The Red Room
Ana's POV:
"But in my playroom, the constitution and the judicial branch of the United States government don't apply. Only I am sovereign," I gulp at the dominant tone in Christian's voice. Maybe I should just take his advice and not go into the room. No Ana! You need to do this!
I follow Christian as he walks upstairs and through the corridor. Once we stop at a seemingly harmless door, he pulls out a key and unlocks the door. I hold my breath whilst summoning all of my strength to, hopefully, not give away how I am feeling. I don't want Christian to hold back. If he does then, I will never know if I am enough for him.
Christian is standing to the side, with his eyes transfixed on me. "After you," he politely offers, though from what I can see of this room I know that good manners aren't what his dishes out in here. I take several steps in, and look around as casually as I can. I don't care if I fail, but I can't let Christian think he can rule over me like everyone in his life in every aspect. If that is what I wanted, I would have happily fallen at his feet the minute he expressed any interest in me.
The room is painted in a rich red color. Usually, when I see the color red, I think about red roses and how they signify love and romance, but that is not the case now. I look around silently taking everything in. I focus on the first thing I can handle which is the bed. Okay, yes... a bed I can do that. Yes, there is nothing inconspicuous about a bed except maybe, when you combine it with everything else that this room holds. I quickly look over at the small couch, then a large cross, a bench of sorts, the hooks from every corner of the room and the implements hanging on the wall. There is also a large chest of drawers that I can't even bring myself to consider at the moment. I know Christian is staring at me waiting for me to say something, but I have no idea what to say.
"Anastasia, for someone so feisty and strong willed you have become awfully... timid" Christian whispers into my ear, standing behind me. I gulp, knowing he is right.
"Are you trying to intimidate me?" I inquire.
"No. You were the one who wanted to see this room. I was expecting some statement or reply."
"It is very... organized." I respond. Oh my goodness that must've been the lamest comment ever made.
"Organized?" Christian cocks his head to the side and takes in my answer. "Thank you, I guess. Do you have any questions?"
Questions? He is asking me if I have any questions. "The chest of drawers. What is that for?"
"All part of keeping the room organized," Christian replies with a slight smirk, before taking my hand and leading me to it. He unlocks the chest and opens the top drawer. I just wanted to know what it was for, not receive a detailed inspection.
Christian starts to give me a detailed and an almost academic lesson on the entire contents of the drawers. Everything from nipple clamps, vibrators, beads and plugs. Every size and type to be found. He isn't just organized but thorough also. After a long instruction Christian stops and again looks at me waiting for some sort of response.
"All of this must have cost a small fortune" Shit, in the space of who knows how long, I have said the two lamest comments in the history of whatever this all is.
"I can afford it and I tend to purchase new items when a contract ended."
"Why?"
"Hygiene" Christian states obviously holding up a brand new plug.
"Makes sense" I have never felt as stupid as I have since I entered this room.
"Are you satisfied with your tour" Satisfied? I don't know if that is the right word.
"Yes. What now?" I inquire.
"Now we go and eat dinner" What?
"Dinner? Are you serious?"
"Yes. I would have thought you would have understood that I take eating decent three meals a day seriously! "
"I don't think I could eat."
"I want you to Ana. You need to eat; I don't want you getting sick. "
"Okay then let's make a deal. I will eat dinner; if only you bring me back to this room after." Christian is looking at me cautiously. I know he wants to be with me in here, but he is so indifferent. What is he scared of?
"I agree to your terms."
Mrs Jones has quickly and efficiently laid out a dinner of mango chicken, rice and a fresh salad, and then proceeded to make her scarce. In fact, we are completely alone now. One would think that Christian lived here alone right now. Without fail, he commences eating heartedly whilst I eat at a much slower pace. I desperately want to eat to meet my side of the bargain that I made with Christian, but I don't have as much of an appetite as he does and my nerves are getting to me now.
"When Elliot, Mia and I were growing up we had to do our homework when we got home from school, practice our music lessons, martial arts or language lessons and then we had dinner. Our parents had a policy that you weren't allowed to leave the table to watch TV or whatever we wanted until bedtime until you had eaten all your dinner. " Christian's little family history lesson is more than a retelling of a memory, rather it is a reminder that if I don't eat, then I won't get to play.
"I bet you were never left at the table."
"Never! Mia was the worst and occasionally Elliot if dinner contained cauliflower."
"My parents had a similar policy, and my dad enforced it after I went back to live with him, which is why I was often sent off to bed early."
"Really?" Christian states almost delighted. "I am not against taking you to my bed early." There is something about Christian smugness right now that challenges me and I vow to finish my meal. He has long finished his and drinking his wine when I manage to eat the last bite of my dinner. I put my fork down and witness Christian breathes out ever so slightly. He is looking at me, but there is something different about him. His eyes are dark, and he is unreadable. There is a strange sense of authority and then it hits me that this is probably what he is like in the red room.
