A/N: Thank you for all the reviews!

The rest of their first playroom visit… some alone time.

For the few that didn't like the last chapter, I'm sorry. It's not always easy to write something that everyone likes. Personally, Ana and Christian would not be them if they did not have a playroom, but I didn't want them to have the Red Room of Pain.

For the Leila fan… she is not done yet. You'll see a little bit of her in the next chapter.

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

Ana POV:

Yes, I can play games too. He does call this a playroom after all. So, he likes to play games, well, two can play games. But…Sir? No way on God's green earth, or in hell for that matter, will I be calling him Sir like one of his sex slaves. Fuck that! I will just call him Mr. Grey since Mr. Fucking Arrogant was not one of the options given to me. Admittedly, Mr. Very Hot Fucking Arrogant, but arrogant none the less.

Well, I will take my sweet time. The shower is so nice after all. What I'm sure is over the top expensive soap, feels like silk being rubbed over my skin and smells absolutely divine. I would go as far as saying that there is nothing better than a nice hot shower with nice smelling soap, but I recently discovered that there is indeed one thing nicer… a whole damn lot nicer.

The idea was to snap that precious control of his, but it is such a turn on to know that he is watching me shower through the class shower wall. When I pinch my nipples, it feels so damn good. Even without the water, I'm wet. Wet and horny. Putting one leg on the strange step, which only this man would think about, I take the soap and rub my hands together. Bending, I rub my soaped-up hands over my leg, imagining it was his hands. Every time I come back up, I go just a little further. Teasing myself just like he likes to do.

Avoiding looking in his direction at all cost, but acutely aware of his eyes on me, I go up and up until I cup my sex and my fingers touch my folds… oh yes this feels so good. I start to wash between my folds, rubbing harder and harder with my palm on my clit. Soft moans fill the shower and when my finger tip reach the opening of my sex…

…I'm pinned to the shower wall with my hands above my head.

Not how I imagined this to go a second ago and looking up into dark grey eyes, tells me that I might have gotten a bit carried away in my attempt to seduce him. I would have taken this brief moment to apologize, but his blazing eyes on mine is keeping any words from coming out.

"You said you belong to me, Anastasia." Yes, definitely not how I imagined it but I nod anyway. I strangely like the idea that I belong to him and I like that he says he belongs to me. Not that I'm stupid enough to believe that this man will ever truly belong to anyone but himself. "Say it." He hisses and I looks down for reasons unknown to me and I do not have the wits to try and figure it out now. Oh my…he might not look very happy, but the erection in his wet jeans tells me he enjoyed the show.

"I belong to you, Mr. Grey," I finally say, slowly looking up until I meet those dark grey eyes. Honestly, this man in a shower without a shirt will even turn a lesbian.

"And I control your body?" he asks, the anger starting to be replaced with lust which causes me to barely manage a nod, "I make you come, Anastasia. Only me. Your pleasure only comes from me." He can definitely see the question in my eyes and after a kiss to my lips, he adds, "Just like all my pleasure I get from you. Only you." I try to hide my smile, not sure if I'm successful, but since he doesn't mention it, I guess it worked.

"Yes," his one hand leaves my arm to give me a hard slap on my thigh. Ignoring the pain going from my brain to my sex, I quickly correct myself, "Yes, Mr. Grey."

"That's better. Now, before I spank you, I think you deserve a quick fuck for that stellar performance." He lets go of me long enough to remove his soaked jeans and underwear, before he is back in front of me. I'm torn between regretting that he too the jeans off and being happy that he took it off.

"Spank me?" Why does the idea of being spanked in here turn me on so much? I should be appalled and would have if he was not the one to deliver the spanking.

"Oh yes. Five times for taking off your clothes yourself." He says against my throat, one hand grabbing my hair and the other on my butt, pulling me into him. "Five for pleasuring yourself," when I feel his erection twitch, I know he likes the idea of me pleasuring myself and I file that away for another day, "Five for torturing me." Oh now just wait a second…

"From the looks of it, I was definitely not torturing you, Christian," I say, my head moving to the side to give him better access, my hands going to his hair. To say that I'm smiling like an idiot when I feel him grin against my skin at the sound of his name would be an understatement. What a strange thing to make a girl feel special?

