A/N: Warning. This chapter is a little more graphic in nature. As always- reviews and comments are greatly appreciated!

Christian waited for Anastasia to react to what he'd just said, but she continued to gape at him like a deer in headlights. After several tense, anxiety-filled moments, she finally spoke.

"You want to be…my…dom? What does that mean?" Her voice was small, unsure. She was even greener than he suspected. Well…in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.

"It's short for Dominant. I want you to submit yourself fully to me. As your Dom, I would teach you more about your body than any past lover could have begun to. I will pleasure you, and punish you when you disobey me, though punishment can be pleasurable too. This contract relates the details of what would be expected, we would discuss your limits, your likes and dislikes sexually and otherwise..." He trailed off. She was still staring at him, wide-eyed, and…was that fear? No, no, no, no….fear was definitely not what he was going for. She began shaking her head back and forth and Christian felt a flicker of panic at the thought that she would refuse him.

"I…" She began, and Christian cut her off, afraid of her refusing him before he had a chance to make her his best offer.

"Don't say no yet, Anastasia. " He stood again and move around back behind her, moving his hands to her shoulders again, massaging her lightly. He was good at massages, he'd learned the best techniques from a young age. He wanted her to relax, to be open to the idea of being his. He continued "I…don't usually approach things like this, but I had to invite you here tonight Anastasia. You beguile me. Please…just hear me out. I want to show you something else. And I am happy to answer any questions you have about what I want or about BDSM… just please, don't say no. Not yet."

Anastasia allowed him to massage her shoulders a bit more. She felt rigid beneath his finger tips. This was not going well at all. He moved around in front of her, and offered her his hand.

"Come. Let me show you something." He used his best seductive tone, trying not to let his nerves show. She did not take his hand right away.

"B…D…S…M?" She echoed starting to reach for his hand and then stopping herself.. Christian cursed himself. He was used to being around people in the scene, but Anastasia had no idea what he was talking about.

"It stands for Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism." He advised. "It is what I enjoy. And while I admit it is not for everybody…I have a gut feeling you would love it, if you gave it a try." He murmured calmly, his hand still extended to her, waiting for her to take it.

Anastasia stood then, warily taking his hand, she looked like she was about to bolt for the front door at any minute. He held her hand gently. And led her towards the stairs.. She followed mutely and Christian could hear his own heart thumping wildly within his chest. Not for the first time, his brain rallied against what he was doing, warned him off, but he ignored his more rational mind. He had to show her.

He led her to the door of his playroom and she followed meekly. He hesitated after pulling the key from his pocket. She was already nervous, showing her what was beyond the door might push her over the edge and send her running. But the visuals also might turn her on, and they would help him to explain what he meant when he said pleasure could include a bit of pain.

"I want you to know, you can leave at any time." Christian looked into Anastasia's eyes and waited for her to nod before he continued. "What's in this room is, maybe intense, but it is safe, and controlled, and I would never do anything to hurt you or damage you in any real way..okay..."

Taking a deep breath, Christian slipped the key into the lock ton the door to his playroom, and clicked. He pushed the door open and he stepped aside, allowing Anastasia to enter the room before him. He stepped inside behind her and his hand moved to the dimmer switch on the wall, slowly turning on the light. He watched Anastasia carefully .He body was rigid, her arms crossed over her chest protectively. Christian desperately wished he could read her mind in that moment He heard her soft gasp and it did little to dissuade his nerves. He wished she would say something.

She took in the room, looking first to the belts, then the crops and the floggers. Her hands reached out to touch one and she turned to look at him, a wary, somewhat hurt look in her large blue eyes.

"You're a sadist?" Her voice was soft, almost a mewl. She wasn't yelling at him. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

"No, Anastasia. I am not a sadist." He replied patiently, "I am a Dominant. I derive my pleasure through the act of control, not the act of giving pain."

"You want to….dominate me…." She said slowly, as if testing the sound of the words out with her mouth. "You would want me…to…what…do whatever you say? And if I don't you would punish me? In here? And you think I would enjoy that?" She sounded incredulous.

"Yes. But I would want you to trust that I only ever would have your best interests at heart." He tried to explain again. Anastasia shook her head. She was backing away from him, putting more distance between them and tearing her gaze away from his eyes.

"My best interests at heart….you would punish me, you said. How would that be in my best interest?" Her voice was growing stronger, a wary edge to it.

