses an open hand to spank her pussy so hard Miss Wilkins' writhing increases as she continues struggling with her restraints. After the sixth slap, Christian roughly thrusts three fingers deep inside of her, pulls them out, and then resumes hitting her pussy. When Christian administers his final blow, he reaches up to quickly release the nipple clamps and wears a devilish grin knowing the pleasurable pain she just experienced causes her to throw back her head and arch her back.
Christian stands up to look at Miss Wilkins and thinks it is a fucking shame she is from the East coast since she seems like a perfect submissive. He looks around the room and quickly decides what to do next. Christian unties her ankles and thighs and unlocks the handcuffs, and throws them on the bed. She remains gagged and blindfolded so Christian leads her to the plastic covered bed.
"Lay on your stomach." Christian is very impressed at the way Miss Wilkins immediately follows his orders and can see someone trained her well. Christian puts the handcuffs back on her wrists to restrain her arms around her back and double checks that she is still holding onto the bell. He then gets more rope and pulls her body down until he is able to tie her ankles to the bedposts. He grabs her by the hips to lift her ass in the air, lubes a rather large butt plug, and inserts it deep inside her. Her body tenses, but her breathing tells him she is looking forward to whatever he has in store for her, pain, or pleasure. Christian then grabs a vibrating dildo and lubricates it, watching it slide into Miss Wilkins' pussy. Christian chuckles when he turns it on and watches her body practically come off the bed.
"That's a good girl, Miss Wilkins. I am going to turn the vibration on high so I know your pussy is quivering for me to fuck you. You no longer have to remain quiet and move, but you are not to come, Miss Wilkins. Do you understand? Nod once if you understand me." She nods once and Christian is grinning while he turns the vibrator on high and listens to her moaning uncontrollably.
Christian looks around the room's walls for something to punish Miss Wilkins with and picks out a cane that he swings out in front of him. Christian closes his eyes at the very sound of it; it is like hearing the voice of a long lost friend. He looks at the beautiful sight on the bed before him and knows if he does not fuck her soon his balls are going to explode. He does not remember a time in his life that his cock has ever been this hard or he has ever wanted a woman this badly. Christian is holds the cane in one hand and begins to stroke his long cock with the other while he watches and listens as Miss Wilkins is coming undone on the bed from the vibrator in her pussy. He continues stroking himself as he walks back to the bed and pictures the glorious way he is about to make her skin look. Letting go of his cock, he once again bends directly into her ear. "That pussy spanking you got wasn't your punishment, Miss Wilkins. I am going to cane you twenty times for your infraction of not calling me Sir. Nod if you understand why you're to be punished." She nods again while her body trembles and her breathing shallow. Christian can read the bodies of these little masochistic girls and he knew her pleasurable moaning and groaning were coming from the enjoyment she was experiencing not being able to come. At the mention of the cane, Christian watched the anticipation of pain only increase her panting and attempts to writhe although restrained. He is surprised her ankles are not bleeding since she has pulled against that coarse rope for so long.
Christian's mind calms as it digs into his psyche where he punishes little girls who break his rules. The pleasure and excitement this gives Christian is nearly enough for him to blow his load all over this subs back. He starts running a hand from the middle of her back all the way to her upper thighs. They are about to be a breathtaking pink with raised red welts. Exactly what Miss Wilkins came here for and exactly what she is going to get.
"Since you are gagged and can't count each strike, I will do it for you. Remember the bell you are holding in case you need to safe word. To reiterate why you are being punished, you failed to address your Dom as 'Sir'. Nod twice if you understand everything I said." Christian brings down the cane the minute she nods her head and between clenched teeth he grits out each blow until he reaches twenty. Once he properly punished this sub, his mind switches from inflicting pain upon her to his own sexual pleasure and drops the cane.
Christian gets on the bed, turns off the vibrating dildo, and suddenly jerks it out of Miss Wilkins and wickedly smiles as she nearly orgasms from it. Before the dildo has a chance to hit the floor, Christian puts on the condom and slams his cock balls deep inside of her. Christian slowly pulls his cock out, quickly removes the ball gag, and then slams into her again. He falls in love with the tight, wet pussy that he was positive she had. He twists her braided hair around his wrist and pulls it roughly.
"You may come, Miss Wilkins. I want to hear the way you sound as you come while I am fucking you hard. Do you understand me?" He jerks her braid harder to make his point.
"Yes, yes…oh…Sir. I… understand," She replies while panting through a drawn out moan.
