So, I tried to upload this via app, but everyone said they couldn't see 15 even though they got an alert. Trying again on the comp. Hope it works now.

Today is Anastasia's first day back to work since the accident. She's worked from home for the last couple weeks, but she said she was falling behind. She convinced me to let her come back to work, becauase of it. I told her she would be coming for a half a day, but she fought me on it. She reminded me that she had stayed home longer than she was meant to, so I conceded at the time. The doesn't mean that later, if I notice that she's having a hard time, that I won't demand that she go home. I've checked on her twice today and, so far, she seems to be in good spirits and walking alright with her brace.

Andrea buzzes me to let me know that she's going to lunch, so I decide to head down to see if Ana wants to go down to the cafe and eat something. When I get to her office, I see her at her desk. Her head is leaning on her hand, which is being help up by her elbow. At first, I think she's concentrating on something at her desk, but when I get closer, I see that she's sleeping.

I sigh. I knew that it was too much too soon. Half day it is.

"Ana...Ana, baby?" I keep my voice gentle, not wanting to startle her.

Her head lulls and rolls off her hand, startling her awake. Her eyes meet mine and she jumps up. "Christian! I...what...um...how can I help you?"

I smirk at her clouded brain. "Sleeping on the job, Mrs. Grey?"

Her shoulders drop in defeat and she rubs her eyes. "I know. I'm terrible. I'd be fired if I was in a different position. I didn't mean to."

"But, you aren't in a different position. You're the owner...and even if you weren't, it'd be pretty shitty for someone to fire a pregnant woman for falling asleep while she's being overworked."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not overworked."

I take the three steps to her and grab her chin, yanking it up so she's looking at me in the eyes. "Eye rolling, Mrs. Grey?"

Her eyes widen. "I'm sorry, sir. Drowsiness makes me cranky. I'll be careful."

"Why didn't you tell me you were so tired?"

She shrugs. "I just thought I could get through it. I've gotten so use to sleeping a couple hours in the afternoon, I think my body got use to it."

I sit on the edge of her desk and pull her between my legs, holding her waist in one hand, the other resting on her fifteen week pregnant belly. "Baby, you're pregnant. You need to listen to your body. I told you from the very beginning that when you got pregnant, that you had to be very careful and do what your body tells you. I am the alpha, Anastasia, and you are carrying my baby. I don't care if you think I'm being overprotective. You will listen to my orders. Tell me you understand and will be my good girl."

She leans against me and presses her lips to mine. "Yes, husband, I understand. I'm your good girl."

"Good, babydoll. Now, get your handbag and your belongings. We're going home. You need rest. We'll come in a little late tomorrow and see if that helps with your drowsiness." I pat her bum a couple times to get her moving.

"Yes, sir." After putting her in her place, she doesn't fight me one bit. She knows better.

Taylor takes us home, but she stays quiet in the SUV. I begin to think that she's giving me the silent treatment, but when I look over, I see that she's fallen asleep again with her head against the window. This pregnancy seems to be making her exhausted. I really don't want to tell her that she needs to continue to work at home while she's pregnant; I want to be able to give her some freedom, but if she continues to exhaust herself at work, I'll have no choice but to step in.

We pull into the circular driveway in front of the house and I let myself out before heading to her side to let her out. I'm careful to open it slowly, worried she'll fall out of the car since she's leaning against the door, even though her seatbelt is on. I slip my arm in the door as I open it a little to keep her safe. Her head lulls just for a second before she rights it and blinks her eyes open.

"Oh, are we home already?" She pushes her hair out of her face.

"Yes, baby. We're home. It's straight to bed for you." I tell her, unbuckling her seatbelt and lifting her out of the car. She allows me to carry her in without a word and when we make it to the bedroom, she stays still while I lay her down and pull her shoes off of her.

"Will you lay with me?" She asks while I pull her into a sitting position to undress her.

I shake my head. "No, I've work to do. I'll lay with you and rub your tummy until you fall asleep if you'd like." I pull her dress over her head and when she reappears, she's grinning up at me.

"I'd like."

I chuckle and kiss her lips. "T-shirt or silk?"

"T-shirt, please."

