Hey everyone, you may have come across Virtual Encounter before as it was posted on FanFiction a while back, but I decided to upload it again because quite a few people have been asking me to. So for those who have read it, I'm sorry. For the others, hope you'll enjoy it, and do remember to leave a comment.

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Christian Grey POV.

I'm mad as hell. Amber decided to fly out to Las Vegas and only told me after she landed at McCarran. Ugh! I know this isn't one of our regular days for meeting, since it's not yet Friday, but by god, if I want to fuck my sub on Wednesday evening, she'd better be here pronto! Instead I receive a text message stating that she has to be in court for her brother's hearing or some shit like that.

I know it's not really her that I'm mad at; it's this thing at work, that fucking Yoshimoto contract we've been working on for the past two months. Just today, Wilson from Legal told me they're behind on the contracts. I'm getting worked up over it again. Just breathe, Grey, nice and slowly, breathe in, hold it, let it out…This is fucking useless, what I really want to do is kick the shit out of my legal team and then fire them all, but since violence against employees is very bad, especially against a bunch of no good damn lawyers, who would sue my ass five ways to Sunday, I'm forced to sublimate and spank my trusty sub Amber, which brings me back to the other reason why I'm so frustratingly mad. She left the fucking state!

Pacing aimlessly up and down my study I'm trying to squeeze the living hell out of this poor stress relieving rubber ball my therapist recommended. The damn thing is making me more frustrated and miserable. What I really want, no what I really need is to get Amber into my bedroom and fuck her to unconsciousness.

"Fuck!" I throw the cursed ball across the room. It bounces off the glass trophy case, and I watch as the glass cracks, shards of it clattering to the ground with a jarring sound. I clench my teeth violently and a long hissing stream of air comes out. "Fucking great, now I made a mess!" I murmur to myself and drive both of my hands through my messy hair, a nervous habit from my childhood that I can't seem to get rid of.

The tightness in my pants is starting to get annoying when I'm suddenly roused from my musings by a quick knock on the door. The head of Security marches in the room, quickly surveying the surroundings with a perplexed look on his face, looking for some kind of intruder or any danger to my life or wellbeing.

Taylor is a damn good worker, a most loyal and trusted employee; he's a pleasure to work with. He's the epitome of professional behavior, but I neither need nor want to see him now, so I throw him an annoyed look, trying to brush him off. Seeing that there is no apparent danger, he squares his shoulders and stands up straight with a hint of a questioning look on his face.

"Sir, is everything alright? I'll tell Gail to clean this up." I relax the muscles of my face to a neutral expression, and wave him off.

"It's ok, Taylor, that's not necessary, she can clean it up later."

"Very well, sir." With that he spins on his heel and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I sink into my comfy leather desk chair and pick up the file I have on my frustrating sub. My eyes glide over her details again and linger on the photograph of her. Physically she's the perfect specimen, just the way I like them, slender build, sparkling blue eyes, long, shiny ebony hair...argh! Just thinking about her obediently keeling before me and taking all of me into her mouth sends my dick into overdrive. The tension in my pants is becoming uncomfortable and I need to adjust myself by aligning the shaft straight with the zipper. Right now, any kind of touch to my hard aching cock feels kind of nice, maybe I should…

"Damn it!" A curse escapes through my clenched teeth, ringing out in the vast empty space of my home office. I am not going to masturbate like some horny teenager while fantasizing about fucking my ungrateful sub. And another thing, the fantasy sadly is all wrong, but better than reality, because Amber has a horrible gag reflex; she chokes and then slobbers all over the bedroom floor in a coughing fit every time I hit the back of her throat. One time she almost bit off my cock; oral skills are really not her forte. It's like I'm fantasizing about someone else entirely and I'm getting damn hard by thinking of fucking the mouth of this mystery woman who can fully take my eight inches of meat.

My doctor suggested this new form of therapy where I write whatever I'm feeling on paper so we can analyze it later in one of our sessions. Except, what I'm feeling right now is damn horny and what I need is my sub, here in my home, on all fours, strapped to the whipping bench, helpless and soaking wet for me to flog and fuck her.