He starts fucking her so hard that her body is jerking forward, her ankle restraints are cutting into her skin, and she is screaming incoherently. Christian thrusts increase in speed and aggressiveness and within a matter of seconds, he feels Miss Wilkins pussy clench onto his cock and spasms around him as she screams through the orgasm that overtakes her. Christian pounds into her at a more furious pace and she does her best to lift her ass up so he can get his cock in farther. He feels her walls as they once again start quivering and he reaches around to rub her clit. Miss Wilkins orgasms yet again, crying out, and moaning as she struggles against her restraints as her body shakes violently.
"That's a good girl, Miss Wilkins. Just lay there and take this hard fuck I'm giving your cunt." Christian's voice is hoarse and he is breathing harder but he never breaks the violent rhythm that has this little brown haired woman writhing underneath him as she moans and continues fighting her restraints. Christian knows about orgasm denial due to years with Elena, so he could continue fucking this young woman until she passes out. Sweat is pouring off of him and rolling from underneath the mask, and with one hand, he pulls on Miss Wilkins braid, sticks the thumb of his other hand in her ass, and moves it in and out harshly, causing her to throw her head back and scream even louder than she already was.
Once again, he feels a vice like grip on his cock and Miss Wilkins is making a noise that sounds more like a growl. Christian knows she is rapidly approaching her third orgasm but he refuses to allow her to have one. Knowing he is about to come, he decides to be especially cruel by thrusting into her faster and reaches around to her clit and pinches it and will not let go. Miss Wilkins is panting and moaning and Christian realizes she is about to fall off the edge, so he impales her with two more violent thrusts and then explodes inside of her. She does not hide her frustration as she keeps raising up her ass for a thrust of his cock but Christian quickly pulls out of her, gets off the bed, pulls the condom off, and tosses it into the garbage. Christian unties her raw ankles, and rubs them for her. Miss Wilkins pulled against the coarse rope for so long it has caused red marks and rope burn around her ankles.
"Did my little cunt flaunting sub like my big cock fucking her?" Christian sneers at her. Tonight he feels like punishing Miss Wilkins with verbal humiliation.
As if a man who has been lost in a desert and has finally found himself water, Christian's return to his past of BDSM is long from over. He is already searching the room and deciding what to do with little Miss Wilkins next. She is still lying face down on the bed, her head turned toward the wall, and her hair saturated with sweat. Christian glanced at her prone body and thought she looks a lot like Anastasia does when she is lying in their bed. Anastasia. Christian's stomach drops and he looks away from the sub. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he suddenly wakes up from his surroundings and he cannot fathom that he had believed he would be able to walk into a BDSM club to 'just watch a scene' and just be able to leave. He knew the little thoughts of his previous lifestyle had been sporadically popping up in his head, but he would always have Anastasia to keep them at bay. He should have fucking forced her to come on this trip with him and none of this would have happened.
Christian has forgotten all about Miss Wilkins lying on the bed with her arms still restrained with handcuffs behind her back. Christian is pulling at his hair with both hands. He is in agony over what he has just done to his wife and his marriage and if he were capable of tears, Christian would be crying. Why, oh, why had Anastasia not put him first and just came to New York with him? Anastasia has just forced him to break his marriage vows and has placed him in a vulnerable position to fully return to this shit way of life. Fucking hell. He thought he had found the only angel left on this planet and she would protect him with her goodness. Could she not see that he is not capable of living a nice and normal life free from the despicable acts that happen in rooms of a club like this? Christian can feel anger rising inside of him as he thinks of how his wife had let him down. It is the same form of anger that his birth mother left him to feel and now Anastasia was just like her. He had taken her hand and followed the light, even bringing him back to his family. However, where is she now? Where is Anastasia's hand and her light at now? It is across the country asleep in a comfortable bed, probably dreaming of rescuing cats from trees and he has just had a hard-core BDSM scene in a BDSM club where he just beat the shit out of her look-alike with a cane. She vowed in front of their friends and family to give him comfort and care for his every need, yet she had not done that. They are both complete failures. Anastasia failed at being a good person and turning Christian into a good person.
