A/N: And I'm back!

Sorry, had to catch up on Eight months. I hope you enjoy.

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

Christian POV:

"Grey," I answer my constantly ringing phone, utterly annoyed since I had to pull away from kissing Ana.

"Christian?" the nervous voice of my mother has me feeling like an ass instantly, I should have probably checked the number first. "I'm sorry to disturb you, dear, but I have an emergency at the hospital and wanted to know if it will be okay if we move the dinner to Wednesday." This has me instantly smiling.

"No problem, mom. I was just busy reading some financial reports and didn't see it was you calling." I explain quickly and Ana gives me a disapproving glare. Her aim might have been to chastise me for my rudeness towards my mother, but shit it had the opposite effect and I for one is all for staying right here tonight. "Hold on a minute and I'll check with Ana." I mute the phone and also press it to my chest in a double measure to ensure that my mother won't hear my next words, "Baby, my mother just gave me permission to fuck you all night if we promise to attend dinner at Bellevue on Wednesday evening." I tell her as I pull her into my front.

"She… uhm… I'm sure she didn't say that." She finally whispers, her hands carefully on my shoulders.

"Well, not exactly like that, but it comes down to that. So, are we attending dinner on Wednesday or not? I would very much like to end this call," I push into her as I pull her closer with bended knees to roll my straining erection on just the right spot, satisfied when she moans softly and close her eyes, "and take you upstairs to make you come until you don't remember your own name." I breathe the words close to her ear and then bite down for effect. Yes, I think it's time to take her back to my playroom…our playroom.

"Ah… sure." She moans, tilting her head to give me better access. I kiss her neck lightly, pull away and walk back into the great room, earning a loud disapproving moan.

"Sorry mom, I had to look for her first. Wednesday won't be a problem. We will see you around seven." After saying goodbye, politely, I turn to find Ana… gone.

Where the hell did she go to?

"Ana? Baby?" I call out, already walking towards the bedroom. This is what you get for… oh fuck yes! Yep, found her alright. I stand at the bedroom door and look at the woman on my bed… the naked, gorgeous woman… my woman. My brain is still processing the shock when she taps on the bed beside her with her hand, her head popped up on the other and her hair covering those beautiful, perky tits.

"I believe you promised to fuck me until I don't remember my own name. I thought that since that will take a LOT of work on your part, I would save you the trouble of taking my clothes off too." When exactly did she get this… bold? But hell, if this is how the wants to play it, I'm all for it.

"Baby, fucking you until you don't remember your own name was definitely not a promise, it's a guarantee." I state and her eyes grow wide. Walking towards the bed slowly, I take off my shirt. "Secondly, I don't consider fucking you work, it's my new favourite thing to do. One that is very, very pleasurable and since you moved in with me, I intend to do it in the morning, afternoon and night… and anytime in between," a gasp and her lip between her teeth with wide eyes. Good, she certainly shocked the hell out of me earlier. I stand next to the bed and bend down to whisper close to her ear, "Now, what was that last part?" I bite down and the fact that she pressed her thighs together did not escape my notice. "Oh, taking off your clothes, well…" I get up and drag my fingertips over her soft skin, from her neck, between her breasts, over hear stomach until I stop just above her sex. "…that is a privilege and an incentive. If it looks like it takes a lot out of me, it's only because seeing you naked is a threat to my control and I usually try very hard to keep onto it. If I don't, I would fuck you on the spot and have no time to enjoy this body that belongs to me." I say and move down towards the opening of her sex. When I shoot a look at her, she opens for me and I dip a finger inside. I need to get her upstairs, but fuck me… this feels good. She is hot and wet and ready to be taken.

She rolls onto her back and open more and well shit… I stare at my hand, my finger going into her over and over again. I insert another finger and she arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips with one hand reaching for her breast.

Playroom! Now!

I bend down and scoop up the only woman to ever touch my heart. Seems that sex is better when you love the person after all. I never understood how people could be satisfied to fuck the same woman for years, but I will definitely die a happy man if I could fuck Ana everyday… several times. Even if she hates the new playroom, a lifetime of vanilla sex with Ana will still be fucking amazing.

