Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

I’m dutifully waiting at the airport for Mia, receiving a few curious glances from the few people that are at the airport at this ungodly hour of the day. To pass the time I respond to a few emails when I am torn from my phone from a louder than loud squeal from my over-enthusiastic sister flying across the airport directly for me. How the fuck can she be so energetic after an 11-hour flight?
She flies right into my arms, that I luckily managed to open, otherwise she would have knocked us both on our asses.
“Christian, I’m so happy to see you. God I’ve missed you so so much”
Maybe it is my newfound softer side, but having her back makes me realize that I have actually missed her quite a bit as well.
“I’ve missed you too, sis”
She puts her feet down and looks at me like I have grown horn or something. After studying me for a bit longer than I find comfortable she smirks at me and I know she is seeing right through me and before I manage to divert her attention she starts on the tirade.
“You’ve changed, Christian. Would that have anything to do with a certain brunette?”
“I’m not talking about that, Mia.”
“What is she like? What is it about that has captured you?”
“I’m not captured, Mia. Would you just drop it?”
“What the fuck?”
“I knew it.”
“You knew what?” This is starting to piss me off, she is just smirking at me and it is a little disconcerting to know that she is apparently seeing something that I am not yet quite understanding myself.
“I just knew it, you’d up and fall in love with the first girl that turns your head.”
“I am NOT in love. Now just drop it and let’s get your bags.”
“Whatever you say, bro. I can totally tell.”
“For fucks sake, Mia. Just drop it.”
“Sure thing, bro.”
God, that girl can be so annoying sometimes. If she was not my sister I would have given her much worse than that. The most annoying part is that I have not figured our what the fuck is going on here, but I know that I am NOT in love. I am not capable of loving nor being loved.
I heave all her bags out to the SUV and start the drive towards Bellevue and a whole day spent with my family. I cannot remember the last time this has happened and I intend to drive back to Escala for a few hours or more, just to get some distance before the big welcome home family dinner tonight. Apparently Elena is coming to the dinner and I need to prepare myself for that. I am not in the mood to deal with her today and of course my mother has unknowingly of our situation told Elena all about Ana and I. So Elena has been trying to contact me for the past few days.
I also need to prepare for Ana’s visit tomorrow. Even though she technically have not signed the contract yet, she has agreed to be my sub and therefore I am planning on taking her to the playroom. I just need to figure out how to do the scene with her. It has to be very light, firstly so I do not scare her to death, so she never wants to come back, but I do not want to send her into subspace, that will probably cause more damage than good. So I will not inflict pain, it will be more about the pleasure and I will have to ease her into the pain over a long while. I am not making the same mistake I made the other day and spanking her too hard.
In my early days as a Dom, being taught by how Elena acted, I did not do any aftercare after a scene, I usually left the sub to herself. But after having a long talk with the woman who runs the service that has provided me with subs for a long time and a talk with one of my former subs, I realized how important it is to do the aftercare and make sure the sub does not drop too much after a scene. After the drop Anastasia did the other day, I felt like I failed as a Dom, I should have predicted it. But because of my own emotions, I left her when she told me she was okay. Of course she was not okay.
“You look totally lost in thought, Christian. Are you okay?”
Mia pulls me out of my thoughts and I realize that I totally forgot she was with me.
“Sorry, Mia. I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Would it be about your girl?” My girl, god that sounds good.
“No, it’s about business.”
“So how was France?”
“You will not believe the things I’ve seen and done, it was just amazing and there was this girl that I started talking to……”
She blabbers all the way to Bellevue and when I pull up in front of the house, she leaps out into to our mothers arms almost before I stop the car. A few minutes of silence is fantastic. I have a ringing in my ear from all the talk she has been doing.
“Aren’t you coming sweetheart?” My mom pokes her head through the open door that Mia jumped out of.
“Yeah, just trying to stop the ringing in my ear from Mia’s squealing and talking.” My mom starts laughing heartily and I wish I could make her do that more often.
“Yes, she does seem rather enthusiastic.”
“Isn’t that an understatement?”
“Come along, son.” My father yells from the stairs and I am pretty sure that he is already tired of hearing Mia talking since she has not stopped talking at all and he needs someone to suffer with him.

