Chapter 4

13 years later

Christian pov

Miley's skin was getting hotter and redder with every crack of cane against her butt cheeks. She was spread-eagled on the grid in my playroom. Since my last two cracks of cane she has been safe wording persistently.

But I ignore her cries and rain three more blows at her. I know it's inhuman and against the contract rules but I just get lost in the moment as the beast inside me has gotten the better part of me. My contract with Miley will come to an end today. I am damn sure about it as she is the 15th one who had to face the Christian grey beast.

I have had 15 subs within 2 years. 13 of them left me because of the monster in me. Whenever I punish my subs my mind travels to the place and time when Stephen Morton had killed my mother and I lose my fucking mind. However , the sub before Miley, Sussanah didn't want to leave me even after I had crossed her hard limit twice.

Susanah was sitting at the other end of the sandstone desk at my study. Since five fucking minutes she has been playing with the fucking hem of her sleeve. She had said that she wanted to discuss something with me (maybe about our contract) but now all she is doing is scratching the invisible piece of lint on her dress and again and again starting to speak up but finally deciding against it . All she has told till now is ,"Mmmmaster…II..wanted…to..say thattt….i meannn…thattt….".

Finally I lose my patience. Fuck! She is wasting my time. For heaven sake, I am the CEO of the multi-billion company GEH and I have a lot of acquisitions and mergers to care of! Not just fucking kill my time sitting with my submissive. I shout at her, "Susanah speak up what you want to say or just fuck off from here… I swear if you waste one more fucking minute of mine, I will take you across my knee!"

Then what I see in her expression disgusts me more. She is fucking smiling! Isn't she afraid of me? Fucking Bitch! Just when I am going to explode with anger, she whispers ,"I have fallen in love with you master".

What the fucking hell! No one can love me! No no no…!Elena has told me again and again that love is for fools ! and moreover love is just a weakness in life..! That gives no pleasure but only pain! And by dear God's grace , Christian grey had plenty of pain in life and he didn't want a weakness to obstruct him in future.

So, I just walk to my shelf, draw out her contract from there and tear it into two then four and then throw it into the dustbin. Fuck ! she was such a good submissive , the only one to have faced my wrath twice ,but she has to leave now.

I tell her that she has to leave today and that Taylor(my driver cum security guard) will drop her belongings in her apartment. She starts to cry," Please master don't do this… please I love..".

I stop her mid-sentence and say," No Susanah… just leave… I am not capable of loving or being loved…just leave please.."

Then without a second glance at her I leave my study.

This is how it had ended with Susanah, my perfect sub! After my mother had died, I had been handed over to a foster home in Seattle. There I had met Grace Grey, who is the only woman I adore or have ever adored who is alive till date ( the other being my momm..err..mother). She was our warden and my fairy godmother. When I had been brought to the foster home , I stayed nucleated from the other kids there for atleast three to four years. I never took part in the school activities , never participated in any celebrations there , never talked to anyone, etc. After a few fruitless attempts of the other kids to make friends with me, they had also given up and decided to ignore me. And trust me I preferred that too.

When my grades started falling, Grace tried to talk to me but in the beginning I ignored her too. But this didn't stop her. She used to bake me cookies ( sweet dreams like my mother used to bake),make me sweaters , help me in my studies, etc., and most importantly showered love and care upon me. She reminded me of mommy. So, slowly and slowly I started to open up and began interacting with everyone there. My marks had improved tremendously. I was happy as the darkness which threatened to estrangulate me kept away. Once, one of the students had asked me my last name. But I didn't have an answer to that and I was extremely embarrassed. That day Grace gave me her name. After that day I was always called Christian Grey.

My world collapsed when Grace suffered a serious accident and got a serious head injury. She was diagnosed with long term memory loss. When I went to see her in the hospital , she didn't recognize me. Nothing could have hurt me more than the fact that the only person I loved or who loved me failed to recognize me even. Later that week, we heard that she had shifted to Scotland with her husband, which meant that she would never return. I was devastated and I wanted to die. But I just couldn't master the strength that was needed to end my fucking life.

Darkness had returned again and this time it threatened to swallow up everything. But then SHE came to our foster home.

She was dressed in a tight red wrap dress and nude pumps. She had the hair color of molten platinum that shone in the bright sunlight. She had a glorious fuck me body with wonderful curves. The sight of her greater than normal cleavage made my cock twitch in delight. She wore bright red color on her lips and nails. Though she wasn't very beautiful (owing to her age which might be 35 or 40) , she was smoking hot.

