CHRISTIAN

Ryan opens the door for me as I have given Taylor and Gail a long weekend off. Taylor has been away from her for near on two months, and the lovebirds needed some quality time together. A year ago I wouldn't have given a fuck about their time apart, after all, I pay them generously for the inconvenience.

I step off the elevator, and I am met with loud music and strobe lights. These lights are going to give someone a seizure. "Good evening Mr. Grey." Elizabeth, the club manager greets me.

"Get rid of the lights," I growl.

"Right away Mr. Grey." She purrs.

"Is my brother here?" I ask ignoring her obvious attempts to gain my attention. Annoyingly her demeanor and appearance work for the environment. She has done wonders with the club. A few years ago this was fast becoming a failing business, and she has in no time turned the club into one of the best in Seattle. It's big with the locals and out of towners, so I can't complain.

"No, he's not, but we have the VIP area reserved for you."

"Right," I grumble walking away from her.

The place is packed, it's been a while since I stepped foot in here. It wasn't filled with this many bodies the last time I came here. I carefully maneuver my way around people to the far end of the bar where I can have my back against the wall. One of the bartenders immediately makes his way over. "What can I get for you, sir?"

"Gin and tonic."

"Coming right up." My phone vibrates in my pocket, and it's Elliot. I can't help my chuckle when I read his message. He has a problem at one of his sites and might not make it. I'm reminded of the number of times I have told him I will meet him somewhere just to shut him up knowing full well I wouldn't turn up. Work was my excuse and most of the time that was a lie. My weekends were reserved for other activities. That attitude brought on the most gut-wrenching moment in my life a year ago. My lifestyle and reluctance to be part of my family had come to a screeching halt that Saturday evening.

Things have not been the same since. I realized I just existed… I was not living; I went from week to week doing the same thing under the illusion that I was in control.

Elena Lincoln was in control, not me; strangely a month after that Saturday Elliot invited me out while I was with Elena. She promptly told me not to go, and for reasons I still cannot explain I realized she had been in control of my life. I had left her dungeon and built one of my own. Except I hadn't, she did… her skill in letting me believe I made the decisions... I have to admit it's just genius. She recommended the company that built my playroom. She recommended the club I trained in, the girls I trained with. My subs were her subs, for years I knew they told her everything, but it never bothered me. It should have because she used the information to keep her claws in me. Elena Lincoln run my life outside of GEH, and I didn't see it.

I feel a tingling sensation down my spine, and I look up and see a brunette in a tight fitting blue dress walking towards me. Her hips sway delicately with every step, her legs for someone so short looks incredibly long, how I don't know. I get the bartenders attention just as she places her clutch on the marble counter. "Hello, what can I get you?" I don't like the inflection in his voice. I didn't draw his attention to her for him to flirt. I glare at him, and he quickly wipes the smile off his face.

"Water." She says with a smirk. "He is allowed to flirt it doesn't mean a damn thing." Her smooth, silky soft voice shoots right to my cock. My response is one I didn't think I was capable of… I blush like a schoolgirl. "Did I just cause that blush." She teases.

"Well, there is a first time for everything." My voice sounds hoarse and not nearly as smooth as I was aiming for. I stare at her hair cascading down to the middle of her back. "That is a lot of hair for someone so small," I say in awe. I love long hair the longer, the better. Hers is shiny and smooth.

"Yeah, I need a haircut. I say that, but it never happens." She giggles and my cock jumps again. For fuck sake behave… this is a new experience for us we can't have you screwing it up. Great, now I'm talking to my cock.

"It's rather beautiful… it suits you. I can't see you wearing your hair any other way." I now have her blushing. She takes her tinted lenses off, and I am knocked back. There are no words, her eyes just lit up the room. They seem too big for her face compared to her cute button nose and small plump lips. She was beautiful before, but with those eyes, she is out of this world.

"Sorry... they had these strobe lights on." She says not that I care why she was wearing them.

"Your eyes cannot be real." I find myself saying out loud.

"They very much are… and have gotten me out of a lot of trouble." She says with a wink.

"I can imagine," I say chuckling.

The ease of which I find myself talking to a woman I don't have a contract with, neither do I have a background check is astonishing. I have never in my life just talked to a woman where some form of business wasn't involved, and here I am Christian Grey laughing so hard I had to hold my sides for relief. We are in the corner of the club mostly away from people as it is difficult to get served so far down the bar.

Naturally, people on occasion try and give up when service isn't as quick as they had hoped and walk away. A group of guys stumbles over pushing her into me. Her palms land flat on my chest, but before I can brace myself for the pain, it is quickly removed as she turns her attention to them.