After a few hours at Bellevue I excuse myself to go back to Escala to get some work done and get ready for tonight. That way Mia can get settled at my mom and dad’s and I can get some quiet, perfect solution.

I wander around my apartment when I get home, unable to find some calm and just sit down. Tomorrow Anastasia is coming here and even though she has been here before, this time it is different. This time she is mine and she is going to be coming here often, if I have anything to say about it and the Dom that I am, feels certain that I will get my way.

I walk to my playroom, open the door and look at all my toys and equipment. I remember the way Anastasia reacted when I brought her in here. I have become quite adept in reading people and when I saw the arousal in her eyes I almost leapt at her, right here. Who would have thought she was actually a virgin, FUCK that still pisses me off.
The thought of Anastasia here gives me an instant hard-on and now I need something to occupy me so I do not end up at my parents with a chronic hard-on from the mental images of Anastasia.
But I still need to plan the scene for tomorrow. I cannot leave anything to chance about this. I need her to enjoy so much, that she wants to do it again, preferably very soon.

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

When the horribly boring meeting is over I tell Taylor to arrange for a Blackberry to be send to Anastasia, all ready to go, with her email already there and tracking device, which is on all electronic devices that I own.
Taylor keeps looking at me with a smirk on his face and keeps hinting at the fact that I did not sleep in my own bed last night. It is fucking annoying, he is almost worse than Elliot – almost.

I head up to my hotel room to get ready for a quick meeting before going back to Seattle. It feels fucking weird to be going so far away from Anastasia but at least she is moving to Seattle on Saturday. Which Elliot is helping them do, I cannot imagine how that will go down and I am a little afraid what he will be saying about me to Anastasia and to Kate for that matter as well. But then again, Anastasia knows about my lifestyle, which Elliot does not.
I decide that no matter what, he cannot say anything that will scare her off, she knows what she is saying yes to.

When my meeting is over I get an email from Anastasia, thanking me for yet another gadget and asking me why I do this. I think to myself that, that is a very good question. I am not entirely sure myself, I just know that I love our email banter, so I want that to continue.
But she is busy at work so she promises me that she will email me when se get home, so I will have to wait the four hours before she gets home.
I have packed up my things and get ready to leave for Seattle, knowing that the next time I see Anastasia we are actually living in the same city and will start our contract and I am very well aware of the amount of joy I get from this and that I am deep shit.

When I get back to Seattle I am immediately bombarded with papers to sign, people wanting to speak to me, wants me to do something, that I completely forget the time.
When I finally make to Escala and throw myself on the couch, I feel completely empty. I went to a fucking fundraising dinner and I hate those. I have always loved coming after those things, but I today I have a different feeling walking into my apartment; it feels empty. I feel stupid for thinking that it is because Anastasia is missing, since she has only been here once. But I can already feel that I am missing her smile and her scent. I have been able to smell her all day, but that smell is fading away now and I realize that it saddens me.
Even though it is now 11.30 PM she has still not emailed me or texted me. I have heard nothing from her even though she promised me that she would email me when she got home.
I have talked to Taylor who tells me that she was indeed at home when he went there to pick up the car, yet she has not emailed me while she was at home.
I have called her several times without answer and the security detail assigned to her tells me that she is at home and that a man has entered their apartment. When they describe him I nearly jump out of my skin with anger and …… FUCK ….. I’m crazy jealous. José fucking Rodriquez.  I left her a message earlier.

I think you need to learn to manage my expectations. I am not a patient man. If you say you are going to contact me when you finish work, then you should have the decency to do so. Otherwise, I worry, and it’s not an emotion I’m familiar with, and I don’t tolerate it very well. Call me.

After the voicemail I also sent her and email hoping that she would answer that.
As the evening progressed I felt more and more deflated. I have not heard anything from Anastasia, but the security detail has informed me that my brother has arrived at their apartment so at least I would know if something were wrong, he would call me.
I start wondering whether she has gotten second thoughts about us and feel even more deflated at the thought of that.
I shower and decide to forgo going to bed, I know that I cannot sleep anyway so I may as well just give up trying.
I go to the piano to dispel my horrible mood, I have gone past angry and just feel ….. empty. I miss Anastasia terribly and wonder what she is doing, if she is even thinking about me.
Finally around midnight my phone rings and Anastasia’s name is flashing on the little screen.

