A/N: Once again thank you for all your reviews and welcome to the new followers :)

To the guest who mentioned Channing Tatum... Lol. I know! His body is to die for but his face - eh. I had to use him because I didn't want to use Matthew McConaughey because well...eww. Not my type at all. And as for Matt Bomer - Hell to the yes! But I didn't use him because he is my Christian, just a taller beefed up version and well to be honest I couldn't remember the names of any of the others actors.

Here's the next chapter, I'm not an experienced kinkster so I hope I did okay! If its not kinky enough please except my sincere apologies :)

Chapter 27 - Ah, there's my Dom.

APOV

Walking into the great room at our Escala penthouse I am pleasantly surprised. The fire is already going - taking the chill off the air, and the ambient lights are throwing a muted glow around the expansive space. Christian must have sent Sawyer or Prescott ahead of us to sweep the apartment and get it ready for our arrival.

The apartment is exactly how we left it. Nothing was moved to our home at the sound, except of course half of our clothing - the rest Christian insisted be left here for nights like this. When my wardrobe at the sound look rather sparse after the move he surprised me with a whole new collection courtesy of Caroline Acton. This is now a yearly occurrence. With Christians yearly clothing gifts on top of my own shopping indulgences it got to the point last year that I couldn't fit another piece of clothing into my wardrobe. I had 3 options: Start taking over Christians space, building a bigger wardrobe or getting rid of some clothes. As of last April, every year I sort through my clothes and donate what I don't really wear to a fabulous organisation I came across called 'Dress for Success'. It is a organisation that helps under privileged people who do not own, and cannot afford to buy decent clothing appropriate for job interviews and the like. I felt great knowing that I might have helped someone less fortunate get their dream job simply by de-cluttering my ridiculously extravagant wardrobe. After a bit of persuasion I even convinced Christian to donate a few suits. I can only imagine how the men who received Christians suits would feel if they knew they were wearing a suit that belonged to a billionaire. I hope that a bit of our success rubs off on them.

"Earth to Ana." Christian is waving a hand in front of my face. "You okay baby? you were off with the fairies."

"Sorry, just thinking. It's nearly time to go through my clothes again."

"Are you going to make me part with my suits again?" He chuckles.

"Of course." I grin, "but have no fear, I will think of a more 'heavenly' way to persuade you than last years." I giggle.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. "It's going to have to be something mind blowing and absolutely earth shattering to top last year. I look forward to it." He whispers seductively into my ear, his warm breath causing a flood of desire to wash through my body.

"I'm ...m sss..sure I can ..rrr..rise to the challenge." I stutter. My voice ragged and breathy.

"Oh I don't doubt your abilities Mrs Grey." He takes hold of my earlobe between his teeth and bites down lightly. "I am going to call my mother and check in on the rug rats. I want you in the play room, in position and wearing only your panties in 20 minutes." He squeezes my ass forcefully before pulling away and sauntering in the direction of his office.

I am kneeling in the playroom, my knees shoulder width apart, head bowed and wearing only a pair of bright pink lace panties. They are cheeky panties so only cover half of my behind. I don't normally wear brightly coloured panties so I'm sure Christian will be a little surprised.

I kneel there for what seems like an hour. My stomach is churning in anticipation. It's been quite a long time since we have been in this room, my mind is ticking at 100mph with thoughts of what my Dom has planned for me. Will he hold back and treat me tenderly like last time we were here or will he walk in in full Dom mode? My thoughts are interrupted with the sound of the door opening slowly. I keep my head down. I hear the door click shut followed by the bolt locking into place.

Moments later I see his bare feet stop in front if me. My breath hitches when I see the frayed hem of 'those jeans'. Oh how I have missed seeing those jeans hanging from his perfectly sculptured body.

"Look at me." He commands. His voice firm but husky.

I raise my head. Oh fucking my! My eyes scan up his body to his face. He is wearing nothing but his playroom jeans, the top button undone as usual.

I grin at the sight of his bare chest... Mmmmm how I'd like to kiss every single inch of his tanned, toned...

"Wipe that grin off of your face." He booms.

Oh shit. I guess I got my answer. Full Dom mode it is.

