This page is filled with twitchy palm quotes by Christian Grey and strong-willed inner goddess rumblings of Anastasia Steele and other characters from book 1.  So far we only have Fifty Shades of Grey book quotes.  More quotes to come…later, baby.

“Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. page 8

“Of course I’ll go Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or Tylenol?” Ana page 8

“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.” Kate page 8

“I know nothing about him,” Ana page 8

“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.” Kate page 8

“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” Ana page 8

“I will. Good luck. And thanks Ana – as usual, you’re my lifesaver.” Kate page 8

“I’m here to see Mr. Grey. Anastasia Steele for Katherine Kavanagh.” Ana page 8

“Excuse me one moment, Miss Steele.” Main lobby secretary page 8
Ana’s outfit when she meets Mr. Grey-navy blue jacket and sensible brown knee-length boots and a blue sweater.  Hair in ponytail.  Tucks loose tendril behind her ear. page 8

“Miss Kavanagh is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Steele. You’ll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor.” Main lobby Secretary page 8

“Miss Kavanagh.” He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I’m upright. “I’m Christian Grey. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?” Grey page 10

“Miss Kavanagh is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Grey.” Ana page 10

“And you are?” Grey page 10

“Anastasia Steele. I’m studying English Literature with Kate, um… Katherine…um… Miss Kavanagh at Washington State.” Ana page 10

“I see,” he says simply. “Would you like to sit?” Grey page 10

“A local artist. Trouton,” says Grey page 10

“They’re lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary,” Ana page 10

“I couldn’t agree more, Miss Steele,” Grey page 11

“Sorry,” I stutter. “I’m not used to this.” Ana page 11

“Take all the time you need, Miss Steele,” he says. Grey page 11

“Do you mind if I record your answers?” Ana page 11

“After you’ve taken so much trouble to set up the recorder – you ask me now?” “No, I don’t mind.” Grey page 11

“Did Kate, I mean, Miss Kavanagh, explain what the interview was for?” Ana page 11

“Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be conferring the degrees at this year’s graduation ceremony.” Grey page 11

“Good,” I swallow nervously. “I have some questions, Mr. Grey.” I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear. page 11

“I thought you might,” he says, deadpan. He’s laughing at me. Grey page 11

“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your success?” Ana page 11

“Business is all about people, Miss Steele, and I’m very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well.” He pauses and fixes me with his gray stare. “My belief is to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it’s always down to good people.” Grey page 11

“Maybe you’re just lucky.” Ana page 11

“I don’t subscribe to luck or chance, Miss Steele. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing their energies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said ‘the growth and development of people is the highest calling of leadership.’” Grey page 11

“You sound like a control freak.” Ana page 12

“Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss Steele,” he says without a trace of humor in his smile. Grey page 12

“Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things,” he continues, his voice soft. Grey page 12

“Do you feel that you have immense power?” Ana page 12

“I employ over forty thousand people, Miss Steele. That gives me a certain sense of responsibility – power, if you will. If I were to decide I was no longer interested in the telecommunications business and sell up, twenty thousand people would struggle to make their mortgage payments after a month or so.” Grey page 12

“Don’t you have a board to answer to?” Ana page 12

“I own my company. I don’t have to answer to a board.” Grey page 12

“And do you have any interests outside your work?” Ana page 12

“I have varied interests, Miss Steele.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Very varied.” Grey page 12

“But if you work so hard, what do you do to chill out?” Ana page 12

“Chill out?” “Well, to ‘chill out’ as you put it – I sail, I fly, I indulge in various physical pursuits.” He shifts in his chair. “I’m a very wealthy man, Miss Steele, and I have expensive and absorbing hobbies.” Grey page 12

“You invest in manufacturing. Why, specifically?” Ana page 12

“I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. And I have a love of ships. What can I say?” Grey page 12

“That sounds like your heart talking rather than logic and facts.” Ana page 12
“Possibly. Though there are people who’d say I don’t have a heart.” Grey page 12

“Why would they say that?” Ana page 12

“Because they know me well.” Grey page 12

“Would your friends say you’re easy to get to know?” Ana page 12

“I’m a very private person, Miss Steele. I go a long way to protect my privacy. I don’t often give interviews,” Grey page 13

“Why did you agree to do this one?” Ana page 13

“Because I’m a benefactor of the University, and for all intents and purposes, I couldn’t get Miss Kavanagh off my back. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire that kind of tenacity.” Grey page 13

“You also invest in farming technologies. Why are you interested in this area?” Ana page 13

“We can’t eat money, Miss Steele, and there are too many people on this planet who don’t have enough to eat.” Grey page 13

“That sounds very philanthropic. Is it something you feel passionately about? Feeding the world’s poor?” Ana page 13

“It’s shrewd business,” Grey page 13

“Do you have a philosophy? If so, what is it?” Ana page 13

“I don’t have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle – Carnegie’s: ‘A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possession of anything else to which he is justly entitled.’ I’m very singular, driven. I like control – of myself and those around me.” Grey page 13

“So you want to possess things?” Ana page 13

“I want to deserve to possess them, but yes, bottom line, I do.” Grey page 13

“You sound like the ultimate consumer.” Ana page 13

“I am.” Grey page 13
“You were adopted. How far do you think that’s shaped the way you are?” Ana page 13

“I have no way of knowing.” Grey page 13

“How old were you when you were adopted?” Ana page 13

“That’s a matter of public record, Miss Steele.” Grey page 13

“You’ve had to sacrifice a family life for your work.” Ana page 13

“That’s not a question.” Grey page 13

“Sorry.” I squirm, and he’s made me feel like an errant child. I try again. “Have you had to sacrifice a family life for your work?” Ana page 13

“I have a family. I have a brother and a sister and two loving parents. I’m not interested in extending my family beyond that.” Grey page 13

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?” Ana page 14

“No Anastasia, I’m not.” Grey page 14

“I apologize. It’s um… written here.” Ana

“These aren’t your own questions?” Grey

“Err… no. Kate – Miss Kavanagh – she compiled the questions.” Ana

“Are you colleagues on the student paper?” Grey

“No. She’s my roommate.” Ana

“Did you volunteer to do this interview?” Grey

“I was drafted. She’s not well.” Ana

“I was drafted. She’s not well.” Grey

“Mr. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes.” Andrea

“We’re not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting.” Grey
“Very well, Mr. Grey,” Andrea

“Where were we, Miss Steele?” Grey

“Please don’t let me keep you from anything.” Ana

“I want to know about you. I think that’s only fair.” Grey

“There’s not much to know,” I say, flushing again. Ana

“What are your plans after you graduate?” Grey

“I haven’t made any plans, Mr. Grey. I just need to get through my final exams.” Ana

“We run an excellent internship program here,” he says quietly. Grey

“Oh. I’ll bear that in mind,” I murmur, completely confounded. “Though I’m not sure I’d fit in here.” Ana

“Why do you say that?” Grey

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Ana

“Not to me,” he murmurs. Grey

“Would you like me to show you around?” Grey

“I’m sure you’re far too busy, Mr. Grey, and I do have a long drive.” Ana

“You’re driving back to WSU in Vancouver?” “Well, you’d better drive carefully.” “Did you get everything you need?” Grey

“Yes sir,” I reply, packing the recorder into my satchel. His eyes narrow, speculatively.
“Thank you for the interview, Mr. Grey.” Ana

“The pleasure’s been all mine,” he says, polite as ever. “Until we meet again, Miss Steele.” Grey

“Just ensuring you make it through the door, Miss Steele.” Grey

“That’s very considerate, Mr. Grey,” I snap, and his smile widens. Ana
“Did you have a coat?” Grey asks.