Christian picked up the ropes and threw them in the Biohazard trash that each room now had. Christian scoffed at the irony of such an idea in a place like this and tossed the toys he used on Miss Wilkins in the sink where the club attendants would clean them. He walked to the bed and although Christian was burning with rage directed at his wife, he gently helped Miss Wilkins up. He must have been in deep thought for a while because from the looks of it, she had fallen asleep. Christian smirked at himself and thought he must have worn her out and then felt a painful blow to the stomach as if Anastasia had just punched him for thinking that way. A naked Miss Wilkins is sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms still restrained and eyes on the floor. Christian removes the blindfold and gently massages her shoulders and neck silently cursing the woman he married and the fact she had not fixed shit about his sick ass. Now he has spent hours in Sodom and Gomorrah, first with his fucking pants pulled down jacking it while watching a Dom and his sub. After that, he apparently lost all sense of reason, went into the club, got a sub, fucked, and punished her. The cherry on that pile of shit is knowing he had chosen her because she resembles his wife. So here, he is, Christian Grey, a married man completely naked with a mask on his face to protect his identity and he is doing aftercare on some sub he just committed adultery with. His parents would be so proud and Elena would be laughing and telling him that she told him so. It appears as if he should have listened to his friend.
"Miss Wilkins, you may look at me." Christian sounds resigned and pissed off and he picks up the key to the handcuffs to free her wrists.
"Thank you, Sir."
Christian glanced at her face as he begins to tell her to turn around so he can unlock the handcuffs. That one quick glance was straight in Miss Wilkins eyes. He had forgotten they were a perfect cerulean blue and made her resemble Anastasia even more. She is looking up at him expectantly and the fact Christian feels as though he is looking at his wife, his anger is burning into a rage as he remembers how she pushed him back down this path. He knows the only thing Miss Wilkins can see are his gray eyes that are surely clouded by anger and as much as Christian knows of submissive minds, he knows that Miss Wilkins is being aroused as she stares into his angry eyes. Christian recognized that this little brown haired girl liked pain. His was on the inside and hers the outside and the more rage he felt toward Anastasia, has made Christian reconsider if he wants to take off her handcuffs or have another scene. This was the first time since that night in February where he really felt like punishing his wife, but she was not here for him to do it. Who was here was an Anastasia look alike. A beautiful and petite brown-haired woman. A woman who had perfectly pale skin and blue eyes like his wife. As Christian continued to bore his eyes into those of this submissive, he knew she was letting him know she did not want to leave this room just yet. Christian's decision was not even a decision; it was more of a reaction as he realized his cock was hard as a rock and pointing directly at Miss Wilkins.
"Stand up and look down, Miss Wilkins." Christian the Dominant orders her. He wonders how much of his anger is going to decorate the skin of Miss Wilkins. In addition, with a wicked smile he hopes she does do something and fuck up so he can beat the shit out of her.
Just as a well trained submissive, she does so immediately, but Christian expected her to verbally acknowledge him and show him the respect he deserved as her Dominant.
"Did I fuck away your voice or did you just ignore what I said you fucking cunt." Christian's voice is low, but his words are sadistic. Her body language indicated that he had intimidated her and that pleased Christian in a manner that was very dark and disturbing.
"No, Sir. I didn't mean to appear as though I was ignoring you, Sir."
"Miss Wilkins, you have just earned another punishment. What can I do with a little slut like you?" His belittlement punishment felt good, so good he was going to use while he physically punished Miss Wilkins.
"Whatever you see fit, Sir." Miss Wilkins sounds meek, but Christian thinks he heard excited anticipation in her words. A true masochist, he thought.
"Are you still enjoying that butt plug I shoved up your ass, Miss Wilkins?" Christian wants her anticipation mixed with arousal and some fear.
"Very much so, Sir."
Christian looks up to the suspension cuff and bar set and decides to have her hanging helplessly from it.
"Remove your shoes. Now you slut." The darker Dominant inside of Christian has come out to play and this time he is going to push little Miss Wilkins and find out how far she can go. Christian watches as she turns from him and bends over to kick off her shoes and knows she only did it to give him a direct view between her legs. He shakes his head at her knowing what she is in for.
"Stand underneath the suspension bar so I can put on the leather cuffs that attach to the bar. Have you ever been suspended? I'm sure a slut like you has been." Christian does not even need to pay attention as he places the fur lined leather cuffs on Miss Wilkins. Christian takes a moment to stroke his cock, admiring the perfection of her body suspended before him, her toes barely touching the floor.
"Yes, Sir, I have been."
"I'm going to tear that butt plug right out of you, Miss Wilkins. I can think of something a hell of a lot bigger to ram into your ass and you are going to take every inch I pound into it." Christian places his finger inside her to remove it and her body shivers, leaving goose bumps all over her body. After removing it, he goes to the sink, tosses it in, and goes to the cabinet for another condom.
Christian circles her suspended body trying to decide on a proper punishment. One harsh enough that Anastasia will feel while she dreams of fucking kitty cats and unicorns.
