A/N Hey Everyone! I know I managed to get the next chapter to you faster eh? ha.. Well this one is sort of shorter than the others, I was going to make it into one whole long one with chapter 8 but I thought I'd like to leave it on a cliffhanger ha!
Thank you to everyone that is still reviewing and is continuing to follow this story, I will try and update more often now, as I less time at work so I can actually write for you lovely people.
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Chapter Seven
The door is open.
Ana is silent.
My whole world is on display to the eyes of this beautiful young woman, who is frozen at the door frame of my playroom… The first thing you notice about the room is the smell; the leather, wood, polish. As well as the soft glow of light gleaming down onto the dark burgundy walls, and old style wood flooring.
I glance round the room, catching my eye is the hanger of ropes, chains, and glinting shackles above the four poster bed. Each individual piece of equipment I have stored in this room can consist of pleasure or pain. The whips, flogger, paddles and riding crops scream out 'Master' because just the added pressure of having Miss Steele wonder around this room staring at each part like an art piece in a museum makes me want to take her here right now. She hasn't run away from me, yet. What is she waiting for? She walks to the big king-size bed that dominates the room, her hand reaching out to stroke the red silk sheets, what is she thinking? What is she thinking? I take my whole strength not to walk over to her, and push her onto the bed, holding her down under my hold whilst my hand skims up and down her entire body, there's an odd ache in my stomach, so much want.
As she walks further into the room, my eyes trace her movement, every slow intimate step, and her eyes focusing on the flogger.
"It's called a flogger," I murmur quietly.
Silence, her eyes still trained on the flogger in deep thought. She nervously runs her hand up her side, sighing. I begin to feel irritated.
"Say something," I command, she turns to look at me.
"Do you do this to people or they do it to you?" My mouth parts slightly, relieved she is speaking to me rather than running from the room screaming.
"People?" I blink, well this is my lifestyle. The women I have had relationships with were willing... "I do this to women who want me to." I answer honestly.
She looks confused again, "If you have willing volunteers, why am I here?"
"Because I want to do this with you, very much."
"Oh!" she gasps. She wanders to the far corner of the room, patting the high padded bench and runs her fingers over the leather. Her eyes narrow slightly. "You're a sadist?"
"I'm a Dominant." I answer intensely. Doesn't she understand by now, this is my life, i want this with her so badly. Christ.
"What does that mean?" she whispers.
"it means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things?" She frowns again.
"Why would I do that?"
I pause for a second before replying, "To please me," I answer in barely a whisper, cocking my head to one side with a ghost of a smile on my lips. "In very simple terms, I want you to want to please me,"
"How do I do that?" she croaks, demanding answers.
"I have rules, and I want you to comply with them. They are for your benefit and for my pleasure. If you follow these rules to my satisfaction, I shall reward you. If you don't I shall punish you, and you will learn," I whisper, imagining punishing her in this room... on that bed...
"And where does all this fit in?" She waves her hand in general around the room, my playroom.
"it's all part of the incentive package. Both reward and punishment."
"So you get your kicks by exerting you will over me?"
"It's about gaining your trust and your respect, so you'll let me exert my will over you I will gain a great deal of pleasure, joy, even in your submission. The more you submit, the greater my joy –it's a very simple equation."
"Okay, and what do I get out of this?" I shrug looking slightly apologetic.
"Me." I say simply, running my hand through my hair, gazing at her. Why isn't she screaming, asking to leave… Does she want this? Why the pointless questions…. She must want me as much as I want her. Here, that bed… Mentally I shake of the unsolved questions, "You're not giving anything away, Anastasia," I murmur, exasperated. "Let's go back downstairs where I can concentrate better. It's very distracting having you in here." I hold out my hand hoping she would take it, she hesitates, rubbing her right upper-arm, like any minute she's going to run out of the room screaming… Don't go, give me a chance. "I'm not going to hurt you, Anastasia." I say softly, begging her to stay with my eyes. My arm still outstretched, she takes my hand. I squeeze it trying to reassure her, but her touch astounds me. She has to be mine. Be mine, Miss Steele, be mine.
I lead her out of the door, where are we going to go to discuss this further? The living room, "If you do this, let me show you." Instead of going back down stairs, I instantly have the idea of showing Miss Steele what is involved for her. I turn right out from the playroom and down the corridor. Passing several door, I lead her to the room at the end.
"This will be your room. You can decorate it how you like, have whatever you like in here." I say indicating to the room.