"I would punish you only if you did something to deserve it, like if you drank too much and put yourself at risk." He countered getting aggravated. She was not understanding. He was trying to explain. She wasn't listening. He needed to calm down. He took a deep breath.

"You are getting hung up on the punishment aspect of this, but I assure you there is far more pleasure in what I do than there is pain." He murmured, approaching her as one might approach a wounded animal. A sharp bark of laughter escaped her lips at that. She looked from him, to the paddles and floggers, to the whips and belts, and then back at him again. Christian could see unshed tears in her eyes. Fuck. He was losing her

"Anastasia, surely you have fantasies...things you've wanted to try..I can make those fantasies come true- anything you want, if you submit to me." He tried.

"I'm not a masochist!" She proclaimed, her voice sounding lost and broken. It tugged at his chest. She continued.

"I came here because I… I thought you…but this is all wrong." She was shaking her head again gesturing at the room around them and his many toys. Christian's heart was sinking.

"Why did you come here, Anastasia?" He asked gently. The girl in front of him looked like she was on the verge of tears. God, he was an idiot.

"I came here because I..." She wiped furiously at her eyes, rubbing her nose. "I wanted to give you my virginity." She whispered.

Christian felt like he'd just gotten the wind knocked out of him. Her...what? But...she was... what?!

"I have to go." Anastasia rushed passed him and out of the playroom.

"Anastasia, wait!" Christian called after her, hurrying out to the foyer where she stood, looking defeated. Christian felt his heart clenching in his chest, a bubble of panic threatenign to escape. This could not have gone worse. She was a virgin?why hadnt she told him?! He was so stupid. What he'd shown her...he'd been so far off about her. She stood in the foyer, looking at him warily.

"I...I should go." She murmured. Was she emabarassed?

"Please dont." Christian's words sounded foreign to his own ears. He was not one to beg.

"I...I dont think I can be what you want me to be." She was blushing. He felt like an ass. He was a stupid, stupid man. He should have waited; taken things slower.

"I dont want you to be anything you aren't, Anastasia. You are one of the most authentic women I have ever met..." He answered truthfully. He couldnt back off, or he'd lose her completely. He stepped forward, invading her personal space, staring at her intently, but not touching. We watched her blush and break eye contact. It was adorable.

"I...I just..." She began but Christian cut her off, cupping her chin and gently lifting her face up to look at him. She stared at him wide eyed. He leaned down.

He kissed her then,languidly. She was frozen. Come on...please. He thought internally. After several tense moments. She kissed him back, her lips parting. He did not waste the opportuinty, his tongue delving in to her mouth, deepening the kiss. She let out a soft mewl of pleasure, and he caressed her face. She melted against him and he relaxed.

When they broke apart, she was breathless, flushed. He could sense her desire. She wanted him. She still wanted him.

"I have to go." She whispered, her hand reaching up to touch her lips. Christian frowned.

"Let's start over..." He tried. She shook her head.

"Please, Christian..." She looked so fragile in that moment, and his heart clenched. This was so very far from how he'd hoped this night would go. But he could not press her any more.

"I'll have Taylor drive you."

She sniffled.

"Thank you."

Alice Porter unlocked the door to her downtown apartment, and sighed heavily, dropping her bags at the front door. Work had been draining and she wanted nothing more than for this week to be over. Tomorrow was Friday, and the day she'd been anticipating since the moment Christian Grey had agreed to her request. She was sad that the contract was ending this weekend; it had been glorious to be able to turn her mind off for a while, and to allow another to control her every move. It made things so much simpler. Christian Grey was better stress relief than that year of monthly massages she'd purchased for herself as a birthday present. She would miss him—Mr. Grey. She felt safe in his care, and cared for. And the things he did to her…. It made her wet just thinking about them. No one had ever made her feel the way he did. It was a shame it only lasted 3 months.

Alice made her way from the front foyer of her apartment down the hall and into her master bedroom – she needed to change, and she needed to use the bathroom. She kicked off her heels in her bedroom and noted that she left her underwear drawer open. That was odd, she was usually more OCD about things like that. She shut the drawer, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Suddenly, she felt like she was not alone.

