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Anastasia POV
I walk out of Mr. Grey's office with a spring in my step. I've never been this content with a Dom, and I feel like he's different from the rest. Mr. Grey has been strict and temperamental, but he's taken care of my needs. I enjoy our time together, and at times, I never want it to end.
My only issue is that he wants me to become a TPE submissive. He already has my submission, so I don't understand why he needs this extra step. We spend some time apart, but I'm at his beck and call before I go to work and when I get off. Some weekends are off limits, but other than that, we've worked out a good schedule. That should suffice, right?
I've never thought to question him and his needs because everytime we talk about it, he doesn't seem pleased that I do not agree with what he wants. But I'm glad that for now, he isn't pushing me to become a TPE and is hopefully enjoying our time together as much as I am.
He hasn't brought up that arrangement for maybe a week or two, so I'm relieved. I think he can sense my frustration sometimes, but he chooses not to bring up the subject.
"I need two sparkling waters with a splash of cranberry and squeeze of lime for Mr. Grey and me please, Alice," I tell the bartender with a smile on my face as she nods and goes to grab the drinks. I take a seat at the bar as I wait, thinking about the things Mr. Grey was doing to my body earlier.
I disobeyed him on purpose because I just love it when he's alpha, in control, and so dominant.
It's so fucking hot.
"Why are you blushing a delicious shade of red, Ana Steele?" A very familiar woman sits next to me and motions at the bartender.
"It's nothing," I mumble and feel my cheeks heating up. "I'm just ordering a drink."
"The look on your face tells me that it isn't just nothing," she states suggestively, and I can't help but heat up even more. "I'm wondering if it has to do with Grey, your Master." She winks, then scoots closer to me, "or is it because I'm in this tight leather bodysuit and you are refusing to look my way because you know that I look so fucking good right now?" she says huskily.
God, the way she talks is so… sexy.
"No," I answered abruptly. "I was just thinking about the things Mr. Grey and I were doing before I came to the bar." I try to dismiss the conversation, but words continue to come out before I can stop them. "So what if I call him Master? That's what he wants to be called, and I don't mind calling him that. I like it. Why are you so concerned all the time?" I snap.
"You know only slaves call their Doms 'Master,' right?" she bites back. I don't understand why she's so concerned about my agreement with Mr. Grey. It's none of her business.
"It's per our agreement, so if he wants to be called as such, I will. But I'm no slave. Do you understand?" I exclaim. "I shouldn't even be discussing this with you." I bite my tongue, not willing to get into this with her again.
"I just love seeing you all worked up. You're so… cute," she smirks.
I blush profusely at her words.
I hate how she affects me like this, but I just can't help it.
Kate Kavanagh is a Mistress and has been a member here for I'm not sure how long. She's so damned hot, and I can't help but notice her when she walks into the room. There's something about her that is so attractive, and I can't help but always wonder what would be like to have a Mistress. Kate would possibly be the only Mistress I'd be willing to give my submission to. I've never outright told her, but I'm sure she knows. Which is why she always talks to me, flirts with me, and talks about Mr. Grey whenever she gets the chance.
But my submission belongs to him.
I wouldn't betray that.
"I know my boundaries, Ms. Ana Steele. While I know at times, I can be a bit… forward. I just want to let you know that whenever your agreement ends with Mr. Grey, I'll be here. You know what nights I attend and that I do enjoy exhibition just as much as you seem to. So, I'll leave that up to you. Until next time, angel." Kate grabs her drink from the bartender and saunters off without letting me say another word.
I'm in utter shock as I watch her walk away with my jaw dropped down to the floor. I've never had a Domme express such interest in me. It's flattering. Also, her term of endearment is nice, but I love being Mr. Grey's 'kitten.'
I'm his.
"Here are your drinks, Miss Steele. I'm sorry it took awhile; I need to have my bar back grab some cranberry juice from our supply closet," she explains nervously.
"It's no problem, Alice. Thank you." I give her a small smile, grab the drinks, and head towards Mr. Grey's office.
As I'm walking toward his office, I hear shouting.
