A/N: Thank everyone for following my story.

My mother, who is one of those people that simply gets everything horribly wrong, adding laughter after a stressful day, asked me the other day as I was writing this chapter when I'm going to be done with "Fifty Shades of heaven". Even my sister, who refuse to read anything in English, especially if it's not work related, burst out laughing.

For those who thought that I abandoned my stories… rest assured, even though life got in the way recently, I will continue with Saving Fifty Shades as well as Eight months.

Lindsay, thank you for your message, I think I just needed a bit of a push.

On the preview of Fifty Shades of Grey... what the hell were they thinking? Christian is supposed to be a super hot billionaire and it's not as if they didn't have the right amount of hotness to choose from. Even Damon from Vampire Diaries would have been a better choice.

Important: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to the very talented E.L. James.

Ana POV:

Dinner was pleasant and Mia did a great job with the food. I thought this night would be uncomfortable, but it was the opposite. When Christian announced that it was time for us to go home due to Kate and me leaving early in the morning, it sounded strange and yet so right. Grace looked close to tears at his announcement. Kate seemed to have calmed down, but I'm sure that if Elliot knew her like I did, he would not be in such a hurry to get out of here. Their drive home will be anything but pleasant.

After hugs and kisses and a promise to have dinner again soon, we finally leave just before ten. When Christian puts his hand on my knee and moves up, taking my dress with him, I blush just thinking about my underwear again. I completely forgot about that until right this minute.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you, Anastasia." He says softly and I try to stop his hand, but it's too late judging by his gasp. "Fuck Ana, are you wearing a garter belt?"

"Uhm… yes… I thought that you would like it." I whisper, unsure about revealing the outfit I bought just to prove a point to Kate who thought that something more conservative would be better suited.

"I do. You bought this today?" he asks and I'm tempted to tell him that it's something I had for a long time, but then think better of it when I remember his temper. He seems to be very possessive and even though he knows that I was a virgin until him, I don't think a joke like that will go down well.

"Yes, when I went shopping with Maya and Kate."

"Let's get you home then."

I didn't take the ever-so-cautious Christian Grey as a speeding man, but we arrived at our apartment long before Kate and Elliot. Taylor even phoned Christian to find out if everything was alright. When I step through the apartment door, I'm swept off my feet by Christian who kicks the door closed behind us. Seconds later we are in my room and he puts me gently on my feet before he goes to sit on the bed in front of me.

"Show me," he says while removing his jacket, shoes and socks.

I loosen the belt of my wrap dress, but grab onto it before it opens completely. Considering that I gave my virginity to this man, I'm suddenly ridiculously shy.

"You never have to be shy with me, Ana. Show me what you are hiding under that dress." He coaxes, removing his shirt to reveal that delicious body of his. The fact that I will never get to run my hands over his chest is depressing and I let my eyes flow over his body to get rid of the thought.

Without a shirt and barefoot with only his jeans still on, he crooks a finger to call me closer. Mindlessly, I walk until I'm standing between his legs. Somewhere between his broad shoulders, well defined abs and sexy feet, my brain got overloaded and must have shut down. He puts his hands over mine and tug until the dress is free, exposing the front of my body. Very slowly, he moves his hands over my stomach and chest to my shoulders where he pushes the dress off my shoulders until it falls to the ground.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he asks breathlessly. "You bought this for me?"

"Yes," I whisper and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Lucky for you, and my family, I did not see this before we left as I would have cancelled. Now, turn in order for me to see my present, but don't take off the shoes."

I take a step back and do as he told me to. When I'm facing him again, he gets up to stand in front of me. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy and confident. It's like I'm the best thing he's ever seen even though I know that it can't be true. I never thought that a simple thing like a look from the right man will have such a huge affect on me.