"Christian? Where are we…?" her sentence stops when I start to walk up the stairs. "Oh," comes the tense sound and I almost stop, but looking down at her tits and then her sex… there is no way in hell I'm stopping now.

"Yes. I'm going to play with you for hours, baby." I tell her and shift her weight in order to open the door.

"I…uhm…don't know about…this," she says nervously and I frown, no sure why she would be nervous.

"Anastasia, you do know that I would never, ever hurt you, right?" I ask her and her eyes are fixed on mine not even glancing into the playroom. There is no trace of anger in her eyes, but there is something that I can't place.

"I know. It's just… well… I don't want you to…" and she stops again. Nervousness seeping through. I'm baffled. I don't understand what she could be nervous about. I love her, I won't hurt her and she said that she would at least try this for me.

"Ana, baby, what is it? You can tell me anything." I encourage her to tell me what is wrong. This is not going according to plan. I might not recognise myself anymore since I met her, but one thing that will never change is the fact that I expect things to go according to plan… my plan.

"Please don't be mad." Mad? Fuck can she just spit it out already. I'm starting to get annoyed now.

"Ana, why would I be mad? Please, just tell me what is bothering you." I put her on her feet and turn her to face me. She doesn't want this and that makes me feel… not mad, but disappointed. I want this with her. I want to show her how pleasurable it can be to submit to me sexually. She said she would try. Well, no use in her seeing our playroom if we won't be using it. Fuck! More disappointment. But I push it away when I see her take her lip between her teeth. She is nervous and I'm not making this any easier for her.

"I don't want to… uhm… I don't want you to…" Trying to make her comfortable enough to tell me what is the matter, I move my hands from her shoulders down her arms. When I reach her hands, I look down and well… that was a mistake. She is standing in front of me, naked, in the doorway of the playroom. My hands go back up and my eyes follow them to her elbows and then look between her arms at her breasts. I must be a sucker for punishment. I need to wrap up this conversation as my dick is starting to ache in these jeans. Bedroom or playroom? Either way, I need to get some relief soon.

"You don't want me to what, baby?" I ask softly. Leaning forward, brushing my lips along her jaw to her ear and back again to the other side. "You don't want me to kiss you?" I plant a soft kiss behind her ear. "You don't want me to fuck you? What don't you want me to do?"

"I don't want you to fuck me…in here." That gets me to pull away, an arm length way, with a questioning look.

"You don't want me to fuck you in here?" I ask to clarify, trying to work out what…oh. Oooooh. I want to ask her why, even though I have an inkling as to what the problem is, but she answers my unspoken question.

"It's just that you brought… them…in here." She whispers, looking down, hiding her eyes from me. The eyes that normally give me a good indication of what she is really feeling and not saying.

"Baby, this is our playroom. Just ours. I wanted it to be special, but…" But what? How would you feel if Ana wanted to fuck you in a room that she fucked fifteen other guys in before you? Comes the voice inside my head and I pull my hands back from her in order not to hurt her. I. Would. Be. Fucking. Furious. Murderous. Pissed off like never before. Shit, I get it.

"I'm sorry," I say and step back towards her. "I didn't think about that. I thought that because I made it…less kinky…less like a dungeon… that you would like it. That it could be our playroom. I'm sorry. Let's go back downstairs." I take her hand and turn back towards the door. "I'm such a fucking idiot," I say softly to myself.

Ana POV:

"I'm such a fucking idiot," I barely hear the soft words and my heart breaks just a little more even though I can't argue with that.

When I realized we were going to the Red Room of Pain, I felt the first crack. I thought he knew me. I thought he loved me. How could he think that I would have wanted him to fuck me in here? The place where he fucked, not one, not two, but fifteen fucking ex-subs. What the hell was he thinking? I said I would try, but not in here. No way in hell am I going into his playroom. He can do whatever he wants with me anywhere in this apartment, but not in the playroom. Naked and feeling very exposed, I turn back to close the door behind us and stop.