I learnt from others that she was our new warden and that her name was Elena Lincoln.

Every teen ager like me( I was 15 years old then) was practically drooling over her. But she only had eyes for me. She called me to her office later in the nights and we had long conversations. It was my favorite pass time. Every night I masturbated myself to bed , thinking of those inciting red lips around my cock.

After a few weeks, Elena introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle. I readily agreed to be her submissive as I really wanted to fuck her. After 6 six years of my submission to her, I was getting bored. When I was 17, she had lent me 10 grands to start my new business. After one year I returned here double the amount. And after two years, I was a millionaire and a little later a billionaire. GEH was my baby and it had never disappointed me.

Though I am a successful man now and have the dream job of most of the people in this world, I feel that I will be successful in the true means when I will extract the life out of Stephen Morton's fucking body painfully and ruthlessly. That's the true ambition of my life. After I got out of the foster home, I acquired as much information as possible about that asshole. I learnt that he had been arrested for the murder of two women , one being my mother and the other being some Carla Steele. But after serving one year of imprisonment he has fled away from jail. Till now he has not been sited. I have appointed a geek named Welch to track his whereabouts but nothing has been found till now.

The clinging of chains brings me back to the present. Miley is struggling with her bonds and shouting at me to open them. I curse myself for being so lost in the playroom and breaking her trust like this. Elena would not be happy with it and I would agree with her in this matter. I untie her ASAP, wordlessly apologizing to her.

She grabs her robe and leaves the playroom with tears in her eyes. I am an asshole!

Later that day , after Miley has left( never to return again) I get a call from Welch. The same grating voice fills my ears( hell..he must stop smoking). But today for some reason I feel a pinch of excitement in his otherwise dull and boring tone. He shouts at the phone," Stephen Morton has been found."On hearing this, a devilish grin breaks into my face. NOW HE WILL PAY!

Ana pov

I curl her fake eyelashes even more and apply another thick coat of compact on her ugly face.

But she shakes her head and says," No No ,carino, your are not doing bien..! I have to go to a fiesta! Tu going to mimar it". Fuck her! Bloody bitch…. If she looks the ugliest in this whole world, what can I do! I have emptied at least one full bottle of foundation on her face but she still looks like a feather less chicken! I am reminded of Bassanio's dialogue in Merchant of Venice "Beauty bought by weight in a chemist's shop". I bite my lips to stop myself from bursting into a fit of giggles.

After another 2 hours of nonsense, that Spanish bitch finally leaves. Phew! Its 8 o' clock in the evening , and its already late. Kate is going to screw me…!

I grab my belongings and get into a taxi to reach the club Xpose (of which I am a member ) as soon as possible.

The light from the street Lamps are falling at the taxi window with regular intervals. This reminds me of my own life. In my life it has been brightness and then darkness and again brightness…and the cycle continues. After mom died , I was brought up in a foster home. There I kept away from everyone. I had accepted the fact that , it was only sorrow that surrounded my life. But this was until Kate came to the foster home. She wasn't one of us, she was the daughter of a millionaire who was the trustee of the foster home. But still she liked to spend time with us, especially me. She became my best friend and my benefactor. Kate's (Katherine Kavanaugh) father also funded my higher studies and helped me to get the degree of a beautician too. I was indebted to Kate's family with my life. This was not just because they helped me to construct my future, but because they gave the family that I never have had. Today I work in Seattle's best ladies beauty parlor which particularly deals with high profile( some even celebrities) women. I earn a decent amount( because most of these high profile bitches throw bundles of money to look gorgeous or err…tolerable) which not only gives me a healthy livelihood but also enables me to continue doing what I like to do the most in life, that is ,BDSM.

I have been a dominatrix since last two years. It really goes well with me, or to say more clearly, it's the favorite part of my life. I Love Control and I yearn for it too. When Kate introduced me to this lifestyle( as she was already in it since last three years), I knew that this was for me. It gave me the release that I yearned for. When I practice BDSM, I forget about my painful past and it releases the anger in me. I know that I am a hardcore dommie and I beat the shit out of my subs, but this doesn't mean that male subs don't volunteer to have a session with me. This might sound pompous but they actually drool over my feet when they see me in my dom mode. I like to rule over men, especially the ones who treat women like shit. And trust me I do! No one knows this witchcraft better than me. But the real reason behind me being like this is Stephen Morton who killed my mother. I know that my mother wasn't strong which got her killed(and she left me). I want to fuck with Morton's life like he did with mine. Since two years I have been looking for him but with no success. And when I get him, I will make him bleed to death.