"Don't fuck with me, Clayton. She's mine. How many times have I told you that? You had your chance with her, and you blew it. You tried to go against her hard limits. Did you really expect her to stay with someone like you?!" His voice is full of rage and anger. "You dare come back to my club and storm into my office with your bogus arguments. Get over yourself, Clayton. You need to move along because Anastasia is mine and only mine. I have no intention of letting her go." I smile at his affirmation. He doesn't want to let me go. I'm too afraid to walk in and interrupt their conversation, so I decide to stay close to the door but not make a peep.
"What the fuck are you trying to insinuate, Grey? We were testing her limits in the privacy of my home, and I thought I'd turn the heat up, so to speak. I had no idea that the bitch was completely against knife play. I thought we could have fun; I didn't expect her to safeword. I had no idea that she'd want to end our arrangement over something so stupid. I just thought we could try something new and spice things up," my previous Dom, Paul, tries to explain to Mr. Grey, and all it does is anger me.
How fucking dare he?
This is why I no longer do 'private' scenes where it's not somewhere safe with witnesses nearby. Paul fucked it up for me, and I don't know if I can forgive him for it.
"Well, too fucking bad, you dumb fuck. You went against her limits. How many times do I have to bring that up? You made the assumption. You fucked up. When someone tells you they don't want a knife anywhere near their body, that means no. So why don't you just get another submissive and move the fuck on? I'm tired of hearing your bitching. You're acting like a little pussy-whipped bitch about all of this. It's been how long since the agreement ended?"
"You know what, Grey? Fuck you! Fuck that bitch! Fuck this club!" Paul hisses. "I don't need to come here and ask about Ana Steele. I damn well know you're fucking her. You guys have been doing exhibition every Friday and Saturday for weeks. I've watched. The bitch is so wet, so tight isn't she?" He yells, and then all I hear is a choking sound.
I take a peek into the office, and I'm shocked at the sight in front of me. Mr. Grey has his hands wrapped around Paul's neck and has him pushed up against the wall.
"If I ever hear you talk about my submissive or any woman like that again, I will have your reputation ruined. Although, you've done that pretty much on your own now, haven't you?" A chill goes down my spine as I hear the distaste in his voice as he threatens Paul. "What's wrong? Cats got your tongue?" All I hear is a strained cough. "Don't you dare come at me in my club and talk to me with such disrespect. You pride yourself as a Dominant, but you're nothing but a fucking fake asshole." He spits, and I hear Paul continuing to grasp for air. "I'm serious, Clayton. You don't want to fuck with me. Stay away from Anastasia. I never want her to hear her name come out of your filthy mouth, again." I hear a thud, and I flinch. "Consider your membership revoked."
I hear shuffling, and suddenly Taylor, the doorman, comes rushing to Mr. Grey's office. "I want this piece of shit out of my office! He is no longer welcome in my club, and if I ever see his face here again, heads will be rolling. I'm not fucking around, Taylor. I put you at the door for a reason, and I do not want to be disappointed," he says, and a 'yes, sir' is said out loud along with shuffling going around.
I compose myself with the drinks in my hand. As I prepare to walk in, Taylor opens the door with one hand gripping Paul's forearm. We share a glance for a brief moment, and fear rushes through my body.
"Oh, here's the bitch. Are you here to spread your legs wide for Grey, princess?" A smirk plays on his face, and I feel myself shrinking. Paul has always been somewhat nasty with his words, sometimes to the point that they feel like knives cutting into me. His words have stuck with me, haunted me, and hurt me in more ways than I'd ever been able to express.
I hate him for it.
I'm mustering up as much confidence as I can to say something when I hear Mr. Grey's voice.
"Did I just hear you address my submissive?" He roars as he once again takes Paul by the neck and pushes him against the wall where I happen to be standing. The drinks fall to the ground, and I begin to shake. "Didn't I just tell you never to insult my submissive or any woman for that matter." Mr. Grey's chilling tone causes me to shake more.