I give her a wink and head towards the drawers where my sleep shirts are. I don't know why I ask. She always prefers my clothes.

Once I have her dressed for bed and under the covers, I slide out of my shoes and climb in next to her. She rolls towards me and kisses my lips. "Thank you for taking care of me, Christian."

I hum and kiss her lips again. "No need to thank me, angel. It's my job."

She giggles. "But you spoil me rotten."

"Rotten? Are you really?" I lean in and begin to sniff her loudly rubbing my nose into her sensitive neck, making her giggle even more. "Nothing rotten. Just apples and chamomile. You smell good enough to eat." I nibble lightly on her neck and she offers more of her neck for me. I kiss and nibble a few seconds longer before my lips travel up to her own to press one last kiss to them.

"You need sleep. You look exhausted. Sleep now, baby."

Rolling to her back, she stretches. "Mmkay."

I lift the shirt enough to rub her swollen stomach and begin to rub it in circles just as she likes. She's still watching me, but her eyelids are getting heavy. "Close your eyes, babydoll." Her eyes flutter shut and I continue to watch her until her breathing evens out and becomes deep. I slow the circles on her stomach until I'm sure she isn't going to wake up and then bend down to kiss the swell.

"Sleep well, baby Grey. Give Mommy some rest, okay?" I whisper to our baby, kissing her stomach again. I pull the shirt back down over her stomach and tuck her in, pulling the covers up to her neck. I make my way to the door and turn and look at her once more, before closing the door behind me.

XxXxXx

My stomach growls, making give up on this email to Ros. I have been neglecting my emails and my inbox is overflowing. I really need to force myself to concentrate on work more. Since Anastasia has been pregnant, I find myself unable to be away from her. I'd rather spend all my time with her than work, but I need to keep the company afloat. There are so many employees depending on me, along with clients, and my own family. I want my children and my children's children to be set up for greatness. I'm hoping that at least one of our children is willing to take over the company when I retire and that it will continue to be a staple in Seattle for a long time. I want the Grey name to live on in the business world as a clear and powerful force.

I hear the handle on my office door turn and I look up to see Anastasia slipping into my office, closing the door behind her. She still has on my t-shirt and her hair is thrown up into a high bun.

"Baby, you're going to freeze in that."

She just smiles at me as she makes her way over. She steps between me and my desk and bends over, closing my laptop and pushing it away from us. When she does, my t-shirt rides up on her backside and I'm startled to see her naked ass and a bunny tail. My hand comes up and collides with asscheek, making her moan.

"You aren't supposed to put that in yourself."

She looks over her shoulder at me and pouts. "I didn't touch myself, sir. You just seemed so stressed out from work and I thought playing would ease you." She pulls the t-shirt off her body and gets on the desk, her ass up in the air, her elbows holding her top half up enough so she doesn't put too much pressure on her stomach. She wiggles that sweet little ass at me. "Maybe you should punish me a little for the tail."

Oh, fuck me.

I haven't been rough with her since she's been pregnant, although a part of me misses it and I know she's craving it. I'm worried that somehow I'll hurt the baby if I spank her too hard or fuck her too roughly. Today, though, today I don't know if I can help myself. Since I've started training her, I've bought different size butt plugs to get her ready for me and this last one I bought was a bunny tail. When her nose is itchy, she has a habit of twitching it, reminding me of a little bunny. I thought the tail was fitting. We haven't used it, yet. Evidently, the sweet little minx took it upon herself to make sure we use it.

"You're topping from the bottom again, Mrs. Grey."

"I just want to ease my husband, Mr. Grey. It was in my vows, remember?"

I grin. "How can I forget?" I sigh and spank her ass when she shakes her ass again. "Little minx."

"Mmm, again, sir. Oh, please? Again." She shakes her backside again and I spank her harder, making her moan again.

Fine. The little seductress is going to get her way.

I spank her a few more times, alternating from one cheek to the other, and I can feel myself quickly becoming hard. She notices it, too, because one of her hands find the tent in my pants and squeezes.

"You like that, baby?" She smiles up at me and nods. I begin to unbuckle my belt and she gets a twinkle in her eyes. "No belt." I refuse to hit her with anything while she's carrying my child. I'll keep to my hands. I continue to rid myself of my pants and kick them and my underwear off and step closer to her mouth.