Holy fucking cow!

The all red walls gone. The metal thingy's, the canes, the whips, the creepy chains, the disgusting leather bed… all gone. A sexual wonderland replaced the Red Room of Pain. When? How? Why? Damn, I have to see this.

I let go of his hand and walk back into the playroom. Royal blue, contrasting soft turquoise, white and silver. The wooden bed has been replaced with a cast iron bed, the posts draped with blue silk. Silver bedding with white and turquoise feathery pillows replaced the ugly red leather. At the foot of the bed a white ottoman. Well, this is unexpected and I'm truly stunned. He did this for me? For us?

The walls have been painted a light grey. Where the canes and other items for punishment were against the one wall, it has been replaced with glass shelves containing various items, each at a different height. Above the shelves, in white italic huge letters, are the words across the remaining space on the wall "Ana & Christian". It makes the room personal. It makes it our room. On the wall behind the bed is a massive mirror with a silver frame. Fuck, who am I kidding? This is Christian Grey. The frame is probably made out of platinum or something equally expensive. The thought makes me smile. This man has more money than sense and I for one won't complain about money well spent on this room.

But when I turn to the other wall, my hand flies to my heart. There are three photos on the wall. In the middle is one of the pictures Jose took. The one I liked the most and it seems it is his favourite too. Apparently Taylor and Sawyer collected more than just my clothes this morning. To the right it is a partial picture of my face, with the focus on my lips. Or at least I hope it's me since I can't see the rest of the face. On the other side is a picture of his hand on my neck. Again, no faces or recognisable features, but I would know his hand anywhere.

"How?" The single word escapes my shocked mouth. I feel him walk up to me and slide a soft silk robe over my shoulders. Remarkably, my brain has enough function to get my arms through the sleeves and tie the belt.

"While you were sleeping. In the morning light you look so peaceful. I couldn't help myself. I wanted a picture of me touching you. It was the first morning you woke up in my bed and I was afraid I would never get the chance to touch you again. I wanted proof that I had you in my hands." He says and I reach for his hands to wrap it around my waist, pulling him closer to my back. "I hope you don't mind." The uncertainty in his voice is such a contrast to the accomplished, confident man I fell in love with. I love these different sides of him. He goes from powerful and controlling to sexy and confident, to insecure and uncertain, to nervous and helpless so many times a day it should give me whiplash.

"I don't mind." I say and turn my head to kiss his cheek.

When I turn to look at him, I see the shower in the corner of the room behind the door. For a second I didn't see the use of another shower in this massive penthouse, but as I pulled away from him to walk closer, I see the white restraints attached to the wall. Out of the reach of the water is another shelf with liquid soap and a bunch of products I don't know. A shiver runs down my spine as I think of all the things he would probably like to do with me in there.

In the other corner, on the other side of the door, is a white cross with restraints on the corners. At least it is not as freakishly scary and dungeon-like as the other cross that dominated the room with the previous bed.

Somewhere in my shocked state I missed the fact that instead of walking on cold wooden floor, I'm walking on the softest carpet I've possibly ever walked on. I look down at my feet and is not surprised to see them standing on a soft, white carpet. Poor man, he just couldn't help himself and had to put white in somewhere.

The same man that is probably behind me, following me with his eyes and holding a breath in anticipation of my reaction. And yes, I like it… damn, I love it. Any girl who doesn't love a gift like this is just plain bitchy. I turn around and walk over to him. Still standing where I left him in front of the pictures, in only his jeans, he looks edible. If we can somehow just get over the touching issue, I would like nothing more than to run my fingers all the way from his throat, down his well-toned stomach, following his happy trail all the way to the tip of his dick, before I take him into my mouth. Scraping my teeth over his hard dick that somehow seems to feel soft on my tongue. Well, it's confirmed, I'm turning into a sex addict.

