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Christian's POV:
Ana and I went our separate ways this morning after I dropped her off at work. I made sure to beef up our security when Ana started working at Grey Publishing, but after the kidnapping I got the best security system money can buy. I also added extra measures at every exit at Grey Publishing. No one can get in or out without my knowledge. I sold my club, Trinity, and bought a new club called, 'Fifties'. I don't want anything to do with the place that Ana got kidnapped in, thinking about that night sends chills down my spine.
I cancelled my first morning meeting, so I can talk with my father. He's going to be defending Ana, and I need to know what's going on. I meet him at the breakfast place across from his office building, he has a meeting at lunch with Ana, but doesn't think I should be there.
"Good morning son glad to see your doing better." My father says giving me a hug.
"You too dad." We make small talk while we wait for our server. I order the ham and cheese omelet and he orders eggs benedict.
"I have good and bad news."
"Oh please tell me they didn't get bail." No one in my family would be safe if they did, I don't know what judge would grant them bail, but if he someone did I will have his ass.
"That's the good news; they didn't get bail. The bad news is Ana has to testify." I didn't want her to, but I figured she had to.
I merely shrug, and he continues talking.
"Jack's looking at 25 to life for kidnapping where the person kidnapped was injured. Elena is looking at 25 to life for kidnapping, 25 to life for sex with a minor, and 5-25 for assault with a deadly weapon. She is going to be in prison for life."
"That's the best news I've heard all day."
"I think everyone is going to be happy with that news." My father says and gives me a smile, but you can see in his eyes that he's hurt.
"How's mom? I haven't spoken to her since the hospital."
"She's doing the best she can right now. You know your mother Christian, she blames herself for everything that happened. She was also betrayed by her best friend." This isn't her fault though.
"How about Ana and I come over for dinner tonight or you can come to ours' later on." I say. I really need to know my mother is alright. None of this was her fault and it's not fair that she's putting all this crap on herself. She saved me for fuck's sake, she never hurt me in anyway and I don't want her to think she did. What makes this worse is the fact that both her sons were targeted.
"Thank you Christian that sounds wonderful. We can come over after she's done her shift. Maybe you could invite the whole Grey gang?" A calm family dinner would be nice right now.
"I think that would be wonderful."
"Great I have to get going, but I'll see you tonight." My father heads to the counter and pays he bill. I walk back to work and E-mail Ana.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: How are you?
Date: November, 19th ,2013
To: Anastasia Steele
How is work? I hope you are adjusting well and not using your arm too much. My family is coming over for diner tonight, is that alright with you?
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprise Holdings, Inc
I am going over the contract for my newest deal when my laptop pings.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Over protective boyfriends
Date: November, 19th ,2013
To: Christian Grey
I am perfectly fine Christian. I know you worry a lot, it's in you nature, and I love that about you. I look forward to dinner with the Grey's and my father.
Anastasia Steele
Perfectly fine editor, Grey Publishing
I smile and hit reply.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Over intelligent girlfriends
Date: November, 19th ,2013
To: Anastasia Steele
Sometimes I think you're too smart for your own good. I'll pick you up after work.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprise Holdings, Inc
Once I hit send her reply is almost instant.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Did you . . .
Date: November, 19th ,2013
To: Christian Grey
Just figure that out? I look forward to seeing you after work ;) . . . What time is your family coming?
Anastasia Steele
Editor, Grey Publishing
After that last e-mail from Ana, getting through the rest of my day is hard. During every meeting all I could think about was taking Ana over my knee spanking her, then fucking her, sweat dripping down her writhing curves. At five I practically run out of my office building and jump into the car. When we reach Grey Publishing Ana is sitting there waiting and climbs in with me.
I unclasp my seat-belt and pull her into me. "I've wanted to do this all day." I say before kissing her hard on the lips.
She pulls away and gives me a funny look.
Ana's POV:
I pull away from Christian and try to look as serious as possible.
"What's wrong?" He looks generally concerned.
"I'm just not in the mood," I say deadpan.
The look on Christian's face right now is priceless, he looks like he's staring into my soul trying to figure out if I'm joking, or not. I pull out my phone and snap a picture, which makes him more confused.
"I'm fucking with you Christian." His gray eyes turn darker.
"Funny joke, but now you have to answer to my twitchy palm." He says with his Dom grin plastered on his face. This was exactly what I was hoping for.
"Are you up for a playroom session?" Christian asks both worried and excited.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I understand I've been through some trauma, but this is sex.
"Well you were saying to Flynn yesterday that you felt like a victim."
"Christian there's a difference between consensual sex and abuse."
We make out the rest of the drive home and when we get out of the elevator he says
"Playroom in ten minutes." He is now in full Dom mode, and I bite my lip in anticipation.
