I cannot apologise enough, my dear readers for the stupid length of time it has taken for me to update as of late. I do have a lot of free time over the next month so I will catch up on those well-deserved chapters. I once again can only apologise Sorry guys xx

On another note, I do hope you 're ready for some kinky fluff, because its coming, more like she's coming xD Enjoy!

Chapter Seven

My knuckles barely scrape Christian's office door before it is pulled open and I am locked inside, with him. I hear the key click the lock into place, and I am thankful for the knowledge that nobody will walk in on us. I hope.

"Miss. Steele, a pleasure as always. Please take a seat." There is a wave of patronisation in his voice as he wanders over to his own seat. I don't for the life of me know why but I stayed stood.

"I'm good standing, thanks. I haven't signed anything yet and feel the need to run circles around you for a little longer." I speak with a smirk and fold my arms. Way to go, Ana!

"If you wish, Anastasia, but I feel you may want to sit down, I want to talk about work. We'll get onto the interesting stuff later on. Sit." He motions to the chair, with a more stern tone in his last word. Don't be a fool, Ana. Sit down.

"Okay then, if it is about the meeting later with the new author, I can reassure you I will be prepared." I sit in the seat opposite him, meeting his gaze with my strictly-business face.

"Oh I have no doubt about that, Miss. Steele. I wanted to join you in the meeting. You see, the author you plan to see is an old friend of mine and I would much prefer it if I was there with you." He leans back in his own seat, running his index finger across his lip.

"Well what would you contribute to the meeting, anything of relevance?"

"No. I just want to watch." I raise an eyebrow up at him in confusion. Who is coming that is so special that he has to be there? I sigh at him, followed by a nod.

"Fine, you can be there but don't fuck it up with the Christian Grey complex."

"The Christian Grey complex? Enlighten me, Miss. Steele." He's smirking at me, little bastard.

"You know, where you walk into a room and women get all stuttery and swoony, and you pretend it goes over your head, and you manipulate and patronise everyone and it is really getting old, Christian." He raises a questioning eyebrow and leans forward.

"Are we suffering from the Christian Grey complex now, Miss. Steele?"

"No."

"Liar."

"How do yo—"

"Thighs, pressed together, you're twiddling your thumbs, a tick I have noticed when you are nervous, and you haven't bit your lip. Another thing I have noticed. When you are "all stutter and swoony" as you like to put it, you try ever so hard not to bite your lip in order to portray that on the outside you are strong. But I know you, Miss. Steele. Better than I care to admit." Fuck. I look over to him, and then down to my thumbs, which sure enough are linked together.

"Someone's been busy, haven't they?" I only just manage to stutter the words out. Oh the effect he has. I pull my hands apart and place them on either side of the chair. He has a grin implanted across his cheeks which I roll my eyes at.

"Anastasia."

"What?"

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"Yes."

"Did you not read the contract?"

"Yes, but it didn't say anything about me not rolling my eyes. It seems to be a natural habit of mine in your presence." From a drawer in his desk, Christian pulled out another copy of the contract and gently licked his finger to sweep through the pages. Oh what I'd give to be that finger. He folds over the page and lays it down in front of me, using his pen to point out one of the many clauses.

The submissive must address the dominant with well behaved, established manners at all time.

"Do I need to read it to you, Anastasia?" He leans back in his black leather throne and watches me.

"No." I feel like a child.

"Then tell me, is eye rolling, good manners?"

"Not really, I guess." I stop myself from shrugging my shoulders. I don't want a lecture on that either.

"Well the rest is self-explanatory." He stands an ensures the button on his blazer is fastened before walking behind my chair, I not dare look behind at him.

"Do not roll your eyes at me, Anastasia. Do you understand?" He whispers in my ear and the vibrations fling themselves across my body.

"Yes. I understand." He spins the chair I sit in to face him.

"Yes?..."

"Yes, sir." I say it with a smirk. Which is a mistake.

"Anastasia, stand up. We're going to have a quick training session." I am soon on my feet. "I know you haven't signed, but fuck me, you are frustrating." He sits himself down back in his chair and motions for me to join him. "You read the contract, right, Anastasia? What are your safewords please?" Oh shit, it is actually happening. Now? In his office? He's mad. "Anastasia?"