When I reach the club I see Kate standing there with jos`e at the entrance. Jos`e is gay and is a sub for male doms in this club. But Kate is a born dommie. She has a don't-fuck-with-me attitude and we share a common motto, that is, don't bend your head in front of men. Today she is wearing a blue top(more accurately a sports bra) and hot pants. Her strawberry blonde hair is styled in a high ponytail and she looks hot. I step out of the taxi , pay the driver and run towards Kate. Kate scolds me for being late and then practically drags me to the ladies restroom in the club. She hands me a tight black one piece which hugs my curves perfectly. Its mid thigh and shows a lot of cleavage. I really look sexy in it! Then I do a bit of makeup on my pale face(to add a little color to it) and then finally finish my look with harlot red lipstick. PERFECT.

Jo`se joins us a moment later and we three decide to have a drink. All of a sudden, I feel a hand at my shoulder. I turn around to find two gorgeous looking men. The one with green eyes and black hair is ogling me and the other one with blue eyes and blonde hair is ogling Kate(or to say more accurately, eye fucking her). They introduce themselves as Ethan(green eyes) and Elliot (blue eyes). They further tell us that they want to sub for us. Kate and I readily agree to that offer. (But how the fuck do they know who we are and what roles we play here! Maybe we are famous in here!) We then lead them to our respective playrooms.

NEXT DAY

I wake up when I feel the hot sun peeping through the window to tan my half clad torso. I look at the clock and see that its already past 9:30am(no wonder the sun is so hot). Last night has been tiring but extremely fun. In the playroom, I fucked, flogged, belted, sucked, banged(his balls), and then again fucked Ethan(and exactly in this order ). It was more than fun and both of us enjoyed it a lot. Later I had met Kate and we had left for home together. Before collapsing to our respective beds (as we were dead tired), Kate told me that she is meeting Elliot again because she really liked him. I am 90% sure that I imagined this because Kate has never liked any guy in that sense.(By the way, Kate and I share a common apartment in Seattle and her parents live in Scotland).

After eating my breakfast and leaving some for Kate ( who is still asleep) , I leave for work( which starts at 10:00am). In the taxi I check my phone to find three missed calls from Mia Grey . She was my batch mate in school in Scotland and is a geek now. She works for some company and is helping me to find Morton. I call her back and her excited voice fills my ears," Finally found that Morton". I nearly jump up and down in the seat and shout," Here I come asshole!"

Christian pov

The irritating buzzing of my alarm wakes me up from my peaceful sleep. This is a first cause its always me who wakes (actually switches off) my alarm clock every day. But today is nothing like every day. Today I am getting what I have been wishing for since mother died. This has given my otherwise fucked up and disturbed mind a little peace and satisfaction.

I get up and rush to my bathroom.

Within twenty minutes I am ready to go. I am off to a bar in Portland where Morton has been seen.

At the bar

My car pulls in front of the bar named "addict". Welch has told me that it is a bdsm bar owned by Morton. From 11am to 10 pm it is just a normal bar, but after 10 , when it closes for the normal public ,it opens for sadistic monsters like me. One requires a membership to enter this placAstraise after 10 at night, but it is a difficult thing to acquire (the membership) because this place is kept confidential because of some of the ugly secrets it holds.

I step in through the glass doors of this five storey glass building. The smell of wine and some rose flavored room freshener hits me. The interior is dimly lit and only has a few tables surrounded by four chairs each.

The bar is mildly crowded. People are drinking and eating, oblivious to the reality of this place. I am here to find some Zachary Cross who would give me the membership of this place. I go to the bartender and order a Astralis Shiraz.

" Are you new to this place?" he asks me.

" Nope... just never visited this particular bar"

" this bar offers a wide range of drinks to wine lovers. The owner loves a good pint", saying this he flashes me a proud smile.

I press my luck and say, " well.. an interesting guy must be then, the owner. Who is he?"

