CPOV

I lean into Katniss, kissing her lips, but pushing into her so that she lies back onto the bed. Pulling away for a second, I grab another condom, and then tell her, "Yeah, we'll take another shower after this."

She giggles as she stretches out beneath me. I want to go slow with her. But I think I want to do it somewhere else. Standing up quickly, I put my hand out for her. She takes it, no questions even in her eyes; she knows where we're going. She grabs the sheet with her other hand though and wraps it around her.

"I'm not that comfortable walking around your place naked yet." She explains as she tucks in a flap.

I nod and let her do her thing, but I'll stay naked. It wouldn't be the first time Mrs. Jones or Taylor saw me naked. I don't think Taylor is too happy about it though. We walk down the hallway to the rumpus room and I unlock it as she watches me silently. I wonder if she'll let me hit her with something a little harder. No harm in asking.

When I turn on the dim lights, she goes straight to the bed, dropping the sheet, braiding her hair on the way, and spreading out into an 'X' on the bed. Oh, well, this might work too. I put some music on, a deep bass thumping in the background while a violin matches it. It's an unusual pick, but then so am I. "Actually, I want you standing over here. I'm going to do something different."

"Oh, okay." Is her only reply as she comes to where I'm standing. I point up to the ceiling, showing her the elaborate metal maze on it and the shackles that hang down from it. "I'm going to be standing when you do this?"

I only nod and she cocks her head to the side. "One condition then, Mr. Grey."

Yes, she's playing along! In my authoritative voice, I tell her, "You don't get to make conditions, Miss Everdeen. We start here and end up over there."

She bats her eyelashes at me, something she's never done actually and bites her lip before turning her head to look at where I'm pointing. I stride right up to her and grab her to me. Katniss smiles, I think I lost this round. "My condition, Sir, is one kiss and I will put my hands straight up in the air."

I groan, but I want to kiss her, so it's not a total loss. Putting my hand in her hair, I yank her mouth to mine and kiss her hard at first and feel her melt against me. I soften the kiss and then make a path from her mouth to her ear and then down her neck. When I feel her begin to wind her arms around me, I freeze and then pull away. I want to be inside of her, but I want her to writhe and turn pink before I do. "Enough, arms up."

She dutifully puts her arms up and I encase each of her wrists in red leather handcuffs that are attached to chains, hanging from the ceiling. Just before I turn my back on her, I drop my head and pinch each nipple between my teeth. They're already hard and waiting for more. She gasps and her back arches, trying to get me to do more to her. "Will you let me hit you with something else?"

"Will it hurt more than the spanking?" She asks me, tilting her head to watch me walk over to my wall of canes, floggers, and whips.

"Do you think the spanking hurts?" I ask, running my hands over the leather ends of the floggers. "I thought you were enjoying it."

"Oh, I do, but it does sting a little, at first." She answers. I look over at her. I can tell she's curious and anxious.

I grab a whip; I haven't used it in awhile, so I take a flick with it against a candle in the room. It slices exactly where I wanted it to. I guess you never really lose your touch with something like this. I also heard Katniss suck in her breath and turn to her. "If it starts to hurt, say yellow, if it hurts too much, red. Okay? Just remember, it's not supposed to hurt though, it's all about pleasure, both of our pleasure. Spread your legs, Miss Everdeen."

She nods, biting her lip again, "Yes, Sir."

I remember one more thing and grab a spreader bar to place between her legs. Katniss just watches me with wide eyes, not scared, I hope. "This will help you keep your legs open for me. It's a natural defense to want to close them with what we're about to do."

She gulps and shakily nods again, "Yes, Sir."

Once I'm sure the bar is spread far enough and locked into place, I rise back up and look at her. She is a sight to behold. Her braid is over her shoulder, long and thick and her breasts are perky and full, ready to be touched, tasted. Looking straight into her eyes without breaking contact, I ran my hand down her stomach, straight to her womanhood. I feel her trembling from anticipation and I slide a finger between her folds. She is so ready for me and I almost feel like I'm going to burst right here, right now I'm so hard. Katniss is trying hard not to lose eye contact but as soon as she blinks, I pull away from her again and take a couple of steps back.

I flit the whip carefully so that it almost caresses her right nipple. She draws in a breath and I follow it quickly with another flick to her left one as she lets the breath out. It's a shaky breath, like the kind you get from when you're close to coming. It can't happen this soon though; I want to be in her when she comes. It would be interesting to find out if she comes from just the whip as well though.

I let another snap go and it hits between her legs, the end of it biting her butt. She groans and arches. "No moving, Miss Everdeen, try not to move." I warn her as the whip's end flicks against her sex this time.

I'm not doing this very hard; I don't really want to leave any marks, not when we're going out in a few hours. A glow is all I want her to have, a nice glow on that sun-kissed skin. I make a pattern though, nipple, nipple, butt, sex, breast, breast. Katniss is doing wonderfully and her moans are only making me harder. I change it up and the whip hits against her stomach.

She bites her lip, shakes her head, "Yellow!"

I don't think I hit a soft spot, but maybe there is scar tissue there that I can't see in this lighting. I decide to do two more rounds on her though before I end. Putting the condom on with one hand, I make sure the last one hits her right between her legs and she grunts in her anxiousness. I drop the whip and march over to her, undoing the spreader bar before I wrap her legs around me. Guiding us to the wall, I slam her against it, entering her swiftly and hard. I know she wants to have her arms around me too, so I reach up and undo the cuffs and her hands quickly go around my neck.