The unpleasant words that Paul used to say to me begin to repeat in my head, and I can't control my emotions any longer. I start to retreat to the other side of the wall and slump to the ground, hugging myself. Every negative thing he's ever said to me is now echoing like a mantra in my mind. My vision becomes blurry as my heart begins to race.
"You're nothing but a beat up whore that I sink my dick into whenever I fucking want."
"Why the fuck is anal play a hard limit for you? Can you not handle it?"
"I'm your Dominant. I'm in control, always. You will do as I please even if you don't fucking like it. You're like my sex toy, and that's all your good for."
"I've had submissives that were so much sexier than you. I don't even know why I'm still with you. I should just drop you, but I love to torture you."
Everything keeps replaying in my head, and I know I'm losing my self-control. A sob escapes from my chest, and I can no longer keep the tears at bay. I close my eyes and try to control my breathing, deep breathes in and out.
"You need to leave and leave now. I'm not fucking around anymore, Clayton. This was the last straw. You will no longer have access to any BDSM club in the state of Washington, trust me. You're as good as toast," Mr. Grey snarls, and I quickly open my eyes. Taylor has Paul by the arm again and is dragging him out of the hallway. Paul is bloody and bruised, while Mr. Grey is rolling down his sleeves.
I stare at him with newfound admiration, unable to move.
My savior, my Dominant.
"Kitten," his voice softens as I watch him approach me slowly. "Are you okay, my kitten?" He kneels in front of me as soon as he reaches me. I nod my head, and he tenderly runs the back of his hands on my left cheek.
I melt into his touch.
"Yes, Master. I'm so sorry about coming back so late, the drinks spilling, and-" He silences me with his finger.
"Kitten, I don't want you to apologize. Unless there's something you aren't telling me, then I don't want another apology coming out of the pretty mouth of yours." He wiggles his eyebrow at me, and I catch his sexual innuendo. "It was Clayton's fault, but he's been dealt with, I assure you." He takes my hand gently, and I stand up. "Let's go back to the office. Forget about the drinks. I'll have Alice come and deliver some for us." He flashes me a smile, and I know that I'm blushing.
"Thank you for being so understanding, Master."
"Only this once," he winks at me as we head towards his office. As soon as we enter the office and he closes the door, I find myself pushed up against it with his lips devouring mine. "You are mine!" he whispers aggressively against my lips. "Even when we have a crowd of people watching us when we scene on stage, your body, your submission… it belongs to me." I want to say something, but every time I do, his lips glue back to mine in a searing, hot kiss.
I'm beginning to feel dizzy.
He pulls away from my lips and stares straight into my eyes. His eyes are full of carnal lust and animalistic need. His large hand grasps my throat and tightens slightly.
It's uncomfortable, but I can breathe.
It's fucking hot.
"I want you to remember, to know who you belong to, kitten." He demands as his grip on my throat becomes tighter, and it turns me the fuck on. "You like that?" I want to speak, but I can't. So instead, I nod. He cups my pussy with his hand and applies pressure, "I love your pussy, kitten. Now I want to see it bare." He begins to loosen his grip on my throat. "I want you to strip for me."
"Yes, Master," I gasp, and he lets go of my throat completely, then kisses me ever so gently on the lips. He goes to his desk and grabs his chair, placing it in the middle of his office.
He takes a seat, and I compose myself for a few moments as I watch him, transfixed by the alpha-man sitting in front of me. As soon as he nods, my eyes drop respectfully to the floor, and I begin to strip for my Master.
I'm naked as the day I was born and feeling a little naughty.
"May I approach you, Master?" I purr.
"Slowly. I want you to approach me slowly. I want to watch your hips sway as you walk. I want to watch your hair fall freely against your beautiful, pale skin. I want to watch your tits jiggle. I'm committing this to memory as I watch your magnificent body approach me. I want you to walk so painfully slow that the anticipation sets you on fire. It's as if everything is happening in slow motion. Everything you feel will be heightened because you know how much I want you," he says huskily. "Go on, kitten. Come to Master's lap. I'm eager to have you now that we're alone." I hear him pat his leg and I begin to walk the way he describes.