"Can I maybe dress a little different for you?" I give him my best puppy dog eyes.
"Maybe this one time I can make an exception." He gives me a kiss and I run upstairs. I take all of my shirts out of the drawer and grab the bullet playsuit I bought when I went shopping. I slip it on with a pair of black pumps, put away my shirts and throw on my robe. I peek out the door to make sure no one's there before running into the playroom. I fold the robe and place it in the corner before getting into my submissive stance. I sit there beside the door with my legs spread, hands on my thighs and my head down.
Christian walks through the door and right past me. He doesn't stop or look at me just walks to his chest of treasures, straight on past.
Even though this isn't our first trip to the playroom my stomach is in knots. I don't know if it's everything that has happened with the kidnapping, or me not knowing what's about to happen.
Buck up Steele, you wanted this! She does make and excellent point.
Once Christian has everything planned, he slowly walks over to me. "Miss Steele." His soft baritone voice fills the room and my nerves are calmed.
"Did you buy that for me?"
"No I bought it for someone else, but he was busy tonight, Sir." Bad idea Steele.
"You'll regret that." He says in a harsh tone and I already do "Stand!" He barks at me and I am on my feet before I can fully register his command. He circles around me and my eyes follow him. He looks good enough to eat in his washed-out jeans with the button undone. My anxiety is out the window and all I want right now is to run my fingers through his hair.
He grabs the lead attached to my playsuit "I like this it's very convenient."
He leads me to the centre of the room right under the suspension system, he walks away and puts on a one of his classical playlists.
"Arms up above your head" I slowly raise my arms and Christian attaches the cuffs to my wrists. He makes little adjustments to the chains, but they are still set to my height from the last time we used it. He runs his hands along my waist and down my legs. When he reaches my feet he tells me to spread my legs and I do as I'm told. My breathing gets heavier as Christian stands up and kisses me up and down my neck.
"I'm going to punish you now." He whispers in my ear and I swallow, hard. "Do you know why?" He asks.
"Because I told you I wasn't in the mood?" I say taking a shot in the dark.
"Partly." He says walking in front of me, "The other reason it for giving me sass in the playroom. And why don't we add another strike for not saying, 'Sir'". Oh, he is having way too much fun with this.
I expect him to grab a riding crop, but he doesn't. He walks behind me waits a few moments before he spanks me – Hard!
His slaps are solid and sting once his hand is gone. I keep biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain. In the moment, the pain is what takes me over. After it's all said and done though, all you really remember is the pleasure. Silly me. Each strike is harder then the last making my knees buckle, but the pain of his strikes and the gentle caress after sends pleasure to my core. I have missed this so much. One sting continues to the next, I've lost track of how many times he's hit me. Even though I'm enjoying myself I've almost reached my limit.
I don't know if I will ever get rid of the confusion that comes along with pain and pleasure. One moment blinding pain is coursing through my body and the next I feel like I'm going to burst with pleasure. I wonder if Flynn can give me an answer? The strikes stop and he continues to caress my backside.
"Very impressive" He says continuing to massage my arse.
He stops and braids my hair before coming around to face me. He pulls my panties to the side and thrust his fingers inside me. Holy shit!
"You're drenched." Christian says astonished. My whole body is on fire right now! My legs turn to jelly underneath me and I have trouble holding my own weight. "I forgot how much you liked being spanked."
He continues his assault on me. He slips his finger out and I'm about to ask why when he starts massaging my clitoris, which sends me over the edge. I am once again lost in a sea of sensation from Christian's touch. Once I come down from my orgasm he sticks his fingers in my mouth so I can taste my own juices.
He unfastens the restraints and carries me over to the bed. He doesn't wait a second before taking off my playsuit. He takes my nipple into his mouth. My body is still on fire from my orgasm, but I am ready for more. He switches to my other nipple and kisses down to my navel and back up to my lips. Sucking on my neck. Fuck it!
I flip him on his back and climb on top of him. "Excuse me" Christian says. "Shhhh..." and with that he's quiet. I pull his jeans off in one swift motion.
"No underwear, Sir?"
"I didn't see the point." I can't help but giggle.
I kiss him hard on the lips before running the tip of my tongue along his jawline and bite down on his earlobe. I kiss and nibble down his neck. I circle my tongue around his nipples and kiss down to his navel. I shimmy in between his legs and grab a hold of his already erect penis and make eye contact as I relax my throat and take him inside me and down my windpipe. Clearly Christian is enjoying himself from the moans coming from him. I take him in my mouth and use the usual tricks that he's always loved.
I place the head and the entrance of my womb and take all of him in me making us both moan in ecstasy. Christian controls the speed by using my hips to show me when I go up or down. He starts slow, but picks up the pace after a few thrusts. Our breathing is matched with each other. I am about to cum when Christian tells me to wait. I do my best not to, but it gets harder and harder. I bite down on his pectorals to stop myself, but no luck. I collapse as I explode around him. He continues to thrust, as he empties himself into me.