"Pink panties Anastasia?" His eyes drop to my sex. "We will talk about that later." He mutters, loosing the dominance in his voice. Oh he likes then.

"Turn around." He snaps.

I turn around so that my back is to him. His fingers drag through my hair and he braids it expertly as only he can. Pulling a hair tie from his wrist he secures the braid then yanks it down, pulling my head back.

With his mouth to my ear he whispers, "if you thought wearing pink panties to look all young and innocent would make me go easy on you Anastasia - you are mistaken. You asked me where your Dom was, well here I am baby and you have been a very, very naughty girl."

He releases my hair and pads around to stand in front of me.

"I think we will begin with 5 spanks for every misdemeanour. Your behaviour has been far from pleasing as of late Anastasia and you will be receiving a good amount. For that very reason I will be using this..." He holds up a hand, "rather than an implement. What are the safe words Anastasia?"

"Yellow...and red." I mumble.

"What was that?" He hisses.

"Yellow and red, Sir." I repeat with more force and confidence. Careful not to forget the 'Sir'.

"Very good Anastasia. Promise me you will safe word if you need to."

"Yes, Sir."

"PROMISE me!"

"I promise... I will use the safe words if I need to, Sir." Shit he really is in Dom mode tonight.

"Go and lean over the bench Anastasia. Leave your panties on."

I walk a little hesitantly over to the spanking bench and kneeling down I lean over, the top half of my body resting on the padded oxblood leather. I take a deep breath. The smell of citrus polish invades my senses. It is familiar and somewhat comforting.

I feel the pads of his fingers brush down my back.

"So beautiful." He whispers while exhaling. "I will list the misdemeanours now Anastasia.". He begins to pace back and forth behind me. "Remember it is 5 spanks per misdemeanour. First, you called me a pig. Secondly, during dinner you labelled my brother and I as immature - in front if guests. Number three you called me 15 times without leaving any messages this morning. It caused undue worry Anastasia. I had to call Sawyer to find out if my wife was okay, do not ever do that again. Number four, you implied I was turning soft. Don't ever mistake my love for you as a sign of being soft. I will always be more lenient on you Anastasia, you are my wife but I am far from turning into a pussy whipped boy..." I can't help but snicker.

"Oh Anastasia, you just earned yourself another 5. Number five, your smart mouth just snickered at me, it is rude and disrespectful. Number 6, you stripped down to your panties and bra in front of my brother the other night. Whether you were getting into the spa or not, strutting around in your underwear in the company of others is unacceptable. Number 7, you failed to inform me that Francis would be in our home tonight. I do not like, and will not tolerate a man in our home whom I don't know or have been made aware of. Lastly number eight. You seem to assume that I would let you go to a show with half naked men prancing around the stage? Think again! You will not be going to magic Matt."

I burst out laughing. I can't help it. It is uncontrollable.

"Mike." I hoot. "It's magic mike." I manage to say gasping for breath.

"That's ENOUGH." His voice is loud and commanding with a minute hint of amusement - it startles me into silence. "I don't give a flying fuck what the show is called, you will NOT be going to see that fucking show. You have just earned another 5. That is nine misdemeanours Anastasia. Now i am a fair man, so after more consideration I have decided to give you two options. Forty five spanks with my hand, or based purely on the amount of misdemeanours you have accumulated - you may choose to have 9 lashes with the Cat O' nine tails. Your choice."

Fuck, 45 is a a lot of spanks. Should I just suck it up and take the nine. I know he won't be gentle with the cat, it will defeat the purpose. Which will hurt less at the end? I guess I could safe word if the lashings are too hard.

"I am not a patient man Anastasia".

"The cat. I will take the cat Sir." I say, trembling - unsure of my rushed choice.

"As you wish." He strolls over to the rack of implements and grabs a black and red leather cat. It has braided tails and leafed ends.

Back at the bench he kneels behind me. Beginning at the nape of my neck he runs his hands down my spine gently. His touch is tender and arousing. When he reaches my ass he squeezes my cheeks. "You have the most amazing ass Anastasia." His hands continue to travel down to my thighs. "You are exquisite." He runs a finger down my sex, eliciting a low moan. Oh those magic fingers. "You are wet already." He groans in satisfaction. "Always so wet for me Ana."

"Always Sir." I swallow, my mouth dry.

