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A/N: Right, after the reviews we'll see how this goes down... But if you feel yourself getting a little like you wanna give up, I say go pay a visit to my AN in chapter 3 ;) HINT HINT... Thanks for the response to this and let's get some more turns going...
Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Ten
Christian had long since escaped the enclosed space of Escala. He had come to his club, a place that was his and a place that knew him as much as he knew it. He was thankful to see it still thrived and it still looked as good as he remembered. He couldn't deny how lucky he was to have such a dutiful wife, who even in the face of all this stuck by him. However, he deemed her an unlucky for being stuck with a man that saw no real use in her.
He didn't love her, though he desired to dominate her but, he couldn't bring himself to touch her that way. Hell, he hadn't touched her unless to threaten her or to feel her unleashed fury. If he were to marry someone he wanted to feel it every day and he wanted to love her and care for her.
Right now, stuck in Escala he was on self destruct mode and Ana was sadly stuck in the crossfire begging for her husband to reclaim his body.
He found a piece of home come back to him when he found a new case full of sex toys in the walk in closet and he realised there must be an element of kinky fuckery involved. He was disappointed to find flexible cuffs and easy escape ones but, after what he had heard from Flynn and Elena, and bits from his parents, he realised that Ana still gave herself even with even more hard limits than he could dream.
A part of him admire the fact that Ana was able to that but, it still didn't inspire him to take charge and touch her. There was just something he couldn't bring himself to do.
He had order his second whiskey, when he noticed Sawyer sitting in the corner and he realised that, although he didn't know the man well, he had a good guard there. Prompt and precise and knew how to do his job as well as Taylor did. He did just wish Taylor hadn't gotten so hurt.
He felt the need to have his right hand man here.
However, he was alone here, defenceless and vulnerable.
"Well it has been a while," a voice popped into his left ear, a figure breaking into his personal space. "It must have been a good three and a half, nearly four years."
Christian looked up to be met with a brown haired, brown eyed slender woman. He furrowed his brow, "Do I know you?" Christian noticed her look, and from his peripheral saw Sawyer advancing towards them. Raising his hand he stopped the guard and decided to indulge in this woman for a moment.
"I read about your amnesia issue and how distant you and your wife are coming," she sympathised and as much as she wanted to, she reframed from placing a hand onto Christian's arm. "I'm Leila Williams," She placed a hand out as if to strike up a new relationship, "I am one of your," She didn't respond, she just tilted her head to elude to the reply.
What one is she? Christian had to ask himself and could only imagine she was one of the lasts in his list. Christian took her hand, seeing his way out of his problem with losing the playroom. "How can I believe you?" He asked her, not willingly to just subject himself to her whim.
With a response, Leila jumped into action by opening her bag up. Leila opened her open and pushed a few buttons before holding her phone up. Sure enough, Christian's phone began to play and she grinned, "You kept the same number all these years. Clearly there are some parts of your past that you just couldn't hide away from."
That struck a chord with Christian. If he loved his wife so much why would he keep the same number for so long? Why would he want his ex-subs still having his number? That didn't settle with him but, he had no time to challenge it or sought out an answer he would never get.
"So, how come you didn't last?" Christian asked as he swirled the ice around in the glass. He was trying to see if she was put off by his blasé attention or if she was really a worthy candidate of knowing after clearly forgetting.
"Let's call me the one that got away," Leila played, keeping her distance from him but keeping the sexuality at a maximum. She ran a hand down her chest, as if to lining the hem of her dress and she looked up at him, her brown eyes full of nothing but seduction.
Christian laughed at her, "What makes you say that then?"
"I fell in love too easily," She commented and broke for a moment. With a sigh she continued her sob sounding story, "You too actually, just not with me."
"With Anastasia?" He asked knowing the answer before he even questioned it.
"Yes," Leila sighed. "She was a first for you."
First, Christian sat up straight, affected by that word in connection to Ana but, before he could even give it an inkling of attention it was buried and he looked to Leila as she stared at him with such want and desire.
"You let her sleep in your bed. You let her touch you," She started to tell him honestly, "And I know from training that you don't like being touch, Master."
Christian grinned at hearing just that name. Master. Oh yes, this woman knew how to please a dominant male. She was able to do that with just keeping the right distance, saying the right now and being exactly the type of girl he loved to beat mercilessly and then fuck as hard as he could.
"It's a hard limit for you," She told him and saw he was impressed with her. "Can I ask something?"
"Ask away," He replied and downed his glass of whiskey.
Leila leaned against the bar more, "Do you still love her?" Leila asked and even though she used to be his sub, she was slightly more upfront and dominant in herself.
"No comment," Christian replied simply and with a graceful manner. He didn't know what he's relationship with Ana was doing or where it was going but, he wasn't about to divulge the gory details to someone who he had just met, "Now, if you were one of my girls, then what colour was the room?"
"Red," Leila replied in a flash.
Christian nodded, although it could have been an easy guess, "And why wouldn't I let you touch my chest?"
"Because of your scars," Leila replied simply and leaned in towards. "I miss that lifestyle, Master. I miss the obedience, the pleasure for pain, the giving up my will to you."
And Christian felt the strength of his yearning for control develop in the willingness of Leila. "Oh, the stuff I can imagine doing to you," Christian murmured, the sickening thought was that he was willing to do it with his wife sleeping in the guest room. He was a heartless bastard and maybe this would prove that he was no longer worthy of her.
Maybe this would be the one thing that would change her mind on wanting to make him love her again. This might break him free.
"Are the things I've waited far too long for," Leila replied in response to his comment.
Leila wasn't playing anymore. After her mental break, after her stupidity of a breakdown and going postal, she got better, achieved things but, she had yearned for Christian since the day she had last seen him. However, she knew his heart would remain with Ana, his wife, but right now, he was needy and she was willing.
Familiar impulses ran through his body and took Leila's hand in his and began to take her our of the club. He would improvise and he would make sure Leila left so many shades of red she would hate the colour by morning.
"Where are we going?" She asked, not understanding how he suddenly went from drinking casually in a bar to wanting her. He was married. He had chosen someone else because she wasn't enough to unleash a sexual frenzy upon.
"You're coming back with me," Christian growled and gave Sawyer a look to tell him to not even bother intervene. If anyone stopped them he would have their head on a silver platter.
He needed to work out some of his loses and gain some grip onto control. He had no penitence for how Ana would survive this fall out but he knew he couldn't do any of the things he had in mind for Leila to Ana. It was like a glass wall was stopping him, trapping him.
"Yes Sir," She replied and listened to him and Christian only became more empowered by those two words.
Like music to his ears, he knew he would find a way to get her into the apartment without Ana knowing.
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A/N: Now who's going crazy? Hang in there for chapter 11 it'll be worth it I promise!
If chapter 11 doesn't work out for you, I'll give you my home address where you can directly send hate mail ;)