“Anastasia,” he says as a farewell. Grey
“Christian,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close. Ana

“Ana, thank you so much for doing this. I owe you, I know. How was it? What was
he like?” Kate

“I’m glad it’s over, and I don’t have to see him again. He was rather intimidating, you know.” I shrug. “He’s very focused, intense even – and young. Really young.” Ana

“Don’t you look so innocent. Why didn’t you give me a biography? He made me feel like such an idiot for skimping on basic research.” Kate clamps a hand to her mouth. Ana

“Jeez, Ana, I’m sorry – I didn’t think.” kate

“Mostly he was courteous, formal, slightly stuffy – like he’s old before his time. He doesn’t talk like a man of twenty-something. How old is he anyway?” Ana

“Twenty-seven. Jeez, Ana, I’m sorry. I should have briefed you, but I was in such a panic. Let me have the mini-disc, and I’ll start transcribing the interview.” Kate

“You’ve got some good stuff here, Ana. Well done. I can’t believe you didn’t take him up on his offer to show you around. He obviously wanted to spend more time with you.” Kate

“So what did you really think of him?” Kate

“He’s very driven, controlling, arrogant – scary really, but very charismatic. I can understand the fascination,” Ana

“You, fascinated by a man? That’s a first,” she snorts. Kate

“Why did you want to know if he was gay? Incidentally, that was the most embarrassing question. I was mortified, and he was pissed to be asked too.” Ana

“Whenever he’s in the society pages, he never has a date.” Kate

“Miss Steele. What a pleasant surprise.” Grey at Claytons

“Mr. Grey,” I whisper, because that’s all I can manage. Ana

“I was in the area,” he says by way of explanation. “I need to stock up on a few things.
It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Steele.” Grey

“Ana. My name’s Ana,” I mutter. “What can I help you with, Mr. Grey?” Ana

“There are a few items I need. To start with, I’d like some cable ties,” he murmurs, his
gray eyes cool but amused. Grey

“We stock various lengths. Shall I show you?” I mutter, my voice soft and wavery. Ana

“Please. Lead the way, Miss Steele,” Grey

“They’re in with the electrical goods, aisle eight.” Ana

“Are you in Portland on business?” Ana

“I was visiting the WSU farming division. It’s based at Vancouver. I’m currently funding some research there in crop rotation and soil science,” he says matter-of-factly. Grey

“Were you a Girl Scout?” Grey
“Organized, group activities aren’t really my thing, Mr. Grey.” Ana
“What is your thing, Anastasia?” Grey
“Books,” I whisper.  Ana
“What kind of books?” Grey
“Oh, you know. The usual. The classics. British literature, mainly.” Ana

“How’s the article coming along?” Grey
“I’m not writing it, Katherine is. Miss Kavanagh. My roommate, she’s the writer. She’s very happy with it. She’s the editor of the magazine, and she was devastated that she couldn’t do the interview in person.” I feel like I’ve come up for air – at last, a normal topic of conversation. “Her only concern is that she doesn’t have any original photographs of you.” Ana
“What sort of photographs does she want?” Grey
“Well, I’m around. Tomorrow, perhaps… ” he trails off. Grey

“Ana, there’s something about him.” Her tone is full of warning. “He’s gorgeous, I agree, but I think he’s dangerous. Especially to someone like you.” Kate

“What is it about elevators?” he mutters. Grey

“You seem nervous around men.” Grey
“I find you intimidating.” Ana
“You should find me intimidating,” he nods. “You’re very honest. Please don’t look
down. I like to see your face.” Grey
“It gives me some sort of clue what you might be thinking,” he breathes. “You’re a
mystery, Miss Steele. Grey
“There’s nothing mysterious about me.” Ana
“I think you’re very self-contained,” he murmurs. Grey
“Except when you blush, of course, which is often. I just wish I knew what you were
blushing about.” Grey
“Do you always make such personal observations?” Ana
“I hadn’t realized I was. Have I offended you?” Grey
“No,” I answer truthfully. Ana
“Good.” Grey
“But you’re very high-handed,” Ana
“I’m used to getting my own way, Anastasia,” he murmurs. “In all things.” Grey
“I don’t doubt it. Why haven’t you asked me to call you by your first name?” Ana
“The only people who use my given name are my family and a few close friends.
That’s the way I like it.” Grey

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurt out. Ana
“No, Anastasia. I don’t do the girlfriend thing,” he says softly. Grey

“Anastasia, you should steer clear of me. I’m not the man for you,” he whispers. Grey
“Breathe, Anastasia, breathe. I’m going to stand you up and let you go,” he says quietly, and he gently pushes me away. Grey

“Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sen-
tient and receptive,” he says dryly. Grey

“It was a very diverting evening. Not one that I’ll forget in a while.” Grey

“You didn’t have to track me down with whatever James Bond stuff you’re developing
for the highest bidder,” I snap at him. Ana

“Firstly, the technology to track cell phones is available over the Internet. Secondly,
my company does not invest or manufacture any kind of surveillance devices, and thirdly,
if I hadn’t come to get you, you’d probably be waking up in the photographer’s bed, and
from what I can remember, you weren’t overly enthused about him pressing his suit,” he
says acidly. Grey

“Which medieval chronicle did you escape from?” I giggle. “You sound like a courtly
knight.” Ana

“Anastasia, I don’t think so. Dark knight maybe.” Grey

“Are you going to continue to scold me?” Ana

“You’re lucky I’m just scolding you.” “Well, if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday. You didn’t eat, you got drunk, you put yourself at risk.” “I hate to think what could have happened to you.” Grey
“Well the next time he gets out of line, maybe someone should teach him some manners.” Grey
“You are quite the disciplinarian,” I hiss at him. Ana
“Oh, Anastasia, you have no idea.” Grey

“Breathe, Anastasia,” Grey

“Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist – and I was holding you and you
were looking up at me – all kiss me, kiss me, Christian,” he pauses and shrugs slightly, “I
felt I owed you an apology and a warning.” He runs his hand through his hair. “Anastasia,
I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I don’t do romance. My tastes are very singular.
You should steer clear from me.” He closes his eyes as if in defeat. “There’s something
about you, though, and I’m finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you’ve figured
that out already.” Grey