"I didn't give you permission to speak." He snaps.

His fingers hook into the top of my panties and he tugs them down to rest above my knees. I jerk slightly in surprise as his tongue runs along my folds. Jesus fucking... Oooooooo. The tip of his tongue hits my clit. He runs his fingers along my sex again, then pushes 2 into my core and begins pumping in and out.

"Uggghhhh...aaaaa." I moan. I hear the cat whooshing through the air.

SMACK. The tails bite my behind leaving a burning sensation in their place. "Owww." I cry. Immediately his tongue is sweeping over the burn. His fingers begin pumping again and I forget the pain momentarily. My painful cries are soon replaced with soft whimpering moans. Then it hits again - harder - from a different angle this time, the bite of the tails more painful. He continues a similar routine until all nine are complete. Whip, lick, kisses, pumping, rubbing, squeezing, moaning, then back to whip.

God, my emotions are all over the place. Pleasure, pain, desire, burning. My ass is on fire, my pussy is dripping wet. I don't know whether to cry over the pain or scream in ecstasy at the delicious pulsing of my sex.

"You did great baby." Christian kisses my shoulder then pulls me up. "I could sense your hesitation when you chose the cat, but with a little pleasure added, you handled that exceptionally well. I'm proud of you baby. Are you okay?" His demeanour has changed to my loving Dom. His concern blindingly obvious.

"Very sore but very aroused." I grin. "Fuck me." I mouth, suddenly craving a release after the erotic torture.

"What was that?" He snaps. His voice menacing but subsequent grin giving his satisfaction away.

"Fuck me Sir." I pant.

"This is my show today only I will choose if, or when you get fucked. Get on your knees." He demands.

"Yes Sir." I drop to my knees.

Dropping his jeans he stand directly in front of me. I lick my lips at the sight of his manhood.

"Suck." He commands, his voice smooth and demanding. Shuffling my knees forward slightly I grab hold of his erection. "Fuuuuck." He groans as I lick the tip of his engorged member. I swirl my tongue around the top before taking him all in to my mouth. I push him to the back of my throat then pull away. I wrap my fingers around the base of him and suck the top gently while pumping up and down causing a small amount of cum to leak into my mouth.

"Mmmm...you taste so good babe." I murmur while swirling the pad of my thumb around the tip of his cock.

I kiss the top of him before taking him completely into my mouth again. He clutches the sides of my head and begins thrusting his hips so I can take him deeper.

"Fuck yes baby. Aaaaaa. Just like that. Sooo. fucking...yes, ooooo, fuck." With his hands still in my hair he pulls me up and kisses me passionately. His tongue is swirling around mine, dancing and massaging. Ooooo my mans a good kisser. He pulls back and sucks on my bottom lip, his teeth grazing and nipping.

"Get on the bed. Face up." He pulls away suddenly and walks over to the chest of drawers.

I climb onto the bed and lie on my back. My chest is heaving as I try to control my breathing.

"Spread your legs. I am not going to secure your ankles but I will be cuffing your wrists." He crawls to the top of the bed and pulls my arms above my head. He places my wrists in a pair of silver metal cuffs.

Moving back down the bed he kneels between my thighs. He reaches over to the side and grabs a bottle. "This is lube, it is not for lubrication, it is a tingling lube. It will heighten your sensitivity." He opens the cap and squirts the cool gel onto my sex. I draw my lip into my mouth and bite down as his hands start spreading it through all my folds. The more he spreads and massages the more obvious the tingling sensation feels.

"Ohhhhh." I moan as his finger rubs circles around my clit.

"That's if baby, i want to hear you now."

"Christian." I squeak, trying to wiggle my hands.

Bending closer he uses his fingers to spread my folds then leans in and sucks my nub softly. "Ahhhhh." I moan, arching my back.

He reaches blindly to his side and pats the bed searching for something while still sucking, licking and flicking my insanely sensitive bundle of nerves. He pulls away and peers up at me, his eyes burning with sexual hunger. Looking into my eyes to hold my attention he unexpectedly inserts a cold, hard, smooth rod into my sex. I gasp in shock. It's a vibrator. He eases it in further then turns the dial at the base to a soft dull buzz.

