*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.
*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26), is left without a partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.
LONG A/N: For starters, I want to apologize for the long wait. My aunt (that I had talked about before) had passed away and honestly, I didn't feel like writing, nor did I have time to. But I already mentioned that in my authors note I posted last night. Also, I planned on updating afte I dropped the kids off to school, but we seem to have a snake problem. Copperheads, in fact, and I had to help the husband deal with that. So, here we are lol.
You all continue to blow me away! Thank you all sooo much! The poll is closed for the song choice and I have made my pick since it was a tie. But don't worry, the other songs will be used eventually.
Before I continue, I want to clear some things up because I know a lot of you are confused. So I will give you all an insight as far as the relation thing goes as far as other issues lol.
-Ana's stepfather (Ray) which we all know is what she sees as her real father is Derek's biological father which explains the relation of stepbrother/stepsister between Ana and Derek. (Coughs!) Loser! Uhm... sorry. My bad, lol.
-Derek's mother, Maria Blackwell, is ONLY half relation to Elena and Jose's father, Jose Sr., which are full blooded siblings in my story. Let's just say, Elena is biologically a Rodriguez lol. She was married and divorced to (lets say) Mark Lincoln, which is why her last name is currently still Lincoln.
-Jose had no knowledge of Derek, Derek had no knowledge of Jose. Remember, Ray had no knowledge of Derek either until he announced himself to Ray (I mentioned something about it in chapter 10). I hope this helps you all out. I truly am sorry for the confusion lol. More of all of that will be explained as the story goes, so I hope that you stick with me to figure it all out.
-At this point, Ana has worked a total of 5 days at Floggers (Friday being her first night, Staurday, Wednesday, Friday, and again, Saturday.) She has known Kate, Elliot, Ethan, Christian, Elena, Rose, and Gwen for a whole week. Just to be sure of the time frame of where my story is at, I went back and reread it lol. Sorry to confuse you all. Also, I am aware of plenty of mistakes in all of my chapters, and I plan to fix them WHEN I CAN. I am a busy person, and I do not have time to go back and read my shit after writing it lol.
-As far as Mia goes, she is in Paris right now, but we will soon meet her. No, she DOES NOT work at Floggers. In fact, she doesn't like the club, nor the fact that her brothers work there. But being the sweet little sister that she is, she supports her brothers choice of jobs/lifestyles. Whoops, there's you all a spoiler... Yes, Elliot is into some BDSM, too.
-No! Ana and Jose are not step-cousins! They are not related in ANY way just because Derek and Jose are HALF cousins. That would be extremely weird considering the circumstances.
Crossing my fingers that all of that info helped in some way!
I decided against the dancing scene because i just couldn't get it out on my computer screen, so, i put something else in instead lol. (Hides under a rock) I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry ahead of time for any mistakes. Oh, and of course, the chapter is a tad bit longer, too. I also added a little BDSM into the story. Not as intense as in the books, at least, i didn't think so lol. And i know many of the readers are tired of reading about them being in BDSM relations, but i wanna say that it was kind of necessary for the plot i have planned for this story as far as emotions go. So i hope your not too mad at me? Lol. Second Authors note is at the bottom.
-Chapter 12—Seduction Has Consequences-
Christian POV
I can't believe that the whole time my men were out there searching for the prick, sole namely, Derek fucking Steele, he's managed to slip through the doors of Floggers. And to add more fuel to the fire, fucking Leila is right here with him. No, correction. She is the one who brought him here and I swear to God I plan on making her pay for that.
I know that she's doing this to get back at me. She knows that I have been trying to pursue Anastasia for a while now. But I honestly don't care. No feelings lost there. She's such a hypocrite. She can't stand the fact that I have eyes for another woman, yet she can fuck another woman, in my penthouse while we're together and thinks that it's all just a pocket full of sunshine. No fucking thank you!
The nerve of that woman. And to think that I actually loved her once upon a time makes me physically sick. Pfft! I laugh. Good riddance! Perhaps I should thank Prescott for saving me from standing at the alter with her. Ooh, I'm so furious right now. I'm seeing red!
Fuck!
And then after the fact that I nearly lost all control and beat Derek to a bloody pulp for even whispering Anastasia's name, Elena makes matters worse by turning this whole situation around by admitting that she is the one who invited Derek here. Count back from thirty this time instead of ten, Christian. Yeah, that will help! It will be okay...
Like fuck, it will!
Instead of making a scene in front of the patrons, I demanded for a damn meeting, and head towards my office. But along the way I grab Anastasia because she is the reason why I don't like Derek. She is the reason why I will kill that motherfucker if he gets too close to her. She's the reason... wait, what am I saying?
Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck... FUCK!
I'm losing control again. I'm more than certain that I'm beginning to develop feelings for Ana, and honestly, I don't like it. I don't like how it makes me feel so vulnerable. So weak minded. So... out of control. But at the same time, I love it. I would give anything to be the one who gives her what her little heart desires.
Fuck! I'm doing it again...
Then again, I could be completely wrong. Maybe my mind is, in some way, trying to convince me that I'm falling for her. Perhaps it's merely just the dominant side of me needing to be in control of all things. I sigh. Dammit! Anastasia Steele is the most frustrating woman known to man... She completely disarms me, and keeps my mind racing with nothing but thoughts of her.