"Yes, you were and you were enjoying it too," he bites down on my shoulder, sending another jolt of electricity from my confused brain to my sex. This is wrong, I should not like it, but damn, I do. When I moan loudly, I feel his chuckle against the swell of my breast. "You definitely like the bite of pain, Anastasia. I bet if I reach down, I will find you dripping for me and what I give you." And just to proof himself right, his hand leaves my ass and goes to my sex. He cups it, then applies pressure to the bundle of nerves and I push into his hand for more.

"Oh, please… please…" I beg shamelessly.

"Would you look at this? It seems I was right. You like everything I give you, don't you." Then a single finger pushes into me and I open wider, wordlessly begging for more. "Your body craves it. It craves me, Anastasia." He whispers darkly, pulling my hair with just the right amount of pain. I'm losing my mind. I'm lost in a sea of lust and he seems to enjoy it too much to give me the release I'm craving. When a second finger pushes into me, my knees buckle and he presses me harder against the wall.

"I wanted to fuck you quickly, but I think I like this more. I like seeing you like this. Begging for me. Craving a release." He bends down and lets his tongue run around my aching nipple, avoiding it, driving me deeper into that sea.

I would agree to do anything right now if he would just… "Aaaaah… more" I moan loudly as he takes my nipple between his teeth and bites down hard, still pumping two fingers into me slowly, way too slowly to let me fall over the edge.

"More?" he asks, his lips close to mine, making sure what I want even though he knows. I nod, biting my lip, opening my legs even more and pushing my breasts into him. A wicked smile appears and he bends down. "More of this?" He says against my skin, pushing his fingers against the front wall of my sex and then moving his fingers in a come here motion. I can feel the moisture running out of me. "More of this?" he bites down on my other nipple, harder, and my sex clenches around this fingers that stopped moving.

"Ohhh… YES… pleeeease…Sir," I scream before biting down on his shoulder, completely ignoring the fact that I did indeed, call him Sir. Shit!

"Fuck, Anastasia. You were made for me. You like a small amount of pain." He says and then I'm in the air. I'm too far gone to protest, too far gone to care. The only thing consuming my brain at this moment, is to get more. What more is, I don't know, but I want it. Pain, pleasure…anything.

Christian POV:

Since I'm way too turned on to wait longer, I pull my fingers out of her and she moans her disapproval. I lift her slightly and thrust into her and I sigh in relieve. She clenches around my dick when I don't move immediately. I move out of her and push back in, but we are both so close that fuck it…I fuck her…hard and fast. Thrusting into her as deep as I can every time. Pulling out as far as possible without slipping out of her. Then thrusting back, hard. Hitting her at the spot I know will push her over the edge.

When we've both recovered enough for me to actually walk, I pick her up and place her on the bed. We can actually do this. She can submit to me… well, partially anyway… in here. I don't really want to dominate her outside of the playroom, even though I do try. I like it when she challenges me. It's refreshing that she don't simply ask how high when I say jump. Refreshing and frustrating at the same time…exciting and interesting. If a sub dared to call me by my name in here, I would have punished them severely, but I liked it when she called me Christian. And the bite to my shoulder… I'm going to have a mark, but that was hot. I will love looking at that mark every chance I get.

I walk over to the glass shelves and take the new platinum nipple clamps. I had it made for her. A turquoise emerald dangling from the centre. Reaching into the drawer, I take a grey flogger and a blue bullet vibrator. Giving her some time to cool off. On my way back I grab the pleasure enhancing cream I've never used before. I never really cared enough to actually enhance someone else's pleasure.

I place the items on the ottoman and walk to Ana's side.

"Baby, I'm going to tie your hands with these," I tell her and she looks up at me nodding slowly, still in that zone with glazed eyes.

After using the restraints to tie her hands and feet to the bed, I take the nipple clamps and sit beside her. I will have to give her a release soon. Bending down, I take her one nipple in my mouth and the other in my hand, preparing them for the clamps. She squirming under me, falling into a lust filled haze, loud moans coming from her mouth and pulling on the restraints.

"Stay still, baby. I'm going to put these on your nipples." I explain and then attach the first one.

