CHAPTER 5

Thursday night, Christian pulled up in the driveway at Ana's house. She showed up at the door letting him in the vestibule. She had on a long sleeve zip up low back bodycon midi dress in emerald green with matching high heels. She had her hair styled in a soft loose side flip that started on top of her head flowing down onto her shoulder. Christian thought she was so incredibly beautiful but was tempted by the gold zipper just above her ass on her lower back. He flirted with the idea of how he wanted to play with that zipper and see how many teeth he could pull it down until she noticed. He was grinning thinking of it. She had on her emerald diamond jewelry set. She smiled at him as she grabbed her purse and put on her knee length Donna Salyers' Fabulous Furs faux arctic fox fur coat she got from Neiman Marcus. It looked so very real.

Ana glanced at his face and giggled saying, "No you can't pull it down, and I know what that look means on your face. You naughty Christian." He smiled and chuckled but didn't deny it.

They drove to Canalis, had a fancy meal presentation of several dishes and split a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. While eating Christian asked Ana, "Ana will you show me how to have a vanilla relationship… with you? I want to try to have more than what I have been doing."

Ana looked at him seriously, trying to read him and stated, "I can teach you about a vanilla relationship but, I will not share or put up with you cheating on me. I am very monogamous. One cheat and I am gone for good." He nodded.

Christian replied, "I feel the same way. No cheating. I refuse to share you with anyone else either. Do you think after we have sex and are comfortable enough with each other we might bring some aspects into intimacy?"

Ana blushed and said, "Christian, I'm no prude, but playing can be fun. You must go slow. This is no arrangement, it will be deeper than that and being you haven't had a relationship, we must go slow. We need to learn about each other. We will see how everything goes ok?"

He smiled and said, "I can do that." Christian reached across the table and took her hand. Ana smiled at him and sipped her wine.

Christian was driving her home and picked up a tail. He said warily, "Someone is following us, hold on, I'm going to hit the freeway and open it up." Ana sat back in the seat when he hit the open freeway and punched it.

After a little while Ana asked, "Are they still with us?"

Christian replied, "Yeah, call Taylor." He handed her the unlocked phone. She dialed it.

Ana told him, "Taylor, I'm putting you on speaker phone."

Christian described to him, "Taylor, I have a blue or black sedan on my ass trying to climb in the trunk. I am pushing it at high speed on the I-5 and haven't lost them yet."

Taylor replied, "Come to the parking deck I'll be down there with Reynolds. We will see if we can ID them." Christian was getting nervous as they hit the city streets again. Christian pulled into the parking deck and Taylor saw a black BMW with Elena driving go by. Christian and Ana hurried holding hands, up to the elevator and he punched in the code. Taylor and Reynolds took the service elevator.

Christian pushed her into the wall and ravished her mouth. She touched him like before rubbing the back of his head with her fingernails lightly scratching through his hair. Christian was lost in the taste of her mouth and the feel of her beautiful body up against his body. The elevator dinged and he kissed while leading her out of the elevator. He broke the kiss and pecked her mouth once more. He took her coat and hung up both of theirs. He led her by holding her hand to the security room.

Christian asked Taylor, "What did you see?"

Taylor was pulling up video leads on his computer. Taylor said, "It was Mrs Lincoln. Black four-door sedan and I saw the driver. I'm trying to see if the monitors outside show her. The only one is too far away that has the angle."

Christian said angrily, "I can't believe her trying to practically drive into me. What the hell is wrong with her?"

Ana answered stoically, "It's right there Christian put the pieces together."

Christian declared, "She has never acted like this before."

Ana replied, "She is jealous and treating it like a threat to her."

Christian took Ana to the living room and turned on the fireplace. He turned into her and started kissing her. Ana started giggling and got up on her tiptoes and kissed him in a soft loving way.

When she broke the kiss said, "I need to ask you something and it may make you uncomfortable but I have no intentions behind it?" He nodded looking in her eyes. They both sat down on the couch.

Ana asked, "Is Elena the one who taught you that version of BDSM?" Christian was shocked instantly. He wondered how she knew. He asked himself, 'It wasn't that obvious was it?'

Christian looked at her with apprehension in his eyes. He said, "I wasn't sure if I was going to tell you all this tonight or wait until another night." They sat on the couch.

Ana stated, "I find that diving all the way into a pool at once, is easier than dragging out the inevitable. That way there are no misconceptions or miscommunications." Christian got up and got himself a glass of bourbon and Ana a glass of wine. He sat back down.