Christian POV:

This tension is killing me. Is this what people feel like when they fucked up and waits for a response to their actions? If it is, I don't like it.

Thursday evening, after the crew finished the writing on the wall and the tilling of the shower, I sat here for hours and wondered if I would ever get to spend time with Ana in here. I was hopeful, but not sure since she was still avoiding me. On Friday I unpacked and washed all the toys and accessories that arrived. I placed them carefully on the shelves and in the drawers, forcing myself not to imagine using them on Ana… not that it helped. When I finished around two yesterday morning, carefully placing the bedding on the bed myself, I was exhausted, stressed and sad. Not knowing what is going to happen is worse than knowing it is over. I crawled onto the bed, turned to see the two pictures of Ana and drifted into a peaceful sleep. This has been a shitty week any way I look at it.

I continue to watch nervously as Ana walks around the room, taking everything in. Some of the tension began to leave my body when I saw a ghost of a smile in the mirror earlier. Having a view of her back and front was torture and I quickly grabbed the soft gown beside the door to wrap around her naked body. I couldn't stand looking at her and not have my hands on her and somehow, even I knew that it was not the right time to throw her on the carpet and fuck her.

After she looks at the cross, she turns around and walks slowly back to me. When her eyes goes from my waist to my eyes, I see the heat starting to form in them. Then she lowers her eyes to my neck and down until she stops at my dick, which is still hard with her in this room. When her eyes lock on mine again, it's slightly glazed over. She is setting my blood on fire with just a look. One lip between her teeth and erect nipples clearly visible through the silk gown. Glad to see I'm not the only one turned on and I'm vain enough to feel good about the fact that I have this effect on her without even touching her. The song of Carly Simon comes to mind, but I have no time for that right now.

When she stops close to me, I lift a hand and trace her soft skin from her neck down to the valley between her breasts, which is exposed almost to the middle of her stomach, with a single finger. With the feather light touch, a shiver runs through her and all the way to my dick threating to explode in my jeans.

"I wanted it to be our special place." I start to run my finger back up to her throat again. "A combination of the two of us. Something personal." I say softly and bend forward to rub my cheek against hers. "Where there will only be thoughts of us." I reach her ear and it's time to heat things back up. "Where you will only think of me fucking you. Touching you. Needing you. Loving you." I finish with a nip to her ear, followed by a soothing lick. My reward is a soft whimper and when I pull away, she press her thighs together to relieve the ache between her legs. Okay, so this room will actually be used by us.

"Tell me, Anastasia, what was running through that head of yours as you walked back to me?" I think I have a pretty good idea, but she somehow always takes me by surprise and this time is no exception.

"I was thinking…that I would like to…" when she starts to blush, I bite my cheek to draw my attention away from my throbbing dick, this is going to be interesting, "…you know…" no I definitely don't, but I sure as shit know what I would like to do. Then she narrows her eyes. "Are you really going to make me say it?" Oh hell yes!

"You can tell me, Anastasia. What would you like to do? What would you like me to do?" I say in a soft voice, urging her to tell me her dirty little secrets. My own personal sex addict. We were really made for each other.

"If you really need to know, I was thinking that I would like to run my fingers from your throat" she moves her finger to my throat, but don't touch. Her close proximity is however enough to make me hold my breath "down your well-toned stomach," that wicked fingers runs down, still not touching, but still too close. Oh holy hell! "down you happy trail," my happy trail? Yep, got it. And then her finger run softly down my happy trail and I fist my hands in order to keep from gripping onto her. "All the way down to the tip of your dick," she taps on my dick through my jeans and I almost come in my pants. "before taking it all the way in my mouth, sucking hard and scraping my teeth…" Fuck yes! That would explain the glazed eyes and yes, wouldn't that be just fucking amazing. If only…. When she gets to the scraping teeth over my dick part, I've had enough. Even I have my limit and she is pushing me right to the edge of that limit.

"Pick a safe word, Anastasia." I tell her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into me.

"A safe word?" She is adorably nervous again and thoroughly turned on. Good.

