Chapter 37: Thursday Office Video Calls

The next two days passed quickly, as Christian and Ana were both very busy. Ana was able to finish work at 5 p.m. both days, go straight home to her old apartment, and pack her most valuable possessions. She wished she'd had more time to prepare to move, but she was also grateful that she didn't have to do it all herself. Still, strangers were going to be packing her belongings, touching her stuff, and she wasn't happy about that. She was happy, however, that her Dom was making sure she was safe. And once she thought about it, she knew that Christian was right about her old apartment building. It wasn't secure enough for the girlfriend of Christian Grey. It really was a miracle that she hadn't been swarmed by the buzzards, as BB put it. BB was all for her big move, and they were planning to celebrate it on Friday night with a double date.

Work was busy but predictable for both of them. Christian continued to research potential acquisitions that Ros brought to his attention while also closing another deal. Like Ana, he finished work right on time and left the office by 5 p.m. both days, or shortly thereafter. While Ana was going to her old home to pack, Christian was headed to Bellevue, to his parents' home. Never in his life had he been so motivated to spend time with his family, but his little brother needed him now more than ever, and he knew that nobody could understand what Carson had been through like he could. Their mother had taken the rest of the week off work for some much needed personal time, as she was beside herself with anger and grief. Most of the anger was projected to herself, as she had been the one to bring that evil bitch into the lives of her precious children. She plotted how to get even with Elena while also doing some deep self-reflection. Perhaps she wasn't fit to be a pediatrician after all, since she'd missed all the signs of sexual abuse with not one but two of her own children.

More than once Christian felt he needed to talk his mother off a ledge… one where she was determined to go to prison for murdering her former friend, her sons' molester. Carrick was walking in the same shoes as Christian, trying to calm Grace and get her to see the merits of getting revenge in a legal way, while also coming to terms with his own failures as a father. He hadn't protected his sons, and he needed to do better with Carson. And Gabriela, his sweet angel. It made his stomach sick to think of what could have happened to both of them. What had already happened to Carson and Christian was horrible enough. Yes, Elena Lincoln needed to pay for her crimes, and Carrick was determined to find a way to make sure she did, but not at the expense of the freedom of any of his loved ones, or by putting his tortured son through additional torment. Carson still refused to press charges, and Carrick wasn't pushing him to, although he wished he would.

By the time Christian returned to Seattle each night, he was emotionally exhausted, so he was happy that he'd convinced Anastasia to spend the nights at his Escala penthouse. Her old apartment wasn't secure enough for her to sleep there. Once she finished her packing for the day, Sawyer brought her to Christian's, and they arrived home around the same time both nights. Both being exhausted, they talked little, showered together, had vanilla sex in his bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms. Christian was too tired to realize that he was beginning to prefer vanilla sex and the intimacy that it gave him with his girlfriend. Yes, Anastasia was still his submissive, but she was also so much more than that. And it didn't freak him out.

In the mornings, they got ready for work, and Christian got Taylor to drop Anastasia off on their way to Grey House. He liked this arrangement, so he considered not getting Anastasia her own car. He'd arranged for Prescott to drive one of the Audis, and that was fine. However, he wanted the best for his Princess, so he ordered a top of the line Mercedes SUV. Due to all the bells and whistles he wanted to be sure it had, it would take a few weeks to be ready. In the meantime, his own Mercedes and Prescott's Audi would be sufficient for Anastasia's transportation needs.

Thursday was, thankfully, a slow day for Christian. He didn't have any looming deals, and no more meetings about potential acquisitions until next week. All he had going on, really, was more research into those businesses, most of which he'd already completed. He had time to think about his beautiful Princess and all he wanted to do to her. And with her. Because yeah, he was thinking about more than scenes. With previous subs, he'd only ever thought about the scenes he'd do with them at Down Under. He didn't want to spend any time with them outside of the club. Not so with Anastasia. He was also thinking about trips they could take together, places he could show her, and adventures they could experience together. He still didn't know what was happening to him, but he wasn't fighting it.

He would have liked to have had lunch with her today, but she had a lunch meeting at work. Instead, he got Andrea to pick up his lunch at Miles To Go, Anastasia's favorite turkey club on honey oat bread. She was right; it was really good. He finished it off and started to get back to work, but he couldn't really concentrate on the spreadsheet he was looking at. His mind was completely on Anastasia when he received a video call that wasn't quite as pleasant, but from someone he cared about a lot, who really needed him at the moment.