Crawling over my writhing body he hovers his face above mine.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me." He groans as I swipe my tongue over bottom lip.

I cannot even begin to attempt a coherent sentence. I am all breath and moans.

Christian drops to his elbows and grabs hold of my nipple with his teeth, grazing it slightly and causing a yelp to escape my mouth.

"I'm going to roll you over now baby." He shuffles back , pushes my legs together with the vibrator still going then rolls me onto my stomach.

Grabbing my hips he pulls them up so that my my knees are supporting me and my ass is in the air. Oh shit, is he going to fuck my ass? Turning the dial he increases the vibrators speed.

"Fuck, fuck, ooooooo, Christian." I tremble. I can feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

He wipes the juices up with his finger and puts them in his mouth and sucks audibly.

"Delicious, so fucking tasty." He grins then smacks my ass.

It's too much. The tingling lube, the vibrator... I'm like a pot of water boiling with the lid on, screaming internally for the lid to be taken off to release the pressure.

I drop my head to the mattress and groan into the sheet.

"Please." I whimper. "Please."

"Soon baby, soon." He says softly, lovingly - then completely contradicts the softness of his voice by slapping my ass again with more force than before.

"Where's your Dom now baby?" He hisses, spanking me with his hand yet again. He pulls the vibrator out till its barely in my pussy then starts pumping it in and out.

"riiiiight here, Chrrrr...Chris..." I pant, "here, Heeeeerrrreee. Ohhhh yes, yes. Harder, haaaaarrrrrder!" I screech.

He pulls the vibrator from me and throws it over his shoulder. Grasping my hips he thrusts into me full force.

Ggggaaaaaaahhhhh." I scream and explode spectacularly - My sex clenching his cock violently. My body is shaking, my eyes are rolled back in my head and my hands are desperately trying to escape the metal restraints. Christian is thrusting frantically. His breathing jagged and hoarse.

Digging my knees into the mattress as best I can I push back hard every time he thrusts forward.

"Fuck Ana, aaaaahhh. Your are so fucking tight baby. I can feel your pussy clenching around me."

He coils an arm my waist and pulls me up so that I am straddling him backwards. His arms slide under mine and his hands find my breasts. Leaning back against his chest I begin bouncing on him. His fingers are toying with my nipples. Rubbing, pinching and rolling.

His mouth finds my neck and begins nipping and biting my flesh.

I feel myself building again, a deep agonisingly delicious throb.

Grabbing my cuffed wrists he fiddles with the key until my hands are free. Taking my wrists he raises them with his and places them over my breasts. With his hands over mine we cup, squeeze and massage my tender mounds.

"Oh god..." I pant, gyrating my hips.

"Come for me baby." He whispers.

And I do, just as spectacularly as the first time. My body convulsing and shaking around him.

"Fuuuuck...me..jessssus...fuck, fuck...FUCK...Ana...baby." He pants breathlessly as he finds his release.

"My Ana. Mine." He whispers as he comes down from his high.

"Yours." I whisper as I sag limply against him. "All yours."

I giggle softly as I hear the soft sound of the vibrator buzzing along the floor.

"I love that sound. Best sound in the fucking world." He murmurs against my neck.

He lifts me off him and pulls me down to snuggle in his arms. My is head nestled on his shoulder his arm is wrapped around my back. "We need to do this more often." I hum while I twirl my finger around his chest.

"Agreed." He sighs. I peek up. His eyes are closed and his other arm is slung over his forehead.

"Come, let's get you to bed." I pull myself out of his embrace and climb off the bed. Grunting he follows my lead.

"I'm soooo fucking tired baby. I think I might skip our usual bath and hit the sack." He yawns as we stroll hand in hand to our bedroom.

"Okay." I giggle. Looking at my tired Dom walking like a zombie.

He collapses on the bed as soon as we make it to the bedroom.

I hover over him and kiss him softly.

"Goodnight honey, I love you so much." I whisper over his mouth.

"Ditto baby, so dam much." He mumbles.

I pull a throw over him then walk to his dresser and pull and old t-shirt from his drawer. After one final glance at him I blow him a kiss then tip toe out of the room to let my Prince Charming sleep while I try ringing Kate again.

"You've reached Kate and El. Leave a message."

"Katie please call me."