But for now, I have to push those thoughts aside and deal with getting Derek the fuck out of Floggers and away from my Ana.
Shit! Do you see what I mean? My Ana?!
Again, I shake my mind of those thoughts and get back to the issue that brought us here.
Dominant mode on!
My conversation starts out roughly with Elena. Honestly, I don't give two pig fucks if she likes my tone or not. It's in my nature to just cut to the chase. I hate beating around the bush. Ana just stands there and listens, her expression shows that she's exasperated, but oddly, I don't care. I just want to prove to her that I can take care of her in any situation thrown at her.
Elena explains that she only invited the bastard here, pretty much so she could keep a close watch on him because she doesn't trust him alone in her home. Is she kidding me? That's her excuse? Is she that damn blind that she is oblivious to the real issues at hand?
I mean, of course, she knows why he was in prison, else she wouldn't have known he was in prison in the first place. And she's his aunt, too?!
What the fuck?!
My instant thought is does Jose know about Derek since, he too, is her nephew. This is all so damned confusing and literally fucked up. By now we've shared one big happy family reunion in the little short few minutes we've been in here. But time is of the essence here, and I don't have time for this bullshit. Note to self... call Welch once all of this is over to get a full family background on Elena. For now, I need to get rid of Derek Steele before I lose my self-control again and rip his fucking head off.
"Get. Him. The. Fuck. Out! You brought him here, and you will make him leave. Understand? He's not allowed on the property as of right now and from now on. I don't want him anywhere near Anastasia again." That last part came out before I could even stop myself. With my eyes widening, I look in her direction and see that she is getting upset. Shit!
"Anastasia?" Elena scoffs, crossing her arms. "What does she have to do with this?"
"Christian, just drop it. I'm fine." Anastasia chimes in, pinching the bridge of her nose. A part of me wants to, but it's not the way that I am. I know this to be true. I can't just let go of something by the drop of a hat. I have to get my way... every fucking time. Suddenly, anger washes over me by her words.
"Drop it?" I growl, "You want me to drop it? After everything he did to you?"
"Enough!" Ana shouts as she turns to face a shocked, yet confused Elena. "Listen, Mrs. Lincoln. What Christian is saying is..." Is she serious right now? Really, Miss Steele? Not only are you speaking for me, but you're correcting me, as well?! "...that Derek and I are unfortunately related by marriage. We hit it off on a rough start and honestly, I would rather see him rot in a hell cell for eternity." Shit, I would pay big money to get through the gates of hell to see that happen.
My eyes lock with Ana's as she continues speaking to Elena, although, I know deep down, she is directing this towards me. "Don't worry about kicking Derek out. I am a big girl and can take care of myself perfectly fine, if Derek so chooses to come within five feet of me." He does, and he's a dead man! "So let's just go back out there and pretend that this conversation never happened because I don't feel like getting into any details. Period!" and with that, she turns on her heels and barges out of the office.
"Ana." I try to stop her, but she doesn't hear me, or perhaps, she chose not to, as the door slams behind her. Damn she's pissed. I'll just have to deal with her later. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen her eyes aflame with so much anger in the short time I've known her. Not even when she came into my office at GEH over her school tuition.
Damn, my dick is getting hard thinking about the outcome of that argument.
That sure is a day I will never forget. The way she rasped my name whilst I buried myself deep inside of her. The feel of her nails raking down my back as the pleasure became so intense, that it took her breath away. No one ever made me feel as good as Anastasia.
It isn't until Elena clears her throat that I realize that my eyes are closed and my breath is becoming heavy. She raises a brow and smirks. "Christian?" she asks, nodding her head in the direction of my nearly tented trousers. Fuck!
I roll my eyes and plop down into my chair, bringing my computer to life. She sits down across from me and I can feel, rather than see, Elena's questioning gaze burning into me. "What?" I snap.
"What did you mean by what you said? About Derek. Does this have to do with why he was in prison?"
Silence... At least she didn't ask why I had a major boner a few minutes ago.
"Christian, what the hell is going on here?" Elena says, standing whilst leaning forward on my desk, palms flat on the surface. Her expression tells me she is confused, angry, and impatient. I sigh. Standing, I make my way towards the mini bar behind the desk and pour us a glass of scotch.
"Sit down." I murmur, and she scoffs.
"I think I will stand, thank you."
I hand her a glass before downing my own. "Are you really that oblivious to the situation sitting in front of you, or are you using it as way of protecting your precious nephew?" I say, calmly, yet firm; getting straight to the point. But I get my answer before I hear the words by how her body is reacting to my words. She's staring at me, her drink held near her lips in the air and anger burns her eyes, more than likely by my tone.
"What the hell are you talking about?! I demand to know what this is all about, right this instant, Christian, because obviously, I have no knowledge of what it is you are talking about." she throws her drink back, then slams the glass down before continuing. "If I were to be frank, I despise the little shit that I agreed to babysit. But I only agreed because my sister has her own issues to sort out herself. She can't be bothered by the likes of him."
"Since we are being frank here, then, Elena, I think it's best that you know the full reason why your nephew was in prison, and, why I want him out of my club." I say, turning towards a filing cabinet and pulling out Anastasia's background information. I toss the folder down onto the desk, opening it and spreading sheets out for Elena to see.