“Hi.” Even I can tell that I sound … odd.     
“Hi,” God I love her voice.
“I was worried about you.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t reply, but I’m fine.”
“Did you have a pleasant evening?” I cannot help but wonder if she will tell about José fucking photographer-boy.
“Yes. We finished packing and Kate and I shared a Chinese take-out with José.” At least she is honest with me.
“How about you?” She sounds uncomfortable that I am not reacting to her answer, but I just do not know what to say, because I am angry and jealous all over again. Fuck I hate that feeling.
“I went to a fundraising dinner. It was deathly dull. I left as soon as I could.”
“I wish you were here,” My heart actually leaps when she says that. Who knew there where actually something in there. She actually wants to be with me.
“Do you?” I can hardly believe that she actually means it. But then again, she is just my sub, so I really should not encourage this. I sigh because I do not know what the fuck to do.
“I’ll see you Sunday?”
“Yes, Sunday,”
“Goodnight, Sir.” Fuck that sound almost as sexy as when she says my name. Immediately I imagine her on her knees, submitting to me, her eyes downcast, her beautiful body naked. FUCK.
“Good luck with your move tomorrow, Anastasia.” I do not really feel like hanging up the phone.
“You hang up,”
“No, you hang up.” I am actually grinning about our little banter. Grinning, when the fuck to you grin, Grey­?
“I don’t want to.” Maybe there is a little chance that she actually wants me as much as I want her.
“Neither do I.”
“Were you very angry with me?”
“Are you still?”
“So you’re not going to punish me?” She sound apprehensive about a possible punishment, but I do know that she does like those.
“No. I’m an in-the-moment kind of guy.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“You can hang up now, Miss Steele.”
“Do you really want me to, Sir?” God I love it when she calls me that.
“Go to bed, Anastasia.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you ever think you’ll be able to do what you’re told?”    “Maybe. We’ll see after Sunday.”
She is a fiery little one. Fuck now I just want her again.
I decide to run for a bit and then get a few hours of sleep before I have to pick up Mia at the airport. 

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Anastasia's blue eyes looking at me. She's awake and watching me
At that moment I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me that this is exactly how life should be, waking up to those beautiful eyes every morning.
Next I realize that I have slept all night, I have not even been awake once which is highly unusual for me. That thought brings a smile to my face, Anastasia sure has an unexpected effect on me. But waking up like this makes me feel serene and whole. I wake much with the same feeling as I fell asleep, sated.
Next I realize that I am completely draped around Anastasia, our bodies are a tangled mess. Even in my sleep I'm attracted to her, I never would have expected that I could find such joy in sleeping with someone. But I am pretty sure that I would not feel this way with anyone but Anastasia.
I am quite amazed at the fact that I have actually slept the entire night without interruption, which I cannot remember when last happened.
I usually have horrible nightmares or just wake up in the middle of the night and cannot sleep anymore.
Anastasia informs me that she has slept well, but that I am way too hot. I know what she means of course, but I cannot resist the temptation to tease her a bit and tell her that she is not too bad herself. As I realize that I have slept the entire night and it is now completely light outside, I have no idea what time it is. I had not bothered setting the alarm on my phone since I had expected to wake up really early.
My beautiful girl leans casually over to check the alarm clock on her nightstand and tells me that it is 7.30. Oh that's ... FUCK, I've slept too late, I never sleep too late, EVER. That has never happened before either.
I fly off of the bed and grab my jeans off the floor and put them on. I scramble around to grab my stuff while Anastasia has raised herself on her elbows and it smirking at me from the bed, looking rather amused at my being so flustered. When I've put on my t-shirt and grabbed my stuff from the dresser I quickly lean down to kiss my beautiful girl before leaving. After what we have shared last night, it just seems wrong to not kiss her before I leave. To me this night has been one of the best, no the best, in my life. I never thought that I would be able to experience something like that, so this actually means a lot to me.
I have not forgotten Anastasia's feelings from last night though. I still feel very responsible for making her feel that way and I will have to keep an eye on her feelings in the future, because I am not intending to scare her away. I want her with me for the future and it is very important to me, that as her Dom, I am looking after her properly.
I give her a quick kiss and tell her that I'll see her on Sunday. I can hardly wait that long, but I know that I'll have to endure a third degree from my sister on Saturday first, when I pick her up from the airport.
I run to the car and throw myself in and the tires screech when I pull out. I am seriously late at this point and I do not do late. I do not have time to shower, so I'll will just have to conduct the meeting in my jeans and t-shirt, which has never happened before either. In all honesty I do not give a fuck, but I do like to conduct my meetings well dressed. But right now I can smell Anastasia all over me and that is a smell that I could get used to having on me all the time.