We lie there while we both catch our breath. Once we've calmed down I climb off him, and put on my robe. I throw his jeans to him, and he pulls them on as quickly as I pulled them off. I open the doors and look both ways to make sure Ray isn't outside. Christian and I run into our bedroom and take turns in the shower.
I blow dry my hair and pick out an outfit for tonight. Hmm.. what do I wear?
I'm not sure why, but I still think I need to impress the Grey's, though they have done nothing to make me think that. They have always been accepting of me from day one. I look back at the first time I met Grace in the hospital. Christian and I have been through so much crap since then, but it has only made us stronger. I pick out my bordeaux bead-neck dress with my REALOVE sandals. The dress is perfect because it hides the love bites and hickeys from Christian.
I turn around and see my loving boyfriend wearing a texture-striped shirt & raleigh washed flat front pants. I bite my bottom lip and look into his smouldering gray eyes. "Anastasia, my parents are going to be here any minute please stop doing that."
I stop immediately and get on my tip toe and kiss him while running my fingers through his beautiful copper hair. We walk down stairs hand in hand and see Ray is standing by the breakfast bar. I kiss him on the cheek and give him a hug. "Did you meet the Grey's at the hospital?" I ask my father.
"Yes I did, they are all lovely people." He says with a smile. It means so much to me that Ray likes the Greys. It would be hell if our two families didn't get along. Though, they haven't met Carla.
Elliot and Kate arrive first and she looks absolutely stunning. The next to arrive are Grace and Carrick, then Mia and Ethan. Everyone looks amazing this evening. We sit down at the dining room table, drink wine and talk.
As I sit I jump and whine. My arse is still sore from the spanking Christian gave me earlier. I carefully sit back down and all eyes are on me. Christian has a devilish smirk on his face and Kate and Elliot look at me like they know what's going on, but Grace and my father look generally concerned.
"Are you okay Ana?" Grace asks me.
"I'm fine I slipped getting out of the shower and landed hard on my butt I'll be fine." I reassure her and Christian starts laughing hysterically. His laugh is booming throughout the room. My face goes bright red.
After he settles down he says "It was hilarious I ran to her side to make sure she was okay, but once I could tell she was fine I couldn't stop laughing." Smooth. Cover your tracks.
"When is you're book coming out Anastasia?" Kate asks rescuing me by changing he subject. I only told Kate my father and Christian.
"Friday actually."I say with a smile. Everyone takes there turn congratulating me.
"What's your book about?" Grace asks.
"It's an autobiography of my life, but focusing on the mental illness factor of it all." I say proudly. I'm not ashamed of my past anymore. I won't let him take another second of my life. "That's very brave." Carrick adds.
I smile and thank him.
We eat a lovely meal that Gail has prepared, drink and talk. When we're done Christian pulls Elliot into his office to talk about something. I take this opportunity to catch up with Kate. We grab our coats from the front hall closet and step out on to the balcony.
"Holy shit it's cold as a witches teat" I say.
"I know."
"how have you been Kate."
"Really good. I still have the apartment, but I basically live with Elliot."
"I'm happy for you."
"How's Christian?"
"He's good I know he blames himself for what happened, but it's not his fault."
"I understand. I'm just going to jump to it . . . You didn't fall did you? Christian still practices the BDSM lifestyle doesn't he?" I don't know what to say. I know Christian told everyone, but I signed the NDA.
"Yes. Don't tell Christian. I signed an NDA so I need to make sure it's okay."
"Don't worry. Elliot's still into it. That's how I knew you didn't fall." This just got really weird.
"Is it confusing for you to?" I ask hoping I'm not the only one.
"Yes it is. Elliot say's it will go away eventually."
We talk about our experiences for a little while longer then Elliot comes to retrieve Kate so they can go home. We say good night and Christian and I get into bed.
Christian's POV:
Earlier Elliot asked me to talk, but I was not expecting him to call me out on my lifestyle. He know I was still doing it and confessed that he does still. He even said I should take it easy, but I reassured him that I didn't go past her limits I even showed him my bite mark from Ana. This is so fucked up! How could she do this to me? I thought she was helping me. I thought I was special. I thought she was helping me with my problems and helping me get back on track. She was nothing, but a child-molester. I have to come to terms with the fact that I was sexually abused and it kills me. I have lived my life thinking she saved me. Am I that blind that I thought a child-molester saved me? There's no point in trying to sleep. I go downstairs, sit on my piano bench and begin to play. I go from one song to the next not stopping to think. I play until my fingers are sore then I crawl into bed. I fall asleep immediately, but my sleep in restless.
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