The following contract outlines the agreements arranged for the relationship of the Dominant and the Submissive.

"Christian? I have a question." I look up and meet eyes with him.

"I thought you might." He leaned back in his chair, resting on his elbows that sat on the chair handles.

"What is meant by a dominant and a submissive? And which one am I?" A grin formed across his face at my bemusement.

"You would be the submissive, and this is a BDSM contract. A dominant is a person whom the submissive consensually gives herself sexually to." I only notice that my mouth has dropped open slightly, when he reaches up and closes it. "Say something, Ana."

"Why for fuck sake, on this God forsaken world, would anybody, in their right mind, even ever think of doing that?" I can hear the exaggeration in my voice and immediately I regret it. I know I overreacted, but I can't back down now. Not after he shows me this. No, I will have my control, at least while I still have it. That's what he wants from you, isn't it Ana? Well make him work for it, as Kate would say. I glance back down at the contract, my eyes skimming over words that chill my bones. Whipping. Bondage. Suspension. Anal beads? Fuck that. "Answer the question, Grey."

"Pleasure." Oh my. The audacity of this man is never ending.

"Pleasure? You're kidding me, right? People let you do this because they enjoy it? Like it's a fucking hobby? No. Knitting is a hobby; not letting some gorgeous CEO beat me into next week just because I might get an orgasm out of it. Or that it sounds like a pleasant afternoon activity. Oh hi baby, how about some lunch and then I will shove a dildo in your ass and get my kicks out of it? No! It's fucked up, Christian! If you want a girl on their knees in front of you, then there I something called a blowjob that can help you with that. This. Is. Fucked. Up." I throw the contract down on the table and pant heavily, exhausted from my rage. I want to leave. I want to get as far away from this man as humanly possible. But I don't. My head says leave, my heart drags my body back down into the seat opposite him. He hasn't moved yet, just meeting my gaze with his incredibly and annoying attractive stare.

Stop it, Steele.

My lip slips between my teeth and look into his eyes. As I do so, his demeanour changes. He rises and with dark eyes takes the contract in his hands, and moves to sit on the edge of the desk next to me.

"Why else would people do it? For a smart woman, Anastasia, you aren't very observant… You can run away if you want. Go back to work, like nothing happened. It won't change anything. You just lose me. Which…" he lifts my chin up to look at him, "I don't think you want." Arrogant bastard. Who are you kidding, Steele. He knows you do, I know you do, get your head out your ass and say yes. I do hate to say he is right. I straighten myself up, clearing my throat before speaking.

"How do I know what I am getting myself into? What if I don't like this BGSN or whatever t is." A grin spreads across his face as I am corrected. "BDSM, Anastasia." He hands my back the contract. "Read some more and that might give you an idea." He stands again and wanders back to his seat, "and for the love of Christ, don't tell anyone Anastasia, I don't want to have to sue you for all you are worth." I roll my eyes and head towards the door, I turn to speak.

"Yeah yea—" I am interrupted with his lips on mine, pushing me against the door of his office. His tongue explodes in my mouth, devouring me and all my strength. I drop the contract and reach up to touch him, but my wrists are soon clasped between his strong hands and too soon his lips are away. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Anastasia. It will get you in a lot of trouble." Oh fuck, someone get me some new panties.

He reaches down and picks up the contract for me, placing it back between my shocked fingers. He gently neatens down my fringe and winks. "Have a good day, Miss. Steele." His words linger in the air as he departs back to his desk.

How am I supposed to be able to work after that? I'm sat at my desk, rummaging through this bloody contract, quickly hiding it as I see someone pass by my office, not that they can see what I am doing. I glance back down to the paper.

Appendix 5, cause 7:
The submissive will not drink to excess, smoke or take any recreational drugs.

Kate will be pissed when I don't do fifteen shots of tequila with her now.

Appendix 5, cause 11:
The submissive will eat frequently and healthily from a prescribed list of foods.

Oh fuck. Is he going to be strict on that? No. That's a stupid thing to get all fussed over. At least I hope so. I have never been able to eat very much, hence why I am annoyingly skinny. Kate keeps trying to get me to a doctor, but I am too stubborn for that. Oh shit, I am worried about it now. I chew on my lip, lost in thought as my computer blurts its usual ping. Shit, its Christian.

From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Steele
Sent: 15:34
Subject: Work quota

Miss. Steele,

I do hope you have completed the adequate amount of work for today, and haven't wasted precious minutes milling over my proposal. I may have to take you over my knee.

Christian Grey, CEO, Seattle Independent Publishing

Oh fuck. Lie. Lie. Lie.

From: Anastasia Steele
To: Christian Grey
Sent: 15:36
Subject: Work quota fulfilled

Mr. Grey,

I do feel hurt that you would assume that I would in fact waste my whole day over such a trivial matter.

You will do no such thing. Not today, anyway.

Anastasia Steele, Editor, Seattle Independent Publishing

I hit send and smile to myself as I lean back in my chair. I am once again met with the irritating ping.

From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Steele
Sent: 15:37
Subject: Is that so?

Miss. Steele,
May I direct you to Appendix 5, cause 13. I am sure you will find I am correct in this situation.

Christian Grey, CEO, Seattle Independent Publishing

I sigh and flick to the necessary cause. I groan aloud as I read the words:

The submissive must be completely honest with the dominant on every matter that he questions without hesitation or defiance.

Shit. I look up at the screen and see his last email was followed by his last words.

From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Steele
Sent: 15:38
Subject: Tut tut, Miss Steele.

Even over the computer you are an awful liar.

My office. Ten minutes. I will give you a taste of what it can be like, what I can be like. Don't you dare be late.

Christian Grey, CEO, Seattle Independent Publishing

I close down my laptop as I read it and run a nervous hand through my hair. Breathe, Steele. As I head towards his office, a million thoughts rush around my mind. But my only real concern was, why the fuck I was looking forward to this meeting.