I'm committing this to memory, too. In this very moment, I feel... powerful. I do this to him.
No one else does.
He makes me feel confident, sexy and wanted.
I take a seat on his lap, and he growls as he grabs onto my butt cheek and latches onto my neck.
"I fucking love your ass, have I told you that, kitten? Have I told you how much I love your body?" He begins to suck hard on the pulse point of my neck, and I lean away to give him more access. "You love it when I leave marks on your body, don't you? You love it when I claim your body as mine." He sinks his teeth into my neck and bites gently.
"Y-y-yes, Master," I replied huskily.
"Want to play, kitten?" He takes another bite to my neck and then sucks hard.
"If it pleases you, Master."
"Oh, I'd love to play. I always love to play with you. Do you want to hear the many things I'd do to your delicious body?" he murmurs as he kisses down my neck.
I don't speak; I'm so lost in the sensations.
"I didn't hear you, kitten. You know I don't like to be ignored."
"Sorry, Master. I'm just… I'm enjoying your lips on me."
He begins to leave marks on my boobs, then latches onto my nipple, and grazes it with his teeth causing them to harden even more. "That's no excuse, kitten. If you don't answer me, I'll stop, and there will be no play time. Do you want that?"
"No. I want to play, Master," I quickly reply.
"Very well. Stand up and get into position. I'd like to tie you up and suspend you."
I scoot off of his lap, then kneel with my palms resting upwards and eyes downcast. I hear him walking around his office as I sit there quietly, waiting for the next round of instructions. As soon as I hear the closet door shut, there's a knock on the office door.
"WHAT?!" Mr. Grey barks. "I am busy right now!"
"Mr. Grey, it's Taylor. I think it's best that we speak face to face." I can hear the seriousness in Taylor's voice, and it doesn't sound good.
"For fuck's sake! Didn't I tell you that I'm busy right now?" Mr. Grey barks again and throws a blanket in my direction. "Stand up!" I comply, "Put that on for now and sit on the couch quietly." He demands and acts quickly then sit on the couch in the corner.
"I swear to God, Taylor! This better be good fucking news, or I swear, I'll fire your ass!" He opens the door, and Taylor enters swiftly and takes a seat without acknowledging me. Mr. Grey takes a seat behind his desk. "Go on. Speak, Taylor! I don't have all day! I've got things to fucking do. This couldn't wait for the team meeting we have before the club opens for the night?" He starts to tap his finger on the desk, which is a sign that he is completely and utterly pissed the fuck off.
"As you requested, Paul Clayton's membership has been revoked. I made sure Sawyer got onto that immediately."
"Great. That fucker doesn't deserve to be permitted into any club in Washington."
"I agree. But what concerns me is the way he looked at Miss Steele and the things he said." Taylor looks into my direction with a face full of concern. I take the blanket that's wrapped around me and wrap it tighter.
"What?! What did he say? Just come out with it, Taylor. My patience is wearing thin."
"He threatened to kidnap Miss Steele if that's what it takes. He kept on repeating how she is his and that just because you've revoked his membership, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have eyes and ears in the club."
My ears perk up to the mention of 'kidnap' and 'eyes and ears.' I close my eyes and begin to practicing my breathing techniques. I need to calm down. This is no place to have a panic attack.
Once I open them back up, I'm staring into the darkest shade of gray. The look on Mr. Grey's face is murderous. I can see the rage in his eyes; his expression is full of anger and hate.
"He threatened my submissive? Is he fucking insane? I'll kill the fucker!" He seethes. "Leave my office, NOW!" He looks directly into Taylor's eyes and points to the door. "We will address this during the team meeting. For now, I want you to assist Luke with looking into the other members. If there are any red flags, I want their file pulled to the side."
Taylor nods and walks out the office.
"Kitten, come here, NOW!" Mr. Grey yells, and I immediately walk over to his desk. "I want you to have a seat. We have something we need to discuss," he growls, and I take a seat in hopes not to upset him further.
"Yes, Master?" I ask nervously.