“Are you smirking at me, Miss Steele?” Grey
“I’d like to bite that lip,” he whispers darkly. Grey
“Because I’m not going to touch you Anastasia – not until I have your written consent
to do so.” His lips hint at a smile. Grey
“Like Eve, you’re so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge,” he smirks. Grey
“Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” I ask sweetly. Ana

“Eat,” he says more sharply. “Anastasia, I have an issue with wasted food… eat.” page 56

“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls. Grey page 58

“You. Are. So. Sweet,” he murmurs, each word a staccato. Grey

“What is it about elevators?” Grey

“What happened in the elevator – it won’t happen again, well, not unless it’s premeditated.” Grey

“Laters, baby,” he grins. Elliot to Kate

“Laters, baby,” he murmurs, Grey to Ana page 62

“Breathe, Anastasia,” he adds softly. Grey page 65

“I’ve been a fully qualified pilot for four years, Anastasia, you’re safe with me.” He
gives me a wolfish grin. “Well, while we’re flying,” he adds and winks at me. Grey page 65

“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Ana

“No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, there’s
a lot more paperwor“Why did you give me Tess of the D’Urbervilles specifically?” I ask. Ana

“It seemed appropriate. I could hold you to some impossibly high ideal like Angel
Clare or debase you completely like Alec D’Urberville,” he murmurs, and his gray eyes
flash dark and dangerous. Grey

“If there are only two choices, I’ll take the debasement.” I whisper, gazing at him. Ana

“Anastasia, stop biting your lip, please. It’s very distracting. You don’t know what
you’re saying.”  Grey page 69

“If you’re going for option two, debasement, you’ll need to sign this.” Grey

“Anastasia, you should always read anything you sign,” he admonishes me. Grey
“Christian, what you fail to understand is that I wouldn’t talk about us to anyone,
anyway. Even Kate. So it’s immaterial whether I sign an agreement or not. If it means so
much to you, or your lawyer… whom you obviously talk to, then fine. I’ll sign.” Ana

“Fair point well made, Miss Steele.” Grey
k to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could
still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom.” Grey page 70

“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. Ana

“Say something,” Grey
“Do you do this to people or do they do it to you?” Ana
“I do this to women who want me to.” Grey
“If you have willing volunteers, why am I here?” Ana
“Because I want to do this with you, very much.” Grey
“Oh,” I gasp. Ana
“You’re a sadist?”
“I’m a Dominant.” His eyes are a scorching gray, intense.
“What does that mean?” I whisper.
“It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things.”
I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.
“Why would I do that?”
“To please me,” he whispers as he cocks his head to one side, and I see a ghost of a
smile.
“In very simple terms, I want you to want to please me,”
“How do I do that?”
“I have rules, and I want you to comply with them. They are for your benefit and for
my pleasure. If you follow these rules to my satisfaction, I shall reward you. If you don’t,
I shall punish you, and you will learn,” he whispers. I glance at the rack of canes as he
says this.
“And where does all this fit in?” I wave my hand in the general direction of the room.
“It’s all part of the incentive package. Both reward and punishment.”
“So you’ll get your kicks by exerting your will over me.”
“It’s about gaining your trust and your respect, so you’ll let me exert my will over you.
I will gain a great deal of pleasure, joy, even in your submission. The more you submit, the
greater my joy – it’s a very simple equation.”
“Okay, and what do I get out of this?”
He shrugs and looks almost apologetic.
“Me,” he says simply.
“You’re not giving anything away, Anastasia,” he murmurs, exasperated. “Let’s go
back downstairs where I can concentrate better. It’s very distracting having you in here.”

“I’m fully aware that this is a dark path I’m leading you down, Anastasia, which is
why I really want you to think about this. You must have some questions,” Grey

“Well, apart from the NDA, a contract saying what we will and won’t do. I need to
know your limits, and you need to know mine. This is consensual, Anastasia.” Grey

“Anastasia, I’ve told you. There’s something about you. I can’t leave you alone.” He
smiles ironically. “I’m like a moth to a flame.” His voice darkens. “I want you very badly,
especially now, when you’re biting your lip again.” Grey page 75

“Physically, will you hurt me?” Ana
“I will punish you when you require it, and it will be painful.” Grey

“I want to lavish money on you, let me buy you some clothes. I may need you to ac-
company me to functions, and I want you dressed well. I’m sure your salary, when you do
get a job, won’t cover the kind of clothes I’d like you to wear.” Grey

“Anastasia, I need you supple, strong, and with stamina. Trust me, you need to exercise.” Grey page 77

“Three days, three hours. I get the impression you’re going to keep me exercised when
I’m here.” Ana

“Yes, I am. Okay, agreed. Are
you sure you don’t want to intern at my company? You’re a good negotiator.” Grey

“I’ve never done anything like this.” Ana
“Well, when you’ve had sex, was there anything that you didn’t like doing?”
“You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or this isn’t going
to work.” Grey

“Well… I’ve not had sex before, so I don’t know.” Ana

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Grey

“The subject never came up. I’m not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.” Ana

“I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin!” He says it like it’s a really dirty word.
“Hell, Ana, I just showed you,” he groans. “May God forgive me. Have you ever been
kissed, apart from by me?” Grey

“And a nice young man hasn’t swept you off your feet? I just don’t understand. You’re
twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You’re beautiful.” Grey

“You’re biting your lip.” Grey
“Sorry.” Ana
“Don’t apologize. It’s just that I want to bite it too, hard.” Grey

“We’re going to rectify the situation right now.” Grey
“What do you mean? What situation?” Ana
“Your situation. Ana, I’m going to make love to you, now.” Grey
“I thought you didn’t make love. I thought you fucked hard.” Ana
“I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we’ll see. I really want to make
love to you. Please, come to bed with me. I want our arrangement to work, but you re-
ally need to have some idea what you’re getting yourself into. We can start your training
tonight – with the basics. This doesn’t mean I’ve come over all hearts and flowers, it’s a
means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do too.” Grey

“Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I’ve
wanted you since you fell into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn’t be sitting
here calmly discussing punishment and hard limits if you didn’t. Please, Ana, spend the
night with me.” Grey

“You are one brave young woman,” he whispers. “I am in awe of you.” Grey

“I want to bite this lip,” Grey page 80

“Please Ana, let me make love to you.” Grey

“I thought you didn’t let anyone sleep in your bed.” Ana
“Who says we’re going to sleep?” he murmurs softly. Grey

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Ana Steele?” he whispers. Grey

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” he adds, Grey

“Oh, Ana,” he breathes. “You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want
to kiss every single inch of it.” Grey

