I figured this chapter would be better suited to read if it were from Christian's POV. A few of you were asking about it, too! Do you guys prefer I write some from Ana's POV and some from Christian's, or just strictly Ana's? Let me know! Thanks again for the support and the nice reviews! Enjoy!*

Christian Grey

GREY: The rules for tonight are simple; Keep yourself blindfolded and drag the feather along your legs first. As you do so, describe what you are feeling – not only physically, but dig deep into your feelings and thoughts as well. Then move to your stomach, then your collarbones, down both arms, and across your neck. Describe everything that goes through your mind.

Tonight would be the first of many that I would get to know who 'Jessie' was. The first night I had watched her on cam, her innocent personality caught my attention. Though the way she portrayed herself was clearly unnatural behavior, her quirky naive traits broke through the mask she wore.

I leaned back in my chair, waiting in silence for 'Jessie' to respond. What she did not know would not hurt her. If in fact it was her who bumped into me at the cafe earlier, then soon I would know her true identity with certainty.

Jessie: Alright. How will I know when to stop? Or do I just keep going?

Wasting no time, I lunged forward to reply. Tonight had nothing to do with seeing 'Jessie' naked or getting off to watching her tickle herself with a feather. There lied a far deeper meaning behind tonight's private chat.

GREY: When you hear the tip alert sound you may take off the blindfold.

Jessie: Okay.

I observed with my hand over my mouth, clenched tightly in a fist. I wanted to hear her thoughts on what she was feeling – what she was experiencing. Though I had no doubts in my mind that 'Jessie' would be an adequate, perhaps even excellent, sub, I had to make sure. If she were to start romanticizing what the feather play upon her sense of touch made her feel, then she would not suffice as someone to invest my time in.

However, I was hoping for something far more intricate. I couldn't place my finger on what about 'Jessie' screamed girl next door with a white picket fence and churchgoing family, but I wanted to venture that if I could get close enough to her that tapestry would unwind.

She began to do as I instructed her. Good. So she could obey an order without any defiance. I would start her off simple, gradually let her slip into comfort of our private chats. The more this continued, the more I could probably persuade her to do.

"It tickles on my toes," she grinned, "I hate having my feet tickled."

Nice to know, 'Jessie'. When we meet in person I can torture you by tickling your feet if you are to disobey me.

She wore a cute, crooked smile as she brought the feather up towards her knees. Normally, a person cannot tickle themselves. Science considers it practically impossible. Not for her, I suppose.

"It feels nicer on my legs. It's very...sensual. I kind of want a leg massage now."

I would rather pull your hair, 'Jessie'. She stays on her shins for a while, lightly flicking the feather back and forth. Stoically, I work over her body with my eyes. She appears to be in decent shape. Nothing my strict diet for subs can't fix, coupled with some light exercise. Alright, her body is not bad. Once she gets naked I can make my final judgment.

Her hair – her wig bothers me. I'm not fond of blondes. Though, if she is that girl from the cafe, and I am positive she is, then there should be no concern. Once Elliot got back to me with his findings, and if I was correct in thinking so that would be rather soon, I would have my definite answer on just how far I was willing to go to meet with 'Jessie'.

"I really tickles my thighs. I'm not used to this. It makes me think of...err..." She bit her lip.

Hm, 'Jessie', that really drives me crazy. Do it more.

"Like if someone were kissing me. Or maybe a passionate scene in a romance movie where the guy is doing that to the girl."

No, stray away from the romance. Instead of relenting whether she liked the feeling or not, whether she wanted to try more things like it or take it up a level, she talks of romance movies. When I asked her to be my submissive in our first chat, I was asking to see what her response to the suggestion would be.

Here I was thinking she would have kept that in my mind and given clues and hints with her words and body as to whether that was something she would be interested in. Unfortunately, her mind was like that of an incognizant child. Really, 'Jessie', how clueless could you be?

