Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of E.L. James.
Chapter 2
After half an hour in the club I'm quite bored. There are no obvious Dom/Sub behaviors to recognize. Some couples communicate like every other couple in a normal "relationship". Some women and men have their head down and speak only when they are approached by the person next to them obviously their Dom. Right when I decide to leave and return home to Kate on the couch, the back door opens once again.
I look at the man that steps through the door and hold my breath. He is as beautiful as the last time I saw him. His tall and toned figure fits perfectly in a black suit. With his handsome face and the brown sex hair he could be a Calvin model. He looks around the room and stops when our eyes lock. I stare in to his wide grey eyes. At first surprise and joy flash through his eyes but than his eye brown furrows and his jaw tenses. He looks definitely angry now.
Oh my God what will he think of me? I'm in a BDSM club, he will think I'm into this. But wait what is he doing here?
A few second later he walks towards me.
"Hi … Chris...tian" I stutter as he stops in front of me.
"What the fuck are you doing here? How did you find out? Did Kate tell you this? I'm going to kill my brother if he talked to her after he fucked her. I can't fucking believe it." He spats in a low voice through his teeth.
I am stunned by his words.
"I don't know what you are talking about. Kate and Elliot have nothing to do with this."
He looks confused at me.
"When Kate doesn't send you here why are you here? You don't seem to be into the scene. It is clearly your first time, isn't it?" He asked looking directly into my eyes.
"Yes." I say and look at my hand in my lap.
"Anastasia, look at me and start to explain." His voice is firm, demanding and darker than before. I think this must be what a Dom sounds like. I kind of get wet between my tights. I look immediately up into his eyes.
"I don't know where to start… Okay … Mmhh… You know Kate and I just finish college and moved here. I tried to find a job at a publishing house here but either they didn't need someone or they didn't want me… So…mmhh I began to work at a bar downtown. Last month Kate suggested asking her father if he has a story I could write as a freelancer. You know to get some experience. Two weeks ago he told me one of his magazines thought about doing a report on the BDSM lifestyle. I should start doing some research and even if they didn't like the article they could always use my material."
I stop my rambling and look again down at my hands. Christian placed a finger under my chin and lifts my head until he looks into my eyes.
"Okay that makes sense. And you thought to get some firsthand impressions you go to a BDSM club? I must say you are incredible brave to come here."
He says and turned to the bartender to order two glasses of wine. "Is red okay? " I just nod my head.
"So what do you think of this establishment?"
I look at him and think for a few seconds "I think it looks like a normal club when you ignore the erotic pictures on the walls. I hoped to see interactions between a Dom and his or her sub. I'm slightly disappointed." Christian hands me a glass of the red wine the bartender placed in front of him and leans into me.
"Is that so Anastasia." he whispers into my ear. His voice is so smooth and my breathing hitches. "Did you expected to see one naughty submissive disobeying her Dom. So that he had to place her over her knee and spank her in front of an audience? " His voice sends shivers through my body and I have to suppress a moan.
"Is that what you wanted to see?"
"Maybe" I say breathless.
"Maybe" Christian chuckles "So how does your research go?"
"Good I guess. I read various internet sites and some books on the subject but some things are hard to understand." I explain.
"Your right some things you only understand when you experience them."
"Yeahhh…Maybe"
I say and try not to think about someone spanking me or someone who ties me up. Urrgh. I should stop myself right know. These thoughts are so not helping especially if Christian would be the one doing it to me.
Without noticing I drown almost my complete wine glass and Christian is staring at me intensely.
"So you are in this lifestyle?" I ask him nervously.
He looked at me for a while before answering me.
"You signed a NDA right?"
I nod.
"Then yes I participate in the lifestyle."
"Are you a Dom?"
"Yes"
"How long?"
"During my first year of college I visited some clubs and parties but nothing serious. In my second year I started my training, so I would say nine years by now."
"Wow that's a long time."
"You could say so. Listen Anastasia, I would really like to talk further with you. But I have a prior engagement. If you want we could meet tomorrow evening for diner and you can ask me more questions. How does that sound?"
I sit there stunned by his offer.
"Really?"
"Yes, I have no problem helping you out."
"If it's okay with you. But I have to work tomorrow evening. What about Sunday or Monday evening?" I ask.
"I have dinner with my parents Sunday, but Monday is working for me. Is six okay? I could pick you up."
"Uhmm … Sure sounds fine by me."
"Are you ready to leave? I bring you to your car."
He offers me his hand to help me from the barstool and pays the bartender with a fifty dollar bill. On our way to the backdoor his hand rests on my back. This warm feeling from earlier runs again through my body. Then I remember.
"Oh, I forgot I left my coat with doorman."
Christian stops and tells me to wait before he strides in the direction of the front door. Two minutes later he comes back.
When he helps me into my coat his fingers brush my neck and I have immediately get goose bumps. Christian silently takes my hand and leads me to the door in the back. The room behind is completely covered in dark red, two black satin couches are placed on opposite from each other.
Christian stops, leaning into me he whispers with his velvet voice
"Behind one of these three doors is certainly this naughty submissive you wanted to see tonight. Would you like to take a look with me?"