"Hey, Carson," Christian answered. "What's up? Why aren't you in class?"

"It's my free period, and I took a restroom break."

"You're FaceTiming me from the men's room?" Christian asked in disgust.

Carson rolled his eyes, which didn't really bother Christian. "Yeah, deal with it. I'm calling for a reason. Do you think I should press charges?"

"Do you want to press charges?" Christian asked, sitting up straight and looking at Carson's face.

"Answer me first," Carson insisted. "I know Mom and Dad want me to. Gabby thinks I should. Elliot and Mia think I should. What do YOU think?"

Christian sighed. "I think it's your decision, Carson. And I get why you'd not want to do it. I mean, hell, I never even considered pressing charges because I didn't realize she was committing a crime. And now, it's too late for me to do anything. You heard Dad. But it's not too late for you, Carson."

"So you're saying that if it weren't too late for you, you'd do it?" Carson asked.

"Damn straight, I would," Christian answered. "That bitch needs to pay for how she hurt us and all the other kids she's hurt."

"I hate her," Carson spat. "But… I'm also afraid of her."

"I'll protect you," Christian promised.

"I know you keep saying that, and I know you know how smart she is, but if I do this, I'll have to testify against her in court. And look at my record, Christian. Who's a jury going to believe, a fucked-up kid or a distinguished business-owner?

"Distinguished, my ass," Christian responded. "There would be more evidence than just your testimony, Carson. The jury will believe the preponderance of evidence. The fact that you're a fucked-up kid will just convince the jury why she targeted you."

Carson sighed. "I keep thinking about something you said. You blamed yourself because if you'd said something years ago when she was doing it to you, she wouldn't have been able to get to me. And I keep thinking about the other kids she's done it to between then and now. And the ones she'll keep doing it to in the future. It's not just about me. And I can stop her. I want to press charges."

Christian was surprised and extremely proud of his brother. "Have you told Dad?"

"He's in court all afternoon," Carson said. "He's got a big case that's stressing him out. Mom's free, and she can take me, but…" He trailed off.

"You want me to come too?" Christian offered.

"Can you?" Carson squeaked. "I mean… if you're not too busy?"

"I'm not too busy, and I can come pick you up right now," Christian answered.

Carson said, "No, I can't miss Geometry, and I've got it next. I'll be done after that, at 3:00. I've got to get back to the study hall before the monitor comes looking for me. And I need to tell Mom."

"Let me take care of Mom, and you get back to class. I'll see you at 3:00."

"Thanks, Christian," Carson said.

"Anytime, little bro," Christian replied.

"You know I hate it when you call me that," Carson complained.

"Tough shit," Christian responded, and ended the call with a smile. He immediately called Grace and told her about Carson's phone call and decision to press charges. Grace was happy but worried. She agreed to meet him at Carson's school and ride with them to the police station.

That settled, he was happy to receive a text from Anastasia, who was finished with her lunch meeting and checking in with him.

Christian: Good girl. How are you feeling, Princess?

Anastasia: Horny. I removed the ben-wa balls I wore this morning, and now I just feel… empty. One day, I'd like to wear a vibrating egg that you control. Will a remote control work from Grey House? Does the distance matter?

Christian had to adjust his erection. His Princess wanted to play, and he was game. He wasn't going to let her get away with topping from the bottom, though. He refused to answer her question, but he liked the idea. Yes, a remote control would work, and he could get her to video herself. He might even show up and fuck her right there in her office. It sounded really hot.

Christian: Are you free right now? When's your next meeting?

Anastasia: Not until 2:30. Yes, I'm all yours.

Christian smiled in delight. Yes, she was all his, indeed. As he texted her instructions, he felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. What he was about to do to her wasn't remotely childish, though. He'd like nothing more than to head over to the Mile High building and fuck her in person today, but there wasn't time. He'd need to leave soon to pick up Carson and their mom.

Anastasia got up from her desk and went to her bathroom, where she followed Christian's instructions. As she returned to her desk, she looked out her window and was glad that none of the workers in the office across from hers could see her. She could see people in offices, but she knew the windows of her building were mirrored, so they couldn't see her. Even though the thought of anyone seeing her... exposed... was exciting in some ways, for professional reasons, she was relieved that they couldn't. For the moment, her body was covered, but she knew that was about to change.

