"Keep your eyes closed."

Anastasia giggles as I cover her eyes with my hand.

"No peeking now."

"What is it? Where are we going?"

I guide her down the hall, into the library. After Elliot and his team were done with the house, I brought in another to work on our playroom. She knows they've been working on it, but hasn't seen it. This is my Christmas present to her.

Once in the library, I go to one of the bookcases and move three of the books to get to a small keyhole. I slide in the brand new key, unlocking the hidden door. I pull open the book case, where another door is located. This one has a code, so I punch in the 4 digit code and grab the handle, opening it.

The smell of new wood, fabric, leather, and orange furniture polish hits us and Anastasia sighs and leans back into me.

"Mmm..." She hums, knowing its the smell of the playroom.

"Are you ready?"

She nods against my hand and so I release her, letting her take in the room.

She gasps. "Christian! It's beautiful! Oh, may I?" She asks, looking around.

"Free reign while we're not in scene, Mrs. Grey."

I've gotten rid of all my furniture/props/items from the previous room and bought all new just for us. It was important to me that everything we use has never touched another. The room is decorated completely in red and gold, with warm gold lighting, and silk and satin covering most of the room. The last room was leather, and although she likes leather, I wanted our playroom to be soft and beautiful. More about the pleasure and little about actual pain.

She makes her way around the room, taking in the bed with the red and gold linens, the new cross, bindings, belts, paddles, and etc. She stops in front of the gold swing that is hanging and makes it move a little.

"This looks fun." She mentions, continuing.

My dick is getting harder the longer she's in this room and I need to have her soon. She runs her hand over the bed and looks up, grinning.

"A mirror?"

I smile. "I want to see you...all of you...not matter what position I might have you in."

She bites her lip and hums at the thought.

"Enough, Anastasia." I bark, ready for her. I snap my finger and point to the ground in front of me.

Hurrying over, she kneels in front of me and gets into position.

"Good girl. It's time we break this room in. This room has been silent for too long. It's time to fill it with your screams."

I hear her whimper and make a circle around her.

"Up."

She stands and I pull on her ponytail so that I can rework it into a braid. I work swiftly while she keeps her eyes downcast and I'm having a hard time staying in dom mode. I want to throw her onto the bed and just fuck the daylights out of her, but I know that wouldn't be as fun as what I'm about to do to her.

"Turn."

She turns toward me and I pull on the tie of her silk robe, letting it fall to the floor. We have just finished with a bath for the night and she smells of apples and lavender.

"You have the most delectable body, Mrs. Grey. It's going to be so much fun playing with you."

I take her hand and lead her over to a new table I ordered. It's technically a gynecologist surgical table, but I can tie her up in so many different positions, I knew I needed to have it.

I pick her up, placing her on the table, and she automatically lays down.

"That's a good girl."

I take her arm and place it on the arm rest, binding her arm straight out at her side. I do the same with the second and she keeps quiet, but she's watching me. I continue down to her feet and pull up the stirrups, binding her calves and feet. Lastly, I take the thick leather straps and bind her chest and hips to the table so she can't move. When I'm finished, I take a step back and take her in.

"Satin or lace...?" I ask out loud. She knows better than to answer unless I speak directly to her, so she stays quiet and watches me. "I think I'd like to see lace against that pretty skin of yours."

I wander over to one of the drawers where dozens of blindfolds are. I choose a black lace blindfold.

"Raise." I state when I get back to her.

Her head raises and I tie the blindfold on her. When she lowers her head, I take her in and nod. Yes. Lace was definitely the right choice.

Across the room there is a doctor's stool and I roll it over to the table and lower it until I'm right in front of of her opening. Her center is pink, my favorite color on her. It's glistening and I see that she keeps clenching her muscles, looking for some kind of relief.

"Mmm, Mrs. Grey. You're positively stunning...and I get to enjoy it as long as I want." She's bound tight, unable to move, no matter how much she wants to or how long I want to play. "You will keep quiet, Anastasia, or I'll deny you release. Tell me you understand."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

I lean in and blow lightly on her clit, making her whimper. I see her toes curl and her muscles move under her skin as she tries to move. I blow up and down her slit a few times, watching her bite her lip and move her head from side to side. I know she wants to beg, but I'm hoping she'll stay good.

My tongue comes out and I swipe up the length of it, watching her mouth form an 'O'. I move to her clit, giving it long, slow licks. I'm in no hurry and I'll enjoy her all night.

Her chin raises towards the ceiling as she tries to move her hips against her restraints. The leather is tight though, pressing into her skin and she can't move more than a centimeter or so.

I use both thumbs to pull her lips apart and place the top of my tongue flat against her clit, rubbing it circles. She's fighting against her bindings and she's panting, but so far she's been good and kept quiet.

I lick up and down her slit with a flat tongue, getting her worked up until I feel her throbbing against me. When I feel the throb quickening, I slowly pull away.

She squeaks...a beginning of a whine, but she bites her bottom lip.

"That's a good girl. You need to learn how to absorb the pleasure I give you instead of begging to come."

I blow on her slit again, trying to cool the bloodflow from pulsing. She clenches her center and I see her nectar drip out from her center.

