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Chapter Nine

I lie in silence on the bed, for what seems like a long time, the room is now in complete silence with Ana casually muttering the odd word in her sleep, so far it's been random words like 'Socks' and 'Bedding'.

I'm wide awake, staring blankly up at the ceiling, counting each corner of the room over and over again, hoping, and praying, somehow I'd get to sleep.

It's not working, fuck sake. I rise from the bed, gently easing my way out of the room, slipping on some jogging bottoms; I head out into the corridor, glancing back to an unconscious Ana lying naked under a simple white sheet. I sigh deeply my head swimming with the events from only a couple of hours ago, this girl is mine... I took her virginity... I had 'vanilla'. What is she doing to me..
I make my way over to the boudoir grand piano placed in the middle of the room, pulling out the little stool and sitting down, I lift the lid, revealing the ivory and black keys.

Why can't my life ever be so simple?

My fingers skim along the keys, each note carelessly flowing into an oboe concerto by Alessandro Marcello. I lose myself in the sad melody, drowning me in the past... every hit, every scar left by my birth mother and her pimp, I screw my eyes together pushing the memory back, making my shiver. My fingers continue to play as each memory raises to the surface.

I automatically turn round to find Anastasia standing behind me, watching me. I ignore her presence and continue to play, finishing the tune.
"Sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to disturb you."
I frown, You were saving me Anastasia. "Surely, I should be saying that to you," I murmur, I bring the melody to a close, my fingers effortless brushing the keys. I stop and turn back to Ana. I stand, running my fingers through my hair, I'm so tired. I glide round the piano to stand besides Ana. Her cheeks flushed, her bright blue eyes wide taking in every stroll I make towards her, her heart shaped lips sitting awkwardly under her tooth biting down on her lower lip, sending sensation of pleasure through me. She is beautiful.

"You should be in bed," I warn.
"That was a beautiful piece. Bach?" I smirk, clearly she is trying to distract me. It's not going to work Miss Steele.
"Transcription by Bach, but it's originally an oboe concerto by Alessandro Marcello."
"It was exquisite, but very sad, such a melancholy melody." I smile slightly, You don't know the half of it Anastasia.
I cough, breaking the silence, "Bed," I order. "You'll be exhausted in the morning."
"I woke and you weren't there."
"I find it difficult to sleep, and I'm not used to sleeping with anyone," I murmur. I place my arm on her slim shoulders, gently guiding her back to the bedroom.
"How long have you been playing? You play beautifully." The question somehow takes me by surprise.
"Since I was six." I say honestly, however I tend to not dwell on the past.
"oh."
"How are you feeling?" I ask as we reach the bedroom, switching on the sidelight.
"I'm good."
I glance down at the bed, proof of her lost virginity, the proof that she is officially mine. That I was here, the blood on the sheets is enough proof of the events of last night, that make me smile.
"Well, that's going to give Mrs Jones something to think about?" I move to stand in front of her, placing my hand under chin, jerking her head up so her eyes meet mine. She glances down eagerly at my chest, reaching towards my chest.

**Pain. Burning sensation on my chest as another cigarette is pressed against my skin.**
I automatically step back, out of Ana's reach. "Get into bed," I say sharply. I take a deep breath, "I'll come and lie down with you." She drops her hand which was lingering in mid-air down to her waist. I turn away from her, walking over to the drawer, pulling out a T-shirt.
Ana is still standing by the door watching every step I take, "Bed," I order again. She climbs into the bed, covering up the bloody mess of her virginity. I clamber in beside her, wrapping my arms around her so she is facing away from me. I kiss her hair, breathing in her delicious scent.
"Sleep, sweet Anastasia," I murmur, she closes her eyes. I try to forget the odd sensation in my chest, the familiar ache. I sigh against Ana's unconscious body, before I drift off into an exhausted sleep.