"What is this?" she whispers as she sinks down into a chair in front of my desk, realization hitting her at full force.
I sigh, making my way towards the door, but I stop when I reach Elena, placing my hand onto her right shoulder. "Evidence that your precious nephew is one sick son of a bitch." and with that, I walk out of the office and go in search of Anastasia.
Ana POV
I am so glad that Elena finally got rid of Derek. Leila? I could probably handle better than him, but good riddance to her, too. I can't stand her. And to think that Christian put up with the bitch. I need to ask him about that later, but for now, I need to get prepared to go on stage.
The closer I get to the back of the club, the harder my heart beats in my chest. My breath is frantic to match my erratic heartbeat and my hands are becoming clammy and shaky. I'm nervous. I don't know if I can do this.
On a brighter note, I don't have to dance with Christian. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't mind dancing with him. But since things changed between us, I highly doubt that we could remain calm if we were grinding against each other. So, it's just us girls tonight.
Perhaps Elena is doing this to make it easier for me to do? Maybe she is taking it easy on me since it's my first time? But I still can't seem to get myself under control. Maybe I should run while I still have the chance...
I turn to head towards the back exit when I run into Kate.
"Ana?"
"Sorry, Kate. I didn't see you there." I sigh.
She raises a brow and crosses her arms. "What are you doing back here?"
"Uhm... well, Elena told me that I would be joining you all tonight on stage and obviously I need to learn the routine. So here I am." Shit, I should have ran!
"Awesome!" she claps her hands together and bounces on her heels before grabbing my upper arm and pulling me the rest of the way to the back room. She opens the door to a bright, white room with mirrors covering nearly every single wall. The floors are tan stained wood. It's like stepping into a ballet practice room, without the wooden bars, but there are stripper poles in various areas of the room along with metal chairs.
And that's what scares me.
I highly doubt I'll be able to work with one of those. I can barely climb one to slide down it; much less spin and twirl around one. Knowing my luck, I'll fall right onto my face trying. Maybe I should save the embarrassment now and quit. What am I saying? Am I seriously considering this? What have I got myself into?
I look to my right and see a simple black metal desk with a Ipod dock sitting on top of it. Cases of water bottles sit snugly to the left of the desk. And then behind the desk is a walk-in closet with what looks like a series of different costumes.
On my left there are four black wooden vanity chests sitting side by side along the mirrored wall with big bulbed lights framing the smaller mirror that sits on the desk portion of the chests. Leather armchairs sit in front of each chest and there is several cosmetics sitting on each chest, along with hair straighteners, curling irons, and hair dryers.
Hair dryers? Why would we need hair dryers if our hair isn't wet?
Then my mind plays back to the first conversation I had with the bitch. Leila mentioned to me on my first night that she takes a shower here after she performed. I honestly didn't think she was serious about it, but obviously they do.
"This place used to be an old gym." Kate says, suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts.
Oh... so that explains the showers here then. "Kate?" I murmur as she leads me to a vanity and disappears into what looks like a dressing room behind the metal desk.
"Yeah, babe!" she shouts back.
What am I doing? I take a deep breath and stare at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to the left, then right. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't know anything about pole dancing. And it doesn't sound too appeasing to me, either."
It wasn't but a week ago that Jose had convinced me to work here at Floggers and I totally was against being a dancer from the beginning, yet, here I am, the main show girl. I never wanted this. Hell, I didn't even want to work here as the bartender, but as per usual, I caved and ended up here anyway, all because I needed the money.
Am I that low of a person? That desperate?
Obviously, else, I wouldn't be here right this minute, debating whether or not to run out of the back exit. But if I were to be honest, I have become comfortable with working here and with the wonderful people around me. More so with Christian than anyone, but maybe that's just it. Maybe I have allowed myself to be so consumed with him that I can't seem to think rationally about this.
Whose to say that if I decided to walk out that I would ever see Christian Grey again?
I know that I shouldn't even be bothered with it, but thinking of what it would be like to never see him again, pains me. I've said it countless times over the years that I wasn't going to date or do the whole boyfriend thing. But I can't resist the man, and that's sad, because I know that I'm better than that. I've lived my whole life without the ties of a relationship and have done a pretty good job at it, at that.
So, why do I feel like I need a man like him in my life, now?
"Honey, you will do just fine. Like I said, it's all in here." Kate says, tapping her index onto the side of her head. "It's all an act, Ana. Plus, we have at least an hour and a half before showtime. That should be plenty enough time to show you basics on the pole and help you to memorize the routine."
My stomach literally drops onto the floor. So I am going on the pole? "Kate." I choke.
"Okay, Ladies!" Elena enters the room with Gwen and Rose, clapping her hands together. "We haven't much time, so lets get into costumes and practice, practice, practice! You've all got five minutes to return out here onto the dance floor. Let's hustle!"
I take a deep breath, releasing a hard sigh and make my way into the dressing room.
I can do this...
I mean, how hard can this all really be?
Christian POV
I'm glad to say that Elena finally realized what ties bind Ana and Derek together. Okay, that was truly the worst way to say it. What I meant was, Elena finally saw Derek for the sadistic monster he really is. But isn't that what I am, too? A sadist? A monster?