"You look stunning, Anastasia." With his hand on my lower back, he pulls me towards him until I can feel his erection pushing against my stomach. "Feel how much I want you, baby. The outfit, although very sexy and nice to look at, is not what turns me on. It's the woman wearing the outfit that I can't get enough off. Don't forget that." I nod, reminded again that he might not be perfect, but he is pretty damn close. "Are you wet for me? Do you want me as badly as I want you?" he asks, lips brushing my ear, possibly sending my heart rate into triple digits. Even though the anticipation of what is to come is exciting, I honestly just want to be with him. When his hand reaches its destination, he momentarily freezes.

"It seems that you are full of surprises today, Anastasia. Maybe it will be best if you got onto the bed." I nod again and during the five seconds it takes me to get to the bed, dressed like a slut in high heels, I find my inner goddess that must have been in hiding and decide to milk this for all its worth. We won't see each other for the next couple of days so I might as well give him something to remember me by.

I get onto the bed on my hands and knees and crawl slowly to the middle of the bed. His sharp intake of breath tells me that he has an interesting view, but now is not the time to be shy. I turn and get onto my back, resting on my elbows. The bold attitude must have emerged with the appearance of my inner goddess as I throw my hair back. Remembering what he told me, I deliberately bite my lower lip as well. I must admit that I'm thoroughly pleased with the reaction I got for my little show.

Christian is staring at me with eyes dark enough to appear almost black. When he composes himself, he removes his jeans and underwear in one move and walks over to the bed. I chose this moment to open my bend legs and give him a clear view of my new thong.

"You're playing with fire, Anastasia." He says, getting onto the bed and kneeling between my legs.

"I simply got onto the bed like you told me to." I say coyly, batting eyelashes and licking my lip before biting down on it again.

"Do you know what happens to girls who play with fire?" One wicked finger entered through the slit of the thong and is circling the opening of my sex. I'm torn between wanting him not to stop and begging him to please just skip the foreplay.

"They get burned?" I finally get out, knowing that it can't possibly be the answer he wanted. He shakes his head and his finger stops. Keeping his finger on my sex, he leans forward and places the other hand next to me, looking me in the eye.

"They get fucked," and his finger enters me, "hard and fast," another finger joins in his efforts to drive me insane. "I have been thinking about making love to you all day, but do you want me to fuck you first, Ana?" he asks as he turns his hand, bends his fingers and starts to rub against that spot on the front wall of my vagina again. How does he even know about that little spot? I didn't even know about it until yesterday. When I turned sixteen, my mother sat me down for "The Talk" with a book called "How sex works." I wonder if boys get a book "The woman's anatomy" or "A million ways to tease and please."

"Yes." I answer breathlessly and desperate for more than his finger… not that it doesn't feel good.

"Yes what?" he asks, but I'm not too sure what the correct response is, so I go for what I think he wants to hear. Honestly, I wouldn't discuss our relationship with Kate, but we definitely need to have a private conversation about sex.

"Yes, Sir?" And he stops kissing my neck. Maybe that was not the response he was looking for after all.

Christian POV:

I truly did not have a good day… despite the good moments. I was stressing about Elena saying something to Ana that she shouldn't. Elliot was pissing me off with an overload about what should be avoided when you are in a relationship… seeing that Ana my first girlfriend. At some things I wanted to hit him on the back of his head for simply being an ass. Even I know that some of the things that he learned the hard way are unacceptable and should be avoided. And to top off my day, Ana revealed her travel plans. Ironically… I finally find a woman I want to see as much as possible and it looks like I will only get to see her on weekends.

So... when she says 'Yes, Sir' I want to say 'Good girl', but I really don't want to spoil the mood and I'm not sure how she would react to that. So… I laugh. What else is there to do in this situation? I mean, this girl is nothing if not defiant and hearing 'Yes, Sir' out of her mouth is actually a bit funny.

"I was actually thinking along the line of 'yes, please', but that is really so much better." I tell her and lift my head to look her in the eyes. "Do you trust me, Ana?" I ask, not at all sure where I'm going with this, but maybe she will like a bit of playing.

