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Chapter 3 | Let’s Make My Baby Proud
“Good morning Andrea, any calls?” I really do not want to be here today, or any day since Ana left me. I am sleeping and my dreams are about Ana. I can also hear her giggling throughout the apartment. I actually heard her whisper my name last night and felt her kiss my cheek in my sleep. Even thoughts of her have kept my night terrors at bay; I wonder how long that will last. It seems my relationship with her has had an even more profound effect on my life than either of us believed. Ana always worried about being enough for me. My thoughts of her and how she would react to my knee-jerk reactions causes me to take a pause and think before I act. Do not get me wrong I have not gone all hearts and flowers with my business. I will always be Christian Grey, CEO Grey Enterprise Holding, Incorporated and all that implies, but outside these doors and without this suit, it feels good to be Christian.
“Your messages are on your desk Mr. Grey. Mrs. Lincoln has called every hour on the hour; she says it is urgent.” I shake my head; I bet it is. That hag will not leave me the fuck alone. How fucking much rejection can one person take. She always convinced me she was the epitome of control. She has called, texted, emailed and carrier pigeon me every mother-fucking day for the past two weeks. What kind of control does that show? More like a desperate old bitch with nothing else better to do than bother me. I know good and well she is slithering around trying to take Ana’s place…HA!!!
As if…it will be a cold day in these nuts if that old sack of shit even comes sniffing around down here Grey. You can believe THAT slick. Just try me.
“Thank you Andrea. Mrs. Lincoln is now on the proscribed list for calls, appointments and visits. If she gives you any trouble, let her know I added her name”, the cheesy grin on her face says it all. I know Andrea the world does not like her and it has taken me all these years to figure out why.
Never mind that shit; hindsight is crystal clear. Present day is all that matters and in the here and now, we are off limits to that hard up ho. Listen to me dude. You and I both know we where the best man to ever fuck her. She was all over us and has managed to have a leash on the caliber of pussy available since we got away from her. NOW there is a new sheriff in town and she cannot handle it. She is behaving like this is some type of competition and we KNOW it is not. Besides, if it were, she would be out of her league.
“Yes sir, Mr. Grey. Would you like any coffee?”
“No, I will be fine Andrea.” And I will be fine. I have been surviving well these past three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, twelve minutes, three seconds and counting, but I miss my Ana.
“Mrs. Lincoln is at the security desk and refuses to leave. I told her, she is now on the proscribed list for appointments, calls and visits; however, she is very insistent.” Meaning she is belligerent and raising all kinds of fucking hell downstairs.
Is that wrinkled witch of the West coast for real?
“Andrea, let security know I will be there to handle Mrs. Lincoln personally.” I take a deep cleansing breath, public display of embarrassment is what she wants, who am I to deny her. I guess this decent day will end badly after all. I am so glad I followed through with John’s recommendation to contact the District Attorney about her abuse. I filled my parents, Elliott and Mia in on every detail of our liaison. Every whip, flogger, cane and nipple clamp. Needless to say, I impressed Elliott…asshole.
He should stop thinking you are gay and take some fucking notes. We can show HIM how it is done.
After an immense amount of yelling, screaming, yes there is a difference between the two, and crying I feel like the weight of the world has lifted. Somehow I also feel closer to my family.
My father explained to all of us that the statute of limitation has run out, but recommended I still report her actions to the District Attorney, in the event someone else needs my experience as proof that she is a repeat time offender. I explained that we had a BDSM relationship beginning at age 15. The court officers said they only needed to know about the years when I was still a minor, nothing more. They also told me that although 16 is the age of consent in the state of Washington that does not give an adult, someone over the age of 18, permission to have sexual encounters with a minor.
Ana and Flynn have said this to you countless times. Does it somehow make sense or is the world conspiring to depict that overage tea-bagger as a pedophile?
How many times have I told you I understand? You and I both know how I felt about myself at the time and I do not remember you complaining about the screw-fest schedule, correct? Well… That is what the fuck I thought. So, spare me your “one-eyed” hindsight.
I also contacted my personal and business lawyers as well as the Public Relations Department at Grey House to make them a pries of the general situation, just in case. In the event more detail is required, then I will reevaluate any additional information I give them. The word ‘minor’ was all they needed to know.
The elevator doors open and the first floor goes silent. I have to laugh. Would you believe they all scatter like rats from a sinking ship? I did not think I could clear my own lobby. I will have to keep that in mind. Reception and Security will be the only direct witnesses to this tete-a-tete. No worries, this is the reason for the Non Disclosure Agreements.
