Author's notes: Reminder: This is a Prequel occurring four years prior to the whirlwind romance of the Fifty Shades Trillogy. It is Christian's POV.

Chapter Three - Miss Brandy ~ Friday . Grey Penthouse . Escala building

I hear the elevator Brandy's punctual arrival at my Penthouse Friday at 8 PM. I glance at my watch. She has fifteen minutes to change and anything else she needs.

Wearing the new dress I bought for her, she knocks on the door to my study then stands with her hands clasped behind her, eyes downcast respectfully, waiting for my command. I close my laptop.

"Enter."

She presents herself at the corner of my desk. She's dressed in a lovely wrap dress in black silk that shows off her lithe naked figure underneath. I see her pert nipples press provocatively into the fabric. She's aroused. Available, accessable. She says her ritual words of submission, "Master, I freely offer you my submission and service."

She kneels down on the carpet, hands flat on her thighs, eyes down cast.

"I accept responsibility for your care and guidance… You may stand."

"My housekeeper has left food. Go see what there is and report back. I will select dinner. Do it Now."

Brandy rises, retreats two steps backward before she turns and scurries off to do my bidding. I watch her backside through the taut thin fabric, no panty line. She is correctly, completely naked underneath. I smile.

Of course, I have already inspected the list Mrs. Jones left on the counter and opened the refrigerator to find it well stocked. I noticed the casseroles with notes in her neat handwriting. I'm waiting to see if Brandy can complete the meal suggestions when she comes back.

"Sir, I found this meals suggestions note your housekeeper left."

"Mrs. Jones," I interrupt her.

"Mrs. Jones, left these suggestions. Everything is there and I can complete any of these you wish, Mr. Grey. She was very through. There are two casseroles: American Chopped Suey w/ lean ground turkey, onions, peppers, mozzarella topping. Suggested to have French bread w/ garlic butter, salad. The other casserole is wild rice with beans, tomato, corn, onions, peppers, with corn chips and salad.

There is also sliced roast beef. It could be served as a main course with sides or made into sandwiches, sir. Besides the French bread, there are deli rolls and wraps. There are fresh pears and apple pie.

"I'll think about it."

She has resumed the standing submissive position, waiting my direction. She's the perfect submissive.

"I will have you now."

Brandy steps forward, pulls the tie on her wrap dress so it falls open. She holds the dress wide open as if to display her body… just a second too long. Before I can reprimand her slutty behavior, she slides it off her shoulders, folds and smoothes it over her arm then lays it neatly over the back of the chair. "This submissive is grateful for the beautiful dress Master has given me." She has a beautiful body. If her action was deliberately provocative, she should be punished. If the hesitation was showing appreciation for the new dress I gave her, then she should not. Her words of gratitude cool my anger, she'll not be punished.

Brandy stands naked before me, at ease, hands clasped behind her, head bowed. With a sweep of my arm, I clear the end of my desk leaving a heap in the center. I turn her around and walk her backwards laying her across the desk. Her head hangs off the far side, the waves of her long brown hair reaching to the floor. I cup her swollen breasts feeling her nipples in my palms as I roll the marbles around. I take her nipples between my thumb and finger as her breasts rise and swell as she responds to me. She opens her mouth wide to take me in and I offer my cock to her.

She uses only her skilled lips and tongue to give me pleasure. It's difficult to stay still and not let my passions run free. I press forward to give her a more. I withdraw and I think I see a hint of disappointment in her eyes though she dares not show it openly. I bring it to her lips again, she kisses it on the tip and then moves to take it again. Mmmm, she has me close. I need to stop this, NOW! I need to stay in control.

I slide my hand to cup her mound, my fingers teasing between her legs. I don't stop but shift as I walk around the end of the desk. "Lift your head," I instruct and I pull her towards me across the desk. "Lift your legs." I guide her ankles onto my shoulders then hold her behind in my hands. I let her settle onto the desk running my hands over her shapely legs. My erection slides in the cleft of her bottom, her legs against my body. She's intoxicated by my proximity. The slight friction on my member is erotic.

I turn my head and kiss her ankles and down her legs as far as I can reach.

I pull my chair to me and sit between her legs. I kiss my way from her ankle to her knee then switch to the left. She writhes on the desk.

"Be Still!" I command.

She's like a book, open before me… and my focus is on reading her pleasure. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to take you places you've never been', I think.

"Hands up, hold the edge." She reaches over her head to grasp the edge of the desk.

This time I start kissing the erotic line inside her knee as I travel down. I can see her moist lips spread like a blossom. I let my breath play across her sex. Gently, I reach out to touch her lightly with my tongue. I take long slow licks increasing the pressure. She's climbing. I alternate licks and flicks. I slip two fingers into her. She's sopping wet. She spirals out of control frantically moving against me…

"Come for me, baby!"

And she does… spectacularly. Her legs convulse around my neck as the waves crash over her.

Brandy's chest shows a light sheen. I render a few lighter licks as she comes down… I can hear her ragged breathing. When I look at her face, she's closing her eyes as she blows out every exhalation. There's a puddle on the edge of my desk. I guide her legs to the arms of my chair and keep them from slipping off. She's still a little dazed…

"Mmmm…" she purrs "thank you, Master."

She pulls her knees up and hugs them to her. She's ready. Round two. I stand up and she separates her knees inviting me. I put her ankles well out on my shoulders spreading her and lifting her bottom I pull her a little over the edge of the desk. I let myself slide back and forth, back and forth along her slick slit, rubbing over her clit. Her juices cover me. 'Oh Yes! This is intense!'

I pull back, let my tip slide down to her entrance. She's wide open for me. I ease it in a little to be sure of the angle and take a couple of short strokes. I pause before plunging into her depths. Put a thumb on her button as I pump deeply into her. She's building again. The flush is back on her chest, her breasts full, nipples taut. She's close. I put her legs together on my right shoulder… she tries to stifle her cry as she lets go taking me with her. I pump hard into her.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

I'm filling her.

Her eyes are closed. Can she be asleep? Shit! I think she's unconscious. I go soft instantly. 'What a pickle,' I think! I slide out of her with a plop. Is she alright? I'm her Dom. She's ceded control to me… I am responsible for her. I gather her in my arms and lie her gently, safely on the floor. My medical knowledge is limited but I can see she's breathing. Well, that's good. I put my hand on her chest and I can feel a heart beat.

"Brandy, Brandy!" I cry out, trying to wake her. She's unresponsive. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" What's wrong with her? I still can't get any response from her. I'm going to have to call 9-1-1.

I quickly tuck myself back in my pants and zip up. I find my phone on the desk and kneel by her side as I make the call.

Author's end note: Miss Brandy is the first submissive of "the fifteen" who stayed in the submissives bedroom at Escala. Of Christian's previous submissives, only Dawn, Susannah, and Leila Williams are named in the original Fifty Shades books by E. L. James.