" I don't know ... want another drink?" Oh come on .. I am one of the most successful business men in the whole world and one of the reason behind it is that i am good at people..because I can read their godamn minds. This bartender is not even a good actor! Asshole liar.

Lets try again.

"Err... do you know Zachary cross?"

" no I don't know anyone... well if you stop asking me useless questions, I would try to concentrate on what i am being paid for!" he snaps and starts to walk away.

I pull out a thousand dollars from my pocket and keep it in the bar table and say," well do then.. what you are being paid for".

He looks at me and then at the money and then back at me, his head popping up and down like a dog toy with a bobbing head. I add another thousand to the offered bribe.

And his resolve finally slips .Gotcha dickhead!

" He is the club manager. He will be here in half an hour or so. He is a tall blond haired man." He says all of this in one breath. With this he grabs the money, turns around , and continues to make drinks.

I go and sit in a far corner from where i could get a clear view of the entrance. So now i have to wait for half an hour. I sigh and take out my blackberry and start replying to my emails.

After twenty minutes or so, a tall man with blond hair steps in the club. He is middle aged and is dressed in black jeans and a black jacket. Zachary!

He sits in an empty table and the bartender rushes to him with a drink. I stride slowly towards him and he notices me before I reach him.

"Would you mind if I sit here?" I ask.

"Make yourself comfortable", he muses still looking questioningly at me.

I sit on the other end of the table and without even asking me, the bartender brings me a drink.

"Its the best one here..try it."

I take a sip...mmm...bollinger..

" So what do you want from me Mr..?"he asks.

"Stallon..Mike Stallon", I lie.

" And I..",I start to say but he cuts me off.

"Lemme guess.. you want to be a member of this club?".

What the fuck...!How the hell does he know!

He reads the confusion in my face and answers quickly," well your attitude and your style ..everything about you indicates that you are a dominant..tell me if i am wrong".

Christ! This man is a mind reader and so experienced.

" Also that pain in your eyes, proves that you must be a hardcore dom. No one can live with this kind of pain. People like this need a way to take it out."

"Hmm.. you guessed right... i am into BDSM", I finally end his monologue.

He smiles knowingly with a I-knew-this look.

" So can you give me a membership?"

"No..I can't ...only experienced dominants and subs get the memberships..I have to check your efficiency first... You come here tonight after need to do a scene with one of the subs here and then you might be approved...or not".

"Okay.. as you say."

He passes me a card and informs me that I will need this to gain entry here tonight.

I thank him and start to leave when he grabs my hand.

"Don't be disappointed if you don't get approved, you can always find me here, at the same time. I generally play the dom here. But you know what, I won't mind subbing for you ", he says , his voice dripping with seduction. I free my hand with a "no thanks" and leave the place ASAP.

Oh god.. So he was a gay.

I return there at night after 10 pm. The glass building looks like its closed. I walk to the guard standing there and give him the card that Zachary gave me. The guard leads me inside the building through a different door.

The large room is bathed in demonic red. The only furniture in this room is a large red leather couch. There are a number of crosses in the corners of the room and karabiners cover the roof .It reminds me of my playroom and I suppress a laugh. Maybe it feels good to unleash your demons in red room.

I number of scenes are taking place around me. To my left, a woman is being whipped, and another woman is giving her dom a blowjob. To my right, a man is being fucked with a strap on. Jeez! It gives a strange tingling sensation to my ass. I have not tried it since Elena. Men and women are leashed and are engaged in various other acts. I spot Zachary and walk towards him. He is having a drink while a brunette is sucking his cock.

"Hi ..pleasure to meet you again.. about the scene you said..",I say but he cuts me off again..really bastard.!

"Hello Mike .. and its Zachary..well let me find you a sub first".

With this he pulls up the brunette sucking him and whispers something to her.

She rushes to the other end of the room and returns with three women.

"Pick one", Zachary tells me, stuffing his dick back in his pants.

Two of them are blondes . Though they are good looking but they are not my type .The third woman is a brunette with a pale face and a petite figure. She is much shorter than me (but then most people are). She looks attractive and very submissive. Her eyes are cast down.

I lift her face by cupping her chin and dark blue eyes meet my dark grey. I instantly feel my cock come to life. Yeah! She is exactly the type I prefer..blue eyes, petite and brunette. I smile at her and announce that I will do a scene with her.

Zachary says," hmmm.. Liela lead your master to third dungeon." Oh so her name is Liela.