Right, showtime Grey.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Lincoln. I understand you are having difficulty comprehending my business decision by making a scene regarding your addition to the proscribed contact list. I have come to make my wishes abundantly clear to you face to face.” Taylor has a questioning look on his face. He is wondering what the fuck I am up to. I put the devil bitch on the list myself. I did not leave this to him, although I am certain he would have loved pulling up the database and typing the shit in all capital letters himself. I chuckle at the thought.
“Oh, Christian! Darling! Please explain to these imbeciles exactly who I am and why I am here. I told you before I should have a badge and free access to your office so I do not have this type of exhausting situation. You really should make my position in your life more widely known.” She has an arrogant tone and is in her Domme stance.
I KNOW she is not directing that shit at us. I told you Grey, a frigid day down here. Just the sound of her inhaling near you and us will have to dream of how to come.
I hear you dammit.
Did you not just say ‘showtime Grey’?
All the fuck I did was walk up to the desk. I know how the cow operates. As do I. Just take a rest and let me deal with this.
“Mrs. Lincoln, you will address me as Mr. Grey, only.” She would get too much of a thrill out of calling me sir. “I am not interested in anything you have to say.” Taylor looks the he wants to punch the air. I know he has waited for this day for a long time. Judging by the shocked expression on Elena’s face, this was not a response she ever considered receiving from me, especially not in public.
“Christian! How could you be so cold toward me?” The bitch has the gaul and audacity to look hurt. Nice try Elena, I know what hurt looks like and that is not it.
“Mrs. Lincoln, you will exchange any information you have for me via our respective lawyers.” I turn to leave knowing she will have a snide remark or “attention getter”. Watch her Grey. No doubt buddy. I planned this scene out in full. I know what her next action will be. What the world does not understand and some Dom/Dommes forget is being a Submissive does not mean being a mindless sexual tool. A Submissive has to anticipate what their Dom/Domme wants. The Submissive has to be ready to fulfill the Dom/Domme’s request at a moments notice. Elena was good at simply saying, ‘pleasure me’. Then, I used my imagination, fast, to devise a new way to get her off. I ran through my repertoire of her preferred sex acts conscious not to repeat a recent experience. Believe me, there is a plethora of shit she loves and we did it all. Not fitting the bill resulted in severe punishment. There were times I crawled in the front door of my parent’s home and laid in the foyer wiling my body to seep into the floorboards before someone saw me. Elliott’s dumbass would laugh on his way upstairs, shake his head and tell me I was stupid for running so hard. ‘You’re gonna regret it one day’ he would say to me. Little did he know, I regretted it then; at least at that point. I was always ready for our next session though.
Enough memory lane shit Grey. The ho-hag is still here; focus.
“Well, I never…” bullshit, she does not know the meaning of the word ‘never’. “Christian, come back here right now! I demand you speak with me!” Whatever bitch.
And of course, in true Elena Lincoln fashion she yells across the lobby in an attempt to rattle me, “I guess you are not interested in the tidbit of information I have; even though it can affect your relationship with your fiancée’.”
I am so fucking sick of this shit Grey. Put this “bitch from the past” out of our misery.
I stop abruptly and take another cleansing breath.
She thinks she is doing something now. Smug bitch.
I look at Taylor then nod. The whore actually thought she was going to move past the front door. Get real troll. Ryan stepped in front of her and I came up to stand beside him.
“Christian, aren’t you going let me pass?
HA! That is a good one; not on my life. “No.”
“Considering the topic at hand, I do not believe it is good business to discuss this matter in the lobby of your building.”
“It is my building and my employees. What goes on here is under my control. Anything leaving this venue does so at it’s own risk. Besides, coming from someone with absolutely no home training, I know for a fact you know nothing about grace or decorum, so let’s not talk about good business decisions.” I look at my watch, she has 30 seconds to get to the point then I am gone.
“Christian, I am positive you do not want reception or security to hear what I have to say.” No; this time she is really, really wrong. The more people who hear this discussion and see her reaction, the better. She shifts her beady little eyes from side to side like she is about to impart the Meaning of Life and only wants me to know it. I have to restrain my laugh. I look at my watch again, 25 seconds and counting. Taylor looks like he running late for lunch; it is a comical expression and, again, I have to hold my desire to laugh.
“I told you how to deliver any information you have for me. Since you choose not to follow simple instructions, we will have to do this with an audience.” Never stopped her before. She is the epitome of exhibitionism. I look at my watch, again, 18 seconds. Taylor has his arms crossed over his chest and a ‘hurry the fuck up bitch’ look on his face. Ryan is almost sweating bullets. He does not know what is going to happen. Being new, he has not Elena and I square off. Watch and learn. I am not even going to tap my toe. I clasp my hands behind and wait. She swears she ‘knows my body language’, then she will get the fucking memo and get the fuck out of my building.