"Oh… please… Christian… please," she begs and I smile at the use of my name. Definitely not fit for a safe word as there is simply no fucking way I'm cutting this short.

"Stay still, Ana." I say against her ear and then attach the other clamp. It looks even better than I imagined. The emeralds dangling from her pretty, pink nipples. "How does this feel?" I ask her, running my fingers between the swells of her breasts.

"Good," she whimpers and I tighten the clamps a bit more, earning more soft moans and an arched back.

"Anastasia, you have to stay still, baby." I tell her, reaching over her legs for the flogger, vibrator and cream. "I'm going to apply this cream to your clitoris. It will feel warm and tingly, providing even more pleasure for when I run the vibrator over it." Imagining it is one thing, explaining it is a whole different story and I have to think about a business deal gone wrong just to get my throbbing erection under control.

Taking a bit of the cream, I open her wet folds and apply some around her clit before rubbing it on top. She opens her legs further and pushes into my hand. Her eyes closed, biting her lip and her head falling back is an erotic sight to see. I let the cream get warm and then get up, taking the flogger with me.

"What is your safe word, Anastasia?" I ask to remind her that she has a way out should she want it.

"Purple," comes the soft whisper, eyes still closed. It's when her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip that I grab hold of my dick, stocking it, providing some relief. My eyes don't even blink as I stare down at Ana. Naked, tied up, nipple clamps attached to her nipples, straining against the restraints, all the while the cream is working its magic on her clit. Sending her down that black tunnel of pleasure.

"Ana, open your eyes." I command and they shoot open, falling onto my hand still stroking my dick. She licks her lips again and inspiration hits. I won't be able to hold on for long anyway. "You want this, Anastasia, don't you? You want to take me in your mouth and suck me off." This is just too fucking perfect.

"Yes," the hoarse answer comes and another lick to her lips. Now who am I to deny this woman anything?

I walk over to the bed and place my one knee next to her and one hand on the headboard. I place my dick in front of her mouth and she licks the tip, snapping my control and I increase my grip on the iron bar of the headboard. She glances up at me, her tongue moving in circles around the head. Then she closes her eyes and I would never, ever be able to watch her eat a lollipop and not get a painful erection.

As good as this is, and it is pretty fucking good, I have plans. The hand on my dick is just in the way, so I move it to her hair, gripping a handful in my fist. While holding her head in place, I slowly start to fuck that pretty, feisty mouth of hers. My eyes are locked on her lips, I swear I see a smile, but surely not, and I continue my slow, deep pace. That's until my little vixen scrapes those teeth of hers on my dick on my way out of her. I increase my grip on her hair and she moans, sending vibrations through my dick all the way to my spine and back.

"Topping from the bottom again, baby?" I ask, fucking her mouth and chasing my orgasm which comes quickly. "Fuck, Annna. Harder baby," my hot cum shoots out of me and down her throat. I should stop now, but the feeling of her tongue licking me clean makes me wait a few stokes longer and then I pull out with a loud pop. Amazing… she is fucking amazing. Everything with Ana is mind blowing.

Still gripping onto her hair, I stare at her face and see a mixture of love and lust, the perfect combination I never knew existed. I reward her with what I think is a nice smile and an affectionate look, which turns dark quickly as her tongue darts out to lick my cum from her lips. This woman will be the death of me.

"Back down on the bed, Anastasia," I tell her and she does what she's told with a smile. "Pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?" Damn, she should be.

"Yes, Mr. Grey, I do believe I am," all blinking eyes and everything. "It seems only fair, considering the sate I find myself in." I bend down and run my lips across hers, taking the flogger in my hand again.

"You should be, that was pretty amazing. But baby, the state you're in right now, is nothing compared to the state I will have you in pretty soon." I give her a kiss and pull away, feeling the breath she releases float over my cheek. "Remember your safe word, baby. If you don't like anything I do, you just say purple and I'll stop." I remind her again and delivers the first blow across her breasts, then lowers the flogger to run over the same spot.

"Aah… that's…nice." Nice? Okay, I can work upwards from there.

Ana POV:

That's five. Only five hits with that flogging thing and I'm about to lose my mind. I squirm and wiggle, wanting him to hit where I'm craving it the most… weird I know, but right now, I don't care. When the blow finally lands on the top of my sex, I scream.