"You look lovely hanging like that, Miss Wilkins." Christian growls at her.
"Thank you, Sir." Christian does not imagine anything as lovely as looking upon a woman in a perfect submissive pose, her eyes on the floor and obeying his every order, and about to have the shit beat out of her.
"Miss Wilkins, you know I have to punish you now. Can you tell me why you deserve to be punished?"
"Yes, Sir. As your submissive I failed to acknowledge your order or show you respect by referring to you as Sir."
"That's a good cunt." Christian has moved behind her and is holding a leather belt. Before he starts to punish her, he notices that she is already so aroused that she is drenched and it is starting to run down her thighs. Christian reaches down, uses two fingers to wipe it off with, and then shoves his fingers in her mouth. "Suck," he orders and she greedily sucks her own taste on his fingers. Christian cannot resist thrusting his fingers in her wet pussy before bringing the belt on her. Miss Wilkins lets out a little moan when Christian roughly thrusts three fingers in her pussy and pumps them several times making her head fall back. As suddenly as he inserted them, he jerks his fingers out and smears them down her back.
"Miss Wilkins, I'm going to punish you with a belt. I am going to give you twenty lashes and after each one, you are to say 'Thank you, Sir.' Do you understand me?" Christian grins at the way the tips of her toes barely touch the floor and he walks closer to her.
"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."
"Just like I understand that you not only enjoy my physically punishing you, Miss Wilkins, it's obvious from your drenched cunt that you also enjoy hearing me belittle you. Is that correct, Miss Wilkins? Does that make you wet for me?"
"Yes, Sir. It does, Sir," Miss Wilkins replies in a breathless turned on voice. Christian chooses to ignore her.
Christian goes back to that place in his mind where he finds the arousal and joy of being able to beat the shit out of these little brown-haired subs. He slowly rises up his arm and brings the belt down with as much force as he can so it sharply lands on the bottom of Miss Wilkins ass and the tops of her thighs. Christian closed his eyes at the wonderful sound the belt made as it landed on her flesh and the low moan he heard coming from her. Christian would be more turned on if those moans were from his failure of a wife.
"Thank you, Sir." Miss Wilkins pants from her want of the pain Christian is launching on her.
Christian wields the belt with adept and masterful blows. He delivers the other nineteen blows with every bit of his strength and imagines this woman is Anastasia. Sometimes he purposely avoided her ass and struck her on the back and up and down her legs, but Miss Wilkins did as she had been ordered and thanked him for every blow. She is loudly moaning and writhing from the pain, her arousal gloriously displayed on her thighs. After he punishes her, Christian removes her from the suspension bar, but is in no way done with her and from looking at her glistening pussy; she does not want him to be.
"Be a good cunt and wrap your hand around this big cock of mine. Do it now." If Christian gritted his teeth much harder, they would break into bits.
"Yes, Sir." Miss Wilkins grabs Christian's cock and holds it in her hand.
"That's what I'm going to pound into your ass, Miss Wilkins. What do you think about that? Remember how this big cock pounded your pussy? Well, that's what I'm about to do to your tiny asshole."
"Yes, Sir. I look forward to that, Sir." Her reply makes Christian laugh loudly.
"Well, even if you didn't you cunt, I'd still fuck you with it."
"Yes, Sir."
"Bend over and place your hands on the floor." Christian has ordered her into an uncomfortable position for a reason. He then gets onto his knees and waits for her response.
"Yes, Sir." Miss Wilkins quickly complies, her ass in Christian's face.
"Keep your balance, Miss Wilkins and do not move a fucking inch." Christian's anger evident in his voice.
"Yes, Sir." Christian does not miss that her voice is evidence that she is turned on by his obvious anger. Another sign of a true masochist he muses.
Once she addresses him properly, Christian buries his face in her pussy and gently flicks his tongue on her clit that elicits a moaning whimper from the woman before him. He keeps flicking his tongue in a gentle but torturous fashion and Miss Wilkins whimpers. Her moans grow louder, but she still has not moved. Christian's tongue applies more pressure on her clit and he slowly licks it in a circular motion. He then sucks on it harshly and causes Miss Wilkins to cry out loudly and her chest begins to heave. Christian alternates licking and sucking her clit and begins biting it as the room is filled with her frantic moans. He finally shoves his entire tongue into her pussy and begins to fuck her with it, causing the woman to let out a full-fledged scream. Christian pulls his mouth away and in a menacing tone says, "Do. Not. Come., "
Miss Wilkins replies in a shaky voice, "Yes, Sir."
