"Yes."

His eyes burn with an intensity I have never seen before. He lifts my hand and kisses each one of my knuckles and I feel stunned into silence by my own actions.

"Thank you, Ana. You won't regret it."

He takes me into his arms and kisses my lips in a solid searing kiss, and I feel the pressure behind him.

I step away from him wondering where do we go from here. I said yes, I can barely believe it. He seems to know how to unleash something dark inside of me. I'm still trying to think what possessed me to say yes when he calls me.

"Ana? Ana, we need to go over the three safe words." I stare at him in shock. "These words will warn me when you are close to or at your limit for what you can take. The first word is yellow, it means that you're close to your limit, while the word red means you are at your limit and can't take anymore. At that point, I will stop what I'm doing immediately and release you. Do you understand?" He asks me carefully.

"Yellow and Red." I test out the words. They seem reasonable. I nod my head, even though nothing about this whole situation seems reasonable. "Wait, you said three words. What's the third?" I ask, my curiosity winning over everything else for a moment.

"The last word is my own. When I say se soumettre, you must submit to my will and assume the submissive pose." He answers.

Submit to his will, a submissive pose, what the hell Ana?! My inner angel is awake and screaming in my ear that I'm mad.

"What is the submissive pose?" He steps forward and takes hold of the white shirt, and pulls it fully over my head so I'm naked before him.

"Kneel down. You may sit on your feet." I slip down and kneel before him. "Now place your hands behind your back together and lift your head up to face me. I want you to maintain eye contact the whole time. " I do as I'm ordered. Looking up into his eyes I realize this is how it will be.

"Good girl. Now Ana, these words also works at any given point in time. When I say it you must stop and submit to me. Understood?" His gaze capturing mine as he asks me.

"Yes," I say. Do I really want this man so badly that I'm willing to be tortured to have him? Deep down I already know my answer as I await my next command.

He turns and walks away from me as I'm kneeling in the middle of the floor naked with my hands behind my back. I watch as he heads over to a dresser and opens one of the upper drawers. His body is covering whatever he pulls out. The sound of the drawer shutting sends a shiver down my spine. If he keeps all those torture devices on show on the wall, what does he feel he has to hide away in a drawer?

He turns to face me and my eyes fall onto his hands as I see them cupping something. My inner devil's snaps at me 'Look at his eyes'. I quickly move my eyes up to his own and his gaze is a grey set of pools and I'm sinking in them.

"Stand Ana." I do as I'm told without hesitation and stand up next to him. "Walk over to the table and bend over." I hear his words and yet for some reason I hesitate. I see his body stiffen. He thinks I have refused him. "Ana, when you do something wrong I will punish you. Remember your spanking?" Yes, I do. I lick my lips at the wonderful memory. "That was a mild punishment. Now go and bend over the table." This time I move walking on shaky legs.

Naked in his dungeon I lay down over the table wondering how I ended up here. Looking straight across to him I notice that his whole posture has changed, he is no longer my famous wonderful perfect magician. He is a stone cold, calculated predator. The effortless grace that he cooked with and shows on stage is not here. He steps over to me with powerful menacing strides. The change is electric and arousing to witness and I'm sure my legs would have given way had I not been bent over the table. He holds his one hand out and a set of balls connected in a plastic case and another piece of plastic on the end.

"These are Ben Wa balls." I stare at him wondering who Ben is and why he has special balls. He steps out of my sight, behind me as I feel his hands trail over my bare thighs. I risk a glance over my shoulder to see him slip down behind me. He has a perfect view of my core. My body is tight with tension wondering what he will do while another part of me has been soaking wet at the chance to try some of these things out.

I feel his fingers probe at my entrance, his touch sending shivers up my spine as I rest my arms out on the table. His fingers pushing and teasing me open as I give out a small gasp.

"So wet already." I blush as I hear his smirk. His fingers feel so good down there as he swirls them around making me moan.

"More, please." I feel his fingers stir inside of me, rubbing deep inside. It's unfair how helpless I feel, but just as I feel my pressure build up he pulls his fingers out. I'm just about to look over my shoulder at him when I feel a different pressure against my lower half. I let out a breath and at that moment one of the balls slips inside of me.

The feeling is exquisite as the ball is gripped by my insides. God, what he does to me? I breathe out again enjoying the sensation when he uses that moment to push the second of the balls in. It slips inside of me fully as my insides grip against both of the balls, my breath heavy. I'm flushed as Christian leans his face against my rear and kisses softly one cheek and then the other. He stands up behind me as he has an unobstructed view of my nude body bent over the table.

"Now, how does that feel?" His question is guarded and I can feel him judging my reaction.