"Clench again, babydoll." I demand, wanting more.

I see her muscles contract again and I let out a moan, licking her opening. "That's my good girl. Keep clenching baby. I need more."

I begin to tongue her clit as she clenches and unclenches over and over, coaxing her wetness further. I hear her panting hard and stop, looking up at her. She's still clenching and I realize she might be able to get herself off this way.

"Easy, babydoll. Relax those muscles. I didn't say you could come."

Her muscles relax and so I kiss her center as a reward. My tongue comes out and slips down to her opening, lapping softly at it, rolling my tongue around the sensitive opening.

"Oh." She breathes. It's barely even a whisper, so I decide to let it slide and keep working her.

I continue to play and lap, stopping every so often so she doesn't come, yet. She becomes so sensitive that the throbbing won't stop, so I lick her slit from bottom to top, slowly, over and over, taking it off her center with each stroke. She's struggling in her bindings and whimpering; looking up at her, I see a vein in her neck protruding and I know it's time to let her release.

Placing my mouth on her clit, I state, "Come." And suck on it lightly, knowing if I do it too strongly, it'll be painful.

She comes, screaming at the top of her lungs, her body trembling and her thigh muscles clenching and unclenching over and over.

When she relaxes, she takes a few deep breaths. "Thank you, sir."

I don't answer her. She already knows I enjoy giving her the pleasure. Instead, I continue to work on her clit, bringing her to orgasm again a minute later.

"Mmm, you are so good to me." She states through her panting as her head rolls to the side.

"How do you feel babydoll?" I'm hard as a rock, my dick throbbing so intensely that it hurts, but I won't continue if she's too exhausted.

"I feel wonderful, but I still have an ache."

"An ache?"

"Mmhmm."

"Where, sweet girl?"

"Deep inside, sir."

"Oh?" I ask, standing and pulling my pajama pants to my knees. Rubbing my length a few times, I rub out the dull ache before I slip the head into her pulsing center.

"Does this help?"

"Deeper...please, sir."

I press halfway into her. "How about now?"

She shakes her head. "No, sir. I need all of you. Deep. Please."

"How deep, baby? Deep enough to hit your womb?"

She moans loudly and I feel her muscles contract around me. "Yes! Yes, that deep."

I thrust until I'm seated completely inside of her and flex my hips until I feel it pressing against her cervix. "Like this?"

"Oh, yes..." She moans. "Yes, just like that. Thank you, sir."

"Are you my good girl?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm your good girl. Only yours."

"What does my good girl want?"

She bites her lip and moans. "I want you to fuck me, sir."

"Hard?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my good girl."

When we finish, I take a few seconds to catch my breath and then I begin to release her from her bindings. When she's free, she doesn't even bother to move.

"Tired, Mrs. Grey?"

"Exhausted, sir." She sighs, relaxed.

Her blindfold is still on, but I pick her up to carry her to the bed. She doesn't startle like she use to. She expects me to touch her and move her while in our playroom. I like that she trusts me enough not to be surprised by it.

I carry her over to the bed and place her on the cool duvet, pulling it out from under her. She relaxes against the soft pillows.

"It feels like a cloud." She mentions, snuggling in deeper.

"I picked the softest bed and pillows I could find, baby. Just for you." I state, pulling her blindfold off. "How do you like our playroom?"

She smiles at me and her eyes sweep across the large room. "It's perfect, Christian. I love it."

"Better than the last one?"

She nods. "Much better. And it's all ours."

Relieved, I slide in next to her. "Me, too. I wanted everything in here to be soft and pleasurable to your skin, baby."

"You've succeeded, Mr. Grey. It's incredible. Thank you for my present."

"You're more than welcome, babydoll. It's a present for both of us." I reach for the remote and dim the lights to the lowest setting.

She snuggles into me and relaxes with a sigh.

My muscles relax once she's settled and I close my eyes, enjoying the smell of the room-a mixture between wood, orange, sex, and Ana-and feeling of the soft bed and Ana against me. It's in the center of the house, making it extremely quiet...therapeutic in a way. This room is my therapy. I get out my aggression, my fantasies, and my pleasure all at once. It's intoxicating. She's intoxicating.

"Christian?"

"Hmm?" I am half-asleep when she whispers my name.

"Why haven't you taken my backside?"

I'm awake!...And shocked to the core.

"What?"

"At the vacation house, you said you were going to train me, but you never did. Why haven't you?"

"Well...I..." I don't even know what to say. "I've been so wrapped up in you, I haven't really thought about it. You seemed nervous about it."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask?"

"Well..."

I grin. "You want me to?"

"I...well...yes. I want to be yours in every way. Kate says it feels good, so I want to try it."

My lips curl in disgust at the thought of Elliot and Kate.

"I'll start training you if you promise to never bring up my brother's sex life again."

She giggles and kisses my chest. "Got it. I'll leave Elliot's sexcapades out of it."

I chuckle lightly and squeeze her to me. "Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome, Christian. I want to give you all of me. Every piece." She yawns and I stroke her hair.

"Sleep, sweet girl."

"Mmmkay."

