*Chapter 1*: Chapter 1- Christian

"Sir?"

"What is it, Kendall?" I say as I untie my current submissive from her restraints.

"Would you mind if I have a quick nap before I go?"

Yes, I'd mind.

"I know you said you had a familial obligation and that you had to cut this weekend short but I really think I should have a nap before I get on the road… I mean before I head to visit my folks for the week. I wasn't planning on still...not that I didn't enjoy myself… I'm just really exhausted now and I don't think I could make the drive." She rambles on looking anywhere but at me.

Instantly I am annoyed with my lack of self-control. She was supposed to be gone by now but I knew I wouldn't be able to survive the car ride to SeaTac with my brother without one more playroom session. "By all means I don't want you driving if you aren't 100% focused on the road but stay in your room while my brother is here. I'll email you once we are gone, and if you even think of coming down the stairs even a minute before then, I promise you, You. Will. Be. Sorry." I say emphasizing each word as I slip back into Dom mode.

"Can't I meet him?"

Fuck NO and you're lucky I don't have time to light your little ass up for even asking. Instead of responding I turn and walk out of the playroom and back down the stairs to take a shower.

The steady stream of hot water feels good against my aching muscles. Kendall has only been with me for a few short weeks; she's beautiful of course, but then again, they all were, all my little submissive drones with their brown hair, pale skin, and petite frames. In the beginning Kendall impressed me with her eagerness to please and her high tolerance for pain but she is already starting to grate on my nerves. I thought I had found the perfect submissive but she's just so damn clingy. I've punished her twice already for trying to sneak into my bed at night to fucking cuddle. I swear I might actually do permanent damage if she tries any shit when Elliott gets here.

As much as I hate to admit it, Elena was right. I waited far too long between subs and I am actually considering keeping this girl around as my own living, breathing punching bag, knowing she wants more. Normally at this point I would just terminate the contract but I am far too much of a selfish bastard to let her go before her three months are up. I have needs and my training sessions with Claude aren't cutting it anymore.

After my shower I get dressed and go check on Kendall. She is sound asleep and I let out a sigh of relief. I really don't want to go through the process of vetting a new sub so soon but my family is a hard fucking limit. I head back down stairs and call to see what the fuck is taking my brother so long.

"Hey Bro," Elliott answers

"Where the fuck are you?"

"I can't get the damn elevator to move. It isn't taking the code."

"Shit, that's because I had Taylor change it."

"Oh well why the fu… why the freak didn't you tell me when I called to say I was on my way?"

"I didn't realize you didn't have it already."

"Is everything ok? You just changed it last month right?"

"Yea, it's nothing, it was just time to change it." New sub. New pass-code.

"Oh…Ok cool… I'm on my way up."

I end the call with my brother and head to my office to grab the construction plans I want him to look over, then I head out into the great room and fire off a few emails while Elliot is taking his sweet ass time . It's another ten minutes before I hear the elevator ping and I see him walk off with the dumbest fucking grin on his face.

"What the fuck took you so long? Mia's plane lands in less than an hour and I wanted you to look over the revised plans for the new shipping offices," I say with barely concealed annoyance.

"Dude, I think I'm in love." My brother responds and I roll my eyes. "No, seriously I've met the woman of my dreams and she just moved into your building."

"Elliott, you spend more time in love then out of love," I answer dryly.

"Correction, I spend more time in a woman's vagina then outside of one but this time it's love."

"Fuck off, Elliott," I say, grinning, to my idiot brother.

"She has roommates, you know. They are both hot, I guess. I mean, one of them has to be your type." He continues nervously. I know I should put him out of his misery but I can't help but enjoy watching him squirm. "The one is a really pretty brunette. She's petite and has these amazing blue eyes... the other one… well the other one is a little bit bigger build and… well…um… he's.."

"STOP!" I say putting my hands up cutting my brother off before he goes any further, "Elliott, I appreciate what you are trying to do but I don't need you to set me up. Let's just see if this girl of yours lasts through the end of the month and then maybe we can revisit this conversation."

"Christian, it's cool. I don't judge you, bro. I just want to see you happy. I mean gay marriage is legal in Washington. You don't have to be ashamed of who you are."

"Just drop it, El." I say as I roll out the blue prints. "And just so we're clear I prefer petite brunettes." I just prefer them bound and gagged in my playroom…

We arrive at SeaTac a little after my company jet lands with my sister on board. As soon as Mia spots Elliot's Rover, she sprints towards us. "You guys have no idea how happy I am to be back on U.S. soil," Mia exclaims throwing her arms around us.

"What? I thought you were in heaven over there in the land of foie gras and haute couture " I say, teasing my baby sister.

"That's what I thought, too, but Monsieur Floubert, the chef that I worked under, had different ideas," Mia explains, rolling her eyes.

"What? He actually expected you to work?" Elliot gasps wrapping his arm around her shoulder as we walk back towards his black Range Rover.

"I did work. I worked my ass off but nothing I did was good enough."

"I'm sure that's not true Mia. You are an excellent cook; I bet it was your personality that he found so irritating," I say opening the door for my sister.

"You know what, screw both of you."

During the ride to Bellevue we fall into a comfortable silence. It's been so long since we've all been together, even before Mia left for Paris, that my mother insisted on all of us having dinner and staying the night at home. I cherish times like these with my family. Moments when I can let my guard down slightly, moments that I am able to forget all of my fuckedupness and just be Christian, not the cold dominant or the calculating CEO or the selfish prick that put his family through hell growing up, just me.

My Blackberry pings and I look to see that I have a new text message from Kendall.

*Sir i just wanted to let you know that i will no longer be going to Portland to visit my folks. My father surprised my mother with a trip to Hawaii.*

This weekend is looking better and better.

"Oh Mia, I didn't tell you," Elliott says, breaking the silence. "I've met someone."

Here we go. I groan and roll my eyes towards my sister who is barely holding it together in the backseat.

"What happened to Stephanie? Or was it Rachel?" Mia teases.

"No, I'm think you're thinking about Elizabeth," I say joining in.

"Ok, fuck off, this time it's for real and I think Christian would really hit it off with her roommate."

Leave it to my idiot brother to ruin the fucking moment.