I drive like a bat outta hell to get to the meeting by 8am, but when it is 8.01 I am still a little away. Taylor calls me to ask where the hell I am and I just tell him that I am almost there and for him to bring my laptop to the meeting and as an afterthought I ask him to bring one of my blazer jackets, so that I at least look a little more professional. He will figure out soon enough what is going on when I saunter into the room wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
When I arrive back at the hotel and throw the car keys to the valet, they eye me up and down, not exactly used to me arriving this early in an outfit like that. If anything, they see me in running gear with Taylor trailing behind me. I have no idea what Taylor is going to think, but I have a feeling that at this point in time he is just rolling his eyes at me.

I hurry to the meeting room where the other participant are already set up, I already knew this was going to be a hell of a boring meeting, but by the looks on everyone’s faces, this will me even more of a killer than I originally thought.
Taylor brought the blazer and my laptop so while the exceptionally boring looking man starts droning on about the futures market, with as much enthusiasm as a man selling stale bread, I start up my computer to check on some emails and find the power point presentation to make notes on his presentation.
I forget all about the presentation when I see a long email from Anastasia waiting in my inbox. I feel my stomach do a little flip flop and a tingle go through my body when I see her name. What the fuck was that!!!
As I read through her email I realize that she is telling me what she apparently could not tell me last night.

From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Assault and Battery: The after-effects
Date: May 27 2011 08:05
To: Christian Grey

Dear Mr. Grey

    You wanted to know why I felt confused after you – which euphemism should we apply - spanked, punished, beat, assaulted me. Well, during the whole alarming process I felt demeaned, debased and abused. And much to my mortification, you’re right, I was aroused, and that was unexpected. As you are well aware, all things sexual are new to me – I only wish I was more experienced and therefore more prepared. I was shocked to feel aroused.
    What really worried me was how I felt afterwards. And that’s more difficult to articulate. I was happy that you were happy. I felt relieved that it wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. And when I was lying in your arms, I felt – sated. But I feel very uncomfortable, guilty even, feeling that way. It doesn’t sit well with me, and I’m confused as a result. Does that answer your question?
    I hope the world of Mergers and Acquisitions is as stimulating as ever… and that you weren’t too late.
    Thank you for staying with me.

I cannot help the slight smile that breaks across my face at her words, I start thinking about the spanking again. Fuck, that was so sexy, that innocent ass right there to do with as I please. At the thought my hand starts tingling from the memory of smacking those luscious cheeks and making them pink. I astounded to my hand and grin a little; that has got to be one the best nights of my life, except for her crying of course. I look up when I can feel eyes on me, afraid that I have missed a question, only to find Taylor grinning knowingly at me. I glare at him and silently reprimand him to remember his place, even though I am well aware that he is exactly right. I need to get myself under control.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Free Your Mind
Date: May 27 2011 08:24
To: Anastasia Steele

    Interesting… if slightly overstated title heading, Miss Steele.
    To answer your points:
    I’ll go with spanking – as that’s what it was.
    So you felt demeaned, debased, abused & assaulted – how very Tess Durbeyfield of you. I believe it was you who decided on the debasement, if I remember correctly. Do you really feel like this or do you think you ought to feel like this? Two very different things. If that is how you feel, do you think you could just try and embrace these feelings, deal with them, for me? That’s what a submissive would do.
    I am grateful for your inexperience. I value it, and I’m only beginning to understand what it means. Simply put… it means that you are mine in every way.
    Yes, you were aroused, which in turn was very arousing, there’s nothing wrong with that.
    Happy does not even begin to cover how I felt. Ecstatic joy comes close.
    Punishment spanking hurts far more than sensual spanking – so that’s about as hard as it gets, unless of course you commit some major transgression, in which case I’ll use some implement to punish you with. My hand was very sore. But I like that.
    I felt sated, too – more so than you could ever know.
    Don’t waste your energy on guilt, feelings of wrongdoing, etc. We are consenting adults and what we do behind closed doors is between ourselves. You need to free your mind and listen to your body.