“I like brunettes,” Grey page 82

“Oh, Ana, what I could do to you,” he whispers. Grey

“You’re very beautiful, Anastasia Steele. I can’t wait to be inside you.” Grey

“Show me how you pleasure yourself.” Grey

“Don’t be coy, Ana, show me,” he whispers. Grey

“We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.” Grey

“Let’s see if we can make you come like this,” Grey

“You are very responsive,” he breathes. “You’re going to have to learn to control that,
and it’s going to be so much fun teaching you how.” Grey

“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” Grey

“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Steele,”  “Hard,” Grey

“You are asking me if you hurt me?” Ana
“The irony is not lost on me,” Grey

“You’re biting your lip, and you haven’t answered me.” Grey

“I’d like to do that again,” Ana

“Would you now, Miss Steele?” Grey

“You are mine,” he whispers. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.” Grey

“You’re so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Anastasia, I like that. I like that a lot,”
he whispers. Grey

“Naughty, sweet girl,” Grey

“Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only
me. You are mine.” Grey

“You. Are. So. Sweet,” he murmurs between each thrust. “I. Want. You. So. Much.”
I moan.
“You. Are. Mine. Come for me, baby,” he growls. Grey

“Bit of a foregone conclusion wasn’t I?” Ana
“Are you? I’m not sure we’ve concluded anything yet, Miss Steele,” he murmurs. Grey

“I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it?” Grey

“Anastasia, you’re a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don’t hang your head like you’re ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s a real joy to stand here and gaze at you.” Grey

“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.” Grey

“You know, you never cease to amaze me.” Grey

“Yet another first, Miss Steele.” Grey

“Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana,” Grey

“I’m going to kiss you all over, Miss Steele,” Grey
“All good things, Miss Steele,” Grey

“Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Miss Steele?” Grey

“Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Anastasia.” Grey

“Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Steele,” he whispers as he gently blows up and down me. “But you’ve pleased me today, and you should be rewarded.” Grey

“Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.” Grey

“Thank fuck,” he whispers Grey

“See how good we are together,” he murmurs. “If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don’t even know exist.” Grey

“Come on, we need to get dressed – that’s if you want to meet my mother.” Grey

“Anastasia, you could be wearing a sack and you’d look lovely. Please don’t worry. I’d like you to meet my mother. Get dressed. I’ll just go and calm her down.” His mouth presses into a hard line. “I will expect you in that room in five minutes, otherwise I’ll come and drag you out of here myself in whatever you’re wearing. My t-shirts are in this drawer. My shirts are in the closet. Help yourself.”  Grey

“This is the contract. Read it, and we’ll discuss it next weekend. May I suggest you do some research, so you know what’s involved.” He pauses. “That’s if you agree, and I really hope you do.” He adds, his tone softer, anxious. Grey

“I don’t like to share, Miss Steele. Remember that.” Grey

“Stop biting your lip, or I will fuck you in the elevator, and I don’t care who gets in with us.” Grey

“The sooner I have your submission the better, and we can stop all this,” he murmurs. Grey “Stop all what?” Ana  “You, defying me.” Grey

“You know, Anastasia, it’s been a weekend of firsts for me, too,” he says quietly. “It has?” “I’ve never slept with anyone, never had sex in my bed, never flown a girl in Charlie Tango, never introduced a woman to my mother. What are you doing to me?” Grey

“Why have you never had vanilla sex before? Have you always done… err, what you’ve done?” I ask, intrigued. Grey

“One of my mother’s friends seduced me when I was fifteen.” Grey

“She had very particular tastes. I was her submissive for six years.” He shrugs. Grey

“Anastasia, you have to go with your gut. Do the research, read the contract – I’m happy to discuss any aspect. I’ll be in Portland until Friday if you want to talk about it before then.” His words are coming at me in a rush. “Call me – maybe we can have dinner – say, Wednesday? I really want to make this work. In fact, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this to work.” Grey

“I’d give anything to know what you’re thinking right at this moment,” he murmurs Grey

“I’m glad you can’t read my mind.” Ana

“Oh please, don’t let this be about money, Ana. Elliot said it’s very unusual for Christian to date anyone.” Kate

“I felt that your email warranted a reply in person,” he explains dryly. Grey

“Are you biting your lower lip deliberately?” he asks darkly. Grey

“I wasn’t aware I was biting my lip,” I murmur softly. Ana

“Think about what, Anastasia?” Grey
“You.” Ana
“And you decided that it was nice knowing me? Do you mean knowing me in the
biblical sense?” Grey
“I didn’t think you were familiar with the Bible.”Ana
“I went to Sunday School, Anastasia. It taught me a great deal.” Grey
“I don’t remember reading about nipple clamps in the Bible. Perhaps you were taught
from a modern translation.” Ana
“Well, I thought I should come and remind you how nice it was knowing me.”  Grey
“What do you say to that, Miss Steele?” Ana
“If you struggle, I’ll tie your feet too. If you make a noise, Anastasia, I will gag you.
Keep quiet. Katherine is probably outside listening right now.” Grey

“You’re biting that lip, Anastasia. You know the effect it has on me.” Grey

“Now you have to keep still,” he whispers. “If you move, Anastasia, you’ll get wine all over the bed.” Grey

“Oh no. If you spill the wine, I will punish you, Miss Steele.” Grey

“If you spill the wine, I won’t let you come,”  Grey “Oh… please… Christian… Sir… Please.” Ana

“Oh dear, Anastasia, you moved. What am I going to do to you?” Grey

“Ready for me so soon,” Grey

“You are a greedy girl,” Grey

“This is your punishment, so close and yet so far. Is this nice?” Grey

“How shall I fuck you, Anastasia?” Grey

“I see. So you are still considering my proposition?” Grey  “Your indecent proposal… yes I am. I have issues though.”  Ana  “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”  Grey “I was going to email them to you, but you kind of interrupted me.” Ana “Coitus Interruptus.” Grey

“Anastasia Steele – are you jealous?” I flush, crimson. “Are you staying?”  “I have a breakfast meeting tomorrow at the Heathman. Besides, I told you, I don’t
sleep with girlfriends, slaves, subs, or anyone. Friday and Saturday night were exceptions. It won’t happen again.”

“God, I’d like to give you a good hiding. You’d feel a lot better, and so would I.” “You can’t say things like that… I haven’t signed anything yet.”  “A man can dream, Anastasia.”

“Anastasia,” he whispers. “What are you doing to me?” “I could say the same to you,” I whisper back.