Maybe to a certain degree, I am, but never on such a deep level as him. I make it all about pleasuring my submissive, whereas, he makes it all about him. It's obvious. But, whatever. I'm just glad that Elena got rid of him and, of course, his little pooch, Leila.
I still have no idea what role she plays in all of this. How does she know him, anyways? Either they met sometime after his release, or she knew him all along. Ha! They were made for each other, I suppose.
But even though I am glad that they were removed from the club, I'm aggravated because Elena placed me on bartender duty in way of covering for Anastasia because she will be performing tonight.
And I'm just hearing about this news.
I don't like it one bit. Not even a little, although I am anxious to see how well her body wraps around one of those poles... climbing it... rolling her hips against it...
Jesus!
My dick is getting hard just thinking about it. But I would prefer her to be grinding a pole in front of only me. Or grinding those hips against my pole.
Anastasia is a goddess, and I know that all of the Doms—men and women—in the room will be hitting the books for their private sessions with their Subs the minute she walks out on the stage with her beautiful mile long legs.
Okay, maybe it would be best if I not think of Anastasia at the moment. My pants are becoming uncomfortable.
I look up at the clock and sigh. I've already been behind the bar for an hour and I already hate it. I wipe down the bar, debating whether or not to head backstage to check on the girls, well, Anastasia—What? Am I not allowed a sneak peek?—when I see Elliot standing in front me. He snorts and I know it's from trying to keep from laughing. I roll my eyes and continue wiping down the bar. "What do you want, Elliot? Come to receive pointers on how to woo your woman back into bed again?"
"Dude, fuck you!" he hisses.
I laugh. "I always knew you were a little funny. But thanks, I'll pass to your offer."
He narrows his eyes at me, and I laugh again. "Actually, I came over here to see what your thoughts were about the mysterious Anastasia becoming part of the entertainment tonight."
"Why would I give a fuck if she's going up there or not? She's just like the rest of the girls that perform here."
Elliot sighs with a smile. "See, that's where you're wrong, baby brother. Anastasia is nothing like the rest of them."
What the fuck is he getting at?!
"What the hell are you talking about? Of course she is. She's going on stage just like the rest of them to do a performance... just like the rest of them."
He laughs, shaking his head as I pull out two bottles of beer, handing him one of them. "You've got it bad, bro."
"Like fuck, I do!" I hiss, angrily popping the tab of the beer bottle off using the side of the bar before taking a rather large swig of it. "I'm not interested in any relationships, and, I don't want one, neither."
"If that was the case you would have answered my question."
"I did. I told you that I don't care if she goes on stage or not. It doesn't bother me in the slightest." I lie.
He shrugs before placing the bottle up to his lips, stopping it mere centimeters away from them. I glare at him, tilting my head back as I take another drink of my beer. "I asked you what your thoughts were. Not whether or not you cared if she was performing or not, so that alone tells me you've got the hots for one Anastasia Steele."
I choke on my beer, sitting the bottle down as I try to ease my lungs from the sudden coughing fit. I honestly don't know what to say to that. Thinking back, he did, in fact, ask me what my thoughts were about it. Now I feel slightly embarrassed to be caught into a situation like this by my own brother. Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?
After a few moments of silence between Elliot and I, the lights begin to dim, so I know that the show is about to start. My eyes immediately dart for the stage. My heart is pounding viciously and I can't help but feel a slough of emotions right now. In a way, I'm anxious to see all of the different delicious ways Anastasia can move her body. But at the same time, I feel completely pissed that she even agreed to do this because, without a doubt, I know how easily she makes my dick hard with one simple bite of her lip; much less wrapping those mile long beautiful legs around a stripper pole while she sashays her delectable ass in the faces of these people.
And now I want nothing more than to make it known to our horny guests that Anastasia Steele belongs to me. My palm twitches. She is mine! And I'll be damned if I allow one man to leave this place tonight, only to return home to beat their meat to thoughts of what I know her body is capable of.
Allow, Grey? You're not her father!
No, I sure as hell am not. But I smile knowing that there are many ways I could coax her into calling me daddy by sunrise.
I make my way around the bar to where Elliot has made himself comfortable on one of the many bar stools sitting in front of the bar, prepared to march my happy ass backstage, and my palm is itching to drag Ana back to my office to teach her a lesson whilst enlightening her of all of her misdemeanors that date all the way back to the moment I met her.
A low melody of intro to a Meg Myers song floats off the speakers; becoming louder and louder, then suddenly the song booms into a sensual beat; the stage lights up revealing the girls, all sashaying, one-by-one towards their designated poles. Kate's in an unusual black one-piece corset ballerina tu-tu outfit. Rose in what looks like a black leather skin tight jumpsuit with black floral lace down each side of her body. And Gwen is in a simple short, skin tight black leather sleeveless dress. But wait... where's Anastasia?
When I look over towards Elena, who has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, she sighs heavily whilst shaking her head, then turns her attention back to the stage to—what I assume—observe her work, as per usual.
In a way, I'm relieved that Ana isn't up there. But at the same time, I feel a pang of disappointment that I was stripped of the opportunity to crash the party by showing all of these people that she belongs to me.
