Christian looked at Anastasia trying to figure out what she wanted to say to him. The sombre look in her eyes threw him off guard. Christian gulped down his panic as his mind went into an overdrive listing all the possibilities of how he probably could've fucked up. He had been on his best behaviour lately. Did she want to leave him? Had she fallen out of love with him?

He couldn't stand the thought of her telling him either of those things so he all but tried to dismiss them from his mind." Twelve years of marriage and he was still insecure"

Ana rose her brow, then rolled her eyes and eventually opened her mouth to speak, "Christian I can see that you're worried again... and I'm reassuring you that I'm not going anywhere ! I love you and will be with you until the end."

Once those words came out of her mouth Christian's taut body immediately relaxed. He gave her a tentative smile, "Shall we go sit down. Then you can tell me exactly what it is you want to talk about?" He took her hand, leading her to the couch where they both sat together.

Ana looked into Christian's eyes and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly. She mulled in her mind how to approach the subject since she couldn't stop the barrage of all these thoughts and feelings she was recently bombarded with.

Ana took a deep breath, closing her eyes and started to divulge everything to Christian. He looked at her wide-eyed like she had suddenly sprouted an extra head. She smiled weakly and decided to just continue on, getting everything out in the open.

When she finished talking, the room was so quiet, one could hear a pin dropping. Ana slowly peeked up at Christian, seeing his eyes closed. He looked like he was counting something as his mouth was mumbling but no sound could be heard.

Then all of a sudden he flicked open his eyes. They were blazing with mild anger, which eventually made her shift back a little on the couch. Ana was certain she'd really done it this time! Her ass would be on fire soon!

Christian was dumbfounded, not to forget angry about what was lately going on in the troublesome mind of his wife. Was it because Grace and Carrick were on a vacation to their beach house and wanted Teddy and Phoebe all to themselves for a week since both children too were on holidays from school. Ana was likely left with an idle mind which could bear nothing but uncomely ideas! Yes that was it! He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she seriously telling him that she wanted to learn to become a Dominant?

His sweet, beautiful, caring and petite Ana as a Dominant?

His tender little wife wielding a crop?

His still sometimes blushing like a virgin Love tying him up?

Bossing him around, stomping those worship-worthy feet? Okay maybe outside the playroom that was nothing new but still... he wore the pants in the house.

He suddenly had to fight the overwhelming urge to chuckle in disbelief, and amusement.

She had so seriously declared in a prissy voice that she would like them both to be able to experience being a Dom and a sub. This time Christian did let out what he thought to be a tiny indulgent smirk but it turned out to be more of a sarcastic one. Not a chance Love!

Ana's brows furrowed and she huffed at Christian's expression and kept saying it had nothing to do with them. That she loved everything they did inside and outside the playroom. But she wanted to be able to play a Dom. That was his role damnit! And he had no intention of forgoing it! Ever!

Ana had to realise that she was a submissive in the playroom and his wife everywhere else. She needed to understand that fact and acknowledge her roles in their marriage. He was the man of the house. He was supposed to protect her, love her, provide for her, dominate her and give her children. Speaking of children, did she want him to impregnate her again? That would certainly keep her busy. And he did like seeing her all swollen up with his seed. But he dared not say that out loud in fear of him finally getting labelled as a caveman.

However, he thought, what the hell had gotten into her? He was finding it really hard not to blow his lid now that it dawned on him that she wasn't exactly jesting.

Wait, WHAT? She wanted him to acquire a sub? A FEMALE sub? What the fuck? Christian carefully looked at Ana and pushed down a tight swallow. She wanted him to teach her by dominating a sub in the playroom. She would watch. Christian suddenly felt faint. Was he in an alternative universe? That wasn't going to happen! There was no way they were bringing a third person into their lives especially into their playroom.

Christian suddenly felt nauseated. Did she... did she... He couldn't even think about it! Christian gulped. Did she... wanted him... t-to fu-uck the sub as well? What was she getting at? Why was she doing this to them? Why was she doing this to him?!

Jesus fucking Christ! Ana was still going on and on and had been for the last twenty minutes about what she felt and what she wanted. She was saying she needed to make their sex life better.

Was he lacking?

He always thought their sex life was perfect... Even after so many years of marriage he still made love to her with the same vigor when they had first fallen in love. Until today he had always perceived she enjoyed it as well.

Ana said this situation would help bringing her sexual side out. Did she truly not realise that she was the most sexy and sensual woman that he had ever seen or that he'd fucked? Even when he had subs,in the past they were nothing comapred to Anastasia but obviously she wouldn't see it that way.

He suddenly felt a seething burn of rage rising inside his chest. He honestly had no idea where all this nonsense was coming from but he knew this shit had to stop! Right fucking now!

Christian stood up and started to pace around the room, running his hands through his hair. He stopped dead looking straight at Ana and first time in their married life shouted so loud that Ana panicked and covered her ears, "Listen to me Mrs Grey and listen to me well. We're not bringing anyone in our sexual life. You just pulled the rug under my feet. I don't know about you but I'd always been satisfied with our sexual life. If you're not satisfied, then tough, deal with it. But we're not bringing another person in our life. Do I make myself clear?"

"But Christian..."

"I love you damn it! Nothing is going to change between us. I won't allow that. What we have, our love, our commitment, most people are jealous of that. Again, if you're unsatisfied I could try to spice up our sex life. Fuck, we can even try watching porn. But I'm not going to fuck another woman for your amusement! I'm not a stud! You fucking understand?"

Ana gaped at Christian for a moment then suddenly giggled out loud. "Baby I just said we are going to acquire a submissive. I never said you or we are going to have sex with her!"

"You... don't?" Christian first looked at Ana skeptically. Then reassured, his whitened face slowly regained its color. "Fuck, you almost gave me a heart-attack!"

Christian asked Ana why all of a sudden she wanted to learn to become a Dom as she'd never mentioned her interest before. And if dominance was something that she wanted to try then it should be discussed as a couple and not just dumping all this information and decisions on him all of a sudden.

Ana never wanted Christian to think that she was doing this because she wanted to hurt or imasculate him as that was not her intention. She just needed to let him know what she was feeling and for him to help her sort it out. She would much rather have Christian's consideration than curt dismissal. She needed him on board with her and wanted her husband's support all the way.

Her head and heart were conflicted. Her deviant mind could not get rid of this idea but her heart was on the same par with Christian. It would always be him and she would always need him but Ana knew how Christian's mind worked. Which was why she wanted to be honest. She had to get this situation sorted before it drove a wedge between them.

Ana sulked as Christian stormed off to his study. His head was suddenly in agony and he needed to process everything that had just taken place. He couldn't deal with Ana and her stubbornness right now. Once he had calmed down he would sort all this shit out. In the meantime she could sweat as a form of punishment. Sex or no-sex, a third person was always a third person.