"Yes." Her immediate answer makes me want to jump for joy and cower in shame at the same time. It hits me again that I firstly don't deserve her and I definitely don't deserve her trust, but she has given both to me freely, so I push the depressing thought out of me head. It's quickly replaced with things that I can do to her here. Since I've moved into Escala, I've never had sex outside of my playroom until last night. Ana is changing my entire life without even being aware of what she is doing to me.

"Can I tie your hands to the bed?" That's a start and a little bit of bondage will go well with the outfit she is wearing.

When she nods, I go to her drawers and I'm delighted when I find a couple of silk scarves. As gently as possible I tie her hands above her head with the blue scarf that matches the pretty little bows. When I'm confident that her hands are secure, but that her wrists won't get hurt, I sit between her legs again with my hands on her waist. She is definitely not afraid, but she does look a bit too tense for my liking. Even though this is new to her, I don't want her to feel anything but excitement and pleasure when we are together.

"Relax, baby. I promise that I will never hurt you. Any time you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say stop and I'll stop." I say, trying to get her to relax. She seems unsure of how to react to something that is so new to her. "I'm going to use this one to blindfold you, but you can ask me to remove it at any time, Ana." I know that it's sometimes easier in the beginning if you are told what is going to happen and I also feel the need to remind her again that she can stop this at any time. Not that I think it will change anything, but it would be great if we can slowly introduce some BDSM into this relationship. I will obviously never go as far as I used to with the subs.

I lean forward and kiss her softly on her lips to distract her and then slip the silk scarf around her head. She lifts her head for me to tie the scarf and I sit back to admire the view.

Dressed in black, hot as hell lingerie and high heels, she already looked sexy as fuck. But couple that with bound hands and the blindfold, and I almost come at the mere sight of her.

"You look hot, Ana." I whisper to her, running my hands from her ankles to her waist, careful to avoid any areas where she is aching for my touch. "Do you feel sexy, baby?" I ask, leaning forward to kiss her behind the ear. I've learned very quickly that it sends a shiver through her and she does not disappoint.

"Yes."

"Remember, Ana, when you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, all you have to do is say stop and I will." I remind her again, but she smiles and nods her head with her lip between her teeth. She looks as sinful as they come right now.

"Yes, Sir." She says again, releasing her lip only to run her tongue over it slowly.

There is only so much that a man can take and I know she is already wet, so I thrust into her hard. Anticipating her cries, I lean forward and kiss her, absorbing her moans as if it is my payment for making her feel good. As my thrusts get harder and faster, her moans get louder.

Everything about this girl turns me on to the point of pain. Her innocence, her hair, her eyes, her lips, her body… just her. Tonight, I have the added turn on of the silk of the thong scraping against my dick as I thrust in and pull out. Just thinking of the fact that she has been wearing this all night, at my parents house no less, makes me want to fuck her even harder. But she was a virgin yesterday, so I slow down to ensure she is okay.

When I lift myself to look at her, she is biting her lip again in an effort to keep from making too much noise with Elliot and Kate that should be home by now. When I slow down even more in order to enjoy the picture beneath me, her feet lifts from the bed and her legs wrap around me, pulling me towards her. I can feel the heels of the shoes digging into the back of my legs.

"Don't stop," I hear her say, but I'm slowly losing control and I'm trying very hard not to.

"I wasn't stopping… I'm enjoying the view… and I don't want to hurt you." I tell her and she tightens her legs around me.

"You're not. It feels good… you make me feel so good."

Ana POV:

Kate and I decided to drive back to Portland in her car and leave my car at Ray's house. We will be driving back together on Friday anyway, so driving back and forth in two cars is just pointless. When we arrive back at our apartment, its thirty minutes before my assignment is due and I rush out to get it submitted on time. This is what I get for spending the night with Christian last night. Leaving him this morning was more difficult than it should have been.

"Hello, Ana. I have to say that I've been looking forward to receiving your assignment. Not that I'm interested in the subject, but I am interested to see what you did with it." Professor Blade says as I enter his classroom. I can feel my blush.

