I do not own these characters. This is me just having some fun.

Christian

It's Friday night and I'm sitting at home, caressing a tumbler of bourbon. Ever since the day I heard the beautiful Anastasia call me, Christian Grey, an asshole, she's been on my mind.

I know I fucked up when I showed up at her office on Thursday, but I just needed to see her.

The images of Ana come forward once again as I lean my head back while my eyes are closed. The way she sat on her chair and oozed of feminine beauty. The way she crossed her long lean beautiful leg over her knee. The way her C cup size breasts lifted when she crossed her arms.

I swallow the lump that's formed in my throat as I picture her hands roaming her hips and thighs just as she did. Fuck what I would do to have my hands around her perfect curves. To have her look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers again. To have her under me, screaming my name as I fuck her and fuck her again. To wrap my lips around her supple nipples, to roam my hands over her body, to feel her thrash under the spell of my expert tongue.

I can feel my dick harden as these thoughts and ideas come to mind. Oh how I would love to have them play out as I've pictured, but they won't. Not anytime soon at least.

Drinking the rest of my bourbon, I stand and leave my study and head towards my bedroom. I begin to strip out of my clothes and head for ensuite bathroom, in need of a cold shower.

Upon entering the water hits me and it feels slightly painful, but still bearable. Looking down at my massive erection I already know this cold shower won't help.

"Fuck it." I mumble to myself as I set the water to my desired temperature. Grabbing my body-wash, I squirt a quarter size drop on the washcloth I grabbed from the linen cabinet.

After rubbing the cloth together for a second for it to foam, I begin to drag it around my neck. Down my right arm then my left and then back up again. I pass it over my sides and across my inner section, dragging it towards my thighs and down my left and then my right leg. I pass the washcloth over the back of my leg and drag it upwards towards my left ass cheek and then my right.

As I'm done scrubbing my self with the washcloth I rinse it out and place it on the side. Grabbing my body-wash I squirt another quarter size drop on my hand and begin to rub my hands together.

Looking down at myself I know the shower did no good. The crown of my cock looks purple and swollen. I know it's not what I've pictured, and I haven't done it since grade school. But this is what the thought of Anastasia renders me to do.

Grabbing my massive hard erection in my foam covered hand, I begin to stroke. Up, down, up, down. Over and over again. Closing my eyes I picture Anastasia bent over her office desk, while I fuck her and play with her clit.

"You like that Anastasia?" I ask as I pinch her clit using my middle and index finger.

"Oh god yes Christian!" She speaks as I wrap my right hand around her neck and hold her tightly. Fucking her harder than I've ever known I'm capable of.

"You like me fucking you like this don't you. Say it Ana. Say you like me fucking you." I whisper in her ear as I bring her flat against my chest, while my hands are still in place.

"Yes Christian. Yes! I like it when you fuck me like this... Harder, please harder!" She begs and I can feel her inner walls shake and grip my cock tightly.

"You want harder?" She nods her head. "Okay Ana, I'll give you harder." Removing myself from her inner self, I turn her around and lift her up by the back of her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I walk towards her office door and press her back against it. "You still want it harder?" I ask and she quickly nods her head. I smirk as I begin to rest her legs on my forearms while her back remains pressed on the door.

She gasps as I place my throbbing cock in her once again. She whimpers at the slight discomfort she feels being in this position, and I feel myself grow harder.

"You want hard Ana? I'll give you hard." Her eyes widen at my statement, while an evil smirk appears on my face. Widening her legs I begin to fuck her. She screams and claws at my nape while I bite down on her neck.

"Look down Ana." I command and she does. I can feel her juices running down my thighs. Looking down I see the most amazing sight I've ever seen. My dick fits perfectly in her. While her outer lips stroke my cock in the most beautiful way, her inner lips squeeze and massage it from the root to the tip. All nine inches of my manhood are being swallowed whole.

"Christian!... Christian!...Christian, I'm cuming!" She screams as I watch, as she cums all over my dick.

"Oh fuck!" I groan as I cum all over my hand, snapping my eyes open as I attempt to control my breathing.

As I finish washing myself again, I turn off the shower and step out grabbing a towel from the linen cabinet and wrap it around my waist.

Stepping out of my bedroom after I've finished shaving and getting dressed I head over to the kitchen. Where I see Elliot sitting on one of the barstools eating what I presume is one of my housekeeper Gail's, homemade dishes.

"What the fuck are you going here?" He jumps slightly as I've probably spooked him.

"Well hello to you too bro." I scowl at him as he rolls his eyes. "I was just stopping by to ask for a favor." He says as he turns back to the food.

"Fuck you and your favors. The last time I did you one of those, I was sitting in a strangers home while you were chatting away with her friend." Shaking my head I open the refrigerator and pull out one of the extra plates Gail prepared.

"No way bro. There's more?" Elliot sits up straight as he sees me place the plate in the microwave.

Sighing, I shake my head and give up. "No Elliot there is no more. And since I know for a fact you won't leave until I agree to do this fucken favor for you, what the fuck do you want?" I ask as I am now leaning on the breakfast bar, facing Elliot who has a smile on his face.

"I need you to go with me to a club." I shake my head and turn around as the microwave beeps, letting me know it's done warming up my plate.

"Let's say I go to this club with you." I say as I bring a fork full of beef stew towards my mouth. "What's in it for me?" I finish off as I take a bite.

"Ana." I stop eating and eye him to see if he's fucking around. He shrugs and smirks, when he sees my reaction.

"When?" I ask as my hunger is all but forgotten.

"Tonight at 9." Elliot looks at his watch and nods his head. "You have about an hour to get ready."

"Where?" I say as I place my fork on my plate and turn to face him.

"The Vault." The name sounds familiar but I can't quite place it. Did I meet someone there? Business? I can feel my brows crease as I think more about it.

"Geez Christian." Elliot laughs. "You don't have to think so hard about it, it's a simple yes or no." Picking up his plate he walks towards the kitchen sink and places them in. Turning around he leans back and crosses his arms.

"What do you say? Do you want to come with?" I can't help but want to fuck with his head a bit. I decide to torture Elliot and continue eating without answering his question.

Elliot begins to fidget after five minutes have gone by and I still haven't answered his question. Giving up, he leaves the kitchen with a shake of his head and heads over to the living room where he must've turned on the television.

Thinking about earlier I know I fucked up in her office, but I'm definitely not fucking this up. I stand and place my now empty plate on top of Elliot's in the kitchen sink and make my way towards my bedroom.

"I'll be out in thirty." I yell at him as I begin to strip of my clothing upon entering my room, just before closing the door to the sound of Elliot cheering.