"Open." she gladly does, pivoting a little to the side to take me in. I groan when her lips clamp around me. "That's a good girl. Don't swallow." I let her work me while I continue to rid myself of my shirt. When I finish, I take her in, sprawled out on my desk, face down, with her lips wrapped around my dick and her ass pink from my hand.

"Fuck." I hiss under my breath and let my head fall back while she works me. My right hand finds her backside and I begin to knead and massage it as she plays. My hips start to move, fucking that tight little mouth, and I have to force myself not to come. I spank her, making her hum around my length, and my cock jumps. I spank her again, satisfied when I get the same response from her. A few more times and I start to feel myself twitching. I pull myself out of her mouth and pump my dick a few times, sending ribbons of semen across her back.

She shivers and hums. "It's warm."

"You're mine." I grunt as I finish.

"Yes, sir. Only yours."

When my mind clears, I spank her twice, hard, one on each cheek. "Oh, please, please don't stop." She's wiggling on my desk and I know she's wet. I spank her twice more and then my fingers trail down the center of her ass, passed the white bunny tail, and to her wet center.

"You're soaked, baby. Look at that. You made a mess all over my desk."

She looks back at me and bites her bottom lip. "Oops."

"Yea, oops. You'll clean it up." Her eyebrows knit together, but she doesn't have time to question me. I grab her and pull her up, setting her on her feet. She begins to turn towards me, but I hold her away from me. "No. You stay where I put you."

"Yes, sir."

I lean over and pull the bottom drawer of the desk open, taking out a microfiber rag and orange scented pledge. I place it on the desk in front of her. "Clean it. All of it."

"I think I wore the wrong costume for a French maid..." She cheeks, but grabs the rag. I spank her for her cheek.

"You'll do as I say."

"Yes, Master Grey."

Her words make my dick shoot straight into the air and I growl, biting her neck. She's never called me that before, but it's such a fucking turn on. She bends over to clean the desk and her plump little ass comes in contact with my dick, making it bobb. She looks back at me and wiggles enough for the bunny tail to tickle the end.

"Fuck. Don't stop cleaning, baby." I have a seat in my chair and lower it, so that my face is level with her center. I force her to bend more, opening her up to me some more, and my mouth finds the sweet spot between her legs.

I feel her still and I pull my face from her center, spanking her. "I told you not to stop. If you stop, I stop. Tell me you understand."

"Mmm, yes, Master. I'm cleaning."

I groan. "Such a good babydoll." I find her center again and get to work while she cleans my desk. She keeps moaning, wiggling and twitching while I work her clit.

"Oh, I'm done. I did it. Oh, please let me come. Oh, please..." Her hand comes around to my hair, trying to coax me to finish her. I take her right leg and prop her bad knee on the desk and begin to thrust my tongue into her, giving her that last push towards the edge. She cries out and writhes, bent over the desk and I continue to work her center, using my right hand to pluck at the bunny tail until she relaxes.

"Thank you, Master." She giggles at her little joke, but the word makes me impossibly harder. I stand and lean over her, biting her earlobe.

"I love it when you call me that." I growl into her ear, spanking her. "It makes me so fucking hard." I slam into her, making her scream out.

"Again, again." She begs when I still. "Oh, that's incredible. Oh, please. Master...oh..OH!" I slam into her again when she says it and begin a punishing pace. It doesn't take her long to come again and I can feel myself getting close. It only takes her clamping around me to push me over the edge. I come, grunting her name and I pull us both back into my chair, her on my lap. She leans back against me and for the first time I realize that we're sticky from the mark I left on her back. Right now, I don't really give a shit.

I lay back in the chair, her sprawled out on top of me, while we catch out breath. When she finds hers, she turns sideways in my lap and cups my cheek. "That was incredible."

"You seduced me into being rough."

She giggles. "I had to. I needed it. We both did."

I just grunt in response. I do feel a lot more relaxed.

"Do you think I could seduce you into taking my backside?"

I'm shocked to my core. "What? Here?"