Christian then shoves his tongue back inside her and begins to lick her front to back, licking, and rolling his tongue along her ass. He pushes two fingers in her pussy, pulls them out, and smears her glistening wetness over her asshole. He tries to get her to move by continuing his oral assault on her ass and pussy. Quite impressively, she does not move an inch and Christian's rock hard erection is ready to fuck. He stands up and tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom on his cock.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass now, Miss Wilkins. Be a good girl and remain exactly as you are while I ram my big cock into you."
"Yes, Sir." Her answer is a desperate moan. Miss Wilkins' complete submission has made Christian's cock to throb.
Christian once again lubricates her asshole with her pussy juice that is oozing out of her and he positions himself at her entrance.
"Get ready, Miss Wilkins. I am going to be quite rough with you, but I think that's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, please, Sir."
Her begging pleases Christian immensely. "Ah, little Miss Wilkins, that's right. Beg me for it. Beg me, again, you dirty whore."
"Yes, Sir. Please fuck my ass, Sir. I want your big cock in my ass, Sir." Christian rational mind finds her words disgusting but his body and cock are betraying him.
Christian slams his large cock into her with a force that makes her scream out in pleasure. The violent force that Christian used nearly sent the beautiful brown-haired woman flying forward and he grabbed hold of her hips. He holds onto her hips and begins fucking her ass so hard he hears his balls loudly slapping her against her ass. Miss Wilkins is moaning from deep in her throat and crying out with each of Christian's ferocious thrusts. He is fucking her in the same hard rhythm as before and has deliriously lost himself pounding his huge cock inside her tiny and tight little ass. Christian digs his fingers into Miss Wilkins hips and she throws her head back. He is vaguely aware of her loud cries, but he is very aware she is enjoying every vicious slam. The anger he feels at his wife spurs him on to fuck this sub harder than he has fucked another woman and looking at Miss Wilkins back, Christian admires the pretty design he gave her with each biting blow of the belt. Christian then pictures Anastasia's back looking the same, but squeezes his eyes closed at the thought because he knows it was sick, but his anger pushes his thoughts away. Just the thought of his wife's name makes him pull his cock out a little so he can ram it back harder. This thrust causes Miss Wilkins to lose her balance and Christian cannot hold her up because they are both slick with sweat. Luckily, she is within reach of the chair and grabs a hold of the back of it to keep from falling. Now that she's holding onto to something, Christian is able to lift one of her legs, allowing his cock to go even deeper into her ass. At this point, a shaking Miss Wilkins is keening and Christian knows that she is waiting for his permission to come, but he will not give it. There are two women living inside his head who need to be punished in a vicious and cruel manner and Christian gives it to them imagining this punishment fuck is to their ass. Maybe until they bleed. Unfortunately, they aren't here to take his wrath, but little Miss Wilkins is and he's watching her take the pain like the good little sub she is and even wants more of him.
"Put the leg I'm holding on the chair," Christian grunts out. He has been ramming into her for at least fifteen minutes and despite sounding exhausted, Christian is far from letting himself go. Alternatively, he is far from letting go of the desire to punish those that deserve to be punished. Christian is pleased with the orgasm denial he was taught by Elena's expert tutelage. It is all about self-control she told him. It is why Christian is still fucking Miss Wilkins fast and furiously and nowhere near ready to stop.
Miss Wilkins is barely able to utter the reply, "Yes, Sir." Her panting is shallow and her body is violently quivering.
Once she's able to raise her trembling leg on the chair, Christian reaches around to find her clit and pinches it hard as he continues to pound into her, his breathing is labored and hard, his body covered in sweat and pouring underneath the mask. Christian feels Miss Wilkins legs tremble from standing so long and listens as she loudly moans and cries out. Christian knows she must be overwhelmed with pleasure and frustration from not having his permission to come. Christian pinches her clit painfully and finally gives her permission to come immediately, Christian feels the quiver of her impending orgasm, the orgasm that brings a heavenly tightness only an ass fucking can give you. Miss Wilkins has clamped onto his cock and he feels as if her ass will never let go. She screams louder than she has all night as she continues to come as Christian prolongs her orgasm by fucking her as hard as he can and painfully twisting her clit between two of his fingers that nearly brings her to her knees. Christian cannot recall any of his former subs tolerating such a punishing ass fucking and he knows he will have to find a way to keep little Miss Wilkins.
"Thank you, for letting me come, Sir," Miss Wilkins exhaustion exuding with each word.