For the first time in my life, I want hands back on me, her hands. I want to feel what I just felt in that briefest of moments. The warmth that washed over me reminded me of the very first bath I ever took. The crack whore barely wiped my dirty body more or less a bath. It smelled heavenly and deep down I was excited but refused to show it. Refused to allow myself the luxury of enjoying life with my new family least they decided they didn't want me after all.

I allowed Grace to wash my hair, I damn near sunk into the water from the sheer pleasure of having my hair washed. The itching stopped, I could feel the air on my scalp. Grace sat on the edge of the tub and directed me when it came to my body showing me what to do. She gave me a warm, soft towel, the likes of which I had never felt. My clothes smelt clean and fitted me to perfection. I laid in a soft, warm bed with a warm blanket over me. That is what a complete stranger's hand on my chest felt like.

Are you alright?" She asks snapping me out of a wonderful memory. I soon realized her hands was on my cheek whipping away a lone tear. I feel embarrassed all of a sudden and try to move away, but she won't allow it. If anything she gets off her stool moves closer to me standing between my legs. "It looked like it was a good memory." She says softly. A nod is my only response; I am too choked up to speak. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I allow her. My head falls forward onto her chest, and she allows it.

I was kicking myself for all the years I kept my family at a distance for allowing Elena to control my life. Deprive me of moments like this, going out and yet having fun without fear of rejection because she led me to believe I was a monster.

I finally lift my head feeling slightly embarrassed for falling apart in front of a stranger. "Sorry about that… it has been a revealing year. For the first time, I truly see myself." Way to go Grey, crying in front of a girl you don't know.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about." She sings. She leans in and plants a kiss on my neck that sends a shiver down my spine. That can't be an everyday thing people do, it's felt far too intimate. Then again what do I know about intimacy?

We spend another hour talking with her practically on my lap. Her best friend got held up at work. Hence, her being alone at the club. I tell her my brother got held up at work. What are the odds of that happening? We are laughing at a story I told her about Mia when I hear my name being called. "Hey E." I greet Elliot with a beaming smile.

"Bro, I thought you'd be long gone by now. I was driving home when I saw Ryan outside. I couldn't believe it when he told me you were still here." The entire time he's talking he's staring at Ana. "Hi, I'm Elliot, this one's big brother."

"I'm Ana." I realized I have been speaking to Ana for a few hours and I never once thought to ask her name. "Now that you know my name what's yours?"

"Christian," I answer with a chuckle. "I can't believe all this time we never thought to ask." Elliot is staring at us like he's looking at a landing of an alien craft waiting to see what pops out.

"I need a drink." Elliot murmurs.

"Who is the woman in the red?" Ana asks.

"That is Elizabeth, she is the club manager." Elliot answers.

"She has done nothing but glare at me," Ana says with a smirk. As if she knew we were talking about her she starts heading our way.

"See this is why I don't like coming here," I mumble earning a chuckle from Elliot. He likes my discomfort especially since he thinks I'm gay. Although I'd say, he's rethinking that logic seeing me with Ana. To my surprise, Ana turns in my lap and without warning slams her lips on mine. It takes me a split second to react, and I open my mouth welcoming her probing tongue. She grabs my shirt pulling me further into her as she continues to plunder my mouth. I come up for air to find Elizabeth frozen in the middle of the dance floor.

"I'd like to spend the rest of the night with you somewhere more… private." She purrs in my ear. Clearly, I had hesitated for too long because she leans back and stares into my eyes. "I'm not asking for relationship… hell, I live in Boston and only in town for an interview." Behind her, Elliot is frantically begging me to say yes.

"I've never done this before." I aim for honesty.

"Neither have I, sometimes there are people you just can't allow to walk away."

"Amen," Elliot says before he slaps his palm against his mouth. "Sorry." He mumbles sheepishly before looking away.

I have never had a one night stand, another experience I had lost out on. Flynn has encouraged me to try and live for the last year, but I was… if I am honest, I'm afraid to step out of my comfort zone. If I walk away from this, from her, I know I will regret it.

"Would you like to go back to mine?" She wasn't a resident, so it is highly likely she has no idea who I am.

"I'd prefer someplace neutral." She says running a finger over my now distinct bulge.

"I know just the place." I pull out my phone and send a quick text. Sometimes it is good to be me.

In the elevator, she makes no attempt to look away from my bulge. "You look like a big boy?" She breathes.

"I am rather lucky in that department." I quip.

"You better know how to use it." She counters, and I groan when she bites her lip. That just shredded the last vestige of control I had. I push her up against the elevator and devour her lips pushing my tongue into her mouth. For a second our tongues duel for control, one I easily win. I taste every inch of her biting that lip in the process. I finally pull away for some much-needed oxygen.