She gives me a devilish grin. "Yes. I don't want to waste the moment."

I snort. "You think I might say no later."

She nods. "I almost guarantee it. Please. We've been training so long. I'm ready."

"You're horny." I tell her, but I give her a lopsided grin.

She nods. "That too. Come on, Christian. Let's try it. If it's too much, I promise I'll tell you."

I wonder if it's a good idea, but my dick has already spoken for me. She feels it against her leg and smiles at me.

"Mmm, I like when you think with that head." She pulls me in for a long, sweet kiss and the rest of my resolve crumbles.

"Fine. But, you're in charge."

Her eyes widen, but she nods. "Okay."

I lean forward with her still in my lap and pull open the same drawer, pulling out a small bottle of KY. She looks at it in my hand and cocks an eyebrow, making me laugh.

"A good dom is always ready. Now stand up and bend over the desk again." She does as I say and I pull the bunny tail butt plug out slowly. I place it on the desk and open the bottle of KY, before turning it over and squeezing it down the center of her backside, waiting until it runs past her bud before slipping two fingers into it, lubricating it. I lubricate my dick next, wanting it to go in as easy as possible for her.

"You're sure?"

She nods. "Yes."

I line my dick up at her opening and use my hand to help push the tip in. It's tight and I have to use some force. "Stay relaxed, baby. It'll make it easier." I see her body relax against the desk and find it's easier to push. I'm 1/3 of the way in when I stop. "How are you?"

She giggles and looks over her shoulder at me. "I'm fine."

I nod and continue to slowly push but she pushes back against me and I'm seated completely inside of her quickly. "Fuck, Ana. Impatient little thing."

She reaches back and caresses my thigh. "I'm not going to break, Christian."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It burns, but it'll go away. I can take some pain." She begins to move her hips, so I decide there's a better solution. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you, so why don't we have a seat and I'll let you take charge?" I pull both of us back and in the sitting position and she hisses a little.

"Put your legs on each side of mine and open wide. Yes, just like that. Now use your legs." She raises a little and comes back down, a breath of air blowing out of her mouth as she does. "Take your time. Get use to my intrusion."

I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. I've never taken a woman's virginity before and I don't know how slow or how fast to go. I don't know if it's drawing the pain out by going slow or making it unbearable by going fast. I just know that when Elena did it, it hurt like hell and she didn't even give me a choice on if I wanted it or not. I bled from my ass for a damn week after. I refuse to do that to my girl. I'll give her an option, let her take the lead. That's what a good dom...a good husband would do.

She slowly moves up and down on my dick and pretty soon, she moves faster and starts to moan out. I allow myself to start feeling the pleasure and stop thinking of the wretched blonde witch once I see that she's feeling good. She leans back against me and continues moving.

"I'm all yours, Christian. I belong to you." She whispers, breathless, as she rides me. She turns her head to the side to look up at me and I lean to kiss her.

"That's right angel, baby. You're all mine. Every inch. I own this body."

She hums. "Your possession."

"My possession. My babydoll. My angel."

I begin to move with her, making her eyes roll back in her head. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it. She cries out and grips the arm rests, moving her hips faster.

"That feel good, babydoll? You're so warm and wet. So swollen. You need a release?"

She nods, panting. "Yes. Yes, please." She's breathless, but refuses to stop moving.

I quicken the pace of my hips and my fingers and bring her over the edge. When she begins to scream and pulse around my dick, I let go, too.

Afterward, we lay there for a long time, refusing to move. I am still inside of her and I can feel my semen leaking out around me, but I'm already so messy, that I don't care. We'll take a bath.

Probably twenty minutes pass before she stirs. I'm on the edge of sleep when she does, rousing me from drowsiness. She begins to stand, and I help her.

"Careful. Get your footing first." I'm worried her backside will hurt when she walks. "You got it? Should I carry you?"

She giggles. "Yes, I've got it. This pregnant lady has to pee." She rubs her stomach while she takes a second to get her bearings then heads for the door.

"Use our bathroom, baby. We need to bathe."

