APOV

Since it's close to the time I'm off, Christian has decided we've both had enough work for the day. Who am I to argue with the CEO?

He told me we didn't have to go into the Playroom today but I want to. I mean, why wouldn't we? Because of her? I don't think so. It's just kinky fun. And I think he really needs this. The control it gives him.

We went through limits but since I'm inexperienced I'm not really sure what I will and will not do. So far, fisting of any kind, suspension, and all the paddles, whips, canes, and belts are all my hard limits. Genital clamps? Absolutely not! Like I said, just kinky fun. I don't want to get beat. I am given safe words this time. Red, stop, and yellow. I feel bad that I have a lot of limits but Christian assures me it's fine.

"Christian, I'm worried this wont be enough for you with all of my limits. Are you sure this is okay for you?"

"Don't worry. I will enjoy myself." He smirks. "Anastasia, I don't want to cause you any pain. I care about you. This is just kinky sex between lovers. I wont hurt you but if this gets to be too much just use your safe-words or tell me to stop and I'll stop."

"Why can't I just say stop, like in your office. No safe-words?"

"You may say stop and not mean it. It's best you use a safe-word when needed. However, if you say stop I will stop. Although, you may not want me to. You wont need to safe-word from pain. This will be intense."

"Okay. Yellow to slow down. Red or stop to stop. Anything else?"

"I'm not your Dom, Anastasia. I'm your lover. But I'd like to have complete control. This is all about trust and control. When you're in there, you are completely mine, to do with as I wish. I love your laugh. You, carefree and relaxed. But I want the control this brings and I want to do rude things to you."

"What are you going to do to me?" I blush and squirm with excitement.

"Oh, I never reveal my plans, Anastasia." He smirks. "Do you think you can do that? Do as you're told without hesitation?"

"I could try."

"Good." He smiles at me. "I've unlocked the Playroom and I would like you in there waiting for me. I'd like you only in your panties, kneeling in a submissive pose waiting for me."

He has me kneel in his office to demonstrate how he wants me to be, then tells me to go to the Playroom.

I'm both nervous and excited as I run to his room. I take off my clothes. I put on a clean sexy pair of panties and a robe. I run back out and up to the Playroom to wait.

I get into position near the door just as he asked and wait. And wait. I have no idea how long he leaves me waiting. Anticipating. Finally the door opens and he walks in. I want to look at him but I don't dare look up. Submissive. I can see his feet and that he has on jeans. Hmmm.

"Good girl, Anastasia. You look lovely like that. Stand up." He says in a very sexy demanding tone.

I have a better view of his jeans. The top button undone, they're older, ripped and over-washed. These jeans are hot and he looks sexy wearing them.

"You may look at me." I look up and Oh my! He's not wearing a shirt. "Do you like what you see?" I realize I've been blatantly starring.

I bite my lip and nod. "Yes." I squeak out. I clear my throat.

"Yes, what?" He raises his brow.

Oh! I forgot. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." Why does him saying that make me wet? "I want to bite this lip." And he does, pulling my lip from my teeth with his.

He lets go and walks behind me. He gathers my hair and begins to braid it. Hmmm...

"What are you doing?" I ask out of turn. Is this what they do in BDSM?

"I'd like for your hair to be braided in here?"

"Why?" He has finished the braid.

"To prevent it from getting caught or pulled. You have very beautiful hair Anastasia. Now quiet." He slaps my ass.

He leads me to the middle of the room and walks away. I want to please him, so I don't look at what he's doing. Once he's back, he stands in front of me.

"Give me you're hands."

I hold out my hands as he takes out a pair of leather cuffs from his pocket and restrains my hands. He lifts them and hooks them to a metal grid above us. It looks like it goes around the room. He lets me know he can move me anywhere still cuffed with this. As he is cuffing me to the grid I can't resist him. I lean forward and run my open mouth and tongue across his jaw. My breasts brush against his firm chest causing my nipples to harden. I'm so wet. He closes his eyes and steps back. My hands now cuffed to the grid.

"Stop. Or this will be over far quicker than either of us would like. You're distracting me."

I giggle. "Sorry." Oh, I forgot again. "Sir." I guess I'm not a very submissive, am I?

He smirks, obviously not upset by this. His eyes glowing.

"I think you've seen enough." And the room is covered in darkness as he blindfolds me. I feel him standing behind me.

"Spread your legs." I do. "Wider. Wider. Good." He slips his fingers into my panties. "You're very wet already. I like that. I like that a lot."

I moan as he rubs my clitoris. Then he inserts his fingers into me. In and out. His palm pushing against my clit. I pull on my restraints but it's useless. I whimper as he removes his fingers. I hear him walk around.