“Fine. The Seattle Times and the Seattle Nooze each have headline articles about you going to the gala without Anastasia. They have your statement regarding her whereabouts or the lack there of should I say.” She should not say anything. Is that it? That is all she has? I thought Taylor was playing, but now he looks like he is missing out on a quickie with Gail, Ryan looks confused and I am disappointed. This was Elena’s chance to shine and all she can do is reiterate the statements I made. Pauvres dans la pauvreté pusycat. 12 seconds remaining.
“Now Christian, I know you are hurting. She has no right or reason to leave you, especially after professing your love for her. I know what being alone does to you; how you become stressed and need help maintaining calm. I just want to be sure you have everything you need in order to stay in control of the situation, until someone better comes along. You know I can help with that. Do not forget, I know you better than anyone, even your family. You and I have a complex history. I am here for you to lean on in your time of need.”
Is this bitch for real? Grey, if you do not shut her down and I fucking mean now, I will drift so far into your psyche you will be too scared to keep your eyes open. Get rid of this piece of shit. NOW!
I know he is right; discretion be damned.
“Taylor”, I simply hold my hand open. Taylor hands me the information I need and I pass it on Elena.
“What is this?” I say nothing. I do not even raise an eyebrow; curiosity killed the cat. She will look at it:
RCW 9A.44.089 Child molestation in the third degree
A person is guilty of child molestation in the third degree when the person has or knowingly causes another person under the age of eighteen to have, sexual contact with another who is at least fourteen years old but less than sixteen years old and not married to the perpetrator and the perpetrator is at least forty-eight months older than the victim; child molestation in the third degree is a class C felony.
“What the fuck is this about?”
Is this broad dense or what? At least the botox has not prevented all of her facial muscles from functioning. The look in her face right now actually is priceless.
Too true my friend.
“Christian, why are you giving me this? What is the meaning of this, this, this outrage? I have done nothing but take you under my wing…”
Via her left tit.
“…in an attempt to sharpen your dynamic abilities…”
Translation, instruct us how not to come, even after the boys are turn blue and I am throbbing. Then there is a not so little matter of our width and girth and the added attraction of our stamina. I can fuck like a stallion for hours. Bitch, please.
“…and this is the way you repay me, with threats?”
This is the same old fucking routine, pardon the pun, and we are bored.
By all means, let her have it fellas.
“Mrs. Lincoln, what you have in your hands is a reminder of the vulgarity of our relationship. I am not 15 years old anymore and I am not on bended knee waiting for you to part your legs. I can get a fresh, young piece of ass any-fucking-where I want. I can even order it from Pussy’s-R-Us so do not give me your bullshit about taking me under your wing, sharpening my dynamics or our exacerbated and vulgar exploitation of my youth. We were never friends and we will never be friends. There is nothing you can tell me that will either surprise me or have any bearing on my life. I already know about your ongoing contact with every fucking sub I have ever had both in my Playroom and out. I also know about your meddling in my business ventures and your allegiance with those who would just as well have me drawn and quartered. Then there is your perpetual inclination toward underage males. You might want to finish reading the document in your hand.”
RCW 9A.44.086 Child molestation in the second degree
A person is guilty of child molestation in the second degree when the person has, or knowingly causes another person under the age of eighteen to have, sexual contact with another who is at least twelve years old but less than fourteen years old and not married to the perpetrator and the perpetrator is at least thirty-six months older than the victim; child molestation in the second degree is a class B felony.
Now she is frowning. I can see the wheels and hear her thoughts, ‘ he was 15 when we started’, ‘why is he giving me information regarding a boy 14 or younger’?
RCW 9A.44.083 Child molestation in the first degree
A person is guilty of child molestation in the first degree when the person has, or knowingly causes another person under the age of eighteen to have, sexual contact with another who is less than twelve years old and not married to the perpetrator and the perpetrator is at least thirty-six months older than the victim; child molestation in the first degree is a class A felony.
And now she blanches. I FUCKING KNEW IT! Fuck pictures or what Welch found out. I knew it the day she told me to go ahead to rowing practice when I desperately wanted to see her. I just started school and the day was really fucked up. I needed her that day and she told me she did not have time for me. I thought she was with Linc for whatever reason. On my home from practice, where I got into a fight with the captain of our 8-boat, I saw some little prick coming from the back of her house. He had a confused look on his face. I remember looking like that the day she slapped-kissed-slapped me. I knew she was fucking around with him. He was not a kid I recognized and since my folks refused to let me go for my run that night I could not talk to Elena about him; not that she would have told me the truth. I would have believed anything she said though. What a fool I have been. I am getting more pissed at myself as the seconds pass.
Get to the fucking point Grey.
“Do not cross me bitch.”
“The statue of limitation has run out on you; you understand that right?”