Looking around the room, I realize that Anastasia is nowhere to be seen. My body jerks with panic as thoughts of her possibly quitting come to mind. Did she feel overly pressured into dancing? Somebody laugh at her while practicing and she left out of embarrassment? Is she sick? Or worse... did she get hurt trying to learn the intimacy of a pole?
My legs move before I can think another thought, heading in the direction of Elena on the opposite end of the bar. "Where's Anastasia?" I yell over the pulsing beat of the music.
She sighs. "I told her that she wasn't going on stage tonight, after all. I decided against it when clearly she needs more work on the pole. She's okay when it comes to some of the basics, but I need her body moving around it a certain way or it just won't work out. She understands and decided to practice the remainder of the night."
"Why did you ask her to dance in the first place? And behind my back after I specifically told you I did not wish for her to be anything more than a bartender." I hiss.
"Watch your tone with me, Christian. I'm not in the mood tonight for your shit. You may be a silent partner in ownership, and one of the manager's, but the deal did not include you telling me how to run it. I believe I call the shots in the end, with or without your permission." she pauses, turning her body facing me. "We needed a dancer, and she was a willing participant. She's gorgeous, Christian. And she sure as hell can dance. You and I both know that. People would pay high amounts just to see her up on that stage."
Now I'm getting pissed. "You're making it sound like she's a fucking prostitute and you're the more than willing pimp. She's not for sale, Elena. She may have the potential we seek in an exotic dancer, but what makes you think she wants this?" and with that, I decide to allow Elena to simmer with those words. I don't even know why she is even upset right now, but she had better cool her jets.
I take off in the direction of the rehearsal room. The music of the stage becomes quieter, and the music coming from the area of my destination becomes louder. I peek through the window of the door and my dick begins to stir.
Fuck!
She's dancing around the pole in a black leather studded bra that has leather extended upwards to wrap around her creamy delicious neck. A pair of matching leather bikini bottoms are outlined with silver studs as well and her long beautiful legs are contained in a pair of black leather chaps which lead to the sexiest pair of fuck-me heels. Her hair is straighter, long, and a little wild, framing her beautiful face which has been lightly kissed with make-up. Her deep ocean blue eyes are enhanced with thin lines of kol, and her body is glistening with the sweat from dancing.
The moment she hops up onto the pole, spinning around it hesitantly, I decide to make my move. I haven't really thought of what exactly to say to her, but I'm sure it will come to me once she notices I'm here.
"Ana?"
Oomf!
She falls to the floor the moment her head darts into my direction, falling off the pole and landing onto her back. My eyes grow wide and I stride towards her and help her up, concern written all over my face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." she murmurs, shaking her head at my extended hand and she manages to get up off the floor on her own. "What are you doing here?" she adds, questioningly.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Elena and I decided it was too early for me to perform. So I stayed back here and started practicing on the pole." she says. I bite my lip to stifle a laugh that I have no idea why is wanting to escape me. She raises a brow. "Find something funny, Mr. Grey?"
And there it goes. I chuckle. "That was quite the performance, Miss Steele. Perhaps you could do all of that again for me."
Her jaw drops and I smirk. "You can't possibly be serious?"
"As a heart attack." I grin, grasping her wrist, pulling her arm up into view to examine for injuries. There are none. "Seriously, are you okay?" I ask, rubbing her reddened elbow from the fall. More than likely she'll have a bruise there by morning.
"I'm fine." she whispers. I lift the other arm, doing the same movements to it as I had done to her other one. "I won't be if you continue doing that, though."
"Doing what?" I feign innocence, raising a brow.
"Touching me. There is something about it that drives me mad, and it prevents me from thinking clearly." she admits with a blush. That only makes it even more uncomfortable in my pants. I release her arm and she returns over to the Ipod dock, turning it off before grabbing a bottle of water. "So, is there a specific reason you are in here? I kind of had a better chance getting the hang of the pole when I was alone, you know."
I smile, hopping up onto the desk next to her and tilt my head forward, staring at my clasped hands in my lap. "Why are you doing this, Anastasia?"
"What are you talking about? Dancing?"
I nod.
"Because I love the way I feel when I'm dancing. I used to take classes when I was younger and once I was older I signed up for a few classes every now and then. It just... it makes me feel alive. As if I am free from all the burdens of my life and I'm able to just hand over every bit of stress over the music. Not that I'm proud of this particular type of dancing, but hey, it's still dancing, right? What's adding a pole into the equation?" she giggles nervously.
I keep quiet, unable to believe that we are actually having a real conversation right now. But oddly, I love it.
Love...
There's that word again. I shake my mind of it and look up at Anastasia. "Perhaps if you show me what you've got so far, I can tell you what you're doing wrong. Would that help?"
She presses her lips together. "Hmm, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Why not?" I breathe, merely inches away from her face. I trade glances between her eyes and her lips and I hear the audible gasp coming off her lips.
She thinks about it for a moment. Her lips part and her breathing increases. She finally gets up off the desk from beside me and walks over to one of the vanity's, removing her make-up. "Because I don't feel like dancing anymore tonight. The damn routine has stressed me to my limit. I think I'll just pick up where I left off another time." she sighs, pulling her hair up to the top of her head, tying it into a messy bun.
My mouth goes dry, and I lick my lips at the sight of her. I want her... badly. Right here... Right. Fucking. Now. I stand and walk over to Ana, where I place both hands onto her shoulders and begin massaging. "Perhaps, I could relieve some of that stress away, Miss Steele."