Then, my phone buzzed loudly from behind my computer. I reached around for it, not taking my eyes off of 'Jessie' the entire time. She had a remarkable bust, fair skin that looked smooth and ready to be kissed – all in much better quality thanks to her new webcam.

"Talk to me." I answered.

"Christian," Elliot spoke excitedly on the other end, "I followed her cab back to her place. There's an old blue slug-bug that's sitting in front of the house she walked into. I wasn't sure that she was the right one at first, but she picked up two packages from the front door, just like you said."

I sat straight up in my seat. So it was her. Elliot found 'Jessie'. I knew I was right to trust him. Trying to contain my childlike elation, I continued.

"Right, so this is the right the girl then. What's her name?"

"You don't want to know where she lives? Wait, actually, why am I stalking this girl for you?" He sounded genuinely perplexed, but I his nose in my business would not be tolerated.

"Don't worry about my motives, Elliot. Who is she?"

"Chris, you worry me buddy. Alright, her name is Anastasia Steele. She's apparently a college student at WSU."

Anastasia Steele. So that's your real name, 'Jessie'. With my suspicions confirmed, I hung out the phone without saying anything further. Now I had not only her name, but a way to find out more about her.

"I give me chills when I run it over my collarbone. I do like this – it's very sensual, actually. It's personal almost."

Personal. Ana likes personal. That was a key discovery for me. If I played my cards right, I could lure her to want a more personal relationship with me. Enough so maybe that in time she would agree to being my submissive.

"And on my neck -" she stopped to bite her lip again. Yes, Ana, good. "My head feels funny, but, in a good way."

GREY has tipped you 2,000 tokens.

Hesitantly, Ana takes off her blindfold. Her mouth drops open in shock. It's only 100$ dolla – oh, that's right. She's a college student. Would now be the appropriate time to tip her more and gain enough of her trust to snag her phone number?

I could use a texting app so that my real phone number wouldn't show up. That makes things easier on my end. She wouldn't be able to find out my identity, even if she wanted to. No, stop it, Christian. Her acumen isn't that great.

"GREY! Thank you so much!"

GREY: Jessie, please tell me how much it is for your phone number.

Her eyes riveted across the screen. I could see the apprehensive frown on her face. She bit her finger, questioning herself as to whether she would give out that much information. I took the chance to read over YouCam's 'upcoming news' section.

The AVN convention would be held in Las Vegas at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in only a few of months. That left me approximately one-hundred and fifty to get Ana where I needed her to be. If I could continue to steadily boost her camscore enough to the point that she was appearing at the top of the page every time she logged on, then she could attract enough traffic that multitudes of guests could tip her.

If that went accordingly, within just the next two months I, along with other guests, could collectively leave her with enough to not only fix her car, but to move out on her own as well. From there she could cam constantly – I would assure that – and that would give me the golden opportunity of building up her trust in me.

I could strongly urge her to hold a raffle to the AVN's, after thoroughly convincing her that the convention would be essential to her career, and win the raffle hands down.

This plan would not fail. I would not allow it.

"I...I just don't want for something bad to happen." She stammered, her fingers knotted.

GREY: If it worries you so badly, download a texting app. I won't be able to search you by your number if it's fake.

Another moment of silence. I hold my breath.

"Okay." She finally agrees.

Good girl. Ana is following along easier than I anticipated. After a couple of minutes, she sends me the number to her texting app. This should help things move along more smoothly.

GREY has tipped you 2,000 tokens.

"Holy crap!" She squeals in excitement. "You are too nice to me!"

That's right, Ana. Feed into it. You are so much cuter when you do.

Quickly I grab my phone and call back Elliot.

"You hung up, asshole!" He sneers.

"Elliot, book me a hotel room at the Palms Casino. I want a fantasy suite. See to it immediately. I'll send you the dates on my phone."

"What is this abou-" I hang up again, before he can finish.

Soon enough, Ana. This game of cat and mouse is about to heat up immensely.

GREY has tipped you 5,000 tokens.

GREY: Now, Jessie, take off the lingerie.