Christian ignores her and tires of the game he had played with her. He continues his almost torturous pounding to Miss Wilkins, who has her head thrown back and emitting animalistic cries throughout the room. Christian is finally ready to let himself go, and once again, he painfully twists the brown-haired woman's clit causing her to cry out again. With one more forceful thrust and hearing her cry of pain, Christian allows himself to reach an intense climax that nearly blinds him as he feels his balls filling her up. As soon as he has come, Christian quickly pulls out of her and watches Miss Wilkins remain in the position he had ordered her in. Her pants are slowing as her body slowly stops to quiver although her legs continue to tremble due to the exhaustion from standing so long.
"You may get up now, Miss Wilkins," Christian says with a smirk under his mask that is wet from his pouring sweat. Watching her struggle to stand, Christian helps her walk to the bed.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You can look up now, Miss Wilkins. Our scene is over."
"Yes, Sir." Once again, her beautiful blue eyes are shining up at him.
"I assume you know the shower is behind that door in the corner. I'll have mine first and once you're done with yours, I'd like to offer you a proposition."
Christian does not wait for a reply, picks up his clothes, and stalks off into the small shower room. When he is done showering, Christian pulls his jeans up and feels his wedding ring in his pocket. If there was a mirror in the room, he knew if he looked into it, he would see a face of pure disgust. Christian slips the mask back on before leaving the room.
After both are both showered and recovered from their marathon scene, Christian has her sit in the wooden chair and puts on his CEO persona. Hillary Wilkins now looks and speaks confidently and Christian is pleased she is not a mindless airhead.
"Hillary, I trust you're from this area?"
"Yes, I live in Brooklyn." Christian stares at her as he contemplates on how to turn her into his latest acquisition.
"How old are you and what is your occupation?"
Hillary Wilkins furrows her brow and appears confused but curious.
"I'm twenty-one and a recent graduate of Sarah Lawrence. I'm still looking for permanent employment, but for now I am a substitute teacher at a local pre-school."
Sarah Lawrence, Christian thinks. Impressive. "If you don't have a full-time job may I inquire as to where you live?" Christian is beginning to think that Hillary Wilkins could easily be persuaded to relocate.
"I moved back in with my parents after I graduated college." Even better.
"You're only twenty-one but are clearly an experienced sub. How long have you been into the lifestyle?" Her youth and the way she gave him full submission fascinates Christian.
"Since I was a freshman in college. I met a guy who was into the scene and took me to various clubs."
"I hate to seem as if I'm interrogating you and I assure you that I'm asking these questions for a purpose. Have you ever been a contracted sub or do you only play at clubs?"
"Both. I've had 3 contractual relationships."
Christian cannot believe his luck, but he knows this might be a hard sell.
"Hillary, I would very much like to contract you as my submissive. The only catch is that I live three-thousand miles away and since I am wearing a mask, I assume you realize that is to keep my BDSM lifestyle hidden. Would you be interested in looking at my standard contract as well as our mutual hard and soft limits? I can also offer you a contract that will guarantee you receive many benefits."
"Three-thousand miles away? What state? What city?"
"Seattle, Washington. We can meet tomorrow and I will have all the paperwork for you to go over. Is this something you'd be interested in doing?"
Christian is scrutinizing Hillary's face and finally finds that she has worked out that he must be someone of stature and perhaps a lot of money. She smiles at him.
"Yes, I'd be willing to meet you and see what you have to offer. How will we contact one another so I will know where to meet you?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I will handle it. Now, we had better be going. It's very late and the club is probably close to closing up shop."
Hillary appears perplexed at Christian's words concerning how he would get her contact information but stands as he opens the door for her as they leave.
"I will speak with you in the morning, Hillary. It's been a pleasure."
With that, Christian turned around, made his way outside, and called Welch for an immediate background check on one Hillary Wilkins of Brooklyn, NY. The closer he gets to the SUV, Christian looks at the impassive and bored expression on Taylor's face but does not mistake the anger in his eyes. Taylor steps out to open the door for Christian without looking at him and they head back to Christian's apartment in complete silence.