“What’s wrong? What did that creepy good-looking bastard do?” Kate
“Oh Kate, nothing I didn’t want him to.”  Ana “You have dreadful sex hair.” Kate

“He came here to fuck me, that’s all.” Ana
“Who said romance was dead?” she whispers horrified.  Kate
“He uses sex as a weapon.” Ana
“Fuck you into submission?” Kate
“Ana, I don’t understand, you just let him make love to you?” Kate
“No, Kate, we don’t make love – we fuck – Christian’s terminology. He doesn’t do the love thing.” Ana
“I knew there was something weird about him. He has commitment issues.” Kate

“Impatient as ever, Miss Steele.” Grey

“Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” Ana “I am, Miss Steele.” Grey

“Anastasia, it doesn’t matter if it’s legal or not. It represents an arrangement that I
would like to make with you –  what I would like from you and what you can expect from me. If you don’t like it, then don’t sign. If you do sign, and then decide you don’t like it, there are enough get-out clauses so you can walk away. Even if it were legally binding, do you think I’d drag you through the courts if you did decide to run?” Grey

“Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust,” he continues. “If you don’t trust me – trust me to know how I’m affecting you, how far I can go with you, how far I can take you – if you can’t be honest with me, then we really can’t do this.” Grey

“So it’s quite simple, Anastasia. Do you trust me or not?” Grey

“Clause 2. Agreed. This is for the benefit of us both. I shall redraft.” Grey

“My sexual health. Well, all of my previous partners have had blood tests, and I have regular tests every six months for all the health risks you mention. All my recent tests are
clear. I have never taken drugs. In fact, I’m vehemently anti-drugs. I have a strict no- tolerance policy with regards to drugs for all my employees, and I insist on random drug testing.” “I have never had any blood transfusions. Does that answer your question?” “Your next point I mentioned earlier. You can walk away any time, Anastasia. I won’t
stop you. If you go, however –  that’s it. Just so you know.”
Grey

“Obey me in all things. Yes, I want you to do that. I need you to do that. Think of it as role-play Anastasia.” Grey

So you won’t suspend me then?” “Not if you really don’t want to. You can make that a hard limit.” “Okay.” “So obeying, do you think you can manage that?” He stares at me, his gray eyes intense. The seconds tick by. “I could try,” I whisper. “Good.”  He smiles.

“Now term. One month instead of three is no time at all, especially if you want a weekend away from me each month. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from you for that length of time. I can barely manage it now,” he pauses.
He can’t stay away from me? What?
“How about, one day over one weekend per month you get to yourself – but I get a midweek night that week?”

“Okay.”
“And please, let’s try it for three months. If it’s not for you then, you can walk away anytime.”
“Three months?” I’m feeling railroaded

“The ownership thing, that’s just terminology and goes back to the principle of obey- ing. It’s to get you into the right frame of mind, to understand where I’m coming from. And I want you to know that as soon as you cross my threshold as my submissive, I will do what I like to you. You have to accept that and willingly. That’s why you have to trust me. I will fuck you, any time, any way, I want – anywhere I want. I will discipline you, because you will screw up. I will train you to please me. But I know you’ve not done this before. Initially, we’ll take it slowly, and I will help you. We’ll build up to various scenarios. I want you to trust me, but I know I have to earn your trust, and I will. The “or otherwise”  – again it’s to help you get into the mindset, it means anything goes.” Grey

“Discipline. There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain Anastasia. They are
two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other. I can show you how pleasurable pain can be. You don’t believe me now, but this is what I mean about trust. There will be pain, but nothing that you can’t handle. Again, it comes down to trust. Do you trust me, Ana?” Grey

“The rules. Let’s talk about them. The food is a deal breaker?” “Yes.” “Can I modify to say that you will eat at least three meals a day?” “No.”
“I need to know that you’re not hungry.”  I frown. Why? “You’ll have to trust me.” He gazes at me for a moment, and he relaxes. “Touché, Miss Steele,” he says quietly. “I concede the food and the sleep.” “Why can’t I look at you?” “That’s a Dom/sub thing. You’ll get used to it.” Will I? “Why can’t I touch you?” “Because you can’t.” His mouth sets in a mulish line. “Is it because of Mrs. Robinson?” He looks quizzically at me. “Why would you think that?” And immediately he understands. “You think she traumatized me?” I nod.
“No Anastasia. She’s not the reason. Besides, Mrs. Robinson wouldn’t take any of that shit from me.”
“So nothing to do with her.”  “No. And I don’t want you touching yourself, either.”
“Out of curiosity… why?” “Because I want all your pleasure,”

“We haven’t had dessert.” “You want dessert?” he snorts. “Yes.” “You could be dessert,” he murmurs suggestively.
“I’m not sure I’m sweet enough.”  “Anastasia, you’re deliciously sweet. I know.” “Christian. You use sex as a weapon. It really isn’t fair,” I whisper
“You’re right. I do. In life you use what you know, Anastasia. Doesn’t change how much I want you. Here. Now.”

“If you were my sub, you wouldn’t have to think about this. It would be easy.” His voice is soft, seductive. “All those decisions – all the wearying thought processes behind them. The – is this the right thing to do? Should this happen here? Can it happen now? You wouldn’t have to worry about any of that detail. That’s what I’d do as your Dom. And right now, I know you want me, Anastasia.”

“… Your body gives you away. You’re pressing your thighs together, you’re flushed,
and your breathing has changed.”

“I thought you liked me clearing my plate.” “Right now, Miss Steele, I couldn’t give a fuck about your food.” “Christian. You just don’t fight fair.” “I know. I never have.”

“I think you’re toying with me, Miss Steele.” I feign innocence. “I’m just finishing my food, Mr. Grey.”

“I could make you stay,” he threatens. “Yes, you could easily, but I don’t want you to.” He runs his hand through his hair, regarding me carefully. “You know, when you fell into my office to interview me, you were all yes sir, no sir.
I thought you were a natural born submissive. But quite frankly, Anastasia, I’m not sure you have a submissive bone in your delectable body.”
“I want the chance to explore the possibility that you do,” he murmurs
“I don’t know any other way, Anastasia. This is who I am.”

“You impossible girl.” He pulls back, gazing down at me. “Why do I think you’re telling me goodbye?”
“Because I’m leaving now.”  “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
“Christian, I have to think about this. I don’t know if I can have the kind of relation- ship you want.”

‘Anastasia, you should steer clear of me. I’m not the man for you.’ ‘I don’t do the girlfriend thing.’ ‘I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of guy.’ ‘I don’t make love.’‘This is all I know.’