I make myself stand and clean up before making my way out of the office. I leave the plug on my desk so that I remember to clean it later and find Anastasia sitting on the toilet, waiting for me. I decide to run a hot bath for us, hoping it'll ease her sore backside. When it's ready, I ease her into it and sit behind her.

"Thank you, Ana."

She looks at me over her shoulder. "For what?"

"For making me be rough. For letting me have your backside."

"I wanted it, Christian. Thank you for doing it."

I rub her stomach with both my hands while hers rest on my thighs.

"We find out the gender next week."

I grin and kiss her neck. "I know. Are you excited?"

She smiles and watches my hands. "Yes. I can't wait to start on the nursery."

I hum. "I like when you spend money."

"You're so weird." She states, giggling.

"I like that I can provide for our family. I like that you can buy whatever your heart desires and it's because of me."

"Well, you might change your mind once I put a dent in the pocketbook for this baby." She pats her stomach and I laugh.

"Try your hardest, angel. I'll never change my mind." We have a deal that she can buy whatever she wants, however much she wants, as long as I have say in anything related to the protection of our baby. Car seats, swings, cribs, bassinets, pack-n-plays...all of that has to go passed me.

I squeeze her close to me and sigh.

"Christian? What is it? I wish you'd just tell me." She turns towards me and straddles my legs to sit. Her hands rest at the junction between my neck and shoulders. "You'll never feel better if you don't talk about what's bothering you."

I shake my head. "We'll talk about it later. This is your aftercare, baby."

She lets out a frustrated growl and I try to give her a hard look, but it's so damn cute that I crack a smile and then laugh.

"You're the king of aftercare, sir, and I love being babied, but I'm okay. I promise. Please, talk to me." She lifts her hands above her head and pretends to take something off, throw it, and puts something back on her head.

"What was that?"

She giggles. "I took my submissive hat off and now I have my wife hat on. It's wife and husband time now."

I cock my head to the side, giving her an amused look. She wraps her arms around my neck and nibbles on my pulse point below my ear, making me groan. I think if I had to come again, it'd be painful, but I can't help that her nibbling feels good. I love her attention.

"You going to tell me, yet, or do I have to keep going?"

"Umm..." I pretend to think about it. "Just a little longer."

She giggles and continues to nibble, suck, and lick down my neck and bites lightly on my collarbone, making me groan. Seeing my adam's apple bob, she kisses up my throat and nibbles on it.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Although it feels good, my dick is sore. Man, I'm getting old.

She sits up immediately, ready to listen.

"I didn't want to say anything to you until I've worked out the problem in my head. I haven't decided what I should do."

A 'V' forms on her forehead. "What's the problem."

"Ros and I have been emailing back and forth and she's frustrated with me because I've been neglecting work more than I should have. She thinks that I should fly over to St. Louis to meet with the people in charge of the shipping yard there."

"Shipping yard? In St. Louis?"

I nod. "It's right on the Mississippi River. Many companies have built in St. Louis for that reason. It also gets the Grey name out to the Midwest."

"Okay, so what's the problem? Why don't you want to go?"

I scratch the back of my neck. "I don't know when to go. I don't know if I want to go. If I wait too long, I'll run the risk of you going into labor, but I haven't wanted to go so far because of your accident and your knee. I don't want to go now, cause we have a doctor's appointment and I don't really know if I want to leave you at all. If I don't go, I run the risk of pissing the shipyard off. Ros refuses to go because she knows she'll be stuck with everything out of town for awhile when you're full term."

"Then go after our appointment. Jack is in jail and I'm too early to go into labor. You can't neglect your business, Christian. GEH was your first baby."

I smile, knowing she's right. My business is my baby. "I always have such a hard time leaving you."

She nuzzles her nose with mine. "I know, but we'll have Skype and the phone. How long will you be gone?"

I shrug. "Probably about a week. I guess I can leave that Sunday night and come back that Thursday night. It'll give me most of the week with them."

She smiles. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"I guess not." I chuckle.

"See, I make everything better. Talk to me about things like this from now on."

Nodding, I squeeze her to me. "You're right."

"Aren't I always?"

I tickle her sides, making her giggle and squeal. She tries to wiggle away from me, but I grab her. "Get your little ass over here, sassy pants. I need to wash you. I'm starved."