Back at his penthouse, Christian fires off an email to Ros telling her to either reschedule their morning meeting or just go without him. He then digs through his computer documents and finds the hidden folders containing an NDA, the contract and the copies of his soft and hard limits. He then draws up an incentive contract for Miss Wilkins to sweeten the deal and make it so appealing only a fool would turn it down. Christian then completes each document and prints them all off. Minutes later, his phone alerts him to an email from Welch and contains the background check on Hillary Wilkins. Christian adds her phone number and email address to the contact list in his telephone and then begins to undress and get into bed. When he goes to remove his jeans, Christian hears something hit the wood floor and sees it is the platinum wedding band Anastasia placed on his finger just several months prior. Christian lies back on the bed and holds the band in the air above him. He looks at the band and then over to the bedside table where he has placed the stack of papers to be given to Miss Wilkins. Christian places his wedding ring on his chest and is awash with guilt and disgust. He should have never thought he could be a man that could marry a nice woman, settle down with her, and raise a family. Christian knows he has the mind and the soul of a human being that cannot be straightened out, but for some deluded reason Christian thought Anastasia was capable of doing it. He also knows that his anger had been irrational and he used it to justify his actions and laying the blame at Anastasia's feet. From the blackest shadows that had hidden away in Christian's mind, he finally opened his eyes to the fact he did not deserve love or Anastasia's devotion. He was sick and twisted and should have stuck with like-minded people. Yet Anastasia Steele entered his life and Christian was drawn to her unlike any other in his life. She intrigued and confounded him the night she quietly calmed the beast within him and softly kissed his lips. Tonight he had broken his vows and would go back to Seattle spewing lies through broken teeth. Christian knew he would eventually break his wife's spirit and wanted to do anything he could to spare her. Christian's eyes began to close and he fell asleep as the sun began to rise.
Four hours later, Christian was in his office holding the contract and other papers he was going to give Hillary Wilkins. He was waging a war within himself over this decision and carrying guilt on his shoulders heavy enough to knock him down. Christian could not believe the ridiculous excuses he gave himself last night so he would walk guilt free into that club. What sort of a man could he be that he used an outrageous reason of going into a BDSM club in order to jack himself off? Christian wanted someone to punch him in the face due to his stupidity. The stupidity that let him slide back down into a black pit of tar and vile behavior, knowing he was married to a woman of near perfection. Christian hated himself for breaking every vow he made to her and realized how stupid he was for doing so. He knew every dark shade that covered his soul and no matter the amount of light that Anastasia gave him was going to change that. Christian cringed as he remembered all those horrible thoughts he had had of his wife last night, each one a pathetic shield to cover his guilt. It was true that he had betrayed his wife and he knew it would kill her to find out. However, she was none the wiser and he could go home to her and sweep his indiscretion under the rug. However, last night had lit a fuse inside Christian and he was still feeling the way it burned and imagined how he could have the best of both worlds. Christian knew that Anastasia had covered up all of his dirtiest secrets and the parts of him that others did not know existed. He owed her love and compassion and to give her a life of happiness. As much as he wanted to be a happy man that lived under an umbrella of a loving woman's touch, Christian knew he would forever crave the touch of another type of woman. A woman that could remain nameless while he fucked her mouth. A woman he could simply ply with money or jewelry and have her full submission. Christian was a dirty man with a ravaged soul and an empty space where a heart should be. Yes, he had obliterated his promises and marriage vows to Anastasia last night and his guilt was overwhelming him. At the same time, Christian remembered what he had done last night, what he had enjoyed, and the ultimate control he had regained from it. He knew his life was at a crossroad and did not know which path to take.
Christian finally chose which path to take and several hours later, I an old office building that GEH owned, Reynolds escorted Hillary Wilkins into a rather large conference room where she had to read and sign the NDA before she could meet Christian Grey. Christian watched her arrive from an upper floor window and realized the consequences of what he was about to do. He had sat alone in his office for two hours fighting a losing battle of wanting to continue being a good husband that Anastasia deserved. However, Christian's inner urges and memories of so many years of feeling ultimate control and pleasure led him to where he is currently standing. The real Christian was back. Not Anastasia's Christian, but Christian Grey the Dominant. Therefore, the Dominant in Christian stood and waited for yet another petite brown-haired woman to sign on the dotted line. Christian knew it was wrong and sinful, but it still felt so right.
Christian was sitting behind an older desk that had been left in the old building years earlier and watched Hillary Wilkins enter the room. He could clearly see how much she really did resemble Anastasia now that her face was no longer shrouded by darkness. She was dressed quite conservatively in a simple white dress covered in small red flowers and approached Christian confidently and shook his outstretched hand.
"Please sit, Hillary. You look lovely." Christian's eyes were all over her face and then he looked at her chest and remembered how large and perfect her breasts were.
"Thank you, Mr.…?"
"Pardon me for not introducing myself first. I am Christian Grey. I must admit you look more beautiful now that I'm no longer wearing that mask." He smiled at her laugh.