Christian said with his hands hanging between his knees looking down, "I was born the son of a crack whore. She neglected me because of her addiction. Her pimp would abuse me by beating us both, making me watch him rape her and putting his lit cigarettes out on my back and chest. When I was four years old, my mother overdosed and died. I was left alone with her body for four days. I thought she was just sleeping for a long time, like when she was passed out before. I was hungry and all we had was a frozen bag of peas in the house to eat. I covered her up with my blanket and slept next to her. I remember the pimp coming in and screaming at me telling me I killed my own mother and slammed the door. The last thing I remember was the EMT people coming in and me screaming because I couldn't tolerate them touching me. I was taken to the hospital and that is where I met Dr Grace Trevelyan Grey. She was on the afternoon shift covering the ER. She treated me and didn't touch me like the others but fed me. A couple months later I was adopted by her and my father Carrick Grey. They had a son previously adopted. Elliot is a couple years older than me as you know. I had a lot of trouble adjusting to things. I hoarded food all the time and I wouldn't talk for two years."

"One day, they brought home a baby girl about three months old, my sister Mia. They told me that she was my baby sister. That night I slept on the floor next to her crib watching over her and protecting her. The baby started to cry and I went to get my mother and said the name "Mia". My mother cried because she was so happy. I started talking after that." Christian looked over at Ana and she had tears falling down her cheeks as she was wiping them away. Christian reached over and wiped her cheeks off with his thumbs and kissed her on the lips. He whispered, "Don't cry Anastasia, it was all a long time ago." Christian continued after a big slug of wine and got up and got more bourbon.

When he sat back down Ana scooted closer up next to him on the couch and lightly caressed his hair on the back of his neck. Christian closed his eyes and moaned. He sat back up inhaling deeply and Ana put her hand back in her lap.

Christian continued, "I never felt like I deserved my family's love. That I wasn't worthy of them. By the time my teens hit I was going through puberty and was fighting a lot because the kids at school would try to touch me on purpose to piss me off. Sometimes, the touching would happen accidentally, causing me burning pain on my back and chest. I would automatically lash out. I desired girls but they could never touch me on my back and chest and it caused me angst and frustration. After a couple years, I was around fifteen. I started drinking and stealing booze from my father. I was kicked out of three schools for fighting and drinking and my parents were at their wits end."

"One day, my mother sent me over to do yard work for Elena and her husband to remove rubble from their new addition and landscaping. I was working there in the heat and took off my shirt. Elena came out into the back yard wearing close to nothing in a see through robe with a glass of iced lemonade. At the time she was about thirty five years old. I said some smart mouth comment to her and she slapped me across the face, then she kissed me." Anastasia stiffened.

"The next day she took me in the house and sucked me off. She said if I wanted more, to keep coming back. One day, she took me down to her dungeon and let me fuck her and said I could gain control of myself through BDSM. She said if I was good and did as I was told and made my parents happy, I would get rewarded and get to fuck her. If I didn't do the right things I would get punished." Ana moved to the side, sitting away from Christian. Ana was pissed. Christian took another drink of bourbon and continued.

"When I was 18, I went to Harvard and I was told to not even look at a girl there. Elena would drop in unexpectedly to check up on me. I dropped out after my first year. My father was furious and wouldn't let me use my trust fund money to start my business, even with a business plan. Elena gave me $100,000 dollars to start up my business. I had been her submissive for six years over all, until that moment I wanted her to train me to be a dominant at age twenty one. She was what they call a "switch", when you go from a dominant to a submissive. She told me that the only way I could have sex was by tying the women up so they couldn't touch me. She said that I was incapable of love because I was too damaged and would have to do everything her way."

"Five years ago, six months after I was trained to be a dominant, my business had taken off and I gave her a million dollars in return for the startup capital. By that time, her husband had divorced her. He left her after finding out she was having sex with me and beat her up. I wanted to help her in return for helping me. She started finding me submissives that were vetted by her from the BDSM clubs. It was safer than trolling the clubs to find subs. My reputation was starting to build up, and I could put them under contract easier than trying to get them myself. She did it because she knew what I liked or didn't like. She presented me with a business plan one day for a salon business, so I helped by investing 60% to get her on her feet. Later, she started expanding to three now."

"I always made it clear in the beginning to any of the submissives I contracted that it was an arrangement, that it was not an emotional relationship with me. I wasn't allowing my emotions to be involved. It was only sex. That's why BDSM is all I know." Christian exhaled big and took another big slug draining his glass. Christian was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Ana to get up and leave again.