Anastasia was surprised how nervous she was, being back in Grey House again. It had been a month since she was let go... three weeks since her and Christian became a couple and in those three weeks, her whole world had changed. She was more happy than she'd ever thought she'd be. Christian lavished her with cuddles, love, sex, orgasms, and attention. She was spoiled rotten, yes, but it had been years since she felt this free. Being able to go whole days with no anxiety had been such a wonderful thing for her. Christian had helped her so much with her anxiety already and she would be getting even more help the next week when she'd meet with her therapist for the first time.

Still, she felt the anxiety crawling up from her stomach, slithering its way to her chest and up her throat as she waited for the elevator at Grey House. She had changed her outfit three times, in hopes that the right outfit would make her feel more confident. The dusty pink fit and flare dress that rested above over knees with a high lace neckline and cap sleeves made her feel that way. Matched with her nude Louboutins, she felt posh and sophisticated.

She climbed in to the elevator with her CPO, Sawyer. Catching herself in the mirrored front door, she smiled at herself. She really did look good. Christian had good taste. Her high neckline with her hair in a bun high on her head made her face look long and thin and she breathed out a relieved sigh, realizing that she did have the confidence to walk into the executive floor with her head held high. She was never able to do that before.

When it finally reached the top floor, she stepped off and gripped her clutch tightly in her hand, reminding herself to exude confidence. Her heels clicked on the hard floor and she began to wonder why she always wore flats to work. Heels made her feel good. She was petite and the extra height was good for her.

"I'll be in Taylor's office, Ms. Steele."

She smiled up at the tall brunette with brilliant blue eyes. "Thank you, Sawyer."

Halfway through the lobby, the sound of her shoes got the attention of the girls at the desk and she watched as Andrea did a double take.

"Ana?"

Ana smiled as she made her way to the desk. "It's me. Hi, Andrea."

Andrea continued to look up at her and then over her, confused.

"I wanted to apologize for being such a disaster for you before. My whole world seemed to be falling apart and I was in a bad way. I should have never tried taking the job in that state."

Andrea's face pulled down into a frown. "Ana... I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know. Is everything okay now? Did you need something?"

Smiling, Ana shook her head. "Thank you. It's getting better. I hope that you found someone much more fit for the job?"

Andrea let out a laugh. "Yes, actually. His name is Grayson, go figure. He's in with Mr. Grey now going over his itinerary."

Ana was happy to hear that it was a male, even though Christian hadn't given her a reason to worry, it still felt safer to have a male working at the desk alongside Andrea.

"So what brought you to Grey House, Ana?"

"Oh, right. I'm here to see Christian. When he's finished with his itinerary meeting, will you let him know I'm here?"

Andrea opened her mouth to reply, but the large double door to his office opened, a thin young black man stepping out with Christian behind him.

Christian's face lit up as soon as he spotted his girl. "My Ana."

Ana found herself mesmerized by the man she called a boyfriend. She had forgotten how powerful and intimidating he was at work. It was easy to see him more relaxed at home... even with his suit on... but here with his spine straight, shoulders back, one hand in his trouser pocket... holy fuck. He was a powerhouse. No wonder she couldn't stammer out more than a couple words at a time to him.

He reached her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "My baby." He greeted her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Thank you for coming. I have some extra time today and I wanted to spend it with you."

Ana gave him a bright smile. "That sounds great." Why was her words so breathy? She needed to get her shit together. She had been with this man for weeks. He had seen her naked. She has had his dick in her mouth. Stop being weird!

Christian gave Ana a wink. She was wearing the same expression she had worn when she worked there the month prior. He rather liked how captivated she was by him. It reminded him that her attraction to him was just as deep as his to her.

Andrea stood behind the desk, her mouth bobbing open and closed like a fish, and it only made his smile widen. "Andrea, meet my girlfriend, Anastasia."

Ana snorted. "I think we've met, Christian."

He smiled down at Ana. "Right. After I let Ana go from Grey House, we sort of hit it off." He shrugged. "So now, she's here for lunch. Grayson, will you please run out and get Ms. Steele and I some Panera?"

"Of course, sir. What do you prefer?"

"Ana?"

"Oh... um... the Chipotle chicken avocado melt would be lovely... and an iced tea please. Thank you."

Christian gave a nod. "I'll have the toasted steak and white cheddar with a lemonade. Appreciate it, Grayson."