"That's right baby, let me hear you." Comes his response and then a second one hits the same spot. I'm close, I know I am. And let's not forget the wicked cream he put on my sweet spot. It's warm and tickles and feels really, really good, but I still want more… still unsure what exactly more is.

"Christian, please…" I try again and another blow lands on my thighs, this one harder than the others. "Please, Mr. Grey… I need…" I try again and another, slightly softer blow connects with my sex again. My reward.

"Are you ready for me yet, baby?" He asks and lowers his hand to my sex. As if he even needs to check to be sure. I'm flushed, my skin in scorching hot and sensitive. My nipples are sending those pleasurable, painful shocks to my sex, my lips still swollen from his assault earlier and my eyes probably filled with lust and sin. His finger reaches its destination and he runs it over the opening, not entering to give me what I want. "Yes, I believe you are. Soaking actually," then the finger slips into his mouth and he closes his eyes to savour the taste. The finger goes out, his dark eyes open and then the hand goes down again. He lets it dip slightly inside of me and I push into his hand for more.

"Here, baby, see for yourself how good you taste to me," he gets between my legs, reaches for something behind him and then bends over to push his finger into my mouth, "Suck," he commands and I do. I suck, lapping up my juices from his finger, the evidence of what he does to me. In the distance I hear a low humming sound, but I'm too focussed on his finger in my mouth and the tingling sensation on my clit to pay attention.

And then I feel myself climbing… quickly. My eyes shoot open and I look down into his eyes. It's… oh fuck… its good. It feels just so, so, so good. His eyes never leave my face as I look down to his other hand and see him circling my clit with a small vibrator. He reaches up and tightens the clamps with his other hand before he runs his hand down my stomach to the opening and then he pushes inside. One, two fingers… pumping, sending me to the edge. And I mean the very edge. Where he then keeps me.

"Please… Christian, I need to come… please." I beg again. This is starting to feel like torture.

"Do you like it, Ana? Do you like me playing with you?" he asks, somehow able to form questions while I feel as if I'm losing my mind.

"Yes, but please…" Still on the edge…

"Oh, I think you can do better," Oh, okay, time for Mr. Arrogant to meet Ms. Bitchy. Girls get like that when they don't get what they want. He should learn that now.

So gathering all my strength, I look at him, staring down at his hand fucking me.

"Please, Mr. Grey, will you please just fuck me already?" I try and I would have smiled at the shock on his face… if I could. But so like him, he recovers too damn quickly.

"I think you need to come first, Ms. Steele. You sound a bit bitchy. Must be because you need an orgasm." Finally, fucking finally, he pushes the vibrator against my clit, throbbing with need, while his hand fucks me with consummate skill and determination. It takes not thirty seconds to send me spiralling down into oblivion. "Come for me, Ana." I feel it all the way from deep inside my body before it explodes and shatters everything in me.

He doesn't stop however, before I have time to blink or even recover, he fills me to the hilt with himself. I pull on the restraints, aching to touch him, but it's no use. I'm not sure what he sees in my eyes, but he leans forward and starts to undo my hands, which immediately goes to his hair. With a quick kiss to my lips, he pulls away and unties my feet as well, never missing a stoke. Damn, this man is pure sex-on-legs.

Then the world goes topsy turvy and when I open my eyes, he is sitting against the headboard with me straddling him. He feels unbelievably deep like this and gives me time to adjust to this unexpected position. Using this time, he nibbles on my neck while his hands roam over my back. I take his head in my hands to pull him back to me and kiss him. For the first time initiating a kiss like this.

This is no kicky-fuckery and no fucking. No, this is sweet, gentle love-making and the first time since he told me he loved me last night. This morning was anything but sweet and gentle. It was steamy hot sex. Not sure what to do, I go with my gut and grind against him.

"Oh… this feels… amazing," better than amazing.

"I really do love you, Anastasia." comes his soft words and I stare into his eyes. This broken, dominating, wonderful, man loves me and God help me, but I feel a tear flowing down my cheek. His hand leaves me to press a button on the headboard and soft music starts to play. And let me tell you, that did not help my emotional state one little bit.

