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APOV

I'm woken from my sleep by my phone buzzing like crazy. I blink open my eyes and see Christian sleeping. My birthday boy. I smile at his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful. So young. My phone buzzes again and I check to see I have miss calls and texts from José.

Ana. I know it's early but I got your portraits. I'm on my way to Seattle to drop them off to you. -José

Ana! I'm at your apartment. Where are you? At Grey's? -José

Kate says you're at Grey's. I'm coming to over there. I hope you're awake and I don't ruin the surprise. -José.

I'm at Grey's building. I don't have the access code for the elevator so they called some guy named Taylor. He says you two are sleeping and he'll take the portraits up but I want to make sure you get them before Grey. WAKE UP! -José

ANA! -José

Shit!

I'm up. I'm up. I'm coming. -A

I climb out of bed as slowly and carefully as I can, without waking Christian. I put on Christian's T-shirt and some yoga capris. I walk out to the main room. Sawyer is waiting for me. José must of told Taylor I was coming and he told Sawyer.

"Morning, Sawyer." I yawn.

"Ms. Steele." He nods. "José Rodríguez is requesting access."

"Yeah. Let him up, please."

He nods and does something on his phone. Shortly after, the elevator doors open. José and Taylor walk out carrying large frames.

"What are those, Jose?"

"Your portraits." He says like it's obvious. I wasn't expecting them to be so ... big.

José, Taylor, and Sawyer carry them into the main room. Then Taylor and Sawyer leave us.

I'm looking at them in awe. They are just as I remembered but better. He had them printed on huge canvases, in black and white. They're amazing.

"Wow José. You really outdid yourself. Thank you!" I hug him.

"No problem. You said they were for Grey. I figured he'd like this better than a small photo that can be printed at any five and dime, Mom and Pop shop."

"These are amazing. How can I thank you? I mean, I can't thank you enough, but..."

"You can thank me with breakfast. I rushed to get here early for you."

I giggle. "Sure. I planned on making Christian breakfast in bed, anyway. Come on." We walk to the kitchen.

"He still sleeping?"

"Yeah." I get out breakfast ingredients.

"You been staying here often? You wasn't at your apartment with Kate. She wasn't happy when she answer the door either."

"Actually, I forgot to mention. I've moved in with him."

"Wow! Dios mio. Que es rapido. Already?" I nod. He leans back and whistles. He looks out the large windows. "It's some view from up here. And you get to see that everyday."

"Yeah, it's pretty special."

"Do you think Grey will propose?"

"Propose what?"

"Don't be so obtuse, Ana. Ask you to marry him?"

"That's ridiculous, José. We're just enjoying each other right now, it's still new. He wouldn't want to marry someone like me."

Why would he? I could never be enough for him.

"Why not." I shrug. I can't tell José I'm feeling insecure about being Christian's forever. He's my happily ever after, but am I his?
"You deserve to be happy, Ana. And after everything you've been through..." He trails off.

"Bacon good for you?" I ask changing the subject. He can see I don't want to talk about this anymore so he drops it.

"Sure." I start whisking the eggs.

"And me." Christian says, coming into the room. Shit! I hope he didn't hear our conversation. Double shit! The portraits are in the living room.

"José." Christian nods.

"Hey, Grey." They shake hands. "Happy birthday, man."

"Thanks."

Christian comes over to me and kisses me. "Good morning, baby."

"Morning."

I gaze at his body, biting my lip. He's only wearing pajama bottoms. I blush. He pulls my lip free.

"Don't bite your lip, Anastasia." He whispers in my ear. "You know what that does to me."

"Where's your shirt?" I ask quietly.

He smirks. His eyes are glowing. He tugs on the shirt I am wearing. His shirt. Like he doesn't have another.

"I was going to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday." I tell him.

"I woke and you weren't there. Then I heard voices." Shit! Maybe he did hear?

I don't want him to think that's what I want. Marriage. I don't want to scare him away. I turn around and start whisking the eggs again, a little to much.

"How would you like your eggs, Christian?" I ask to get him off that topic.

"Thoroughly whisked and beaten." He huskily whispers in my ear.

Instinctively, I push my thighs together. I know I am blushing. I look at him with wide eyes. I glance back at José. He seems suddenly interested in his glass of orange juice. I turn back to making breakfast, ignoring Christian. He chuckles and walks around the breakfast bar to sit next to José.

"What are you doing here so early, José? Not that I mind. It's just unexpected."

"I had to deliver something to Ana." I glance over my shoulder. Christian is looking at me then back to José. He nods. "What are your plans today?"

"My dad and I are going on a fishing trip with Ray, Ana's dad."

They continue to talk about fishing. I tune them out, continuing to cook. After I've finished, I serve them breakfast. Then sit next to Christian to eat mine. He puts his hand on my thigh and leans toward me.