Turning Ana using the arm wrapped around her waist, Christian steered them into office and shut the doors behind him, locking them.

"Oh."

"Oh, she says." He gave her a salacious grin and hoisted her up, carrying her over to the couch where he deposited her on her back. "I saw how you were eyeing me, baby girl. Let me take care of it." Reaching under her dress, he pulled down her white, lace panties and shoved them in his back pocket for safe keeping.

"I love this dress on you..." He ran his hands up her thighs, pushing the dress up. "And these red bottomed heels are making me hard."

She giggled, but squirmed. "Really?"

He nodded. "Only the best for my little girl. Only I can give you all this. It's fucking satisfying. Knowing you got all dressed up just for me? Well that deserves a reward." Pushing her thighs apart, his eyes went hazy. "So fucking perfect."

She wiggled on the couch below him. "Daddy... please."

Humming, he slipped his suit jacket off and threw his tie over his shoulder. "So polite." Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her needy center.

"My office is technically sound proof for security reasons, but I don't want to test that by you screaming. Moan all you want, but try to stifle your screaming."

She whimpered. "I promise. Please, Sir. Please taste me."

"My pleasure, princess."

His mouth found her center, but he wanted to work her up slowly, wanting it to be good. Ana didn't mind. She laid still, her fingers running through his hair every once in awhile while she moaned and mewled against him.

When his tongue thrust into her center, his intercom buzzer went off, causing both of them to grunt in disappointment.

"It's lunch. Stay." He pushed himself off the couch and wiped his face dry with his handkerchief on the way to his desk.

He hit the button to respond. "Bring it to the door."

Unlocking the door, he opened it a crack and Ana could hear Grayson's voice, but Christian didn't allow him entry. Taking the bag and drinks from him, he shut and locked the door on his way back to his girl.

He placed the bag and drinks on the table. "That isn't how I left you." He cocked an eyebrow at her.

She quickly yanked up her dress and opened her legs. She was too nervous that someone else would get a peek to stay how she was.

"When I tell you to stay, you stay. Do you think I'd let any fucker see you this so beautifully laid out?"

She flushed pink. "Um... no, Sir."

"Then why did you find it appropriate to hide what's mine?"

She shrugged against the couch. "I got nervous."

Running his hands over her thighs, he let his annoyance simmer down a little. "This is a warning, Anastasia. Next time there will be consequences."

"Yes, Daddy. I understand. I'm sorry."

He gave her a smile. "You're forgiven. Now let me finish you off so we can eat."

XxXxXx

"What about my panties?" Ana sat at the couch smoothing her dress down while Christian pulled their lunches out of the bag.

"There's no need for them right now. Eat." He handed her the sandwich.

"Oh, um okay." She slipped her shoes off and sat cross-legged on the couch so she could eat comfortably.

"Christ, Ana. You're going to be the death of me."

Chewing and unable to talk, she quirked an eyebrow at him. He responded by lifting her short dress and leaning his head to the side to get a perfect view of her.

She giggled with a hand over her mouth while she chewed and finally swallowed. "The dress covers! I thought you liked when I sit like this."

"Oh, baby, I do. Too much."

She bit her lip. "Good."

Groaning, he forced his attention back to his sandwich.

"You know, your office really is giant." Ana mentioned, looking it over.

"I like it that way."

"But there's so much space. You're always going into conference rooms for meetings. You've got plenty of room for a conference table and chairs over by the window there." She pointed.

"Yea... I've thought about that."

"And your walls are so bare. You have so many books at home. Why don't you have rows of shelving here? That tiny book case in the corner with a few business books in it is a little sad."

He chuckled. "You hate my office."

"I don't hate it... it just feels cold and boring. I know you're the boss man, but that doesn't mean it can't be a little warm and inviting. You're not this cold. If you don't want to add furniture, maybe we can liven it up with a little dancing."

Choking on his food, he hurried to take a drink of his lemonade. "Dancing? Okay, you've gone off the deep end."

She giggled. "Maybe. But the week I was here, all I wanted to do was spin in circles." She stood up and made her way to the middle of the room. "...Like the Sound of Music because it's so vast. Too bad it doesn't have the nice mountain view."

He watched her begin to spin in circles with her arms out, her chin pointed towards the ceiling while she giggled. Her dress fanned out around her upper thighs, giving him just barely a glimpse of the bottom of her naked backside. Grinning, he took another bite of his sandwich, glad that she was comfortable enough with him and his space to do something silly.