"Please, Sir! Oh, yes!" Katniss cries out as I pump into her. I had wanted slowly, but I also really want her and that's guiding me right now.

Trying to distract myself, I walk us to the bed never being out of her and lay her down right on the edge of it. Her ankles are up on my shoulders and I put my hands over her knees. I like this, standing above her, looking down at her as we have sex. Or make love as I slow my pace. She whimpers slightly and I put my hands at her waist, moving it in circles. Her eyes roll back into her head and her breathing turns ragged. Yep, I'm hitting a spot for her, so I keep doing it, just watching her face even as her hands are clawing at the silky sheets. I feel her tightening around me and thrust into her faster again but forcefully, making each one count. She trembles, encasing me two seconds before I release.

Her legs go limp and as I pull out of her, she curls herself up on the bed, seeming very content and ready to fall asleep. I climb in next to her and wrap myself around her. We have a few hours before her stylist gets here, a nap couldn't hurt. We'll shower when we get up I tell myself.

When I do wake up, warmer than usual, I find that Katniss is draped over my chest, her arm flung out to the side like she was trying to hit something away. I smile and caress her back, waking her up as quietly and gently as I can.

"Mmmm." She drawls out, not awake yet. Her head kind of flops on me, she really doesn't want to wake up yet and I can't suppress the laugh that comes out of my mouth. Katniss looks up at me annoyed.

I snort out a mumbled, "Sorry. You just look so cute all sleepy like that."

"Yeah, well, you should have left me alone then." Wow, she's cranky, this is a first too. Of course, I don't know a lot about her temperament yet, but we have time. She pushes herself off of me, rolling onto her back to stretch. She looks like a cat.

While she's waking her body up, I get up and turn off the radio. I had forgotten to before we knocked out. When I turn back to her, she has gotten off the bed as well and has picked up the whip. She's running the leather strap against her hand, feeling it, the weight, and the material. Katniss looks up at me, "How did you learn to use this? I mean, well, who taught you how to use this?"

"The same person who taught me how to use everything else in this room. Why, do you have a complaint?" I tease her, walking to her and taking the whip to put it away.

She smiles, shakes her head, "No, it was….it was interesting to say the least. Except when you hit my stomach." She frowns.

I go back to her, inspecting where I hit her. I can't see any scar tissue. "I don't understand why that hurt though, there are no scars here."

"There is, but it's small and you managed to hit it. I'll have to show you when we're better lighting." She explains as she goes to get the sheet and rewrap it around her beautifully naked body.

As we leave the room and she waits in the hall for me, Katniss asks, "How did you get into all of this anyway?"

We start back for my room and I answer honestly, again. I can't seem to not just tell her the truth. "Well, I was a bit of a lost soul when I was younger. Someone took me away from my own destructiveness and showed me intense discipline and I ended up really enjoying it."

"Oh. Did you like it from the beginning? Being disciplined?" She questions, dropping the sheet as soon as we get back to my room and heading directly for the bathroom. I hear her turn the water on in the shower and she stands in the doorway, waiting for my answer.

I shake my head, "No, not at first, not initially. She was almost brutal in how she taught me. I understand now why she did so, but I didn't appreciate back then, just like any other teenager."

"Was she young too?"

"No, she is my mother's age. It isn't relevant now though. The only contact I have with her is to do business. I don't talk to her otherwise." I admit. Katniss squints her eyes at me, knowing there's more to that story. "Ana didn't like that I still had contact with her, so I made sure I didn't talk to her about anything that wasn't business related. Even if Elena tries to bring up something else, I direct it back to business. She's never happy about that, especially since Ana died. I think she thought everything would go back to how it was before and it hasn't. Not in the least."

"Oh," Is all that comes from Katniss. She turns back into the bathroom and I hear the shower door open. I follow her in, wondering about her reaction to my explanation.

"What's wrong? You would want me to still be friends with her, the woman who taught me how to…how to punish others?"

"No, it's not that. I probably would feel unsure of myself if you did. It's just that I know how it is to have been a friend with someone and than …not. Of course, mine was for an entirely different reason." She tells me, soaping up her now unbraided hair again. I know she's talking about that guy, Gale. How would you continue being friends with someone if you weren't sure that it was their bomb idea that killed your sister?

I take over for her, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. Katniss leans into me, her back to my front and while still washing her hair with one hand, I wrap the other around her shoulders. Her whole body relaxes and she puts her hands up on my arm, kissing it in different spots. "So, you don't want me to be more than just business acquaintances with her?"

Katniss turns around, letting her head fall back into the stream of water. Putting her hands up to shield her eyes from any falling water, she looks at me and answers, "No, I don't think I'd like that. I would constantly wonder if she wants you back and if you would go to her. I know I must seem like I'm sure of myself and most of the time I am, but that would be weird for me. Is that selfish?"

I think about it for a minute, if the roles were reversed and I know what my answer would be. "Yes, it is selfish, but I would feel the same way, so I think Elena and I will stay what we are. The most I will ever see her for is to discuss business and I will make sure if it is over food, it will be a breakfast or lunch meeting."

"Ooookay. Why is dinner not an option?" She asks honestly. I'm sure she would never think twice if her husband had had a dinner with some woman he had known for a long time. Then again, her husband was a saint of sorts.

"It's just that Elena would think it meant something more than what it was." I tell her simply. No need to fill her head with any other ideas. I switch spots with her, "Here, wash my hair now."

With a sarcastic tone and a roll of her eyes, Katniss answers, "Yes, Sir."