"What did José have to deliver this early?"

"It's a surprise. I'll show you later." I glance over at the photos. He hasn't even noticed them.

We eat our breakfast. All talking and enjoying each other's company.

~..~..~

After we finish eating, I go to Christian's room to get José's camera. I return it to him. José gets in the elevator and leaves. I turn around. Christian has finally noticed the portraits. He's standing there looking at them. I walk over to stand next to him.

"What's this?" He asks, his interest piqued. I swallow.

I hope he likes them.

"Your birthday present." I whisper. He looks at me then back to the portraits. "That's what José was delivering. He took these and I asked him to print them out for me, to give to you. Do- do you like them?"

"Like them? Ana, baby, I love them." I smile.

"Really?" I'm relieved.

"Hell yeah. Now I can look at you even if you're not with me. These are amazing."

"I'm glad you like them. I also have another gift for you."

"More?"

"Be right back."

I run back to the bedroom. I get out all his gifts. I grab the bag of batteries and the small boxes I wrapped. I look at the boudoir photo album package one last time and decide to leave it. He wont like it anyway.

I run back out to the main room. He is transfixed, starring at the portraits of me in awe. I walk up to him. He turns around when he hears me coming.

"Here. Happy birthday, old man." I hand him the gift bag with the batteries inside.

He opens the bag and chuckles. "For my hearing aid?"

"Yup." I grin, he returns it shaking his head. "Here. This too." I hand him a box.

Christian opens it. "Charlie Tango." He grins. "Solar powered. Wow." He takes it out and quickly puts it together. He holds it up in the palm of his hand, smiling. He walks near the floor to ceiling windows, holding it in the sunlight and the helicopter blades start spinning. "Look at that. What we can already do with technology."

"You like it?"

"I love it, baby. Thank you." He kisses me swiftly. He sets it down on the table near the windows. "What's in the other box?" He eyes it with childish excitement.

I nervously hand him the second box. He shakes it gently, hearing the object inside move. He looks at me. "Why are you so nervous?" How can he tell? I shrug. "You have me intrigued, Anastasia. What have you been up to?"

He opens it and looks at it confused. "What is this for?" He quickly looks at me, seeing my blush. He raises his brows. "Is this ...?"

I nod my head. "The key to your playroom. Yes." I whisper.

"For my birthday?" I nod. "You want to play?" His eyes darken, almost black, burning with desire.

"Yes, I want to play... sir." He smiles a megawatt panty dropping smile. Oh my. My insides clench deliciously and I bite my lip.
He reaches up and pulls my lip free.

"Come."

He holds his hand out to me. I put my hand in his. He starts walking us upstairs. We're at the playroom door. I try to channel my inner freak, determined to be the best submissive I can be for him, for his birthday. I wont question him, I will let him do anything he wants, and I will do anything he asks without hesitation. I just hope I can do this. I haven't been very submissive any other time we've been in here. He unlocks the door. I repeat the mantra in my head. Call him sir, call him sir, call him sir.

Before he opens the door, he turns to me and asks. "Anything you don't want to do?"

"You have carte blanche. Anything you want."

"You're sure about that?" He eyes me suspiciously.

I nod and he slowly grins a mischievous grin.

He opens the playroom door. We walk in. He shuts the door behind us. He comes to stand in front of me.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's your birthday. Whatever you want." I whisper.

"There are so many possibilities, Anastasia. But let's start with getting you naked."

He grabs them hem of his T-shirt that I'm wearing, lifting it up and off. I'm not wearing a bra. He gazes at my breasts. He takes them in his hands, fondling them. Then he slides his hands down my sides to my yoga pants. He reaches around grabbing my ass, squeezing it, then puts his fingers in the waistband pulling my pants down. He kneels removing them from my body. I am not wearing panties either. When he sees this, he quickly looks up at me, then back to my sex. He inhales my sex and gives my sex a chaste kiss. I squirm. I close my eyes tight and bite my lip to prevent me from speaking out of turn. He holds my hips tight, kissing up my body back to my lips. I'm looking into his eyes when I remember submissive are not suppose to look at their Doms without permission to do so. I quickly lower my gaze. He lifts my chin.

"Look at me. I want to see you." He kisses me sweetly. "Come." He holds my elbow leading me into the room.

My heart is racing. What will he do to me? I look to where the whip that I used for my photo is, but see that it's no longer there. Shit! Did I forget to put it back?! Christian gets my attention.

"Bend over the bed, baby."

I do without hesitation or questioning like I would and want to. I'm bent over on the bed. On my elbows, feet on the floor, ass in the air. He rubs my backside.

"You have a beautiful ass, Anastasia. I've been wanting to claim it." I tense but stay quite. Claim my ass? Anal sex?! "As much as I'd love to fuck it now. As an anal virgin. We'll have to prepare your ass for me."