"Red and yellow…sir." I quickly add onto the end.

"Good." Before I know it, a rush goes through me as I am turned and on the floor, over his knee. The anticipation itself is sending signals in-between my legs. "Anastasia, I am going to punish you. Do you know what I am punishing you for?"

"Erm… for rolling my eyes." A sharp pain hits me, and it didn't hurt. I winced much more than I should have, but I know what it was for.

"For rolling my eyes, sir." I can feel his grin.

"And what else?"

I rack my brains for something, his strong hands holding me down, his piercing gaze, my thighs clenching together to help myself. I just can't think. Oh yes, why are you here in the first place Steele? Because you bloody lied to him. "For lying to you about work, sir." I manage to stutter out.

"Good, now I am going to spank you ten times, with my hand. Safewords?" Does he really ask about them that much? I just told him.

"Red and yellow, sir." I close my eyes, expected the worse. I can't even remember what I thought I was expecting. His hands were full of power and he pulled up my skirt, his fingers teased and drifting. He slowly exposed my bare ass by sliding my tights and panties down my thighs. I silently congratulate myself for the choice of lacy, sexy panties this morning. But my celebration was soon knocked out of me by his hand connecting with my skin. The feeling spreads across me like wildfire. I bite my lip and choose to hold back my trapped moan.

"One." He breathed, his voice sounded tense. I could hear the air escaping his lips, what was he worked up about? "Usually, you will count, but as it is your first time, I will." He hands slams down again, and again. I marvelled at his hands working skilfully with massaging me, his spank always hitting a new place.

"Seven." He voice cracked as I let out a moan. I tried to hold it back, I really did. My insides whirred, I feared dripping on his office floor, but I was far too deep into what was happening. Was it always this good?

"Eight." I moan louder, that one hurt a lot more. The feeling zapped straight to my sex, how could we keep working after this?

"Nine." I am suddenly glad he is holding me down. I flinched with that blow, until I realise there is only one left. I groan with the last blow, I know I am ever so close to the edge. How can this be so arousing? Maybe it is just him.

"Ten." He breathes what sounds like relief. His hands make the most of their freedom and roam my downstairs. His fingers slip between my folds and I moan, loudly. "Oh Anastasia, you're so wet." He sits me upright and looks into my eyes, something is worrying him, but then a smile grows on his cheeks.

"What are you so happy about?" I manage to stutter out, it is then that I realise that I was out of breath. He really got me there.

"You didn't cry. You enjoyed that, didn't you?" His smile morphs to a smirk and a blush plagues my face.

"I… I guess. Do people usually cry?" This worried me. Am I some freak woman who enjoyed getting spanked and didn't cry about it.

"No, not really. But it was your first time. I'm impressed." He grinned and made me instantly relax.

"We aim to please, Mr. Grey. Speaking of which, you have left me in a rather unlady-like situation." I refer to the pool between my legs. Apparently, this is hilarious as Christian bursts out laughing.

"Oh I know. Part of my punishment will be to deny you any release." He pulls my panties and tights back up and snaps them down on my ass. I pout and stare at him

"So I just go back to work like nothing happened?" I ask, obviously shocked. He stands, and lifts me up as well. His hands that were just smacking me are now straightening my skirt and leading me to the door. "I will see you at the meeting this afternoon, Miss. Steele, and please, do some bloody work." He winks and opens the door. "Laters baby." I wander out of his office with a grin across my face, thankfully Andrea isn't at her post as I scoot back down to my office. This had to be a dream. I sit myself down on my chair and am hit with the reality of a sore bottom. "Fuck." I rub it gently and check my emails. I have several boring work related ones, but then one from Mr. One and Only.

To: Anastasia Steele
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Sat down yet?
Sent: 16:09

I hope you have sat down and it has reminded you of me, and our office antics.

Do not reply to this email and work.

Laters baby

Pleased with himself, Christian Grey, CEO, Seattle Independent Publishing.

And so it begins.