I watch her face closely in the mirror, watching how she reacts to my touch. She closes her eyes, tilting her head to the side and I take that as an invitation. I bend down and place my mouth against her heated flesh, placing open-mouthed kisses along the curve between her neck and shoulder, and I am rewarded with a small whimper of approval.
"Christian. Not now. The girls should be back here shortly to change."
"So I'll lock them out." I groan against her neck, placing a trail of kisses up to her ear. "I want to take care of you, Anastasia." I whisper into her ear, pulling her lobe with my teeth. "Do you trust me?"
"Surprisingly," she moans when I sink my teeth into her neck, sucking the soft flesh into my mouth. "I do trust you."
I pull away, and she groans in protest. I extend my hand out to her. She takes my hand, standing with a puzzled look on her face. I twine our fingers together, and begin heading for the back door exit.
"Wait... where are we going? My shift isn't over until—"
"Your shift just ended. I'm the boss, remember? I want to show you something at my penthouse." When she hesitates without a response, I lean in towards her and place a soft kiss onto her lips, trailing them along her jaw, stopping right at her ear. "Come home with me, Anastasia. I want you." I need you!
Her breath hitches and she bites her lip. Fuck! She's biting her fucking lip!
"Don't make me beg. I'm not one whom normally begs." I say after a moment of silence. I know Elena will be pissed that I am giving Ana the rest of the night off, but right now, I don't give a rats ass. I'm still pissed off at her for how she talked to me.
I gaze into Ana's eyes, pleading silently with her to agree to come stay with me. But I'm shocked when she finally answers me. "I can't, Christian. I'm sorry. I have an essay due this week for finals. I can't put it off any longer." She grows one of the most devious smiles I have ever seen. "But maybe another time?"
I can honestly say that I am slightly disappointed. But I shrug with a forced smile. "Good luck with your finals, Miss Steele. Have a good night." I turn on my heels and head towards the door, when suddenly I'm stopped by the soft sounds of music. The Meg Myers song, in fact.
I turn my head and instantly, my jaw drops. Standing before me is a very naked, aroused Anastasia Steele. I release a groan when my gaze shifts to her breasts. Her nipples are erect and calling out to me. She clinks her heels in a slow, sensual motion towards me until we are merely inches away from each other. Without taking her eyes off mine, she reaches behind me and pulls the blinds on the door closed, then locks it with a loud click.
"Luckily for you, I still have time to show you that dance." she murmurs, arousal evident in her ragged tone. I swallow hard, closing my eyes briefly as I believe my mind has begun playing tricks with me and all of this is just another one of my fantasy's. But when I open my eyes again, I realize how real this actually is. And my icy heart literally slams to a complete stop before continuing to beat the fuck out of my chest.
Jesus, the things this woman does to me...
She grasps one of my hands, tugging gently as she leads me to a metal chair that I had not seen sitting in front of pole until now. She slightly pushes on my shoulder, and I slowly sink down into the chair, my mouth still parted to assist my frantic breathing. Dammit! No woman has affected me the way she has. Not. Fucking. One!
I look up at Anastasia, who is now sashaying around the pole, her gaze fixed on mine, and my dick flinches at the sight. Then it hits me.
Devious smile. Music. Doors locking. Blinds closing. Dancing naked around a pole while I watch.
She's trying to seduce me. Trying to take all control into her tiny soft hands and fucking seduce me. I smirk. Well, two sure can play this game. James Deen has nothing on me when it comes to seduction.
Slowly, yet seductively, I stand, unbuttoning my vest painfully slow while I continue to gaze at her. She is now lightly rubbing her ass against the pole whilst her hands have a firm grip above her head onto the same pole, and this gives me an idea.
I pull at my tie until it becomes loose enough to remove, but I leave it dangling around my neck. Next is my belt, and again, I slowly unfasten it, making sure that I pull it loose from each loop before taking it off. I drop the belt with a loud echoing slam. Ana flinches by the sound, but continues to act as if she wasn't distracted by it at all.
Her movements have stopped and her eyes are now set on my now painfully tented trousers. Mmm, yes. She wants me. And my plan of reverse psychology is working.
She blinks a few times, and her gaze comes back to mine. Her eyes are now a dark midnight blue. Her pupils are dilated and her chest is heaving with fast, heavy breaths. Come on, baby. Give in to me.
She reaches for me, and I know that this is when I should go in for the kill. I grab her wrists, receiving an audible gasp from her as I spin her around, facing the pole. I pin both of her hands above her head, one on top of the other, against the floor to ceiling solid steel object. With one hand, I hold her hands still, grasping my tie with the other hand, and I begin tying her wrists to the pole. She giggles once my hands glide down her arms, but stops once I firmly cup both breasts with my hands from behind her.
She moans.
"So you thought that you could seduce me, huh?" I state in a firm dominate tone, pressing my body up against her back while rolling her erect nipples between my fingers. "You should know by now, Miss Steele to not play with fire..." I pause long enough to trace the shell of her ear with my tongue, then lightly nip it. "Else, you get burned."
"I was blistered the moment I met you, Mr. Grey. It's a little too late for that discussion."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, concerned.
She nods. "Yes. I... I trust you."
