CHAPTER 2
She put her hand over her mouth and said astonished, "Oh my God. Holy shit!" She walked into the room but refused to touch anything. She couldn't believe it was a fucking sex dungeon.
She looked at the flogger with razor barbs on a rack hanging and another with metal studs with pointed heads. He said, "It's called a flogger." She thought, 'No shit, Sherlock. It's got fucking barbs on the tips. This has got to be a fucking joke, but he's looking so fucking serious it can't be. This is a goddamn room of pain and torture. Fucking canes, bullwhips a goddamn cabinet full of restraints. What the fuck am I still doing in here?!'
He said, "Say something please."
She asked on guard, "Do women do this to you or do you do it to them?"
He said, cautiously, "I do this to women. With women. Women who want me to." He thought she looked like a frozen deer ready to bolt. She thought, 'For the sake of an ever loving God, why? They must be women abused in their formative years or flat out kinky types use to that kind of weapon to be used on them.'
She said, "You're a sadist?"
He corrected, "I'm a dominant."
She asked, turning to look at him, "What is the difference to you and what does that mean to you?"
He said directly, "It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me." She knew he evaded answering both questions.
She asked him, "Why would I ever want to do that?"
He said seriously, "To please me."
She huffed, "Please you? How is that?"
He said, "I have rules, if you follow them, I'll reward you. If you don't, I'll punish you."
She said looking around the room, "You'd punish me, you'd use these things on me?"
He said, "Yes."
She asked him, "What would I even get out of this?"
He said, "Me."
She said, "You?" He nodded and she was thinking that was arrogant.
He said after a moment, "I need to get you out of this room. It's too hard to concentrate with you here." He had an uncomfortable hard on from the moment she walked into the room. She walked straight out the door and down the hall he was following her after hitting the light switch and closing the door at a distance.
He said coming up behind her touching her elbow and she stopped turning to look at him, "If we were to do this, this would be your room. You can decorate it however you like." He flicked on the light switch.
She looked inside and asked incredulously, "You want me to move in here with you?"
He explained firmly, "Not full time, just Friday through to Sunday. We can negotiate the particulars."
She asked curiously, "So you would want me to sleep in here with you?"
He said firmly, shaking his head, "No, I sleep downstairs. I told you I don't sleep with anyone. After a scene you, you will want your own room." She turned and left the room to go downstairs. He followed behind her.
She asked stoically, "What if I don't want anything to do with any of this?"
He said flatly, "Then I understand completely."
She inquired, "But then there would not be any relationship at all, right?"
He said, "This is the only sort of relationship I have with women." She thought what a lonely, solitary, fucked up man he is.
She asked, looking him directly in the eyes trying to get a read on him, "Why is that?"
He said emotionlessly, "Because it's just the way I am."
She asked firmly back, "When you said negotiate, what did you mean by that?" She stopped back at the dinner table, took her wine glass filling it up and drank the whole thing, putting it back down empty.
Christian said watching her knowing she was getting agitated, "I already have the contract prepared. It's fairly detailed. You would review it, and negotiate what you are and are not willing to try."
She asked curiously, "Let me see the contract. I am a fairly fast speed reader." She just wanted to see what negotiating meant to him and his contract would say it all.
He went into his office and brought her a packet in a brown envelope. She sat on the couch crossing her legs sitting back and pulled out the paperwork and started skimming through it and flipping pages. After a minute she got to the end, put it all back in the packet and tossed it on the coffee table as it slid across a bit. She stood up, went to the closet in the foyer and took out her jacket. She realized that he must not have any idea who she really was as of yet to offer material things. She figured that her background check must be harder to get at than normal.
She slid on her jacket without a word. He walked up to her and said, "Why are you leaving?"
She turned and said facetiously, while chuckling amused, "Oh, I'm sorry, but after reading that paperwork you call a contract, I decided that I'm done here with you. Your contract is crap, Mr Grey. If that contract is anything to go by, it's a temporary master/slave contract. It's not BDSM your practicing here and it doesn't have a fucking thing leaving room to negotiate other than allowing you to run roughshod over women within a list of expectations. It's a list of items they will let you do to them, a list of weapons to do it with and a list of nothing but rules so narrow to travel it begs for breaking on purpose. See, Mr Grey, the definition of the word negotiation, in its most basic form, is an exchange of dialogues involving two or maybe more parties who are striving to reach a consensus on their dilemma by give and take on all sides. You should know that already as a businessman. You give nothing and have left no room to give anything of yourself in return but sex, money, pain and whatever the fuck you do to your subs. It's all in exchange for materialism. Which in the basic form is still prostitution. A person can fuck a robot like that, though with no emotional attachment, makes it easy for a sadist to operate within those parameters. The rigid set of rules just begs for infraction. Besides, if you read the background check on me ahead of time, you would know that I don't need your money, clothes, cars or jewelry in exchange for sex like a whore. I have something that the women that agree to your sex games don't have, self worth, integrity, self esteem and the ability to kick your ass and hand it back to you, if needed. I can pay for my own cab ride back to Portland, Mr Grey." He stood there looking at her not saying a word as the elevator doors opened up. He was in shock at her behavior. Nobody has ever talked to him like that, especially a woman.