When she stopped, she leaned against his desk waiting for her dizziness to subside. She ran an index finger over the top. "How do you feel about fucking me here?" She tapped it.

Making his way toward her, his sandwich lay forgotten. He reached for her hand and placed it on the tent in his pants.

"What do you think, baby girl?"

"Now?" She was hopeful.

The side of his mouth raised into a lazy grin. "Now, huh? Something about it turn you on?"

She nodded. "I want you to fuck me at the top of your kingdom, where you control your kingdom, while everyone below you works... completely unaware that you're fucking your little girl until she so sore and sated, she can't walk straight."

Growling, he yanked her off the desk and moved her to the other side, where his chair was.

"Dress off. Bra off." He commanded. "If I'm laying you over this desk, you're going to be bare." Reaching behind her, he helped unzip the dress so she could yank it off. "There isn't a day that's going to go by that I won't think about you on this desk. If you thought I was insatiable already, you're really going to find out what that means after dreaming of you every day draped over this desk."

She shivered at his words. "Yes, please." As she reached behind herself to unclip her bra, an unwelcome thought entered her mind. "Have... have you done this before here? I mean, do you already have memories with another-"

"No, baby. I would never bring a woman I didn't have feelings for here... and GH was still being built during my last relationship. I was in a different building then... and she never bothered to come to see me."

Ana pouted. "Well, that's sad."

He shrugged before picking her up and placing her on his desk. "All that matters now is that you're here and soaking wet for me. You're the only one that matters. Lay back so I can fuck you, baby."

She did what he asked and spread wide for him, wanting to make him forget she made him think of his ex.

He pushed into her and they both groaned. "Nothing feels like this, my baby. Nothing could feel so good. You're fucking perfect." He gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed and pulled against her. "I love watching my cock disappear into you. You're such a good girl. You take it so good each time. Even though it makes your sore after, you still beg for it."

She hummed and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could see. "I love your cock."

His lips turned up into a smirk. "I see that. Look how wet you made my dick... the ring of cream around the base. Fuck, your a goddess." Anastasia had a praise kink that went deeper than anyone he'd been with. When he praised her during sex, talked to her, told her how good she was... it got her so damn turned on. She'd start to pant, leak down her thighs, and clamp down on him so tight. It was so fucking erotic. He'd never stop. His praise for her was never ending and her need for him physically never wavered.

Whimpering, she wrapped a leg around his waist. "Daddy, you still have your clothes on." It took her until then to realize he just undid his pants and slipped them down to his thighs.

"You're right."

"But I'm naked."

"Right again." He continued his slow, torturous movements in and out of her. He wouldn't crack first though. He wanted her to beg him for more.

"But I want to see you."

"But you don't make that decision. I'll fuck you how I please. And right now, it's with you completely naked and vulnerable for me while I fuck you over my desk. Then, I'll zip up and go about my day like nothing happened, while your cum is still wrapped about my dick."

"Oh, fuck. Please, Sir... faster. Harder. I need more."

"More, huh? That I will do."

He picked up his pace and strength, making her moan out. "Daddy yes! Just like that. Thank you. I'm-I'm going to come!"

"That's a good girl. Come around my dick, angel. You feel so good."

He rode her orgasm out, letting her walls milk him everytime he tried to pull out, and gave her a kiss when she relaxed.

"Roll over."

He helped her move when he realized she was having trouble and slid back into her while his hands began to knead her backside. When he felt her cheeks twitch in his hands and her thighs do the same, he couldn't help the cocky grin that appeared on his face. Taking his time to roll up his sleeves, he slowly slide in and out, enjoying the little twitches each time he hit her sweet spot.

"So sensitive today, little girl. I love when my cock makes you twitch every time I hit that spot just right. Hands behind your back, grasp your forearms. Be Daddy's good little girl."

When she obeyed, he gripped her arms in one hand and spanked her lightly, the way she liked. "Such a good girl for me."

He began to move and she gasped. "Daddy... Daddy! I don't know if I can be quiet without my hands!"

"Mmm, thank you for telling me, princess. Here... use me." He reached out with his other hand and placed his palm on the desk, allowing her to nuzzle into his forearm.

"Thank you, Daddy." She pressed a few kisses to his arm. "You smell so good."

