I am laid between the satin sheets, my hands above me pinned to the mattress.Christian hovers over me, staring, staring right into my soul. Oh christian do whatever you want to me… he drags his hand up my naked thigh and under my skirt, just like yesterday. Shit yesterday. I scrambled upwards, coming back into reality.

"No… Y-you promised… not that again." i murmur.

Casually, he slips his hand from under my skirt and brushes it against my face, rubbing it slowly. It grips my jaw, tilting it upwards to make me look him in look directly into his eyes.

"Anastasia, i told you last night and i will tell you again, I will not do that again. Not without you permission, of course," he takes my hand stepping up from the bed, " come on we should discuss this some more."

We stroll out of the red room, towards his study. His hand laces with mine, intertwining our fingers. I long for this moment to last a little longer, for just for once that time would be on my side and let me savour this small but intimate moment. I give his hand a little squeeze, reassuring him a little. Lord knows what's running through the man's brain. It seems like we haven't even traveled anywhere as we reach the study. If only it was longer.

I haven't been in the infamous study since the spanking incident; it discourages me slightly. Christian takes a seat behind his desk again and pulls a document from his desk drawer. He lays it neatly on the wooden desk, waiting for me to be seated as well. It seems very business like, which makes me feel even more uneasy.

"Anna, i would like to give you this so you can read more about how i would like to conduct your stay. I wouldn't want you agreeing to something without acknowledging what it actually is. I know i like to play unfair, but that is unrealistic." I nod my head and look at the papers on the table.

Dominant and submissive relationships.introduction:A dominant and submissive relationship is a relationship the expresses power through sexual and non- sexual roles. Dominant's exercise control in most activities. This can include in sexual relations and in the domestic nature. He/she can express this in restraints, bondage and hard limits for the submissive. Domestic control can include the control of sleeping hours, what the submissive wears ad what he/she eats. The exercise of control may be pleasurable to the dominant and the submissive and sets the foundation of trust within the relationship.Trust:Trust is key to continue the relationship. Without trust neither the dominant nor the submissive can communicate honestly with each other. It's important to be truthful to each other, otherwise the relationship will not work. The dominant needs to be told the submissive's hard limits before engaging in any sexual intercourse. Hard limits will be outlined further in this text. Without trust, it is pointless in carrying out this type of relationship. The Submissive needs to learn how trust the dominant because in a BDSM relationship, the dominant has total control. He/She needs to learn how to metaphorically give her heart and soul to the dominant.The submissive:The submissive is typically referred to as the "bottom". He/she takes on the role of being compliant and subdued to the dominant, giving himself/herself completely to him/her. As outlined earlier this can be in a sexual and non-sexual way. Typically, the submissive is there to pleasure the dominant when asked to, no matter where they are. He/she needs to be totally compliant and be willing to do anything dominant desire. Although this is subjective to each and every BDSM relationship. The dominant will set the rules once the submissive gives consent to the relationship.The dominant:The dominant is normally referred to at the "top". It's his/her job to take care of the submissive and give them a safe and nurturing environment to feel comfortable to express any emotions. The dominant must have the consent of the submissive to ensure it is safe relationship. The dominant is expected to outline all rules and make them as clear as possible so the submissive sees no confusion. In addition, the dominant requires the submissive to be clear about her thought and opinions so they can amend the rules.Hard limits:Hard limits are things such as sexual acts that the submissive doesn't feel comfortable participating in. If the submissive agrees to participating in a hard limit, he/she will say the safe word YELLOW if he/she is close to reaching her endurance and the word RED if he/she completely reaches his/her limit. These limits will be discussed when going through the rules.Soft limits:The opposite of hard limits are soft limits, which are typically sexual acts or gestures that the submissive is completely comfortable with. The dominant with try out new toys, restraints or implements and the submissive will comment of if it is a soft or hard limit. This will determine what he/she is comfortable with. Soft limits can also include non sexual acts depending on the kind of relationship the dominant and submissive have, it's subjective to each different type of relationship.Rules:The rules are subjective to each relationship because each one is different the other. Rules are there for the dominant to control the submissive, but to also absurd the ential safety of the sub. The dominant has to care for the submissive and ensure of his/her mental and physical well-being. Rules are generally discussed before entering the relationship and are supposed to be clear and concise. Most BDSM relationships include the rules of:You must follow all requests the dominant sets.You must eat regular meals and maintain a high level of fitness.You must please your dominant.These are only example. Each dominant and submission relationship choose rules that suit their needs and wants.

I place the pieces of binded paper back on the table, overwhelmed by the flow of information. Christian sits there apprehensively, waiting for me to say something. I notice his lips twitching and his eyes flicker between me and the pieces of paper. I don't know what to say. Dominant and submissive… does he really think that i want to give myself to him? I don't really know if i can. Elena wouldnt approve. She would be sat there in her leather chair, with a glass of shiraz in her hand pointing out all my flaws, telling me that i am whore for doing this. My breath hitches at the thought. Am i really a whore for wanting this?

My attention turns back to Christian. Oh he's so gorgeous, too gorgeous for me. I clench my thighs and rub my palms together, looking at him.