“I’m profoundly grateful and touched by the great compliment accorded to me by the authorities of WSU today. It offers me a rare opportunity to talk about the impressive work of the environmental science department here at the University. Our aim is to develop via- ble and ecologically sustainable methods of farming for third world countries; our ultimate goal is to help eradicate hunger and poverty across the globe. Over a billion people, mainly in Sub-Saharan Africa, South Asia, and Latin America, live in abject poverty. Agricultural dysfunction is rife within these parts of the world and the result is ecological and social destruction. I have known what it’s like to be profoundly hungry. This is a very personal journey for me… ” Grey

“Congratulations, Miss Steele,” he says as he shakes my hand, squeezing it gently. I feel the charge of his flesh on mine. “Do you have a problem with your laptop?”
I frown as he hands me my degree. “No.” “Then you are ignoring my emails?” “I only saw the mergers and acquisitions one.” He looks quizzically at me.
“Later,” he says

“Anastasia, I need an answer from you. This waiting around is driving me crazy.”  “Christian, I… look, I’ve left my stepdad on his own.”  “Tomorrow. I want an answer by tomorrow.” “Okay. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you then.” I blink at him. He steps back, regarding me coolly, and his shoulders relax. “Are you staying for drinks?”  he asks. “I don’t know what Ray wants to do.” “Your stepfather? I’d like to meet him.” Oh no… why? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Christian unlocks the door, his mouth in a grim line. “Are you ashamed of me?” “No!” It’s my turn to sound exasperated. “Introduce you to my dad as what? ‘This is
the man who deflowered me and wants us to start a BDSM relationship’. You’re not wearing running shoes.”

“Oh, I wish I knew what you were thinking, Anastasia,” Grey

“Right now, I’m thinking, nice tie,” I breathe. He chuckles. “It’s recently become my favorite.”
I blush scarlet.
“You look lovely, Anastasia, this halter-neck dress suits you, and I get to stroke your back, feel your beautiful skin.”

“You know it’s going to be good, don’t you, baby?” he whispers. I close my eyes as my insides uncoil and melt.
“But I want more,” I whisper.
“More?” he looks down at me puzzled, his eyes darkening. I nod and swallow. Now he knows.
“More,” he says again softly. Testing the word – a small, simple word, but so full of promise. His thumb traces my lower lip. “You want hearts and flowers.”
I nod again. He blinks down at me, and I watch his internal struggle played out in his eyes.
“Anastasia.” His voice is soft. “It’s not something I know.” “Me neither.” He smiles slightly. “You don’t know much,” he murmurs.
“You know all the wrong things.”
“Wrong? Not to me.” He shakes his head. He looks so sincere. “Try it,” he whispers. A challenge, daring me, and he cocks his head to one side and smiles his crooked, dazzling smile.
I gasp, and I’m Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he’s the serpent, and I cannot resist. “Okay,”  I whisper. “What?” I have his full, undivided attention. I swallow. “Okay. I’ll try.”
“You’re agreeing?” His disbelief is evident.
“Subject to the soft limits, yes. I’ll try.” My voice is so small. Christian closes his eyes and pulls me into an embrace.
“Jesus, Ana, you’re so unexpected. You take my breath away.”

“Later, Miss Steele,”

“No fisting, you say. Anything else you object to?” he asks softly. I swallow. “Anal intercourse doesn’t exactly float my boat.” “I’ll agree to the fisting, but I’d really like to claim your ass, Anastasia. But we’ll wait
for that. Besides, it’s not something we can dive into,” he smirks at me. “Your ass will need training.”
“Training?” I whisper.
“Oh yes. It’ll need careful preparation. Anal intercourse can be very pleasurable, trust me. But if we try it and you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again.” He grins down at
me.

“So you have no sphere of reference at all?”  “No.” “It’s not as bad as you think. Your imagination is your worst enemy in this,” he whis-
pers.

“Come on, Anastasia, talking through all this, I want to fuck you into next week, right
now. It must be having some effect on you too.” Grey

“Thank you for the car, sir.” Ana

“You are one challenging woman, Ana Steele.” Grey

“It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car right now, just to show you that you are mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car,” he growls. “Now let’s get you inside and naked.” Grey

“You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet.” Grey

“You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still,”  Grey

“No bra, Miss Steele. I like that.” Grey

“Shall I make you come this way?” Grey

“You like this, don’t you, Miss Steele?” Grey

“Oh, yes. My sweet girl is all ready,”

“This is the effect you have on me, Miss Steele.”

“I want to be inside you. Take my jeans off. You’re in charge.”

“You’re innocence and enthusiasm is very disarming,”

“Now. I want to be buried inside you,”

“Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes. “Because I’m fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia.”

“If you imagine for one minute that I think you ceded control to me, well you haven’t taken into account my GPA.” I smile shyly at him. “But thank you for the illusion.”
“Miss Steele, you are not just a pretty face. You’ve had six orgasms so far and all of them belong to me,” he boasts, playful again.

“Anastasia, what was I doing? I won’t ask you again.” “You had a riding crop.” He moves my arm. “Really?” “Yes.” I am crimson. “There’s hope for you yet,” he murmurs. “I have several riding crops.”  “Brown plaited leather?” He laughs. “No, but I’m sure I could get one.”

“Anastasia, I have crossed so many lines here tonight. I have to go. I’ll see you on
Sunday. I’ll have the revised contract ready for you, and then we can really start to play.” “Play?” Holy shit. My heart leaps into my mouth. “I’d like to do a scene with you. But I won’t until you’ve signed, so I know you’re
ready.” “Oh. So I could stretch this out, if I don’t sign?” He gazes at me assessing, and then his lips twitch into a smile. “Well, I suppose you could, but I may crack under the strain.” “Crack? How?” My inner goddess has woken and is paying attention. He nods slowly, and then he grins, teasing. “Could get really ugly.” His grin is infectious.
“Ugly, how?” “Oh you know, explosions, car chases, kidnapping, incarceration.” “You’d kidnap me?” “Oh yes,” he grins. “Hold me against my will?” Jeez this is hot. “Oh yes,” he nods. “And then we’re talking TPE 24/7.” “You’ve lost me,” I breathe, my heart is pounding… is he serious? “Total Power Exchange – round the clock.” His eyes are shining,

“Oh, Anastasia Steele, did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Oh, baby,” he breathes. “Welcome to my world.”

“You should be in silks and satins, you beautiful girl. I’ll take you shopping.”

Ana calls the laptop the “mean machine”

“I like the control it brings me, Anastasia. I want you to behave in a particular way,
and if you don’t, I shall punish you, and you will learn to behave the way I desire. I enjoy punishing you. I’ve wanted to spank you since you asked me if I was gay.”

“It’s the way I’m made, Anastasia. I need to control you. I need you to behave in a certain way, and if you don’t – I love to watch your beautiful alabaster skin pink and warm up under my hands. It turns me on.”

“You beguile me, Christian. Completely overwhelm me. I feel like Icarus flying too close to the Sun,” I whisper. Ana

“Oh, Anastasia, you’ve bewitched me. Isn’t it obvious?” Grey

“Jesus, even in my sleep I’m drawn to you.” Grey

“You are as eager as ever, Miss Steele, and just to let you into a little secret, so am I. Grey

“You are incorrigible, Miss Steele,”

He’s just sex on legs

“When you’re in here, you are completely mine,” he breathes Grey

“Good. Don’t hesitate when I ask you to do something. Now I’m going to peel you out of this dress. Something I’ve wanted to do for a few days if I recall. I want you to be comfortable with your body, Anastasia. You have a beautiful body, and I like to look at it. It is a joy to behold. In fact, I could gaze at you all day, and I want you unembarrassed and unashamed of your nakedness. Do you understand?”
Grey

“When I tell you to come in here, I expect you
to kneel over there.” He points to a spot beside the door. “Do it now.” I blink processing his words, turn, and rather clumsily kneel as directed. “You can sit back on your heels.” I sit back. “Place your hands and forearms flat on your thighs. Good. Now part your knees.
Wider. Wider. Perfect. Look down at the floor.”