"I'm pleased with my choice of topic and how it turned out. It was definitely interesting. I did manage to find a lady who was willing to discuss it with me." I hand him the assignment and reach inside my bag to check the time on my phone as he starts a discussion with another student.

When I don't find my phone inside my bag, I rush to Kate's car only to realize that I forgot my phone at home. Not only that, but I also forgot to let Christian know that we arrived safely. I still wanted to stop at the mall and just take some time to be on my own, but that won't be possible right now. I promised him that I would let him know the minute we arrive at home… several times.

"Ana, please phone Christian right now. And keep your phone with you at all times as I value my sanity. He has been driving me insane." Kate starts the minute I step into the apartment.

"Sorry, I forgot my phone. I'll phone him right away." I say already at my bedroom door and seeing the phone on my night stand. Four missed calls and messages? He must really be worried.

"Ana?" he answers on the first ring, relieve clear in his voice.

"I'm sorry for only phoning you now. When we got home I rushed to submit my assignment. I wanted to phone you when I was done and realized that I forgot my phone at home." I explain and after a brief pause, he goes off… just like I sort off expected.

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been? You said you would let me know as soon as you arrive home and you didn't. When I tried to phone you, the damn phone rings until it goes to voicemail. I had to phone Kate to ensure you arrived safely, Ana. I didn't…" I know it's rude and I don't normally do it, but I had enough of his overreaction, touching as it might me.

"Will you please calm down? Clearly I'm safe and I didn't phone you to get chewed out, I phoned to let you know I'm safe and also to hear your voice. It's only been a couple of hours, but I miss you already." It sounds ridiculous, but I actually do miss him. I think it's more the fact that there is no way to see him before Thursday that's getting to me. How did this happen? How did someone I hardly know become such an important part of my life overnight… literally?

"You miss me?" he asks as if it is something he can't grasp.

"Yes, I do."

"No one has ever said that they missed me before. I miss you too." He release a breath on a sigh and ironically I hold mine, unsure of what he is about to say. "I was very worried, Ana. If something happened to you…"

"Christian, I'm fine. I'm sure that your family has missed you before, but they don't feel comfortable saying it to you."

"Baby, I'm actually in the middle of a meeting. I will call you later. Please keep your phone with you." Distraction… seems that he always go for distraction whenever the conversation gets too personal or when I try to tell him that other people care about him.

"Sorry again for making you worry. I'll talk to you later." I end the call and fall backwards onto the bed.

Ten days ago I didn't even know that someone with the name Christian Grey exists. A week ago I couldn't get him out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. Now I don't know how to get through the next couple of days without seeing him. It sounds insane, even in my own mind, but it feels right.

Ironically, the girl without a job falls for the guy with more money than anyone can possibly spend in several lifetimes. Talk about feeling unworthy... What can I possibly offer him? What am I bringing into this relationship?

Christian POV:

It's only been two days. Two days and I'm tempted to just give up and go to Portland for the rest of the week. I don't speak to her nearly enough and I simply need to see her. As if these four days isn't enough to drive me insane, I've got four more to look forward to next week. That unfortunately will just not do. I cannot go another week without being close to Ana.

"Andrea, please come see me." I sound irritated and the poor woman is probably contemplating resigning after my mood the last two days. Being in New York yesterday did not bring her any quiet time and Ana's message this morning is only making my bad mood worse. The fact that Taylor has been unsuccessful to track her down in the last two hours… also not helping. How difficult can it be to track down one woman?

"Mr. Grey?" her soft voice fills my too-quiet office before she closes the ever-closed door behind her. How is it that I've lived like this as long as I can remember and it only irritates me today?

"Please sit down." After she takes a seat, I glance at the now-framed photo of Ana on my desk and smile before I can stop myself. "Please cancel my appointments for the rest of the week. I will be going to Portland shortly and will return on Friday evening. Also move all the important meetings for next week to Monday and clear Tuesday to Thursday. I will be back on Thursday afternoon and will confirm the time on Wednesday."