"My room? You're expecting me to move in?" there is horror in her voice, I'm thinking now that this wasn't the best approach.
"Not full time. Just say, Friday evening through Sunday. We have to talk about all that. Negotiate. If you want to do this," I answer hesistantly.
"I'll sleep here?" she repeats.
"Yes."
"Not with you." Oh…
"No I told you, I don't sleep with anyone, except you, when you're stupefied with drink."
Her mouth presses into a line, looking confused and slightly frustrated. "where do you sleep?"
"My room is downstairs. Come, you must be hungry." I say, trying to divert the conversation to something more neutral.
"Weirdly, I seem to have lost my appetite," she murmurs.
"You must eat, Anastasia," I admonish, I take her hand and lead her back down stairs.
We are back in the living room, "I'm fully aware that this is a dark path I am leading you down, Anastasia, which is why I really want you to think about this. You must have some questions," I say, releasing her hand as I wander into the kitchen area. Please ask me anything, Ana. Anything… Christ.
"You've signed your NDA, you can ask me anything you want, and I'll answer."
She stands at the breakfast bar, I feel her eyes watching me as I open the refrigerator and pull out a plate of cheeses with two large bunches of green and red grapes. I set the plate down on the worktop and grab a French baguette, and begin to slice it.
"Sit." I order her, pointing at the stools at the breakfast bar, she obeys.
"You mentioned paperwork." The contract…
"Yes."
"What paperwork?"
"Well, apart from the NDA, a contract saying what we will and won't do. I need to know your limits, and you need to know mine. This is consensual, Anastasia." From the past couple of days, I can tell that Miss Steele will be very limited to what she has done, she is no virgin, you just have to look at her beauty to figure that out.
"And if I don't want to do this?" I mentally sigh, I want you to want this with me, Miss Steele.
"That's fine." I answer carefully, hiding any disappointment.
"But we won't have any sort of relationship?" she asks.
"No."
"Why?"
"This is the only sort of relationship I'm interested in." I don't do the heart and flowers ordeal. I can't be more than this…
"Why?"
I shrug, "It's the way I am."
"How did you become this way?"
"Why is anyone the way they are? That's kind of a hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese? Mrs. Jones –my housekeeper – has left this for supper." Why the hell am I talking about cheese? Fucking cheese, get a grip of yourself, Grey. I take the large white plates from the cupboard and place one in front Ana.
"What are your rules I have to follow" Her question somehow gets me of guard, Is she actually considering this?
"I have them written down. We'll go through them once we've eaten."
"I'm really not hungry," she whispers, No fucking eat Anastasia. A pain shots through my stomach the familiar feeling of starvation, a short flashback startles me.
"You will eat," I say simply, bringing out my dominant side. "Would you like another glass of wine?"
"Yes, please."
I pour wine into her glass and sit beside her, she takes a gulp of wine.
"Help yourself to food, Anastasia." She reaches over a grabs a small bunch of grapes. I narrow my eyes.
"Have you been like this for a while?" she asks.
"Yes."
"Is it easy to find women who want to do this?"
I raise an eyebrow at her, She hasn't got a clue does she… "You'd be amazed," I say dryly.
"Then why me? I really don't understand."
"Anastasia, I've told you. There's something about you. I can't leave you alone." I smile ironically. "I'm like a moth to a flame." I become all serious, her lips part slightly then together again, as she bites down on her lip once more, needless to say, this is the truth. "I want you very badly, especially now, when you're biting you lip again." I want to bite that lip, I want to take you here Miss Steele. Be mine. I take a deep breath, knowing it's not that simple and swallow, my eyes trained on her lips.
"I think you have that cliché the wrong way round," she grumbles, my eyes dart up to meet hers, then I realise she hasn't eaten anything apart from those small insignificant grapes.
"Eat!"
"No. I haven't signed anything yet, so I think I'll hang on to my free will for a bit longer if that's okay with you."
My eyes soften at the words, does this mean she will sign. I smile.
"As you wish, Miss Steele."
"How many women?" she says blurting out the question.
"Fifteen." Fifteen submissives…
"For long periods of time?"
"Some of them, yes."
"Have you ever hurt anyone?"
"Yes." I reply honestly.
"Badly?"
"No."
"Will you hurt me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Physically, will you hurt me?"
"I will punish you when you require it, and it will be painful."
She takes another sip of wine, it seems that alcohol is making little Miss Steele braver.