I get us the corner suite at the Fairmont, the minute the door shuts behind us my lips are back on hers, feverishly kissing my way down her neck to her collarbone. My tongue dips into her cleavage earning a loud groan from her much to my delight. I kick off my shoes while she unbuckles my belt. I pull down her zip, which to my surprise runs the length of the dress and it falls off her without help. Fuck me, Lord in heaven… what a body. "Woman, you are hot. Keep those shoes on." She moans in response. I help her onto the bed and quickly get rid of my clothes as she stares at me with unrestraint lust. I crawl over her and latch onto her nipple nipping at it with my teeth, while my fingers work on her other nipple. "Oh… you are good with that mouth." She moans her fingers gently pulling on my hair.

I kissed my way down her flat stomach to the promise land running my finger gently over her lace panties and watched it slowly getting wet as I apply a little more pressure to her slit. She is moaning again, her ass shifting on the bed as she tries to get more of my touch. Deftly I move her panties to one side to open up her pussy to my hands. I stroke her bare pussy with my fingers and I am surprised to find that she is shaved and smooth. Her moans are louder as I rub up and down her pussy, spreading her juices that give away her excitement.

I rip the delicate panties off and before she can protest my lips latch onto her clit sucking like my life is at stake. She tastes as good as she looks, her clit is engorged, and I continue to lick and suck while she moans and pleads for more. I move a finger to her pussy entrance and trace around it while I suck on her sensitive clit. I push my finger forwards, parting her pussy lips and easing inside her, up to the first knuckle and then the second. I heard a gasp from her pretty lips as she feels my finger run over her g spot. "Oh god… Christian… you are good. Yes… just like that… please… oh please." She cries.

Her moans get louder as I continue to rub her g spot in a gentle rhythm. Then I start to fuck her hot tight pussy with my finger, thrusting my finger in and out of her in time to my licking her clit. Her pussy is clamped around my finger, but I manage to slip in a second finger and continue to fuck her while she groans and moans still begging me not to stop. I pump my fingers faster all the while feasting on her clit. Her hips lift off the bed before she let out a scream drowning my fingers as she cums. "Oh, oh, oh… God… fuck me… that was good." She gasps.

I lift her hips up lining it with my erection and slowly slip in watching her pussy lips part to accommodate my girth. "Oh fuck." She mewls. I pull out slowly and ease back in, tightening my grip on her waist I slam back into her and watch her eyes roll back into her head. "This is what you want… isn't it." I growl pulling out and slamming back in.

"Please." She whimpers. Who am I to refuse the lady? I throw her legs over my shoulder and start to pump my hips furiously for someone so small she is loud. I pull out and back in with the ferocity of a wild animal. It has been so long since my cock saw any action we are both enjoying ourselves immensely. "Fuck me harder." She groans. I pump my hips faster and harder watching her welcome every thrust. "Oh god, Ana… you feel… so good." I growl pumping hard into her. Her walls clench around my cock, and I know she is close. "You are right there… I can feel it." I moan struggling to maintain my rhythm. I feel the tightening in my balls, that crippling sensation running down my spine. Then it hits me like a freight train, I'm not wearing a condom, and I don't know if she is on any form of contraceptive. "Ana, I'm not wrapped up." I groan still fucking the ever loving shit out of her.

It takes her a second to realize what I mean. "IUD." She moans. "I'm clean." Strangely that never crossed my mind... rather careless behavior for someone like me.

"So am I." I groan just as she shatters under me. She convulses as I continue to thrust through my orgasm. I lower her legs and collapse next to her breathing hard. She turns her body facing me with a serene smile. "You know… I was about to leave the club when I saw you. After all, Kate couldn't make it, and there was no point in staying." She giggles and I can't help my smile.

"Is that so," I say pushing her hair behind her ear.

"I thought I'd walk over... pretend to get a drink, but then you stared at me as though I was an oasis in the desert. It's probably a little too late… but in all honesty, I am using you a little." She looks apprehensive. "My ex-boyfriend refuses to accept I have left him and keeps harassing me." I don't like the sound of that. "I just want to be able to say if I still remotely liked you I wouldn't have fucked someone else. Now that I've done it… I…"

"Do you regret it?" I ask interrupting her.

"No, not the sex, but the reason behind it."

"Then I don't care because if I'm honest, I am using you as well. For a long time I lived a certain way, and a year ago it all came crashing down. My therapist has been on my case to move on… experience all that life has to offer… the things I missed out on in the last thirteen years. You were my first attempt to experience normal."

"Aren't we a pair." She chuckles.

"I don't regret it either, for my first time at normal it couldn't be more perfect." I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Why did you break up with your boyfriend?" I ask surprising myself. I never cared what my subs did outside the playroom, and here I am desperate to know the life of this beautiful stranger.