“Yes, but it has not run out on Patrick and Christopher, each age 15, Michael, Logan and Nelson, each age 13 and the newest member of your brood, Zachary at the pristine young age of 12. I have pictures of them all, in an assortment of sexual positions performing various sexual acts with you. I will also remind you, breaking skin with instruments of punishment shows up well in black and white photographs and is the epitome of abuse in a color photo.”
I love smearing this shit in her face.
I hate to admit it, but she wears an impassive expression like none other. However, Elena forgets that I know all of her expressions, facial and non-facial. Being a Dom means paying close attention to detail. To those not familiar with BDSM this is micromanaging a situation, but when doing a scene it means I am in control. I can give either pleasure or pain depending on my desire. At this point in time, I desire personal submission from Elena. This is different from sexual submission for her. This is turning over the keys to her queendom, me, which translates into pain.
There are whole body expressions ranging from a change in stance to the bat of an eye, a change in breathing pattern or the dilation of the eyes. For Elena there is a sequence to her changes, a specific order that never changes. First, she stops speaking for at least three minutes, next her face softens and her eyes dilate as if on cue and lastly, she smiles. Then, she truly resembles Satan.
Let the beatings begin.
Not this time. If “sequence” changes, if she deviates from its order, that is when the punishment is at its worse.
Hard limits be damned.
She is no longer in control. Elena without control is like pining a pissed off alley cat in a corner; she is all claws.
“Now, you are free to leave Mrs. Lincoln. And do not dark in any of my doorways ever again.”
“As you wish my darling boy. Know that I will forgive you when you comeback to me; and you will comeback to me.”
Can I flip her off?
Man, how juvenile are you?
You tell me asshole.
Mission Pimp Slap the Bitch Troll accomplished. Now, I can go back to my spreadsheets and thoughts of my Ana. I know Ana would be proud of me.
Anastasia Rose Steele, I love you. I want to love, cherish and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine, always. Share my life with me. Marry me. It feels like forever since I heard those words.
“Steele, come on, let’s go out we can have a few drinks, meet a few guys and take it from there.”
“Kate, what about Elliott?”
“I love Elliott, but I am not blind. I can go look at whatever eye candy is on display; you can too.”
“Kate, I don’t think this is a good idea. Christian…”
“Forget about Mr. Moneybags. I don’t see how you put up with him anyway Steele. He’s so controlling it’s ridiculous. He’s an overbearing, arrogant, bully. How can you put up with him Steele? I know he’s gorgeous and has more money than the US Treasury, but come on get real Steele…he’s a creep.”
NO! Oh my God. She is as bad as you said. She’s my best friend. I can’t loose Kate. Then I’ll be all alone. Once I start crying it’s almost impossible for me to stop. I’ve cried so much these last three and a half months, the employee’s of Puff’s should be set for life.
Yeah, you can turn on the waterworks can’t you? What’s the matter Steele, same dream?
Yeah. Kate’s trying to get me to go out and forget about Christian. You have to understand, Kate loves me, she’s only thinking of my well being…my best interest. Why do I sound like I’m defending her actions? I know how she feels about Christian. She never has liked him. I’m not really sure I understand why, but I know it is true.
Are you trying to convince me or you?
I’m not trying to convince anyone. I know Kate. She just wants to see me happy. She has a point. Christian can be controlling, overbearing and arrogant.
Well, since we’ve already had this discussion and it seems as though you’re going to regurgitate what you’ve heard in your dreams, I’m going back to sleep. You can figure this one out on your own.
NO! WAIT! I also dreamed of his proposal, in the boathouse. I can still hear his words. They were so lovely and he looked so sincere, so full of love for me. I shake my head. I miss Christian. I miss talking with him about my day, I miss him telling me about his day, when he sees fit. I miss him. I look at the clock it’s 2AM. I wonder if he’s asleep.
There’s no law saying you can’t call him.
I can’t do that to him. He doesn’t sleep enough as it is. Although, he slept well when we were together. Part of me wonders if he’s having nightmares. I’ve seen pictures of him in different newspapers and magazines. He looks happy, carefree. He looks his age, it really is wonderful to see.
I wonder if I’ve crossed his mind at all. I haven’t heard from him since we talked about attending the gala and my security detail.
Call him. You’re not going to get any sleep until you do, whether you reach him or not. Dial his number.
You’re right. I call Christian’s cell phone, it rings four times, but he doesn’t answer.
“Grey. Leave a message.” Beep.
“Hi Christian. I apologize for calling at this hour. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to hear your voice and tell you I miss you. Give me a call when you get time. I love you Christian.”
I guess he’s alright after all.
Go back to sleep Steele. We’ll hear from him tomorrow…I hope.
Pauvres, pauvres pussycat. | Poor, poor pussycat.
Quote from Nibbles in the cartoon Tom & Jerry: The Two Mouseketeers