He picked up his speed and she clamped her open mouth onto his arm to try to stifle herself. Her whole body began to twitch and startle with every thrust and he could feel himself already wanting to draw up.

"Fuck, you're so good. Come on, baby. I need you to come." He pistoned himself into her, hoping to get her there.

"Daddy-Daddy, no! I'm going to gush! I can feel it! I can't stop it. Stop! Stop!"

Leaning over her body, he growled into her ear, "Come."

Biting down on his forearm, she came like a waterfall, soaking both of them and the floor.

"Fuck, baby!" Between her flood, her tight grip on his penis, and the sting of her teeth, he came like a freight train, closing his eyes when his vision went black. "Jesus fucking Christ." His body relaxed over hers while they both sucked in air. "So damn sexy."

He had only gotten her to come like this once before and she was completely mortified over it, but he was determined to make her do it again. The fact that he had been the only one to get her to do such a thing and that it wasn't an easy task to achieve made it so much more satisfying for him. He was hoping that he'd eventually know her body well enough to manipulate it to squirt whenever he wanted, but he wasn't in a hurry. Learning about her was intriguing. He'd become an addict for her.

"I made a mess! I'm sorry, Sir. I tried not to."

"Hush, my baby. I liked it. I wanted it." He kissed her spine a few times before pushing off the desk so he could clean up. He pulled his soaked pants up and buttoned them so they stayed in place.

"Daddy, I don't think I can move. Too tired."

"I got you, my baby. I always will." He helped her sit on the edge of his desk while she tried to recuperate. She was still panting and her body was trembling from the force of her last O.

"Your pants are soaked." Her eyes were wide and she looked horrified. "What are we going to do?"

Wrapping her in his arms, he held her close, trying to relax her enough for the weakness and trembling to stop in her body. "I always keep extra suits at work. Don't worry. We'll get a quick shower and I'll redress you and then I'll clean up the desk."

"What about the floor?" She looked down and saw the big wet spot on his cream carpet.

"I'll have housekeeping run a shampooer over it. I'll tell them I spilled my drink."

"I'm a mess." Her head dropped to his shoulder, making him chuckle.

"A cute mess though."

"Daddy...!" She pulled away from him to pout.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He looked her over. "Your face is still flushed, baby. Do you have a headache?"

She nodded.

"Man, I bet you do. Let's get to my bathroom. I think I have pain reliever in there and we'll get cleaned up."

XxXxXx

Twenty minutes later, Ana was redressed and was reapplying her makeup while Christian slipped into his spare jacket and threw his soiled clothing in a dry cleaning bag.

"Does my makeup look okay?"

He looked her over. "Perfect. Can't even tell that I had my wicked way with you today."

She snorted. "Tell my wobbly legs and sore center that."

"Mmm," he wrapped his arms around her, "You'll be feeling me all afternoon, huh?"

"That's an understatement, handsome." Leaning up, she pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Is it okay if I get a Starbucks coffee on the way out?"

"Of course, baby. You've got cash on you?"

She nodded. "Yes, it's in my clutch." She looked around. "Where is my clutch?"

Christian spotted it sticking out from below the couch and made quick work of retrieving it for her. "Here you go, princess. Now go spend money. I like it."

"You're so weird."

He shrugged. "I might be, but you love me anyway."

She bit her lip. "Yes, I do." They had just said those three words to each other for the first time the day before and although it seemed fast, it felt completely right.

He kissed her. "I love you, too. Let me call Sawyer for you."

Ana watched while he hit Taylor's speed dial on his desk phone.

"Mr. Grey?"

"Ms. Steele is ready to leave."

"I'll send Sawyer."

Hanging up, he wrapped his arms around her one last time. "I hate that you are leaving but I have a meeting in fifteen and still need to clean up." His desk was still a mess and the coffee table was still littered with their lunch scraps. "I am going to enjoy sitting above your mark though. I hope I don't get hard."

She giggled. "Please don't. Let me help you clean up, Christian."

"No, no. It'll help clear my mind. If my mind is still wrapped up in what we just did, I won't hear a thing they say." Opening the door, he pressed one last kiss to her mouth and patted her butt. "Go on, baby. I love you. Enjoy your coffee. I'll see you tonight around seven."

She stepped out into the hallway where Sawyer was waiting. "I look forward to it. Love you more."

"Impossible."