As soon as she sat down at her desk, she received Christian's Skype call. She answered and made sure that the camera was working. She saw his face appear on her screen, and she could see her own in the corner, so she knew he could see her.

"Having a good day, Princess?" he asked her.

"Better now, Sir," she answered.

He smiled. "I guess my instructions gave away the fact that this is a scene. I've never done a scene via Skype. Another first."

"You have a beautiful smile, Sir," she told him.

"So do you, Princess," he answered. But right now, I really want to see more of you than your pretty face. I want to see some pretty pink things. Did you do as I asked?"

"Of course, Sir," she answered.

"Show me," he ordered her.

She unbuttoned her blouse and bared her bra-less breasts for him. He had ordered her to remove her bra before he called. She made sure that he could see the upper half of her body through the camera.

Christian gazed at her lustfully. "I've been thinking about your beautiful tits all day, Princess. Pinch your nipples for me."

As Anastasia obeyed, she had to force herself not to moan.

"Fuck, you're hot!" Christian groaned. "Did you put the towel in your chair, like I told you to, and push your skirt up?"

"Yes, Sir," Anastasia answered. "I'm already dripping on the towel."

Christian sucked in a breath. He already had his cock out and was stroking it. His own towel was folded across his leg, ready for him. "OK, Princess, this is going to be quick since we're at work. Keep pinching your left nipple. Don't stop doing that. With your right hand, push your right tit up so you can reach it with your tongue. Lick that pretty pink bud, and imagine that's my tongue tasting you. Yes, just like that. Holy fuck!" Christian knew watching Anastasia perform like this for him, he was not going to last long.

Anastasia's whole body was tingling, and she believed that she could have come simply by playing with her own tits for Christian. She had not even touched her clit yet.

"Keep it up with your left hand," Christian continued. "Use your right hand to steady yourself as you put both feet up in your chair and spread your knees. Lean back so I can see your cunt."

As she obeyed him, Anastasia rolled back from her desk just enough for her lower body to be seen on camera.

"My God, you're dripping wet. You're stunning, Princess. God, I wish I could taste you right now. Do you know how delicious you are? Taste yourself, Princess. Rub your fingers through your pussy and then lick your fingers."

This was something Anastasia had never done before, and she found it delightfully erotic. She didn't like the taste of herself, but she loved the look on Christian's face as he was getting increasingly excited watching her.

"Tell me how good you taste, Princess," Christian ordered.

"Not as good as you, Sir," Anastasia answered as she continued licking her fingers. "I wish these were your fingers."

"Imagine they are," he responded. "Put them back in your pussy. Use two fingers to penetrate yourself. Yes, good, now fuck yourself for me. God, Princess, I can hear the sloshing sound. You're so fucking wet for me."

Anastasia was climbing higher quickly. If she touched her clit, she knew she'd come in seconds. But she waiting for his command.

"Do you like this, Princess? Do you like performing for me on camera?" Christian teased. He could see how close she was getting, and he was fighting hard to hold back his own orgasm.

"God, yes!" Anastasia moaned.

"I want you to rub your clit, but don't come. Don't you dare come until I tell you to. Feel how good your fingers feel. Imagine that's my tongue. God, baby, you're so delicious. I could eat you all day."

Anastasia moaned as she obeyed him. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop the orgasm that was threatening to overcome her. "Please," she begged.

"Not yet," Christian moaned as he got his towel ready. "Rub harder. Imagine that's my lips sucking on your delicious clit."

"Oh, God, I can't..." she protested as she rubbed harder. Sweat was beaded on her forehead, and she continued to tease her left breast. Christian had never seen a more glorious sight than Anastasia just before her orgasm overcame her. Her skin was glowing, and her eyes were the most amazing ocean blue he'd ever seen.

"Now, come with me, Princess," Christian shouted as his own release hit him hard.

Anastasia groaned loudly as she let the orgasm take over. Holy shit, that was hot. She'd never gotten herself off at work before, and if it hadn't been for Christian, she never would have done anything like this, but as she came down from her orgasm, she felt hornier than ever.

"That was probably the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," Christian told her when he'd recovered enough from his own orgasm to talk.

"Considering what I know of your life, that's quite a complement," she joked.

"Indeed," Christian agreed, smiling so widely that it just about took Anastasia's breath away.

"God, I really need you to fuck me, Sir," Anastasia blurted out before she could stop herself.

"I really need to fuck you too, Princess," he responded. "And I will as soon as I see you tonight."