It's 10 o'clock when I finally awake from the best sleep I've had in years, the light fills the room, I stretch up, noticing the Ana has gone. I jump out of bed automatically, where the fuck is she? Has she gone? I freeze in the door pane as I hear the most out of tune sound lingering through the hall, Oh Miss Steele, what a terrible talent you possess. I through the apartment searching for the tuneless noise ringing in my ears, I smile to myself as I see Anastasia dancing around the kitchen, her hair transformed into two pigtails, iPod headphones in the pocket of one of my shirts. She is shaking her hips uncontrollable, her long, slim naked legs swaying from side to side as she makes her way round the kitchen. I want her. I need her.

She puts bacon under the grill, and automatically turns round. Ana's face reddens as she notices me staring; she pulls the shirt closer to her body, the slight water stains, exposing her naked skin. She pulls the headphones out of her ears.
"Good morning, Miss Steele. You're very energetic this morning."
"I-I slept well," she stutters, though I try and hide my very appealing smile.
"I can't imagine why." With me waking her up with midnight piano sessions, though I managed to sleep amazingly well last night. For the first time since I was a child in fact. I frown, "So did I after I came back to bed."
"Are you hungry?" she asks distracting me.
"Very." I ask staring at her, the buttons of the shirt popping open revealing her beautiful skin.
"Pancakes, bacon, and eggs?"
"Sounds great."
"I don't know where you keep your placemats." She shrugs, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'll do that. You cook. Would you like me to put some music on so you can continue your…er…dancing?" I smile widely as she blushes red, staring down at her fingers embarrassed. I like the way I effect you, Miss Steele. "Please, don't stop on my account. It's very entertaining." I say, amused. She purses her lips, turning a little aggressively and beings to whisk the eggs. Her high school pigtails staring back at me, beckoning me forward, with one stride after another until I'm right behind her. I reach out, tugging one the end of the left pigtail down gently as I breathe in her ear, "I love these," I take a pause moving to her other ear, whilst blowing on the nip of her neck, "They won't protect you."

"How would you like your eggs?" she asks sharply, I smile.

"Thoroughly whisked and beaten." I smirk, she turns back to what she was doing trying to hide a smile. It makes me smile even wider. I get the placemats out of the drawer near the cooker and place them on the breakfast bar. I watch Ana, as she pours the mix into a pan, flipping over the pancakes one by one. She pulls out the bacon turning them over and puts it back under the grill.
I go off and get the orange juice out of the fridge pouring it into two tall glasses and place them on the counter. I move round Anastasia and put on the coffee pot. Oh, she doesn't like coffee?
"Would you like tea?" I turn to see her watching me.
"Yes, please. If you have some." She grabs two plates out of the cupboard and places them in the oven. I stare at her as she bends over, her round bare ass shooting up at me. Oh, Miss Steele you are full of surprises. I turn away reaching for Twinning's English Breakfast Tea out of the cupboard.
"Bit of a foregone conclusion, wasn't I?" I turn back, her lips pursed and both hands stretched behind her grabbing hold of the kitchen surface.
"Are you? I'm not sure we've concluded anything yet, Miss Steele." I murmur, especially since you're looking absolutely irresistible right now. She nods getting back to serving the breakfast. I pop a tea bag in a pot, pouring in the boiling water and carrying it over to the breakfast bar.

I stand by the bar as I wait for Anastasia to finish what she is doing, she meets my eye as I wait for her to sit down. "Miss Steele." I say motioning to the bar stools.
"Mr Grey." She nods in acknowledgement.
"Just how sore are you?" I ask curiously, because I seriously to be inside you again. I want to feel your pleasure Anastasia.
"Well, to be truthful, I have nothing to compare this to," she snaps, "Did you wish to offer your commiserations?" she asks bitter sweetly, I try to hold back a smile at her feisty comment.
"No. I wondered if we should continue your basic training." I say smiling, whilst popping a bit of bacon and pancake in my mouth. Mmm boy she can cook. I hear a groaning noise from beside me, I notice she isn't eating. I grit my teeth. "Eat, Anastasia." I say dominantly. "This is delicious, incidentally." I smile at her.
She takes a forkful of omelette, though she is completely distracted by something else altogether, she gasps a little letting her tooth graze her bottom lip over and over again. A sharp passionate sensation spreads throughout me, I hold myself together wanting nothing more than throwing all of this food to one side and fucking her right here, right now. "Stop biting you lip. It's very distracting, and I happen to know you're not wearing anything under my shirt, which makes it even more distracting." She releases her lip, and dunks the teabag around in the pot.