"Christian.." his names slips out breathlessly. "Is this what you want me to do?"

"Yes Anastasia, give yourself to me. Give all of yourself to me. I want you to trust me." I see the eagerness beams in his silver eyes.

"And what if i don't want that type of relationship… i've never been in a relationship.."

"You.. you haven't?" He sounds shocked.

"Yes…"I mumble, not knowing if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

He stands moving across the room, just like last time. Oh no! Not again. Christian hovers near the door and I'm just sat there, not even knowing what's going to happen. My heart palpitates, drumming at a thundering rate.

"Are you a virgin, Miss Steele." The words lap his tongue. Oh Mr Grey… My legs press firmly together trying to relive the unfamiliar pressure between them.

"yes.. yes.. Mr Grey, I am."

There is no words to describe the look that glooms over his face. A low groan escapes his lips as he composed himself. Nothing but excitement is apparent. I expected him to be angry. Christian glides back over in his gracious way, taking my face between his large palms, his thumbs just skimming over my bottom lip. I shudder.

"Oh.. Anna, how did I find you." His words just sweep me off my feet, charming me like I'm a Disney princess. The rugged sound if his uneven breathing sends wildfire through my veins centering at my core, what a wondrous feeling!

"I don't know, Mr Grey." Subconsciously, my bottom lip is snagged between my teeth.

"Anna.." he warms playfully, lust growing in his eyes.

Christian's arms clasp around my waist, picking me up and sliding me onto his desk. Papers and stationery fly off the table falling onto the floor. A giggle erupts from my throat. White peels flash at me. I've never seen him smile properly. He's such a cold faced man, much like Elena. Seductively, his grabby hands work their way back up my faint flesh and under my skirt, toying with the fabric. My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and adrenaline. More of the latter I think. One hand remains on my thigh, drawing small patterns that tickle, whilst the other goes to my blistered back. I grab his hand, pleasing him not to, which makes curious Christian do it again. I pull back from his fraps for the billionth time today. My eyes beg for him to not ask anything.

"Miss Steele, for this relationship to work you need to honest with me, what is on your back?" He asks calmly, but is clearly agitated. So we are back to miss Steele…

"Nothing.." his hand digs feel into it.

I wriggle under the pressure of his hand. My back aches and I let out a small cry of desperation. "Please.. stop."

The hand retracts "Anastasia please tell me, I will take off the top and look myself."

I flinch, "NO!" I shout. It comes out louder than expected.

He moves back, and I sit there and cry. All I seem to do is cry. This is all too much: the red room, the spanking, the documents, the touching , the mood swings. I can't keep up. My mind whirls around and around, driving me crazy. My tears spill down my face as sobs reckon through my body. I glance up through my messy brunette locks up at the gorgeous man stood right in front of me. He offers me a sympathetic smile. I thank him in my head.

"Trust me Anna, I won't judge you." He whispers, closing the distance between us.

"N-no."

"You said okay to my proposition earlier Anna, you have to trust me." Those fingers find their way to my face again, wiping a few stray years.

"Please.. don't make me." I beg.

"Just show me… you don't have to say anything." He compromises.

I gulp. " Why do you … why do you care?"

"Anastasia, I've had my eyes on you from when I brushed past you in Elena's hallway. You were mysterious then, even more now."

"You'll think I'm hideous." Tears flow even more now.

"Anastasia Steele, you're the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on." I awe.

"Just looking… no talking."

"Yes.. no talking."

Undoing My shirt, I fumble with the small buttons. Christian holds out his hand to silently stop me. He motions to the door, "come on you can get a bath and shoe me, it will be warmer and you'll get more comfortable in showing your body to me. I won't touch, I won't ask questions, just come." I follow him, mimicking his movements we swiftly make it up the stairs. I assume that we are going to the ensuite in my bedroom, bit we turn to go to what I believe is his room. We step over the fresh hold and it just looks so … so… so… Christian! It has the same decor as the open plan room downstairs, white and black. But everything looks beautiful. One thing catches my eye, in the corner there is a grand piano. My heart just fills with warmth. A hand touches mind, grabbing back my attention, guiding towards his ensuite.

When I enter I hear the sound of hot water already running. Christian is lent over it adding expensive soaps and salts to the water. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows… how can he still look this perfect? I just stand there, like usual, waiting to be told what to do. Yet this time I am not told, Christian comes over and tugs my navy cardigan from my shoulders, discarding it on the floor. Next goes my skirt, he drags it drown my cream coloured thighs with his thumbs, bending down as i step out of it. One button at a time, Christian undoes them letting my shirt drop to the floor. He goes to my back, examining it. Not a word or a sound comes out of his mouth, he kept his promise. That makes me smile. What I don't expect is, him then unhooking my bra and kisses all the way down my spine. He peppers them, his soft, moist lips barely touching my skin. He's so gentle.

"You're beautiful Anastasia." With that my panties are peeled off my body and I'm helped into the bath

Maybe being subdued and pliant to his requests is not as bad after all.

Oh...Mr Grey…. Save me!