"I'll also admit I'm glad you're not wearing it. They can be quite creepy at times."
"I'm sure they can be. Let's not waste our time, so would you like to go over the documents I have for you?" Christian has them in his hands and walks in front of her, leaning back on the desk. Miss Wilkins nods and takes the papers and reads each one carefully. Several minutes pass until she has finished reading each one.
"Mr. Grey, you want me to move to Seattle in order for me to be your submissive?" Christian merely nods.
"I see your wedding ring and this contract and other documents mention your marital status and that you're wife doesn't know about your…interests."
"That's an accurate description of the situation."
"She isn't in the lifestyle?"
"That's none of your concern."
"That is true, but of your rules is a one sided monogamy clause. I am to remain monogamous to you, yet you are married and state in the clause that you will not be monogamous to me. I find that highly unfair."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but as a married man I will still engage in sexual relations with my wife. If you sign that contract you are agreeing to fully submit to me and do as I order you to, which is that you won't be fucking anyone but me."
Christian nearly laughs at her. She is clearly not pleased.
"I can comply and agree with your rules; I'm an avid runner and do yoga three times a week. My stamina is up to par." Little Miss Wilkins is smirking at him. Christian grins, as he knows what she's referring to.
"I agree your stamina was quite impressive. Now let us talk about my proposal. After reading through each document, tell me what you think."
"I'd most certainly be a liar if I said that I would mind someone to buy me an expensive condominium and place my name on the deed. The amount of money you're offering me would help me tremendously and I've always liked Audi's." Something about her confident smile is making Christian's cock twitch.
"Your reply makes it obvious you no longer give a fuck about my marital status or that I'll be fucking my wife."
Hillary laughs but does not reply. Christian has his answer.
"Do you agree to my standard contract being three months and we can always negotiate if we want to extend it?"
"I see no problem with that. I have read all your limits and you know mine, so that is cleared up. I also have my latest health records for you to keep. I am wondering when you would want me to relocate to Seattle."
Christian can feel himself already reeling her into the boat.
"I'd like you in Seattle in the next week or so. I purchase you a place to live in a matter of days and have it furnished as well as getting everything else in order. Once all of that is taken care of, I will send my jet to fly you to Seattle and you can settle in."
"That sounds fine. Besides my clothes, the only thing I'll be bringing is my cat."
Christian cannot keep a wicked grin off his face when she says that. "Which pussy, I meant, cat are you referring to?"
"Tsk, tsk Mr. Grey. What a dirty mind you must have. Her name is Annie and she's a Siamese."
Annie. What Ray calls Anastasia. Christian just felt as if someone poured cold water over his head. Anastasia. I have a wife named Anastasia Rose Grey. I have a wife. I have a wife and this is wrong. Christian has closed his eyes and is pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Mr. Grey?"
"Oh, yes..."
"You zoned out on me." Christian decides that Hillary Wilkins' laugh is grating on him. He knows it is Anastasia's laugh that he is listening to.
"Sorry, thinking of making my flight back to Seattle. So, what have you decided?"
"I have another question. Will we have scenes at a club or do you have a place."
Her words took Christian back to last night and his cock starts to harden. "I will convert a room in your condo that will serve as our playroom and I will come there. That's another reason you won't come to Seattle for a week or so." It suddenly occurs to Christian that once he is done with Miss Wilkins he can keep the condominium and use that playroom for future subs.
"A playroom? As in a dungeon?" The word dungeon has always amused Christian, who laughs loudly.
"Trust me, BDSM is meant for a playroom, not some dungeon that makes me think of medieval torture. I assure you the playroom will be far beyond your expectations."
"That intrigues me, Mr. Grey." Christian watches her toss her long brown hair over her shoulder and he wants to wrap it around his hand and pull on it painfully.
"Well, that leaves us with just going over the paperwork and signing it, Hillary."
She licks her lips and Christian wonders if he'll have time to bend her over the desk and fuck her after she signs the contract. He looks at his watch and silently curses himself that he doesn't have enough time.
"Do you have a pen, Mr. Grey?
A/N
Did it take a year to read?
There was no point to write about the next three women since each scenario would have been the same.
Think of this chapter as an explanation and a description of how someone used to be while the previous chapter was a description of how a person is now.
Sorry the chapter was so long. The next one we get back to Ana and leave Christian's sick ass alone.
P.S. All mistakes in this chapter can kiss my ass. I have been in a hospital room for days, I am exhausted, and I have had a death in my immediate family. Do not write me and point out how or what I have written incorrectly.