"And what are your safe words, Anastasia?" I say as I trail my hands down to her backside.
"Uhm..."
"How about red and yellow?" I ask. She nods again. "Good. I must say that I'm impressed. I never expected this to happen at all." I pause, then sigh. "There are rules, Miss Steele. Rules you must obey. If not, I will punish you. If you do, then I will reward you. But right now, we won't worry about the rules. We will save that discussion for another time. For now, let's just enjoy this as Ana and Christian." and with that, I rare my hand back and bring it back down with a loud smack.
She jumps, startled by my actions, but groans in pleasure when I begin rubbing the area softly. "Again." she whispers, and I smile.
Smack!
"Fuck!" she whimpers, throwing her head back, which gives me access to her neck. And boy do I take full advantage of it. I begin kissing the heated flesh and sucking it. She moans, whispering my name. And I must say that I truly love how sexy my name sounds on her lips.
"You really shouldn't have done this, Anastasia." I say, rubbing her ass again. "I am completely shocked by your behavior."
She laughs. "Shocked is good."
Smack! Smack!
"Christian!" she yelps, and I begin rubbing her ass with gentle strokes. Her body is now trembling. Breathing is out of control. "Please." she whispers and I begin untying the knot around her wrists. She turns to face me, and I raise her hands back above her head, retying them in place. I tug at the restraints and nod in approval. It's not tight enough to cut off circulation, but tight enough to keep her in place.
Kneeling, I remove each of her high heels slowly. "You are truly a sight to behold, Miss Steele." I breathe against her lips before taking her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it. "And you're biting that lip again. You know what that does to me."
She whimpers and I smile, lightly brushing my knuckles down her stomach, all the way to her sex. I just have to know for sure that this is what she wants. I slide my fingers through her slick folds, and as she gasps, I moan. "Fuck!" I rasp. "So wet. I bet you taste as good as you smell." I pull my hand away after a light flick on her clit, and she whimpers her protest.
Turning around, I grab the metal chair and pull it closer to Anastasia. I take a seat into the chair and scoot it even closer to Ana's body. I look up in time to see her swallow hard and squirm in anticipation.
She has so much to learn, and I am only willing to teach her everything... but not today.
"Put your feet up onto my shoulders." I command. She hesitates at first, but finally complies. Now it's my turn to shudder. Her entire core is exposed to me. Damn, she's dripping. I look back up into those questioningly, aroused blue eyes and I lick my lips, hungrily. "I think I'm going to enjoy this a bit too much."
Ana POV
I can't believe I allowed him to spank me, but I must admit, it felt really good. I've never experienced something so raw, yet pleasurable before in my life.
My whole plan to seduce the great Christian Grey, has backfired on me... and I absolutely love it. If this is what being a submissive is all about, then I'm game. I feel as if all of my troubles have just washed away and my only concentration is what he is doing to me.
So here I am, feet propped onto his shoulders, completely naked, fully exposed like a roast being served on a silver platter. Christian's eyes tell me that he's hungry. Starving for me. Mmm...
He's fucking killing me. I need some type of friction, and right now, he's only fucking me with those smoldering dark gray eyes.
But before another thought crosses my mind, he stands, taking my lower half with him. My legs are dangling over his shoulders, his arms wrapped around my lower back to support me, and my ass is resting onto his hard, muscular chest. He doesn't waist any time at all... almost immediately, he crushes his mouth and tongue against my inner folds. God, that feels so good. I nearly scream in ecstasy, but he pulls away, giving me a look of warning.
"Quiet." he says. I nod even though I have no idea how I'm going to stay quiet, considering he's fucking me with his mouth. Oh, Dear God! He nudges his tongue against me again and again, sucking my clit voraciously, and I pull at my restraints at the sensation, desperate to touch him.
"Always so wet for me, Anastasia." he growls against my sex before clamping down on my clit once more. I want to scream. I want to move my hips against him. But I know I can't. He'll stop if I make a sound, and it's impossible to ground my hips into him when in this position.
This position...
I would never have guessed that this position was even possible. To be able to give a woman oral sex while standing, seems completely absurd. Until now, anyways. And oh, how it feels so good. I have never experienced anything like this before.
His hands slide further around my waist, gently sprawled out onto my stomach. My ankles lock around his neck and my toes curl when he groans into my sex. The vibrations of it alone nearly take me over the edge, but not quite.
He shifts his hands again, placing one at the small of my back, fingers digging into my skin and the other reaches out for my breast where he begins flicking my nipple with the pad of his thumb in slow, sensual circles.
"You taste so good, Anastasia." Lick... "So sweet." Nip... Suck..."I could feast on your pussy all day long and never tire from it." he groans, sucking on my clit again. I tilt my head back against the pole, biting my lip so hard, it hurts, to stifle my moans.
"Ah!" I cry out, as he presses his tongue flat against me, moving his head in an up and down motion, slowly. Teasingly. I dig my heels into his back. I'm so close to reaching my climax that I can actually taste it. "Please." I whisper, my mouth parted to make it easier to breathe.
"Tell me what you want." he growls against my sex. The feel of his breath on my core causes my body to teeter on the edge.
I'm speechless as I'm trying so hard to get the right friction to send me straight to heaven. But he moves his head away, his lips glistening with my juices, and he lowers my backside a fraction down to his lower half. "Wrap you legs around my waist."