“We aim to please, Miss Steele,” he murmurs. “Come.”

“This grid is designed so the shackles move across the grid.” I glance up. Holy shit – it’s like a subway map.

“You look mighty fine trussed up like this, Miss Steele. And your smart mouth, quiet for now. I like that.”

“You have such a captivating, sexy ass, Anastasia Steele. What I’d like to do to it.”

“Sleep now, gorgeous girl,”

“Okay. If that’s the way you want to play it, Miss Steele.

“Don’t bite your lip,” he murmurs huskily. “I want to do that.”

“No one’s ever said no to me before. And it’s so – hot.” Grey

“I’m mad because you never mentioned Georgia to me. I’m mad because you went drinking with that guy who tried to seduce you when you were drunk and who left you when you were ill with an almost complete stranger. What kind of friend does that? And I’m mad and aroused because you closed your legs on me.” His eyes glitter dangerously

“I want you, and I want you now. And if you’re not going to let me spank you – which you deserve – I’m going to fuck you on the couch this minute, quickly, for my pleasure, not yours.”

“This is mine,” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.
“Yes, yours,”

“We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand? Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Don’t touch yourself. I want you frustrated. That’s what you do to me by not talking to me, by denying me what’s mine.” His eyes blaze anew, angry again.

“Well, Miss Steele, I feel better for that – but I still want to spank you,” he says softly.
“I don’t believe I deserve it Mr. Grey, especially after tolerating your unprovoked at- tack.”
“Unprovoked? You kissed me.” He tries his best to look wounded. I purse my lips. “It was attack as the best form of defense.” “Defense against what?”
“You and your twitchy palm.”

“I still want more,” I whisper. Ana

“For you, Anastasia, I will try.” Grey

“I’ve been prevailed upon in ways I never thought possible today.” Ana

“Well, if you’re really unlucky, I may prevail upon you some more,” Grey

“One day I will fuck you in this elevator, Anastasia, but right now you’re tired – so I think we should stick to a bed.” Grey

“You’re going to settle for plain old vanilla?” He cocks his head to one side.
“Nothing plain or old about vanilla – it’s a very intriguing flavor,” he breathes. “Since when?”  “Since last Saturday. Why? Were you hoping for something more exotic?” My inner goddess pops her head above the parapet.
“Oh no. I’ve had enough exotic for one day.” My inner goddess pouts at me, failing miserably to hide her disappointment.
“Sure? We cater for all tastes here – at least thirty-one flavors.” He grins at me lascivi- ously.
“I’ve noticed,” I reply dryly. He shakes his head. “Come on, Miss Steele, you have a big day tomorrow. Sooner you’re in bed, sooner
you’ll be fucked, and sooner you can sleep.” “Mr. Grey, you are a born romantic.” “Miss Steele, you have a smart mouth. I may have to subdue it some way. Come.”

“I am going to put these inside you, and then I’m going to spank you, not for punishment, but for your pleasure and mine.”

“Then we’ll fuck, and if you’re still awake, I’ll impart some information about my
formative years. Agreed?”

“You’ve really got a taste for this, haven’t you, Miss Steele. You’re becoming insa- tiable,” he murmurs.
“I’ve only got a taste for you,” I whisper.
“You want it, you got it, baby,” he mutters

“You com- pletely beguile me, Ana. You weave some powerful magic.”
“I’m the one beguiled,” I whisper.
“You. Are. Mine,” he says, each word a staccato. “Do you understand?”
He’s so earnest, so impassioned – a zealot. The force of his plea is so unexpected and disarming. I wonder why he’s feeling like this.
“Yes, yours,” I whisper

“We aim to please, Mr. Grey.” Ana

“I am a man of means, Miss Steele.” “I am fully aware of that, Mr. Grey. Are you going to track my phone?” I ask inno-
cently. “Actually, I’ll be quite busy this afternoon, so I’ll have to get someone else to do it.”
He smirks.
Is he joking?
“If you can spare someone to do that, you’re obviously overstaffed.”
“I’ll send an email to the head of human resources and have her look into our head count.”

“So, you’re mad at me for having dinner with an old friend.”

“Our sexual relationship was over long ago, Anastasia,” he whispers. “I don’t want anyone but you. Haven’t you worked that out yet?”

“No – don’t go. Please. I’m thrilled you’re here. I’m just trying to make you under- stand. I’m angry that as soon as I left, you had dinner with her. Think about how you are when I get anywhere near José. José is a good friend. I have never had a sexual relation- ship with him. Whereas you and her,” I trail off

“Please put these drinks on my tab, room number 612. I’ll call on you in the morning, Anastasia. Until tomorrow, Carla.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to hear someone use your full name.” Carla
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Christian murmur

“Well strike me down with a feather, Ana. He’s a catch. I don’t know what’s going on between you two though. I think you need to talk to each other. Phew – the UST in here, it’s unbearable.” She fans herself theatrically.

“Ana, honey, you’ve always had a tendency to over-analyze everything. Go with your gut. What does that tell you, sweetheart?” Carla

I stare at my fingers. “I think I’m in love with him,” I mutter. “I know darling. And he with you.” “No!” “Yes, Ana. Hell – what do you need? A neon sign flashing on his forehead?” I gape at her and tears prick the corner of my eyes. “Ana, darling. Don’t cry.”  “I don’t think he loves me.” “I don’t care how rich you are, you don’t drop everything and get in your private plane
to cross a whole continent just for afternoon tea. Go to him! This is a beautiful location, very romantic. It’s also neutral territory.”

“Darling, don’t feel you have to come back with me. I want you happy – and right now I think the key to your happiness is upstairs in room 612. If you need to come home later, the key is under the Yucca plant on the front porch. If you stay – well… you’re a big girl now. Just be safe.”

“Anastasia – enough,” he snaps back sternly, his eyes narrowing. I’m skating on thin ice, and I’m heading into danger. “Or I’ll put you across my knee.
I have no sexual or romantic interest in her whatsoever. She’s a dear, valued friend and a business partner. That’s all. We have a past, a shared history, which was monumentally beneficial for me, though it fucked up her marriage – but that side of our relationship is over.”