    The world of M&A is not nearly as stimulating as you are, Miss Steele.

Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc

From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Consenting Adults!
Date: May 27 2011 08:26
To: Christian Grey

    Aren’t you in a meeting?
    I’m very glad your hand was sore.
    And if I listened to my body, I’d be in Alaska by now.
    PS: I will think about embracing these feelings.

That smart mouth of hers is destined to get her in trouble. But as I think about it, I would not have it any other way. I like her smart mouth and the challenges it gives. But I have to keep up with her though, even though I can easily outdo her.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: You Didn’t Call the Cops
Date: May 27 2011 08:35
To: Anastasia Steele

    Miss Steele
    I am in a meeting discussing the futures market, if you’re really interested.
    For the record – you stood beside me knowing what I was going to do.
    You didn’t at any time ask me to stop – you didn’t use either safeword.
    You are an adult – you have choices.
    Quite frankly, I’m looking forward to the next time my palm is ringing with pain.
    You’re obviously not listening to the right part of your body.
    Alaska is very cold and no place to run. I would find you.
    I can track your cell phone – remember?
    Go to work.

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Stalker
Date: May 27 2011 08:36
To: Christian Grey

    Have you sought therapy for your stalker tendencies?

The more she writes the bigger my smile becomes. At this point I have absolutely no idea what the tiring and monotone drone of a man is talking about, my sole focus is this email banter with Anastasia, which I am quickly becoming addicted to.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Stalker? Me?
Date: May 27 2011 08:38
To: Anastasia Steele

    I pay the eminent Dr. Flynn a small fortune with regard to my stalker and other tendencies.
    Go to work.

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Expensive Charlatans
Date: May 27 2011 08:40
To: Christian Grey

    May I humbly suggest you seek a second opinion?
    I am not sure that Dr. Flynn is very effective.
    Miss Steele

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Second Opinions
Date: May 27 2011 08:43
To: Anastasia Steele

    Not that it’s any of your business, humble or otherwise, but Dr. Flynn is the second opinion.
    You will have to speed, in your new car, putting yourself at unnecessary risk – I think that’s against the rules.

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

The truth is that Flynn is my millionth opinion. I never saw eye to eye with any of the therapists that I was assigned during my teenage years and therefore changes therapist more often than not. It was only after a particularly bad experience with a therapist a couple of years ago that I was referred to Flynn, which turned out to be a good thing, since he has been able to at least get me to cope if not heal me. But I think that it is impossible to heal me, I just need to load off on someone and then I can get my frustrations out on my subs. Excellent solution.

From: Anastasia Steele
Date: May 27 2011 08:47
To: Christian Grey

    As the object of your stalker tendencies – I think it is my business, actually.
    I haven’t signed yet. So rules, schmules. And I don’t start until 9:30.
    Miss Steele 

Schmules – what the fuck?! That is not even a word, that is just ….. hilarious. Anastasia sure knows how to bring a smile to my lips.
I realize that I am actually chuckling when the stream of monotone words stop and everyone is looking at me. Except Taylor, he is looking at a spot somewhere over my head and trying to contain his laugh. Fuck, I need to get a handle on myself.
“Excuse me gentlemen, do continue.”
And the stream of words starts again.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Descriptive Linguistics
Date: May 27 2011 08:49
To: Anastasia Steele

    Schmules? Not sure where that appears in Webster’s Dictionary.

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Descriptive Linguistics
Date: May 27 2011 08:52
To: Christian Grey

    It’s between control freak and stalker.
    And descriptive linguistics is a hard limit for me.
    Will you stop bothering me now?
    I’d like to go to work in my new car.

Ahh she is embracing the new car. Even though she would probably not admit it to me in a million years, she is looking forward to driving the shining red new car and she is most likely going to enjoy it.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Challenging but amusing Young Women
Date: May 27 2011 08:56
To: Anastasia Steele

    My palm is twitching.
    Drive safely, Miss Steele.

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I have to say that this as made my morning equally as good as my evening last night was and I have made a decision. I need to give her a blackberry so she will have access to email all the time and therefore I have access to these little banters all the time. Fucking amazing solution.