"Go to the spare room and inside the closet is a white bag. It will have everything you need there. Meet me outside the room in fifteen minutes. Do not be late! I am even more impatient and I do not like this to be disobeyed when it comes to this...matter." Christian doesn't say anything else but heads out of the dining room and knowing I don't have much time I do the same.
In the white bag, I find only a few items. A pair of plain white panties, a long white cotton robe and a hair tie. There is a small note which tells me to braid my hair. It is a strange combination, but I don't give it any thought. Over thinking, this won't be in my favor. With just a few minutes left I walk to the door of the room and wait. I am expecting to see Christian walk up the stairs any second but rather the door opens and there he stands, topless, shoeless and wearing an old pair of jeans. Gosh, he looks gorgeous!
Christian extends his hand out and leads me inside, closing the door behind us. He runs his knuckles over my jaw line and then tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you sure you want to do this Anastasia?"
"Yes," I reply though, in reality I am not sure.
"I love you, remember that!" This is the last affectionate words Christian gives me, and then it is like he becomes someone else. His dark grey eyes become transfixed on me as he undoes the tie of my robe, leaving me naked with the exception of my white underwear.
"Sit down on your knees, Ana. Look down" I comply with his instructions and strain to hear every possible sound and movement. I hear Christian walk away, then the sound of one or two drawers opening and then sound of music radiating through the room. It is the most haunting but beautifully captivating sound.
"Stand up Anastasia and look at me" I hear before I realize that Christian is right in front of me. His voice is so controlled and dominant. He isn't the same Christian I have grown to know and love exactly, but it is him and I still want him.
"Follow me" Christian doesn't request and my body complies before I have even realized it. He only stops when we reach the bed, leaning against one of the bedposts and glares at me.
"Anastasia, I have too much clothing on. Remove them, on your knees." I immediately obey and once in position I undo the buttons on his jeans. I pull them down and he springs free. I don't even have a second to look at him when he continues to dish out orders.
"Take me in your mouth and look up at me. Do not look away!" I open my mouth, and swallow Christian whole. I do know if it the scene or the intensity of being in this room but I don't hold back. I take him in deeply, moving back and forth over him. Unlike the other times I have taken him, he doesn't call out my name.
Christian tilts his head back briefly and then roughly runs his fingers through my hair as he takes control. He pushes himself inside and out of my mouth quickly, not ceasing his rhythm until I feel him climax inside me. It is only after I have swallowed that he pulls out and helps me to my feet.
"Now that you have shown you can listen and do as you are told, I think it is time to move to the next level. Lay on the bed on your back," Silently and swiftly I do as he asks and watch him as he moves over to the large chest of drawers. I can't breathe as he closes the drawer and I wait to see what he has for me. Once Christian is only a few feet away from me, he stops momentarily and then pulls out a blind fold. Oh fuck, he isn't going to let me see what he is doing.
"You are to feel instead of see" Christian utters blinding me. All my senses become heightened as I desperately try to anticipate what will happen next. I hear footsteps, two maybe three drawers opening and closing and a change to the music. It's darker now. I don't know how long I am waiting on the bed alone until I feel Christians take hold of my hands and restrain them. It feels like leather cuffs, and just like that I can't move my arms, then my legs. It's made out of a light metal, but I can't move my legs. The gravity of my situation hits me. I can't see or move. I arch my body when I feel Christian's fingers push my white panties to the side and insert two of them inside of me, giving away my wet secret.
"So beautiful and so ready!" Christian mutters. I jolt up slightly shocked when I hear a rip. Fuck! Christian Grey, one of the youngest billionaire entrepreneurs in America, just ripped my underwear. I start to prepare myself to be taken, hard with all sorts of toys and add on's, but the opposite happens. I feel Christian touching me, tracing patterns around my body, around my nipples, breasts, stomach, pelvic bone and then the apex of my thighs.
"Christian please" I desperately need him to relieve this pressure I am feeling.
"You want me to move?"
"Yes!" I practically yell at him, telling him off like a naughty school child.
"I thought I made it perfectly clear that in this room, I am absolute." There is something cold but strangely reserved about his voice. I can't seem to put my finger on it though. Embarrassingly Christian places his hand over my pelvis, playing with the area I wish I had now waxed; teasingly he would reach down and rub me, causing me to spark. I whimper and even try to push myself into his hand, but I am so tied down that I fail. Christian started to play again with my breasts though this time it is his tongue that does all the exploring and I am so wired up that it alone causes my muscles to move. Finally, I feel Christian move and just when I believe he is finally about to have me, he continues his playful motions. What is he waiting for?
"Christian, please I need you" I whimper. He slides up my body and then kisses me hard. His whole mouth takes over mine. I faintly hear a crunch like sound which I assume and pray is a condom wrapper and then finally feel Christian fill me, thrusting inside me quickly and harshly. He is relentless in his movements, bringing me to climax quickly and then himself.
"Feel better Anastasia?" Is he really asking me that? Surely the answer would be obvious!
Christians POV:
"What time will you finish work today?" I ask as I remove the towel from Ana's body and use it to dry her hair. We just finished having a shower, where I gloriously took her again. I have always had an active sexual appetite but with Ana, it's like I am out of control. I want her more than I could ever express.
