Omg! I learned something new today, apparently in Washington which is where Christian and Ana live they can have sex and it's not illegal! Thank you for all the great comments I do love learning new stuff!

Chapter 8: My Room

I was dumbfounded, walking around the room. There were whips, and canes. I didn't know what to say, so I just stared. Did he really want to hit me with a whip, had I picked a man so much like my step father? Of course you would. How could this beautiful, smart, and successful man be this messed up? Why did I put myself in a situation like this? I feel my heart quicken, there is no way I would let him do this to me. Really? I have been through way too much to go through this shit. "Anastasia, say something," I could hear the worry in his voice; I came to a halt in front of a wooden cross.

"I don't know what to say," I spoke slowly, "Why," I asked turning to face him, "Why do you want to hurt me?" I could feel the stinging of my tears threatening their escape.

"Oh, sweet Ana," He whispered, pulling up my chin with a long finger. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then why all this, these things are made to hurt." I said waving my arms around.

"There's a lot you still don't understand." He grabs my hand leading me through the door. "Please let me explain, before you make a split second decision." He closed the door behind us and walked me back to the couch. "I am a dominant," He stated as if it were a matter of fact.

"And, you want me to be your submissive?" I questioned.

"Very much so, yes," He nods

"Why," I shake my head, "You could have any woman, and you want me?" I can't believe it any woman would do this for a man like him. Every woman but you, yes but I have issues. And, so does he.

"Truthfully, Miss Steele, I don't know." He takes my hands, "There's something about you that I'm drawn to." He smiles a perfect white smile, "I think you could be a great submissive."

"How long have you been doing this for?" The question sounding shaky in my own ears, his smile fades.

"Since I was 15,"

"Wow, you were one kinky 15 year old." I chuckle looking at our hands.

"Yes, I guess so," He agrees

"So you've been doing this for a long time?" I look back up, "I won't get too hurt."

"It's not as much about the pain, as it is about the pleasure."

"What do you mean pleasure?" I ask confused.

"Well, you said you've had sex yes?" He question cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes,"

"Well, imagine your best orgasm but even better."

"I'm not sure I've ever orgasm before." I see the shock develop over his face.

"You've never had an orgasm?" He stood up.

"I don't know." I stated standing up with him.

"You would know if you orgasm." He laughs darkly, "How many guys have you fucked?" My eyes widen at his appalling word choice.

"One, I'm 17," I glare, "I'm not a whore quite yet."

"Having sex doesn't make you a whore," He states shaking his head, "I can't believe I was going to sit here and talk to you about your hard and soft limits when you don't have even the slightest clue about sex." Christian turns to face me, "Here let's rectify this situation,"

"I didn't know being innocent was a situation that needed to be rectified." I state sadly looking down.

"Oh, Anastasia," He grabs my face; "I just want to make sure you know exactly what you getting yourself into." Christian brings his face closer to mine, "May I take you to my room so we can, make love?" I chuckle and Christian glares at me. "Is there something funny about what I said, Miss Steele?"

"No sir, it's just that no one says "make love" anymore." I cause myself to laugh again.

"And, here I thought I was being romantic." Christian brings his mouth to my ear, "Be careful Miss Steele, a smart mouth like that just might get you in trouble." My breath catches in my throat. "Now, can we go make love?" I nod following his lead. I follow him into his bed room, wow this was big. He closes the door behind us. "Ana, I want you to slowly take your pants off." I stare dumbly at him, now feeling very self conscious. "Miss Steele, when I tell you to do something, you say yes sir and you do it. Now take off your pants." I nod slowly unbuckling my pants and drag them down my legs till they pool at my feet. I kick them to the side with my foot. "Do the same thing with your shirt." Christian commands staring at me with dark gray eyes. I nod again taking off my gray shirt and I discard it with my pants. I feel the heat rise to my face as I stand here before Christian in nothing but my lace bra and panties. Bet you don't feel so sexy now. I see Christian's eyes turn from lust to pure angry as he grabs my wrist. "What is this?" His voice cold and harsh, "Did you do this to yourself?" I try and avoid eye contact but it's no use as I feel his strong fingers grab my face.

"Yes," I whimper, not in pain but from embarrassment.

"Anastasia," His voice full of venom, "As my sub I expect you never to do this to yourself again, because I go to great measures to make sure you're healthy, and self mutilation is not healthy." I look into the eyes that were once angry and were now soft. "If I ever see that you cut yourself again I will punish you, or worse I will ask you to pack your things and leave. Do you understand?" I nod as I feel a tear leak from my eye, I never felt so embarrassed. Christian grabs the back of my neck forcing my lips to his. The kiss started out soft and sweet but turned wild and passionate as his tongue forced entrance into my mouth. I wrapped my hands into his messy hair, giving it a good tug as I moan into his mouth. Christian breaks away suddenly leaving me panting and wanting more. "Now where were we?"