"You have very beautiful breasts, Anastasia."

He rubs my nipple with the juices from my sex, then sucks it off my nipple, hard. He moans in appreciation. His other hand travels back down to my sex. I groan loud and tip my head back when I feel a pinch on my nipple. It's a mix of both pleasure and pain. My breathing harsh.

"Just breath through it, baby."

He does the same with my other nipple. Putting my juices on my nipple, sucking it off, nipple clamp.

He walks me blindly somewhere. I hear what sounds like leather. I hear a foil packet open. His hands on my hips, my hands still tied to the grid above me. I feel him tug my panties and hear them rip. I'm panting in anticipation. He pulls my hips foreword, causing me to bend my knees. I feel leather beneath them. He must be seated on the couch. He lifts me easily and I feel his dick at my sex, seeking entrance. He groans as he easily slides into me. I wish I could see him. His hands on my hips, he begins to flex, pushing into me. I use my knees to meet his thrusts. We are moaning and groaning together. I start to tighten.

"Do not come, Anastasia. Hold it!" He demands, pounding into me. How am I supposed to do that?!

Suddenly, the blindfold is gone. I was right, we're on the couch. He pulls the chain that is attached to the nipple clamps. I tip my head back and moan. Oh! This feels... Oh!

"Look at me." He demands. I do. "Come for me, baby!"

I find my release. Exploding around him. "Oh! Christian! Mr! Sir! Oh!"

"Say my name, baby!" He's still thrusting into me causing me to ride out my orgasm.

"Christian! Christian! Christian!" With one last thrust he pours himself into me.

"Fuck! Anastasia!"

We are panting. Coming down from our orgasms. I now know what the term, fucked into oblivion means.

He lifts me up and off of him. He stands and un-cuffs me. He puts my robe back on me. He then puts his jeans back on and carries me to his room.

Once in his room, he removes the robe and lays me on his bed.

"This is what I want to do. I want to make love to you." He kisses me, soft and sweet. "Do you know what you mean to me?" He kisses me again before giving me a chance to answer.

He gets up and takes his Playroom jeans off. Putting on a condom he says. "You're more beautiful Aphrodite, Anastasia."

He climbs back on top of me. He rubs his nose along mine. He's on his elbows, hands near my head. He closes his eyes as he slowly enters me. I hold him close, enjoying the feel of him inside me. Again. When he opens his eyes they are full of love and devotion.
He slowly pulls out and gently guides back in. Slow. Sweet. Tender. Loving.

"I never want to let you go." He tells me.

"I never want to go. Never let me go. I love you, too." I tell him.

"Oh, baby."

He kisses me sweetly. I move my hands into his hair. My body climbs higher and higher, then falls as I come around him.

"Anastasia." He breaths as he too finds his release.

His arms are wrapped around me, his head on my stomach as I play with his hair. We've been laying like this for... I don't even know how long, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. Sweet. Gentle. Love.

"I'll never get enough of you." My stomach growls in response and I giggle. "I guess we should eat dinner. You're wasting away as we speak." He says.

We get up and instead of getting dressed we put our pajamas on. I wear one of his T-shirts and a pair of my sleep shorts I left here last time. Walking into the kitchen holding hands. I love this feeling.

"Ready for dinner Mr. Grey, Ms. Steele?"

"Yes, Gail. Thank you."

She serves us then leaves the room. It's very delicious.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." He sounds nervous making me, in return, nervous.

"Oh?" I say trying not to sound worried.

"I've recently purchased a publishing house. I'm moving it to Grey House. If you'd like we can transfer you to the new publishing department. I know you said you didn't like the idea of me being your boss. But I like having you close to me. And this is your dream, to work in publishing."

I giggle. "I thought you was going to compliment me on what a great submissive I was."

He chuckles. "Yes, there is that. I'd say don't quit your day job, however, if you transfer to the publishing department you will be."

"Will I start at the bottom and be able to work my way up? I don't want to just be handed something I didn't earn."

"Of course, you can."

"Then I accept the transfer to the publishing department, kind sir." I giggle.

"You're very welcome, madam. We aim to please." I kiss him softly

"You worried me. You sounded nervous. It's just a transfer."

"I wasn't sure how you'd react when I told you I bought a publishing house for you to transfer to."

"Well, I do think it's crazy you'd do that. However, it's your money. You can spend it as you wish. And you're not giving me the job I'll be earning it myself."

"There is also one other thing I'd like to speak to you about."

"Okay." Less worried.

"Your past." He says matter-of-factly. I close my eyes tight. Oh no.

A/N: It's coming!