"Christian, that towel was covering me!" Ana squeals. Embarrassed, she tries to cover herself with her hands, but I place mine on hers and lower them.
"Don't cover yourself. You are perfect." Ana slowly looks up and our eyes interlock "So beautiful" I whisper into her ear and start to kiss her from her ear to her shoulder. Fuck she is so tantalizing.
"Christian I need to get ready for work. I didn't go in yesterday and I don't want to be late. My boss, Linda, won't be too happy."
"Leave your job. Come and work for me."
"I want to work in publishing not acquisitions and mergers!"
"Then tell me what time are you finishing work today?"
"I don't know. I wasn't in yesterday so work would have built up. I guess half past five, maybe six." Ana shrugs.
"I can pick up you up with Taylor and then take you to dinner, or we can come back here."
"If we come back here, I probably won't end up going home."
"Sounds good to me." I grin.
"Let me get back to you. Kate is going to be home tonight as Ethan is supposed to be coming back tonight." Damn it. I should have given the university another $200,000 to keep the study going for another week.
"It feels like I have been away from work more than one day," Ana states contemplatively. "Yesterday was very monumental. There was your disclosure to your family and Elena; then going to help Elliot; then to you taking me to Bellevue and the space needle; then to all our activity here in your room and the red room." I grin when Ana starts to blush a little.
"Come back and we can try out the room again."
"As I said let me get back to you, if I can't tonight, then you can have me this weekend" Weekend? That is three days away and I don't want to wait that long to see Ana again.
After breakfast, and waiting for Ana to get ready, we start to travel down his elevator. Taylor and I are going to drop her off and then head off to Grey house. Sawyer can drive her if she does end up going home. I look to my side and notice Ana is looking at me; I respond by smiling, but then drop my briefcase and push her towards the elevator door.
"I can't seem to get enough of you" I speak softly and commence to possess her by kissing her once more. I will take her any way I can, when I can.
What the fuck? I start to feel the elevator start to slow and we are only half way down. I pull away slightly from Ana, still holding her hand but grab my suitcase. She doesn't move away from the wall and looks horrified when the elevator doors open to allow another one of the building occupants to enter the elevator. At the ground floor, I guide Ana outside and note that she has become completely silent. I raise her chin, to see her face and get some idea of what she is thinking, but she looks at me unreadable.
"Sawyer is waiting for you at SIP. He will be on hand if you need to go anywhere" I tell her once we are almost at the front Ana's workplace.
"Okay. I won't be going far today. I probably have a lot of work to catch up on" I cock my head to the side, perplexed at her expression and body language.
"A penny for your thoughts"
"Huh?"
"Anastasia, something is bothering you. Tell me"
"It nothing, I am just... worried about going into work. I took yesterday off and I haven't worked at SIP very long. I am worried about getting a bad name with management." I relax immediately at Ans's little confession.
"Don't worry about that. It's not going to happen."
"How do you know?"
"I just do" Gratefully we arrive at the front of SIP before Ana can ask me any further questions.
"I better go"
"Ring me and let me know what you are planning to do tonight. I really want to see you" I tell Ana before kissing her one more time.
"I will ring. Bye Christian" Ana starts to get out of the car; however, before she is able to move I take her hand and pull her towards me.
"I love you Anastasia."
"Love you too"
# # # #
At nine in the evening, I walk out of my study in Escalate after locking myself up working on a few projects trying to think about anything else except Ana back in her Pike Market apartment. Kate rang Ana during lunch and as results they are were having dinner with Ethan, who did indeed, returns home today. I have been brooding ever since. I walk into the kitchen and pour myself another glass of wine, when Taylor approaches me.
"Sir, Sawyer was just in contact. Miss Anastasia Steele is on her way up."
"Show her in" I start to perk up immediately. Maybe Ana came to her senses and realized that she belongs here with me and not at the pike market apartment with that fucker Ethan. I pour my wine down the sink; get out two champagne glasses and then a bottle of Bollinger. I had only just finished filling up the two glasses, when Ana bolts in. My pants become tight just thinking about how I am going to take 'feisty Ana' tonight.
"Anastasia, this is a pleasant surprise. Did you have something in mind tonight? We do cater for many tastes you know."
"Many tastes hey?" Ana's tone is a little off, but I don't give a fuck, I want her in my bed, playroom and shower and in every other way possible.
I pass her a glass of champagne, and we clink glasses. I look into Ana's eyes as we raise our glasses to our lips. I take a quick drink but before I can stop her, Ana throws the contents of her glass over me.
"Anastasia, what the hell are you doing?"
"I could ask you the same thing!"
"Excuse me?"
"You lied to me. Why?" Ana is pacing now and screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Explain yourself right now!"
"Oh no, Christian Grey you are the one who needs to explain!"
"Anastasia start making sense now!"
"You want the list?"
Authors Note: I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I have a juicy chapter planned for the next chapter. Poor Christian has a lot of explaining to do, more than you would realize! I hope you enjoyed and review if you wish.