Turning slowly toward the door to her bedroom she saw him. He wore all black, a black ski-mask obscuring his face. He was tall, and fit, about 6'2 or 6'3. And the coldest grey eyes she'd ever seen glared directly at her. They stood frozen, staring at each other and for a brief hysterical moment Alice thought that perhaps Mr. Grey had decided to surprise her. But then the man lunged gracelessly for her and her mind registered him for what he was- an intruder. She screamed, retreating toward her bathroom. She slammed the door on him, shaking hands managing to click the lock. The man lunged at the door repeatedly, and she could hear the wood splintering. She screamed again in a panic, searching around for a phone, cursing that she'd left her bag in her foyer, her bag which held her cell phone.

She looked for a weapon, something to defend herself. She grabbed a curling wand, but it had no weight and she knew it would be useless. Another body slam sent the door splintering from its hinges and Alice backed up against the far wall, trying to put distance between herself and her attacker. He lunged at her again and suddenly Alice found herself slammed into the wall she'd been pressing herself against. He flipped her around roughly and yanked her arms backwards. She howled and kicked at him, catching his shin. He wrapped thin paracord around her wrists several times, tightening it painfully and tying it off before maneuvering her to the floor. She struggled against him, panic making her kick wildly but he caught her ankles easily and bound them in the same manner before looping more cord from her wrists to ankles, effectively hogtying her on her bathroom floor. Before she had a chance to scream again a rag was shoved in her mouth. The man lifted her with ease then carrying her out of the bathroom.

Alice's heart was racing as the man deposited her on her bed. She pulled at the cords binding her wrists and ankles but it was no use. He backed away then and she could see him examining her. She shook her head desperately to remove the hair from her face and get a better look. He stared at her impassively, silently. She tried to plead through the gag but her words were muffled and unintelligible. Then, the man did something that made Alice's blood run cold. He removed his mask. And the face was one she recognized well. Grey eyes, strong jaw, sensual lips, even the beard currently covering much of that beautiful face didn't distract from the resemblance. She spit the gag out, using her tongue to get the rag past her teeth.

"Christian?!" She gasped. Then, without hesitating she practically screamed "Red! Red! Red, red!" If this was his idea of fulfilling her fantasy this was too much, way, way too much. This was not what she'd wanted. He smirked at her tsking his tongue and shaking his head. He removed his shirt and advanced. His movements seemed, off, different from the confident sexy Dom she knew. And his eyes were so much colder. Before she could react to his approach, he cupped his hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her airflow. Her eyes flew open and she struggled anew. He released her mouth and she sucked in a huge gulp of breath before the hand was placed back on her nose and mouth. He did this a few more times, toying with her, until she felt fuzzy and light-headed, like she was about to pass out.

Deftly, he undid the makeshift hog tie, but Alice was too exhausted to fight back. The adrenaline and terror that were coursing through her veins were subdued by her lack of oxygen. She felt him maneuver her toward her headboard and she groaned out a protest. Her fuzzy mind railing against what was happening. Her arms were pulled above her head and retied with the same paracord. He climbed on top of her then, and she tried in vain to buck him off. She turned her head to face him, and his eyes were almost black, pupils dilated, his face a mask of pure hatred. She could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks though she wasn't sure when she started crying. The man on top of her had the appearance of Mr. Grey…but he was a stranger. His movements and touch were so foreign, there was no way this could be the same man, could it?

"Please…" She begged, and she didn't know exactly what she was begging for. He ground against her roughly and she shuddered. He remained utterly silent, just staring at her as she writhed beneath him.

Then, again, without warning and with the same graceless movements he'd used to charge her, his hands wrapped around her neck, and he began to squeeze. She sputtered, bucking frantically, some part of her brain registering that this was it; that if she didn't manage to dislodge him he was not going to stop. He pressed down harder. He released. He squeezed harder again, toying with her, keeping her on the edge. Her vision was blurring and darkening, and she lacked the strength to fight. Her mind screamed at her to do something, anything, to kick, or buck, or twist. He released again a few seconds, and then tightened once more. She was so tired…. She felt like she was in a deep, terror-filled fog. She felt hopeless. Ice-cold, grey eyes bored into her and she felt one more surge of panic. Then, Alice Porter felt nothing at all.

A/N: As always, thank you for reading. I want to note that there was never a danger of Christian going through with the scene he had planned with Alice, because this was always where Alice's story was going to end. This story is more of a suspense/thriller drama (at least, that's what I'm going for) not a melodramatic tale of cheating, love triangles or the like. Thanks for sticking with me, this far :) Please please let me know what you think, or what you might like to see. More soon.