"It feels nice." I moan out. Then there is a hard slap on my rear. In that second the balls are pushed forward and then sink back into place. The force makes me moan out loud.

"Only nice?" He snaps at me.

"They feel so good." I want it again.

"Well, seeing as you criticized my cooking so much, not to mention not removing your dress last night, you need to be spanked. I'm going to spank you eight times." I groan in joy at the thought of each spank on my rear.

I brace myself for the first slap. It's fast and hard sending the balls around inside of me. I bite my lip. The pleasure that the balls are giving me is making me want to get spanked more often. His hand comes down on my rear again and again making me gasp. They barely have time to settle before the next hit. He is only halfway through and these balls are forcing me towards a deep explosion.

He can torture me anytime he wants if it feels like this. After another slap, there is a subtle stinging on my rear, but the balls stirring my insides take my mind off it. Two more slaps to go, I have been mentally counting them, another hard slap and I look over my shoulder to see a smirk on his face. He knows just what these balls are doing to me. His hand comes down even harder on the last one, clipping my core with part of his hand.

I scream out in pleasure with a hint of pain. He stops behind me as I feel his hand brush against my centre and then he is pulling the balls out. I need him to fill the void and I hear the rip of the foil packet, a noise that I have come to love within the last two weeks. I'm squirming on the table with the need for him to fill me and then he does. I hold tight onto the sides of the table as he thrusts into me. His hard deep thrusts pushing me more and more as my legs can barely support me.

My blood pressure is off the charts and inside I'm screaming with joy. His hand reaches over and grips my neck and his thrusts sink deeper as he pushes me back to him. He's filling me up like never before and I can't take the pleasure as I gasp out.

"Christian." Finding my release, I hear him call out my name.

His own release is strong and powerful as his hips pin me to the table. He releases my neck and his hands stroke down my back, making me shiver with pleasure.

He slides out of me and I feel empty. I watch from the table as he pulls his bottoms back on and I try to get my breath back. He takes my hand and leads me out of the room and down the stairs away from his dungeon.

"How was that for you, Ana?" He asks with his cool gaze on me.

"It was nice." He stops for a moment.

"We need to redefine your definition of nice." I let him lead me into his bedroom.

"Mind if I have a shower?" I ask wanting to try and get a moment to myself to realize just what I have agreed to do.

"By all means. I'll make us some drinks." I walk naked into his en suite bathroom as he is standing in his bedroom.

I turn wanting to ask for a glass of water when I freeze. He is lifting his t-shirt off and there on his chest are his faded scars. On top of those old scars, there's a new row of freshly red marks across his chest. He turns and there are even fresher marks on his back. Only a few days old. It hits me like a freight train, these are from when my memory was wiped. Christian was with someone else in his dungeon!

I gasp and he turns to face me. The horror is evident all over his face. This was something I was not supposed to see.

"What happened?" I ask staying where I am. He looks terrified for a moment and then drops his head.

"My own doing." I cover my mouth in shock. Here I thought he had been with someone else, instead my magic man self-harms. I don't want to ask the question, but it's already out of my mouth.

"Was it because of me?" He bows his head to the floor.

"I was in a lot of pain, Ana." He mutters quietly.

I step over to hug him and he closes his eyes. His chest and back returning to the flawless skin he covers it with. I take his head in my hands. Kissing his lips as my hands push into his hair, I pull my lips from him as I feel his lips part.

"Don't change for me. Stay how you are. Please." I plead with him and his chest returns to the scar-covered body that is his own. I reach out to touch a scar and he grabs my hand at my wrist.

"Please go and shower." He begs me.

"Let me touch you." I gaze into his eyes hoping he'll let me in.

He looks like he is about to, but then his eyes grow cold.

"Se soumettre."

He says solemnly. It's his phrase. I want to touch him, to ask him why he chooses to self-harm, but I can't. I agreed and I find myself looking into his eyes as I kneel down on the floor placing my hands behind my back. His submissive pose. He reaches down and holds my chin.

"Get a shower Ana." He turns to walk out of the room as I stand and walk into his bathroom, a million thoughts in my head.

(Well it seems Ana has agreed much to some readers dismay. Now I would kindly ask the readers to please continue with this story as the BDSM in this story is very small. This story focuses on the mystery that is Christian Grey. Also we are about to meet some more characters. Who do you think they could be?

This is one of a very few times that Ana is submissive as you will see if you continue to read. I do so hope everyone continues to enjoy my story and I would love to know everyones thoughts on Christian's scars?

Please do leave a review and favourite or follow this story if your enjoying it. Sorry for not posting yesterday as there was an issue with this site. Thank you. SJamesW.)