"What sort of basic training did you have in mind?" She asks, taking me off guard, her voice is a little higher than usual.
"Well, as you're sore, I thought we could stick to oral skills." I say honestly, Ana chokes on her tea that barely touched her lips, and turns to stare at me, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. There is a slight weezing sound coming from her, I gently pat her on the back passing over the orange juice. Shit.. Perhaps she wants to leave. Why did I have to say anything. Why am I fretting about this, Christ she is a future Sub hopefully. Pull yourself together Grey.
"That's if you want to stay," I add, she watches me again, her breathing slowing rushed.
"I'd like to stay for today. If that's okay. I have work tomorrow."
I feel relief, yes! "What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"
"Nine." Oh plenty of time for some fun today then, Anastasia.
"I'll get you to work by nine tomorrow."
I see her frown, what? What have I said?
"I'll need to go home tonight – I need clean clothes."
"We can get you some here."
Part of me doesn't want her to leave; she's quite, dead quite. I face her as he lip is once again secure by her tooth. I grasp her chin, tugging it so her lip is released. "What is it?" I ask.
"I need to be home this evening." She whispered. Oh fine! My mouth sets in a hard line, irritated.
"Okay, this evening." I say reluctantly, "Now eat your breakfast."
She just stares at her food as I put the last of mine in my mouth slavering the last bite. "Eat, Anastasia. You didn't eat last night."
"I'm really not hungry," she whispers.
My eyes narrow, she will eat something! Christ, she doesn't know what starvation really feels like. She will eat it or I will force it into her. "I would really like you to finish your breakfast."
"What is it with you and food?" she blurts out, as my frown deepens.
"I told you, I have issues with wasted food. Eat!" I snap. Feeling frustrated and hurt. I watch her as she picks up her fork and begins to eat slowly. I relax slightly as she makes her way through her breakfast. I wait for her to finish, and then I pick up her plate take it to the sink.
"You cooked, I'll clear."
"That's very democratic."
"Yes," I frown. "Not my usual style. After I've done this, we'll take a bath.
"Oh, okay." She says. Before I can say anything else, a ringing fills the room.

Ana picks up her phone. "Hi." I watch her as she makes her way to the balcony, phone glowed to her ear. She opens her glass doors and makes her way outside. I begin washing the dishes letting them rinse under the water, washing off all of the studs and placing them on the side, I grab a tea-towel and dry and put them away. I grab the ingredients scattered around the kitchen putting them back in the right places, before I know it Ana was back. " The NDA, does it cover everything?" she asks curiously.
"Why?" I turn and gaze at her as I put the Twinning's away in the cupboard.
"Well, I have a few questions, you know, about sex." She flushes, staring down at her fingers. "And I'd like to ask Kate." Her head still down clearing not wanting to meet my eye.
"You can ask me."
"Christian, with all due respect…" Her voice fades, What why can't you ask me? She knows my past. I can answer any question she wants me to. "It's just about mechanics. I won't mention the Red Room of Pain."
I raise my eyebrows. Red Room of Pain? Never heard that one before. "Red Room of Pain? It's more about pleasure, Anastasia. Believe me," I say, "Besides, your roommate is making the beast with two backs with my brother. I'd rather you didn't."
"Does your family know about your… um, predilection?"
"No. It's none of their business." I stride towards her until I'm standing within touching distance. "What do you want to know?" I ask, running my fingers gently down her cheek to her chin, I tilt her head back so I am locked with her beautiful blue eyes. She squirms under my touch, edging her way forward.
"Nothing specific at the moment," she whispers.
"Well, we can start with: How was last night for you?" I ask anxiously.
"Good," she murmurs.
Good? I smile lightly. "Me, too," I murmur back. "I've never had vanilla sex before. There's a lot to be said for it. But then, maybe it's because it's with you." I run my thumb across her lower lip, she trembles beneath my touch. "Come, let's have a bath." I lean down and kiss her. My heart leaps. She tastes amazing, I draw back reaching out my hand and she takes it, as I lead her to the bathroom.