"Do I need to arrange accommodation for you?"

"Yes. The Heathman in Portland for tonight and tomorrow night. For next week Tuesday and Wednesday evening, please find accommodation for me in Atlanta. Accommodation will also be needed for Taylor during both trips and I will share the penthouse in the Heathman again with Elliot." I glance at my phone and there is only one text from Taylor.

"Still unsuccessful in tracking down Ms. Steele. Update again in twenty minutes."

"Andrea, also arrange for Charlie Tango to be prepared for take off as it seems that I might be flying to Portland sooner than planned. I might want to leave in less than an hour."

Andrea is still on her way out of my office when I grab my phone to call Elliot. Luckily, he answers on the first ring as I'm about to go nuclear. I can't even remember a time when I've felt like this. Helpless… I think the main feeling at the moment is helpless. I can't go off on Taylor as it's not his fault that he can't track that damn woman. I can't fight with Andrea as she did nothing wrong. Fighting with Elliot, who is also now worked up, will definitely not be a good idea.

"Bro, this is a pleasant surprise."

"Elliot, when last have you spoken to Kate?" I ask, worried and irritated.

"Last night. Why?"

"I've been unable to get in touch with Anastasia. Even Kate is not answering her phone. Taylor has also not been successful in tracking Ana. Jose's phone is also going directly to voicemail and Maya is not answering her phone. Jackson does not know where Kate and Ana could be as he has not spoken to them since yesterday morning." I give him a quick summary of what was done already. "I'm worried, Elliot."

"Fuck! How difficult can it be for women to keep their phones on? I tend to think that you overreact, because you normally do, but let me see if I can get hold of Kate and get back to you in a minute. I would get the chopper on standby for just in case. Not that I have time for this shit today since I'm taking tomorrow off." He ends the call and I try all the numbers Taylor gave me again… unsuccessfully.

When Taylor enters my office, I expect answers, but when he sits down and looks at me, I know that I'm not getting any of the one's that I'm looking for.

"I'm sorry, Sir. We tried everything. Their phones where last picked up by a tower just outside of Portland early this morning. In fact, it was just after the voice mail you received from Ms. Steele. The university will not release any student information, but since I know that they are definitely not on the campus, I didn't bother getting Welch to access their systems to see what he can find." I close my eyes and count to ten in a failed attempt to calm down. Where the fuck can she be? If something happened to her…

"Get Barney to monitor their phones and notify us the minute he is able to track them down. Then find me a CPO for Ms. Steele. Someone good and someone you trust. This is the second time that I've been unable to get hold of her and if this continues, I will surely lose my mind. I will be taking Charlie Tango to fly down to Portland with Elliot. You and the new CPO take the SUV and meet us there." I give him instructions and when he gets up to leave, I get up with him. I might as well pack up to be ready to go when Elliot calls. "Taylor, I need to find her soon. She sounded off on the voicemail this morning. Where the fuck can she be?"

"We will keep trying to track her down, but with all due respect, Sir, I don't think you should be flying. You barely slept during the last two nights and you need to rest." I'm even too tired to get mad about his advice… respectfully offered or not. As my Head of personal security, my safety is his main responsibility and if I'm honest with myself, I should not be flying with my level of fatigue.

"Thank you, Taylor. I will be fine though. Driving to Portland will take far too long and there is no way that I'm not leaving for Portland right now."

I walk out with Taylor and am already in the elevator when Elliot calls to tell me that he has also been unsuccessful in getting in touch with Kate. He is on his way to Escala and we will take Charlie Tango to Portland as soon as we both get there.

One thing that I would really like to do is to give that damn woman the spanking of her life when I get my hands on her… one that is now well deserved and definitely overdue.

In the meantime, I take my phone and listen again to the voicemail she left when I was on my way back from New York this morning.

"Hey, it's me. I know it's early, but I just wanted to hear your voice. Talk to you later."

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