XxXxXx

A few hours later, we are awoken by someone knocking on the coded door. It takes a few seconds to register, but realizing it has to be Taylor knocking, I jump up to put my pajama pants back on. He wouldn't knock unless something is wrong or important.

Anastasia stands up quickly and wraps her robe around her, looking startled by the abrupt end to our sleep. I make my way to the door and look back at her one more time to make sure she's covered before opening it. Taylor is standing there in his pajama pants and white undershirt, his hair sticking up in odd angles. Something is going on.

"What's going on, Taylor? Let's have a seat in the library." No matter what it is, I don't want him in our playroom.

He nods, rubbing the back of his disheveled head and I follow him out, Anastasia behind me.

"Anastasia..." I'm about to go tell her to head to bed, not wanting her to have to worry about anything, but seeing her her cocked eyebrow, I stop.

"No secrets, remember?"

I nod. "Yes, of course."

Taylor takes a seat in one of the overstuffed armchairs and Anastasia and I sit on the couch across from him.

"What is it, Taylor? What's happening?"

He wets his lips and rubs his hands together. "Well, I just got a call from Adekoya. Sabolo was killed in a car accident this morning."

Anastasia gasps and I look on, stunned. "He...what? How?"

"Jack." Anastasia whispers.

Taylor refuses to make eye contact with either of us, but his body language gives him away.

"They were on Hyde's tail, chasing him through the streets, and Hyde slammed on his brakes, forcing Sabolo to slam on his and the car spun out of control, flipped, and he was ejected through the windshield."

Anastasia has her hands over her mouth. "Oh, my god."

My stomach clenches. "How is Adekoya?"

"He's in the hospital, but he's alive. Having a hard time with Sabolo."

"I'm sure he is." I murmur, trying to take it all in. The two of them were a unit. They worked so well together. "Was Hyde caught?"

Taylor shakes his head and the tiny bit of hope I have in my chest disappears.

"They never hit him, so he sped off and hid in some rat hole."

"Fuck. Of-fucking-course!" I stand and pull on my hair, pacing. I can't sit still. Sabolo was a father, a husband, a son. He had a family and the bastard took him away from them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Anastasia sitting quietly, watching me. She knows to let me burn off the energy a little bit before trying to calm me down.

"They told them it was Hyde, right?" The fucker needs to go down...whether I find him, or the police find him, I don't give a fuck. He just committed man slaughter.

He nods."Yes...but...there's more."

I stop mid-stride and look at Taylor. "More?"

He nods.

"Well what the fuck is it?"

He looks up at me and then back down to the couch, silently requesting that I have a seat. This can't be good. I take a seat, hoping it'll get him talking.

"The police in Detroit were already looking for Hyde. The building we torched...well, it wasn't torched enough. The firemen came, got it extinguished before it burned everything."

My heart drops into my stomach. "What was left, Taylor? What did they find?"

"They found the half burned bed, the shackles, spreader bar, and the melted bottles of chemicals..." He says, his eyes swiping over to Anastasia just for a quick second, worried to say too much. I give him a nod, telling him to keep going.

"They also found pieces of a partially burned book."

"No." The word is barely above a whisper. I think my heart has officially stopped. I stand, rubbing my stubble. "How did it survive? I tore it up for fuck's sake!"

"They're looking for the girl in the photos. They showed Adekoya a picture of her face, asking if he knew her. He said he'd never met anyone that looked like that, which wasn't a lie..." That's true. I never let them cross paths. "The police officer was disappointed and said if they don't find her soon that they're going to the media to get the word out."

"Absolutely not!" I bark. There is no way Anastasia's face is going to be mixed with that disgusting story. I've got to protect her.

"The only way to stop it, is for Anastasia to go to the police. They want to interview her."

"Interrogate her." I growl out, through my teeth.

Taylor shakes his head. "No, Christian. She's the victim...potential victim. They just want to know what she knows...how she knows him."

I turn toward her and see her sitting there, chewing her lip while she plays with her finger nails. I immediately drop down on the couch next to her and put my hands over hers.

"Baby-"

"I'll do it."

"Ana...are you sure? You-"

"I'm sure. He killed someone, Christian. He needs to be stopped. He needs put away where he can't hurt anyone else."

I sigh and bring her hands up to my mouth, kissing both of them. "I'll go with you. I'll stand by your side. You'll tell your story, and I'll tell mine. Together, with the police, we bring the fucker down." I'm more determined than ever. At the beginning, I hadn't wanted the police to be involved, but now that he's killed one of my men, we need the help.

She gives me a forced smile and nod. "Since we're up, I'm going to let the dogs out."

"Will you make some coffee, Anastasia?" I ask, knowing I won't be able to sleep anymore.

She gives me a polite smile and nods, exiting the library and closing the door behind her. She must know that Taylor and I need to smooth some things over.

"Coffee first, Taylor." I need a few minutes to mull this information over in my mind. What has happened, what can we do about it, what have we not tried, where have we looked, what are we missing, how can the police help? I know for certain we'll have to call the police first thing in the morning so that it doesn't reach the media.

It's time for the fucker to rot.

Next Up: Christian and Ana babysit Ava.