We reach the door on the left. My breathing is heavy and I can't concentrate because my thoughts are all over the place as he opens the door which reveals a long dark corridor.
"Anastasia relax, you won't see anything. Only members of the club can visit the back rooms. We have to leave through the nightclub. I don't think it would look to good for me to be seen when I exited a sex club."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why? If someone would recognize me, it would be the headlines of tomorrow newspapers."
I stop dead in my tracks. Christian surprised by my suddenly halt turns around looking into my eyes.
"What's the matter Anastasia?"
"Newspaper?"
"Yes, I think everyone would find it interesting if youngest self-made billionaire the US has a secret sex life. Don't you think so too?"
I look at him blankly. Somewhere during that sentence he lost me. Billionaire, he is a billionaire?
"Yes, I am. Don't you know this? I thought living with Katherine Kavanagh guaranties that you are an expert about the Grey family."
Maybe I said that out loud. I still don't have a clue what he is talking about. I just stand there and stare at him. Even in my clouded brain I cannot help but register how beautiful he is.
Christian seems not to be the most patent person then after while he tugs my hand and I follow him though the rest of the hallway. After that there is a staircase, another shorter hallway, a second staircase before we reach a room that that looks like a storage space. Christian slowly opens the next door and a loud electro bass reaches my ear.
"Come on, Anastasia."
We leave the room, passing the toilets we make our way to the dance floor. The walk to the exit is crowed so that I find myself pressed against Christians back. Even through his suit I can feel his toned figure.
Sooner than I realize we stand on the street his hand still placed in mine.
"Where is your car?"
"Right over there" I say and point my finger in the direction.
Silently we walk to my car. Arriving at my car I rummage through my clutch to find the keys.
"This is your car."
"What do you have against Wanda?"
"I'm not sure car is the right word. Maybe deaths tramp. Does it even start?"
"Hey. She is a classic. Don't insult my car. She was a gift from my father for my graduation."
"Sorry, but she can't be safe."
"I never had a problem."
"Okay. Okay. No more about your car. I had a very nice evening. Also I was surprised seeing you there it was certainly delightful. I'm looking forward to Monday."
My cheeks become heated and am sure my face is bright red
"I can say the same. Thank you for offering your help."
"No problem. I must be going. See you soon." He says and gives me a kiss on the cheek. His lips linger a bit longer than necessary making me blush once again.
"Goodbye, Christian."
"Goodbye, Anastasia."
I get in my car and take a deep breath. Starting Wanda I take a last look toward Christian who is turned away from me talking in his phone. On my way home I replay the night in my head.
I would never thought I see Christian again and certainly not tonight in a BDSM club. The last time I met him must be two weeks ago. Kate came home Friday night with one of the man in her endless line of admirers. I didn't really care since one night stands is no unusual occurrence when you live with Kate. In the last four year we knew each other I adapted to her sex life. If it makes her happy it is not my place to judge.
The next morning I while I made breakfast the doorbell rang. As I opened it Christian stood there looking for his brother Elliot. While Elliot got out of Kate's bed, we both started talking. He was very attractive and easy to talk to. I felt very drawn to him not that I ever had a chance. Men like Christian sure had a girlfriend.
Arriving at home I had to sort through my thought. I couldn't tell Kate about meeting Christian tonight. I just had to be vague about what I tell her.
As soon as I opened the door to our apartment, Kate was there firing questions at me.
"How was it? Why are home so soon? Did you see someone I know? Did you see naked people or better someone having sex? Come on tell me!"
"Kate, breathe." I say as I make my way to the couch.
"Please Ana, tell me something. I started to worry, you didn't text me."
"Sorry about that. But there was nothing really interesting so I decided to go home soon. Really it looked like a normal fancy bar. Okay there where erotic photographs hanging on the walls and the women's clothes were a bit short but nothing to revealing."
"That's all. Oh how boring. I thought there would be more … I don't know … action."
"Yeah I thought the same thing. But ah" I stop and try to figure out I believable lie "the bartender said in the back are rooms for members where more of the … ohm …action takes place."
"Oh that makes tense," Kate seems slightly disappointed that I don't offer more juicy detail.
"Kate, I'm tired. I go to bed. Can I have your laptop?"
"Sure. Night, Ana."
"Night"
The minute I'm in my room I start to boot up the laptop. In the mean time I undress myself, slip in my pajamas and go to the bathroom to remove my makeup.
Back in my room I sit in front of the laptop and type Christian Grey in the search machine. Seconds later the side is filled with articles about Christian. Sitting there in shock I open the Wikipedia article first. He has a Wikipedia article? What the fuck!
According to the article Christian Grey lives in Seattle, has his one business here. He started it with twenty one after dropping out of Harvard. Today he employed 42.000 people and owns several firms in and out of the USA.
I'm shocked. How could I not know this?
Half an hour later I read more articles. The gossip websites speculate over his love life. He was never seen with a woman the last six years besides his mother or sister. The only know ex-girlfriend is a stunning looking blond named Serena.
I close the laptop and lie down in my bed trying to process my day.
Thoughts of Christian, BDSM clubs and spankings swirling through my head. Before I fall asleep, I see his grey eyes one last time.