“I don’t think I can do it for an extended period of time. A whole weekend being some-
one I’m not.”
“No, I don’t think you could either.” And part of me feels slightly affronted and challenged. “Are you laughing at me?”  “Yes, but in a good way,” he says with a small smile. He leans down and kisses me softly, briefly. “You’re not a great submissive,” “Maybe I don’t have a good teacher.” He snorts. “Maybe. Perhaps I should be stricter with you.”

“You can always safe-word, Anastasia. Don’t forget that. And, as long as you follow
the rules, which fulfill a deep need in me for control and to keep you safe, then perhaps we can find a way forward.”

“No, Anastasia, we’re going to indulge in my second favorite pastime.” “Second?”  I frown at him. “Yep. I told you my favorite this morning.”  I glance at his glorious profile, frowning, racking my brain. “Indulging in you, Miss Steele, that’s got to be top of my list. Any way I can get you.” Oh, “Well that’s quite high up on my list of diverting, kinky priorities too.”

“What’s not fair?” “How you disarm people. Women. Me.” “Do I disarm you?” I snort. “All the time.” “It’s just looks, Anastasia,” he says mildly. “No, Christian, it’s much more than that.” His brow creases. “You disarm me totally, Miss Steele. Your innocence. It cuts through all the crap.”
“Is that why you’ve changed your mind?”  “Changed my mind?” “Yes – about … err… us?” He strokes his chin thoughtfully with his long, skilled fingers. “I don’t think I’ve changed my mind per se. We just need to re-define our parameters,
re-draw our battle lines, if you will. We can make this work, I’m sure. I want you submis- sive in my playroom. I will punish you if you digress from the rules. Other than that… well, I think it’s all up for discussion. Those are my requirements, Miss Steele. What say you to that?”

“Darling, you know what they say. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.”
I give her a lopsided, bittersweet smile. “I think I’ve kissed a prince, Mom. I hope he doesn’t turn into a frog.”

“You intoxicate me, Miss Steele, and you calm me. Such a heady combination.” He kisses my hair.

“Yes. I want you ready and waiting in my playroom in fifteen minutes.”

“You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you’re all mine,” he murmurs

“We don’t have a signed contract, Anastasia. But we’ve discussed limits. And I want to re-iterate we have safe words, okay?”

“What are they?” he asks authoritatively. I frown slightly at his question, and his face hardens perceptibly. “What are the safe words, Anastasia?” he says slowly and deliberately. “Yellow,” I mumble. “And?” he prompts, his mouth setting in a hard line. “Red,” I breathe.

“This is about touch, Anastasia. You will not be able to see me or hear me. But you’ll be able to feel me.”

“I am going to tie you to that bed, Anastasia. But I’m going to blindfold you first and,” he reveals his iPod in his hand, “you will not be able to hear me. All you will hear is the music I am going to play for you.”

“Wait here, keep your eyes on the bed. Picture yourself lying here bound and totally
at my mercy.”

“So, let me be clear. You just want me to follow the Rules element of the contract all
the time but not the rest of the contract?” “Except in the playroom. I want you to follow the spirit of the contract in the play-
room, and yes, I want you to follow the rules – all the time. Then I know you’ll be safe, and I’ll be able to have you anytime I wish.”
“And if I break one of the rules?”  “Then I’ll punish you.” “But won’t you need my permission?”  “Yes, I will.”
“And if I say no?”
“If you say no, you’ll say no. I’ll have to find a way to persuade you.” I pull away from him and stand. I need some distance. He frowns as I stare down at
him. He looks puzzled and wary again. “So the punishment aspect remains.” “Yes, but only if you break the rules.” “I’ll need to re-read them,”

“I don’t. That’s the point. I feel about punishment the way you feel about me touching you.”

“That’s how you feel?” he whispers.

“I do it for you, Christian, because you need it. I don’t. You didn’t hurt me last night.
That was in a different context, and I can rationalize that internally, and I trust you. But when you want to punish me, I worry that you’ll hurt me.”

“I want to hurt you. But not beyond anything that you couldn’t take.”

“I’ll show you how bad it can be, and you can make your own mind up.”

“We’re here because you said yes, Anastasia. And you ran from me. I am going to hit you six times, and you will count with me.”

“I am doing this so that you remember not to run from me, and as exciting as it is, I never want you to run from me,” he whispers.

I’ve fallen in love with you, Christian.”

“You can’t love me, Ana. No… that’s wrong.” He’s horrified. “Wrong? Why’s it wrong?”  “Well, look at you. I can’t make you happy.” His voice is anguished. “But you do make me happy.” I frown. “Not at the moment, not doing what I want to do.”
“We’ll never get past that, will we?” I whisper, my scalp prickling in fear. He shakes his head bleakly. I close my eyes. I cannot bear to look at him. “Well… I’d better go, then,” I murmur, wincing as I sit up. “No, don’t go.” He sounds panicked. “There’s no point in me staying.”
“I need the money that Taylor got for my Beetle.” My voice is clear and calm, devoid of emotion… extraordinary.
“Ana, I don’t want those things, they’re yours,” he says in disbelief. “Please, take them.”
“No Christian – I only accepted them under sufferance – and I don’t want them any- more.”
“Ana, be reasonable,” he scolds me, even now.
“I don’t want anything that will remind me of you. I just need the money that Taylor got for my car.” My voice is quite monotone.
He gasps. “Are you really trying to wound me?” “No.” I frown staring at him. Of course not… I love you. “I’m not. I’m trying to
protect myself,” I whisper. Because you don’t want me the way I want you. “Please, Ana, take that stuff.” “Christian, I don’t want to fight – I just need the money.”
He narrows his eyes, but I’m no longer intimidated by him. Well, only a little. I gaze impassively back, not blinking or backing down.
“Will you take a check?” he says acidly. “Yes. I think you’re good for it.”

“Taylor got a good price. It’s a classic car. You can ask him. He’ll take you home.” He nods in the direction over my shoulder. I turn, and Taylor is standing in the doorway, wearing his suit, as impeccable as ever.
“That’s fine, I can get myself home, thank you.” I turn to stare at Christian, and I see the barely-contained fury in his eyes. “Are you going to defy me at every turn?”  “Why change a habit of a lifetime?” I give him a small, apologetic shrug. He closes his eyes in frustration and runs his hand through his hair. “Please, Ana, let Taylor take you home.” “I’ll get the car, Miss Steele,”

I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing.
“I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.”
He takes another step forward, and I hold up my hands.
“Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.”
Grabbing my suitcase and my backpack, I head for the foyer. He follows me, keeping a careful distance. He presses the elevator button, and the doors open. I climb in.
“Goodbye, Christian,” I murmur.
“Ana, goodbye,”

 

 

  • Margot Ailey

    7 of 58 (yes 58! an that’s just in the 1st book): My #innergoddess sits in the lotus position looking serene. @MargotAiley The inner goddess has to go! Check out #FiftyShadesBetter blogspot

  • DD

    Does anyone know where I can find quotes when they talk at his piano??