"Yes. A safe word." Pressing into her, I rub my erection against her wet sex for some relieve of my own. I will have to take her hard and fast first. Just a quickie or I won't be able to play with her.

"Ah… okay…" she frowns and looks like she's trying to think. A-fucking-dorable. "Christian." She finally said and look up into my eyes.

"Yes?"

"No, that's my safe word. Christian. Because you make me feel safe." Damn, if that does not make me fall in love with this tiny woman even more.

"Thank you, baby. But as flattering as that is, I'm planning to make you scream my name all night. You can definitely not use it as your safe word." I tell her and she gasps.

"Uh…oh…okay. Then I will use…" she tries to think again, the small frown forming between her brows. "Uh… what about…purple?" she finally decides with a little nod. Satisfied with her choice even if she wants me to say that using purple is fine.

"Purple?" Well, that's new.

"I'm sure as shit not going to scream red, Grey." Oh yes, thinking about her earlier response, I can see where she's coming from.

"Okay, purple it is." Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the bed.

See, I've got a plan. Bed, bed, cross, bed, shower, bed. Yes, that sounds about right. When she gets onto the bed, sitting on the edge and looking up at me, I decide to change that well-thought-out plan. It is my plan after all. I would much rather see her naked and wet right now.

"Anastasia, I would like you to take off the robe and take a nice hot shower first." Yes, hot water to make that soft skin extra sensitive… not that she needs it.

"A shower? Now?" She questions.

"Anastasia, in here, when we are playing, I would like you to do as you're told and not ask questions. As much as I like arguing with you, that is for outside of this room." I tell her in my Dom voice and her mouth opens, could be from shock but most probably to argue as she just can't help herself. Then she closes it and starts to walk to the shower. After she turns the hot water on, she steps back and lets the gown fall to the floor slowly, looking at me over her shoulder. Minx.

"Oh, and I would like you to call me Sir or Mr. Grey. Either would do." I try to sound firm, but this is very difficult with her. But since this has been a fantasy since the day she slapped me, I will have to tap into years of practice in self-control.

"Yes, Mr. Grey," the sassy response pulls my attention back to her, getting into the shower. Of course she would refuse to call me Sir, but before this night is over, she will. She will see that's it's only her and Sir will be so much easier than Mr. Grey.

"Use the lavender body wash and loofa." I tell her and sit down in the white chair in front of the wall with the photos, watching my personal erotic movie. After the shower she can walk over here and fuck me on this very chair. Or even better, she can give me a blow job. What was that plan again?

Shit, the shower is hands down the best idea I've ever had. I watch, in a semi-trance, as Ana takes the soap and starts to wash. Hot water flowing over her skin. White foam forming on her skin as she starts to wash lower before it is washed down by the water. Seemingly oblivious to my presence, she takes her time, running first the loofa and then her hand over each part. She's making this daily, mundane task as hot as fuck. She will never shower alone again, that's for sure.

Then she starts washing her neck, throwing her head back and letting the loofa fall to the floor. She takes the soap and rub some between her hands before taking her hands and, oh holy fuck, running it over the front of her body. She cups both breasts and message it before pinching her nipples. Warning bells are starting to go off, but I push it aside and sit forward with my elbow on my thighs to keep my head up. I'm captivated by the beauty that is Anastasia Steele, all soaped up and hot under the still flowing water. When she pinches her erect nipples again, a soft moan escapes her slightly open mouth, the bells turns into an alarm, but still I ignore it. I don't want to miss a second of this.

She don't even glance in my direction once, for which I'm eternally grateful right now as one look into those big blue eyes will steal all my self-control.

One leg lifts from the floor and she places it slowly at the step on the shower wall. Then she takes the soap again and starts to run her hands up and down her leg. Slowly going to that place that makes everything in the world melt away. She cups her sex and moves her hand, palm on her clit and fingers between her folds.

In this mesmerized state, I missed the warning signs, no ignored the warning signs… until it was almost too late… almost.

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