I no longer feel him. I can hear him moving around the room. As much as I'd like to know and see what he is doing, I stay in position. I feel him rub my ass again.

"Good girl." He murmurs. "Spread your legs."

He helps me open my legs wide, by using his foot. Kicking my feet apart with his, to spread them. I feel something cold drip on my behind and I jump at little but stay quiet.

"It's just lube, baby."

He rubs it on my ass and spreads it to my buttocks. He then inserts his finger. There! I gasp and tense.

"Just relax. Feel it, baby." He puts his other hand on my lower back and starts moving his finger in and out. I feel pressure. It's strange and foreign. After I'm use to it, the feeling is extraordinary, unlike anything I've felt before. I moan. "That's it, baby."

He takes his finger out. I feel him add more lubricant to my buttocks. Then he pushes something inside me. A butt plug?

"Ah!" I cry out.

"Relax, baby. Just feel it."

He moves it in and out just like his finger before, letting me get accustomed to the odd sensation. It's larger than his finger. He pushes it in and lets go.

"Stand up, baby." I do and turn around. Shoot, he didn't say turn around. Judging by his dark, lust filled eyes, he doesn't mind.

"How does that feel?" His voice full of want. Very husky.

I blush. "Good." I whisper.

He smirks. "Hold out your wrists, baby. I'm going to cuff you now."

I do. He walks over to get the leather cuffs he plans to use, coming back he puts them on me. He leads me to the center of the room. He lifts my hands above my head and hooks them to the grid like before. He walks over to his chest of toys and opens a drawer, taking out what look like clips. Coming back to me, he stands in front of me.

"You have beautiful breasts, Anastasia."

He fondles them and leans down to suck one of my nipples, making my insides clench deliciously. I tip my head back absorbing the pleasure, until I feel a slight pinch to my nipple. I look at my nipple. He's attached a nipple clamp to it. He starts sucking my other nipple and continues the process of attaching a nipple clamp.

"This is going to be intense, baby." He says taking off his bottoms and lifting me in his arms. "If it's too much, tell me." He enters me.

I moan out and he starts to move. The feeling is very intense, as he said it would be. Every time he thrusts into me, I can feel the butt plug. The feeling of him inside me, the butt plug, and the nipple clamps, it's overwhelming. I can already feel myself clenching around him. He grabs my head with one hand while the other holds me up. He kisses me roughly with carnal desire.

"Come!" He continues to kiss me with the same passion.

I come so hard and when he takes out the butt plug, it intensifies.

I scream out. "Ah... Sir!"

He continues thrusting into me

"Say my name, baby." He demands. I shake my head. "Say it!" He growls out.

"Christian. Christian!" He groans, and growls his release.

He takes off the nipple clamps. And I come again! Oh my god! I throw my head back. He kisses and sucks my neck.

"Oh, baby! Fuck!"

"CHRISTIAN!"

We're panting, coming down from our high. He pulls out of me. Still holding me in his arms, my legs still wrapped around him. He unhooks me from the ceiling. I let my hands drop, around his neck. I have no energy left from that. He carries me to the bed sitting me down and removes the leather cuffs, from my wrists. As soon at they're off, I collapse on the bed.

"How was that?" He asks, climbing on the bed to join me.

"I think... you're trying to kill me." I say, still breathless.

He chuckles and pulls me to him. He kisses my head.

"Death by orgasm. There are worse ways to go." He holds me in his arms.

"You can kill me like that anytime." He kisses my head and we snuggle laying together on the playroom bed.

I start to think. I told him he could do anything he'd like and he does that. It wasn't painful. And I had a mind-blowing orgasm. It was very intense, but not painful. I tried to be a good submissive for him, I know I still wasn't the best. But if that's what he does when I give him total control... Perhaps, I am enough. I remember the missing whip. I swear I put it back. I hope he hasn't noticed. I look to where it's suppose to go. Wait a minute. All the whips are gone. I look around the room, maybe he moved them. I don't see them. I also don't see any belts or canes. He notices me looking around the room.

"What are you look for?"

"Where are all your whips, canes, and belts?"

"I got rid of them."

"Why?"

"You didn't like them." He kisses my head. "They're a hard limit for you, so I took them out."

"You didn't have to do that, Christian." He shrugs.

"I want you comfortable in here when we play."

"Comfortable?"

"Yes. I want you to behave however you want in here. You're not my submissive, baby. I don't want you as a submissive. This, from now on, is just kinky sex between lovers. I love looking into your eyes, watching you come. I love when you scream my name. I love-"

I cut him off by launching myself at him. He quickly reacts, spinning around and pinning me beneath him. We're looking into each other's eyes, nothing but desire and want showing in them.

"What else do you love, Christian?" I ask breathlessly. Wanting more. Wanting him.

"You." He says and kisses me.

We get lost in each other again on the playroom bed.