"I love you too, Christian," I say before I burry my head on his shoulder, wrap my arms around his neck and start to grind into him again. Every time I move, he pushes up into me. Eventually the emotion leave me and I lift my head and move my hands to grip the iron bar behind his head.

"Make love to me, Ana," he says and I use the bar for support to rise up and push back into him, again and again. With "A thousand years" playing in the background, I make love to him. Moving slowly, savouring the feeling of him filling me, kissing him everywhere I can reach while avoiding the forbidden zones… for now.

He removes the clamps and brush his tongue over it before he pushes me back to take a nipple into his mouth. It's tender, but his tongue relieves some of the tenderness. At this moment, there is nothing but love in the air and I hope he can feel it too.

Christian POV:

Staring down at the tiny woman in my arms, I can't believe she's had such a profound effect on me. I like control, I crave control, I need control and with a bite of her lip she takes it from me. I like things to go my way, according to plan, my plan, and yet, she makes me change those plans without even saying a word. Privacy. Yes, the one thing I valued even more than control and now it's…gone. I have no privacy. My private life is the daily talk of the town. We have a disagreement with a reporter in a five mile radius and it's in the papers with everyone speculating what it was about. We get back together and it's in the papers, even though I might have had a little something to do with it. My penthouse was my private place to have a quiet moment after a terribly long day and I had visitors. I never get visitors. I have my family stopping by, but not to visit.

Personal space… shit, I have no more personal space and I love it. She's everywhere. My bathroom is now filled with beauty products. My kitchen cupboards is filled with food that I know she likes. Damn, I even transformed my playroom into somewhere special for her… okay, for us, but still. Looking down at the soft lavender throw at the foot of the bed, the make-up on the dressing table, the scatter cushions on the oversized couch in the corner… yes, she is everywhere. She invaded my personal space discretely and effortlessly… and I'm grinning like a love sick fool instead of being pissed.

Who the fuck am I now?

There is no more control. No more carefully laid out plans. No more privacy. No more personal space.

There is only Anastasia Rose Steele.

And I love it.

What the fuck am I going to do if she wakes up one day and decides that I'm just not worth the effort? That I'm not worthy of her. To be honest, I'm not. But I want to be. I want to be worthy. And I want to keep her. The question is how. How do I tie her to me in a way that will take away her power to leave?

Marriage. Vows. An eternal promise. She's not the type to break a promise, especially one like that.

Oh fuck, she won't go for that. It's too soon. She likes to think things over. She took five days, five agonisingly long days, to decide if I'm worth a second chance. Marriage? Shit, she'll probably need to think about that for a year and a year is a very long time.

Unless…

I make her love me even more. I get her to love me like I love her… with everything in me. I make her need me. I have to be the first person she goes to when she has a problem. The first person she calls with good news. The last person she ever wants to be without. Her best friend. Yes, that's what I should do.

But how the fuck do I do that? I have no friends. No real friends. How do you even be a friend?

I'm pulled from my thoughts by a soft kiss to my arm, followed by a contented sigh.

"I really like waking up next to you," comes the soft whisper. That first words in the morning that I'm beginning to crave. Her first thought of the day.

"Good morning, baby," I kiss her hair, pulling her closer to me.

"Good morning," comes the sleepy response and then she stretches and place her hand on top my mine.

"Sleep well?"

"Yes, very well, thank you." She turns and looks at me with bright blue eyes. "How did you sleep? It seems like you have been awake for a while? Do you struggle to sleep with me in here?" She sounds genuinely concerned. Always thinking about other's around her.

"I always sleep well with you in my arms." I pull her closer, "And since you are living here now, I will sleep well every night. Thanks to you."

Glancing at the clock, I almost grunt. We will need to get up soon as I'm sure Ana would not want to be late for her first day at Coping Together. Even though I'm still not happy about her taking the position since I wanted her to work with me. Not for me, but with me. She can help so much with the Africa project. But it's too late now. I took too long and my mother jumped right in.

"We will need to get up soon, baby," I reluctantly tell her and move my hand up and down her arm.

"I know. What are your plans for today?" I would have answered quicker if I wasn't so distracted with her fingers going from my hand, up my arm, over my shoulder and stopping at my neck.