She stepped in and turned around saying, "Goodbye, Christian Grey. Whoever told you this was true BDSM, totally lied to you about what it truly is. I know because I have had friends that are in the lifestyle and the business, though I'm not. I'm sorry for you because you will be successful in business, yet remain alone and die alone with nobody to share it all with." The doors closed.
She went to the concierge area and ordered a cab to come take her one way back to Portland at 10 pm.
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Three days later, Christian was sitting at his desk looking over Ana's background check he finally was able to get and was blown away at what he found out about her. He thought she was just a twenty five year old student graduating at WSU Vancouver. Boy, was he very very wrong.
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Name: Anastasia Rose Steele
Birthdate: 9-10-1985
Social Security: 392-35-5346
Phone number: 360-433-1526
Address:
Haven Hills
Apt# 130
13914 NE Salmon Creek Ave, Vancouver, WA 98686
Premier on Pine
1525 9th Ave. Suite #3505
Seattle, WA 98101
230 Wyndham Valley Road, Montesano, Washington 98563
Banks:
Chase Bank
Acct# 274965322 $9,136,234.67
Huntington Bank
Acct#13429867459 $64,457,983.23
Offshore Accounts:
Caye International Bank
San Pedro, Belize
Acct #564913442689 $287,670,511.44
Education:
Montesano High School- 9-1997/6-1999 valedictorian at age 13.
SAT Score: 1340
Harvard University
Massachusetts Hall, Cambridge, MA 02138
Double Bachelors(acquired at age 15 in 2001)
Major: Econometrics
GPA: 4.0
Major: Statistics
GPA: 4.0
WSU(Foster) PACCAR Hall, 4273 E Stevens Way NE, Seattle, WA 98195
Double Masters degrees (09-2006 to 05-2011)
Major: Business Analytics
Graduated: Summa Cum Laude
GPA: 4.2 -Masters
Major: Business Administration
Graduated: Summa Cum Laude
GPA: 4.0 -Masters
Certifications: CPR, First-aid, Advanced Self Defense, Advanced Survivalist, Gun Range Master, Certified Intelligence Analyst Specialist (CIAS) (All certifications are current)
Fluent Languages: English, Spanish, Chinese, Arabic, Japanese, French and German
Previous Employment:
Analytic Methodologist (2001-2006)
Central Intelligence Agency
1000 Colonial Farm Road, Langley, Fairfax County, Virginia
Current Employment:
Retired CIA -age 20
Full-time Student
Father: Frank Lambert,
b: 9-1-1960
d: 9-11-1985
m: 12-12-1984
Mother: Carla Mae Wilks
b: 7-17-1965
Stepfather: Raymond Steele(former Marine Raider- Colonel)
b: 7-31-1961
d: 11-15-2005
m: 6-12-1986
div: 7-14-1990
Stepfather: Stephen Morton
b: 8-20-1963
m: 8-16-1990
div: 2-15-1991
Stepfather: Robert Adams
b:4-5-1967
m: 4-6-1992
div: 1-17-1994
Stepfather: Michael Johnson
b: 3-12-1963
m: 4-10-1995
div: 3-23-1998
Stepfather: Charles Frankfort
b: 8-27-1969
m: 6-29-1999
div: 4-30-2001
Stepfather: Carlson Whitmire
b: 10-5-1968
m: 7-5-2003
div: 4-19-2006
Stepfather: Giffin Huffington
b: 1-30-1963
m: 5-6-2006 present
Political Associations: Unknown
Religious Affiliations: Unknown
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Criminal Offenses: Unknown
Relationships: Unknown
DMV:
2005 Ford Escape SUV
License plate# RJS731
1971 Dodge Charger 426 HEMI
License plate# ARS910
2011 McLaren MP4-12C
License plate #BMX427
Permits: CCW
Registered firearms: Kel-Tec P-11, Sig Sauer P226
Special Note: (All CIA information is sealed other than what you see.)
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Christian's mouth was hanging open. He tried to unknowingly offer a retired ex-CIA operative genius multimillionaire to be a sub. He thought, 'What the fuck was I thinking? This woman is like Mrs Smith from the movies. No wonder she was built like an incredible goddess, highly intuitive into my contract and beautiful beyond comparison. She really could kick my ass and hand it back to me. What the hell?'
He was shocked at all her certificates and degrees. He was amazed at her four degrees that were all perfect for the business he was in. He thought, 'She would qualify as an executive position in my company in acquisitions. I wonder if she has had any offers yet. Perhaps, I could get her to work for me and I could get to know her better. That might be an intro to finding out who she really is?' It was driving him crazy because he just couldn't let it go. She was becoming an obsession in his mind. He wanted her badly and didn't know why because she was everything opposite to the women he was always after. He decided that he needed to talk to Flynn and find out why he was so driven towards this gorgeous woman, who is everything but what he had wanted before seeing her for the first time.