I instantly comply. I need this release so badly that I'll do just about anything to get it now. With one flick of his wrist, and a pull of his zipper, his pants fall to his ankles. He jerks his briefs down to his thighs, a smirk playing cooly on his lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, Miss Steele." he says, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Really fucking hard." he rasps.
Unable to speak, I moan my response, tilting my head back again. And with his eyes on mine, he slams into me, the pole making harsh contact with my shoulder blades, filling me to the hilt, and I gasp a moan.
So much more deeper this way...
"Oh God, you feel so good!" I mewl, unable to hold back the evidence of how pleasurable this feels any longer. "Fuck, Christian! Yes!"
He growls, continuing to pound fast and deep into me. He grasps the pole above my hands with one hand and thrusts into me harder and harder to the point I feel like I could rip in half. My hair has managed to release a few tendril from the bun on top of my head, sticking to my forehead and the side of my face from where sweat has build up from our bodies rocking together. My body tightens and I feel that familiar pinch deep into my core. I'm going to come... hard. I just know it.
He senses my release and he presses his lips against mine to prevent me from screaming. Our tongues dual for dominance as he continues his rough and rapid thrusts. My whimpers and cries increase, echoing into his mouth.
"Come for me Ana. Come hard for me, baby. Give me everything you've got!" he groans loudly against my mouth, and I know he's seeking his release, too. His words are my undoing and he firmly presses his lips against mine as I whimper, rather than cry out my release. My whole body slowly goes numb, from the soles of my feet, all the way up to my head. Shivers of pleasure causes my body to tremble involuntarily, and I know I've finally reached the world of sweet bliss. Even when my eyes closed I saw stars.
He roars my name hoarsely as he, too, finds his release. His movements slow to gentle thrusts as he rides out our orgasm. Finally, he unties my wrists and we sink into the floor, his arms wrapped lazily around my waist as he places soft kisses down my shoulder. We're both breathless, panting like wild animals who have just mated. I quietly chuckle at how ironic that sounds. "That was amazing." I murmur into his ear.
He finally lifts his head. His expression feigns worry. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
I laugh. "I'm pretty sure I'll feel the aftermath of soreness by morning, but no, you didn't hurt me. You totally rocked my world."
He shifts our bodies so that I am sitting in his lap, my back facing him, and he begins massaging my shoulders, rubs my arms and then lifts my wrists to his lips, kissing them. "It's going to leave a nasty mark." he sighs, releasing my hands back into my lap.
I look down at them and notice rose colored marks wrapped around my wrists. I shrug. "I'll be fine. Nothing a little lotion can't fix."
He turns my head upward so that I am forced to look at him and I can tell he wants to say something more, but instead, he sighs and kisses me one last time before releasing me. He stands, pulling up his boxer briefs and pants, then he reaches a hand out to me. I take it, and he pulls me up off of the floor, handing me my clothing. "I'm sorry." he whispers, grabbing his belt and shirt. "I didn't mea—"
"It's fine, Christian. I wanted this just as much as you did. I'm the one who tried to seduce you, remember? Honestly, I enjoyed it. It was definitely something different." I mutter, as I get dressed. He nods, and doesn't say anything more.
I begin thinking about what we've just done and what Christian had proposed to me about being his submissive. If it's anything like what we just did, I'm definitely going to do it. But something deep inside of me is telling me not to. That this is a dangerous path to go down. But I feel completely sated and calm right now. Fully pleased with the outcome.
And what makes this moment even more beautiful is how concerned he was for me. How caring it was for him to rub the kinks out of my strained muscles. I feel as if the world lifted completely off my shoulders and I can breathe again.
But I know that if I choose to do this, that it will never be anything more than a sub/dom relationship. He made it perfectly clear that he, too, didn't want more than what was laying on the table. No hearts and flowers, intended.
Deep down, I know I'm falling hard and fast for him now. I'll always think of him because of what we've done already together. Hell, I'm probably ruined with sex now because of him. I will never be able to look at another man the way that I look at him; never again will I ever be able to feel for someone the way I feel about him. And that truly scares me. I should have never allowed it to get this far. I should have walked away when I had the chance.
But I was stupid and curious and gave into the cravings I had for this man. And now I will pay the ultimate price for it, because deep down, I know that I am in love with Christian Grey. And it doesn't matter if I walk away from this now or even later. I will end up with a broken heart either way.
**Shit, I know. It sucked. I really hate that it did. I really tried to write this but my heart just wasn't in it. But I wanted to give you all something. Hopefully now, though, I can get back in the game. I think I will rewrite my plans for this story so I can figure out how I'm going to get through it. I'm not sure how many more chapters there will be, but I will try for at least 25. My next update, I'm not sure of when. I will try for soon. I think another thing holding me back from writing is the fact that I'm not too great at POV's. So, perhaps I will just write it from an author's perspective and see how that goes. Thank you all for following, fav, and reviewing. It means a lot to me. I think that you all have been more than awesome, and I just can't thank you enough. (Sighs) You know what to do... just don't hate me too much lol.
Pins are up! Those of you who already saw the board probably saw Christian's leather outfit... well, i changed my mind on that one, and thought it would be best to use it for another time. Sorry.