"Have you ever been beaten?" she asks.
"Yes."
*The image of the whore's man friends comes to mind, the ache in my chest from the scars he left me, the utter pain of his cigarettes getting put out on my skin…*
Though that isn't what she was meaning, I have been beaten in the sense of Dominants and Subs.
"Let's discuss this in my study. I want to show you something." I get up from my seat; I walk on to the study with Anastasia following close behind, I go over to the computer and print off the rules. As she walks into the office, I'm leaning against the desk, indicating her to sit in the leather chair in front of me. I hand her the list of rules.
"These are the rules. They may be subject to change. They form part of the contract, which you can also have. Read these rules and let's discuss."
She sits montionless reading the rules allowed.
"RULES
Obedience:
The Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix 2). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.
Sleep:
The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of seven hours sleep a night when she is not with the Dominant.
Food:
The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the excep tion of fruit.
Clothes:
During the Term, the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by the Dominant. The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for the Submissive, which the Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc basis. If the Dominant so requires, the Submissive shall during the Term any adornments the Dominant shall require, in the presence of the Dominant and any other time the Domi nant deems fit.
Exercise:
The Dominant shall provide the Submissive with a personal trainer four times a week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and the Sub missive. The personal trainer will report to the Dominant on the Submissive's progress.
Personal Hygiene/Beauty:
The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Sub missive will visit a beauty salon of the Dominant's choosing at times to be decided by the Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments the Dominant sees fit.
Personal Safety:
The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs, or put herself in any unnecessary danger.
Personal Qualities:
The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Domi nant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant.
Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant."
She looks stunned, looks up at me. "Hard limits?"
"Yes. What you won't do, what I won't do, we need to specify in our agreement."
"I'm not sure about accepting money for clothes. It feels wrong," she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. It's just money for Christ sake, I have a hell of a lot.
"I want to lavish money on you, let me buy you some clothes. I may need you to accompany me to functions, and I want you dressed well. I'm sure your salary, when you do get a job, won't cover the kind of clothes I'd like you to wear."
"I don't have to wear them when I'm not with you?"
"No."
"Okay." She murmurs. "I don't want to exercise four times a week."
"Anastasia, I need you supple, strong, and with stamina. Trust me, you need to exercise."
"But surely not four times a week, how about three?"
"I want you to do four."
"I thought this was a negotiation?" Well played, Miss Steele. Oh I love that smart mouth of yours…
"Okay, Miss Steele, another point well made. How about an hour on three days and one day half hour?"
"Three days, three hours. I get the impression you're going to keep me exercised when I'm here."
I smile widely, at the comment. Oh yes, Anastasia. You definitely will.
"Yes, I am. Okay, agreed. Are you sure you don't want to intern at my company? You're a good negotiator."
"No, I don't think that's a good idea." She mutters, then stares back down at the rules still in her hands.
I print off my limits. And scim over the limits, making sure I haven't missed anything.
Hard Limits
No acts of involving fire play
No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof
No acts involving needles, knives, piercing, or blood
No acts involving gynaecological medical instruments
No acts involving children or animals
No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin
No acts involving breath control
"So, limits. These are mine." I hand her the paper.
"Is there anything you'd like to add?" I ask kindly. She remains quite, looking completely and utterly out of place. I gaze at her and raise my eyebrows.
"Is there anything you won't do?" I ask.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" She squirms in her seat again, biting down hard on her lip.
"I've never done anything like this." Yes well that is pretty obvious.
"Well, when you've had sex, was there anything you didn't like doing?" As I say the words, she blushes, her cheeks filling with a dark shade of red. "You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or this isn't going to work."
She squirms again looking awfully uncomfortable. What is she hiding? What's so bad that she won't fucking tell me?
"Tell me," I command.
"Well… I've not had sex before, so I don't know." Her voice is small, but I feel as if my whole world has just been awaken. WHAT! SHE'S A FUCKING VIRGIN…. CHRIST. I am staring at her, mouth-open completely frozen…
"Never?" I whisper. She shakes her head.
"You're a virgin?" I breathe, repeating myself as she nods, flushing again. I close my eyes completely transfixed on what she is saying. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck….
I open my eyes, glaring at her. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I growl. This is going to be a lot fucking harder than I thought.
A/N Eeeek the tension on waiting is getting to me too... The next chapter is going to get a lot juicy ;) I'll post in the next couple of days or i'll try and post tomorrow :)
Love you all!
~ Charlotte