"You heard what Taylor has just mentioned. Your life is being threatened. Clayton is obviously not going to stop. He's a sick bastard, and I will not let him get anywhere near you."
"I understand, Master. Thank you for the concern."
"That's not all. I think this is the best time that we talk about the TPE arrangement. I think that would be best while Clayton is out there."
"But Master I-"
"Why but, Miss Steele?"
Oh, I'm Miss Steele now?
"I just… I still am not okay with a TPE agreement. I don't feel like it's necessary. I can take care of myself," I explain, annoyed by this subject being brought up again.
He's trying to find an excuse to use this situation to his advantage. I understand that Paul is a loose cannon, but I think I can take care of myself. I don't need to be at Mr. Grey's mercy twenty-four seven. He already has me most of the days out of the week, but to be his submissive at all times of the day… That won't do. I still have a life outside of our agreement, out of this club.
He doesn't seem to understand that.
"Mr. Grey, I am touched that you are concerned about my safety, but I think I can handle myself pretty well. I have security in the lobby of my apartment and cameras as well. They have a list of approved visitors, and Paul is definitely not one of them. So don't worry, Mr. Grey. I'll be safe." I explain. "I don't think we should rehash this subject because my decision still stands. I know you don't particularly like my answer, but you will respect it."
"Are you sure, Ms. Steele? The TPE arrangement would be prudent in light of the threats being made. Please, consider this."
"I have considered it, and it's still a no, Mr. Grey. I'm fine, happy even, with our current arrangement. I wouldn't change a thing," I express sternly while hoping this is the last mention of that. I know he'll never agree with my decision, but I'd appreciate it if he would take my 'no' as a final 'no.'
"Fine, but-"
"Mr. Grey." I clear my throat and raise my shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes. "I do enjoy being your submissive, don't get me wrong. I don't mind being under your control in this office and at this club. But outside of this place, I have a life. It's a life that I would like to live freely. Surely you understand that. I'm not a slave, and I never will be."
"I'm not asking you to be a slave. I'm asking you to consider-" I cut him off by putting my hand up. I don't care if he finds this disrespectful; I don't think he understands me.
"If we were to have a TPE arrangement, I'd be under your control both in and outside of the scene, yes?"
He nods.
"And even while I'm at work or hanging out with friends, you'd still have control over me, yes?"
He nods.
"And I'd have to make your every meal and wait for you to come home, yes?"
He nods, again.
"Well, you see my problem here. I don't want to be controlled outside of this club. I don't want to have to answer to your every whim. I am not your doll, your maid, your slave, or anything like that. Yet that's what it seems like the arrangement you want entails. I've read over that contract when you asked me the last couple of times, and it's not at all appealing to me."
He stays silent for a few moments, not saying a word but just looking at me.
"Fine. Have it your way, Ms. Steele." His jaw clenches as he's furiously tapping his fingers away on his desk. "I want what's best for you."
What's best for me? He thinks that's what's best for me?
"Well, I think I'll head home and get ready for tonight's scene, Mr. Grey. I don't think I'm needed here." I'm done with this conversation. I get up from my seat, grab my clothes, and quickly put them on.
"Very well." He stands from behind his desk and walks towards the door. "I do have a couple of things to do that don't require your presence, although I expect you back at seven pm. You'd better be ready, Ms. Steele. I didn't have my way with you earlier, and I will tonight. You can count on it." He walks out the office slamming the door.
He's acting like such a man-child.
As I exit the club, I can't help but think about how good my day was, and now it's left me frustrated.
I understand that Mr. Grey wants to do the arrangement that he sees fit. But he needs to realize that it's something that I don't want to do. If Mr. Grey keeps pressing the matter, I'm going to have to rethink our arrangement.
I love submitting to him, but I'm not willing to commit to being his submissive every minute of the day.
If he thinks anything will convince me otherwise, he has another thing coming.
Oh, Mr. Grey! ;) I seriously love writing him! It's so different and fun! I know, Christian is an ass. But please trust me. The journey I have planned for both CG/AS gives them room for growth!
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