"I have a couple of meetings. Then I'm taking you for lunch. More meetings and then home. Are you going to make me dinner?" I pull her closer and she smiles. "I can already picture you in nothing but an apron in the kitchen. Barefoot. Nothing covering you underneath. Licking sauce from your finger." Damn, I'm turned on already.

I should tell her that Mia wants to arrange something for Saturday since it's my birthday on Monday, but I think I will let Mia do that herself. Then her phone rings and she reaches back to grab it from the nightstand, pushing those delicious breasts right into my line of sight. She really needs to know better and I smile. I wonder how long she will be able to stay focussed on that call if I play with them. When she takes the phone and fall onto her back, I move closer.

"Hello," she answers, not even looking at the screen. I brush my annoyance with that away and concentrate on the task at hand…for now.

"Anastasia. Rose. Steele. What the fuck is going on in Seattle?" I hear Kate's voice blasting through the phone and bend down to take the closest nipple into my mouth.

"Aah… Kate? Aren't you," I suck and she is probably glaring at me, so I close my eyes and swirl my tongue round the now pointy nipple. "Supposed to be sleeping?" She finishes and attempts rather feebly to push me away. I bet before that call is over she will be gripping onto my hair instead of pushing me away.

"Don't you worry about my sleep, Anastasia. First I find out that Mr. Know-it-all-I-can-do-whatever-I-want-too-rich-for-his-own-good cheated on you, then he didn't, then you cried for a week and didn't want to talk to me, then you got drunk, without me I might add, and now you are back together. What the fuck are you thinking?" Damn, that's a lot. Must be the longest sentence ever.

I finish my swirling and wait for Ana to start talking and just as she opens her mouth, I bite down.

"Aah…" she puts her hand over the phone, "Christian…" I lick the spot, "stop" I suck again, "Oh…I'm on the phone." But I ignore her and place my hand on her stomach, "Kate, can we talk," I move my hand down until I'm cupping her sex, "about this when you get home? In person," and then I press down my palm and move one finger through her folds.

"Ana, are you at Escala?" Oh fuck, can she get off the phone already? Ana is wet. And ready. And I'm needy. We will be late and I need this with her before I let her go for the day. As I move that finger in and out slowly, she bites down on her lip.

"Yes," she answers shortly and I smile against her breast. Knowing how experienced Kate is, she already figured it out and Ana is blissfully unaware. In and out. In and out. Lip between her teeth.

"And where are you right now?" she asks and I move to the other breast.

"At Escala," she answers again with a frown. Another attempt to push me away, but her hand lingers on my head, not really pushing at all.

"I know, but are you still in bed?" Oh for fucks sake. Can she just get to the point and cut the conversation short. Lick, bite, suck.

"Uhm, yes?" I'll have her coming in a minute, she better hang up quickly.

"Oh. My. God." She screeches. "Ana, you bad girl. Are you having morning sex while you are talking to me?" Ana gasps and I use the response to add another finger.

"Kate, I need to go. Talk to you later." She finally disconnects the call and let her phone fall to the floor. "That was not very nice, Christian." She scolds, but she is hot, wet and quickly turning into needy herself. I let go and put both hands in the air.

"Okay, I'm sorry. You just looked mouth-watering and you should know better than to push those delicious breasts at me if you don't want me to take advantage." I get up and walk towards the bathroom, feeling her eyes on me and loving the affect I have on her. "I'll let you get ready for work now." I say and walk into the bathroom.

I only got to the shower when she enters the bathroom.

"That was not very nice, Christian." She says and I turn to see her behind me with her arms on her hips.

"I believe you already said that and I already apologized."

"I'm not taking about that. I'm talking about you… you…" she stops when I reach up to take one breast in my hand again with her nipple caught between my fingers.

"What did I do, baby?"

"You know. You did…that…and then left me… alone in bed." Shame, seems she can only talk dirty when the little minx come out to play.

"Yes, I did…that? Was it?" I pinch her nipple and she moves closer to me. "Are you referring to me feasting on these?" I pinch and there goes the lip. "Or were you referring to me fucking you with my hand?" And then the blush. "So, since you are here now, how about a shower?"

A/N: You know you want to, so please let me know what you think.