Fuck! Maybe I should write a wayward e-mail to Miss Steale depicting all the kinky things I am going to do to her when she gets here. Then I'll take a cold shower and maybe go have a few rounds of kickboxing with Taylor in the gym downstairs. I haven't met a better sparring partner than my head of Security.

I open my laptop, log onto my personal e-mail account, and start drafting the e-mail, trying to somehow get rid of all this pent up sexual energy that I'm feeling now; afterwards, I hope to get some actual work done.

To: A Steele

Subject: Frustrated

From: C Grey

Date: 01/23 22:14

Dearest Amber,

You have no idea how frustrated you make me feel because you are not available for a fuck this evening. I had some stressful meetings this morning and all I want to do is just lose myself in your fucking wet pussy and pound you hard into oblivion.

I'm so damn hard right now, thinking about fucking your warm mouth and coming all over your lovely face. You deciding to skip town instead without any notice, leaving me as hard as a stone and frustrated, well, I think you have earned yourself a punishment.

When I see you, the first thing I'm going to do is tangle my fingers in your hair and lead you to the middle of the room, forcing you to kneel, then I'll drape your body over the padded leather whipping bench.

Your ankles will be cuffed with the leather straps to the bench legs and a spreader bar will be secured just above your knees so your dripping pussy stays nice and open to me. I want your hands behind your neck, where I'll cuff your wrists with metal handcuffs.

From my chest of goodies I'll take your favorite toy, the butt plug, and shimmy your panties to the side, then I'll stroke my lube covered hand upward through the apex of your thighs, brushing your sopping folds, going to your sweet puckered rosette and lube it up good. Oh, baby, I know that's cold...here, suck on it, make it moist and warm, you know it'll go straight up your ass.

I'd like you to open wide and relax for me now. Yeeesss...There you go. You are such a good girl, Amber.

Twenty lashes with the nine tails across your back, ass, and thighs will make them my favorite shade of pink and I want to hear you meow and purr with pleasure receiving it. And your skin all pink and warm, the color that suits you very much.

And when the time comes, I will relieve you of your soaked panties, probably rip them in half off of your warm rosy ass and then sink two of my fingers into your dripping pussy, rotating them, thrusting them deep inside you, stroking your pulsating inner walls, stretching you, making you beg for me to fuck you already.

Finally, I'll pull down the zipper of my tattered jeans and take my cock out, driving straight into your throbbing pussy, holding you by your ponytail and fucking you with abandon. Ah, I can feel you climax all around me, your walls contracting with spasms, but I'm not done yet, I want to fuck you some more until you come, screaming and quivering for a second time. Fuck, ahh, I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick hard all around and you pull me down into a shattering orgasm together with you. I remove the anal plug and still feel your inner walls throbbing; your whole body is shaking, missing the fullness of the plug. You are pulsating erratically again, kneading my dick between your folds, massaging it while you ride off another orgasmic spiral of anal pleasure.

Amber, be prepared, you will be sore.

Sincerely,

C Grey

Well…this certainly helped me. I hit the send button and decide to read my email again when I realize with horror the damn autocorrect the computer made on its own!

It's Steale, not Steele!

Anastasia Steele POV.

Sitting at my desk with my second cup of coffee this morning, I take a look at my emails and sigh. I don't think I'll ever get on top of them. They just keep coming. It never stops. My only sane moment in this busy environment is being able to have my personal emails open in the back browser so I don't miss out on any gossip. Just like any other day, I open a new browser and log in to my emails before minimizing the screen and working on a project that will take up most of my morning.

Who on earth is C. Grey?

There's an email from someone I don't know. I open it and start reading. Oh my! This is definitely not intended for me. Someone called Amber…oh…I turn my face away from the computer screen. I know I just blushed. Should I keep reading? By the time my mind makes the decision I'm already going fast through the email.

She's really getting it from him. What I wouldn't give to be fucked by someone…as hard as he's fucking her I might say. I haven't had a relationship in almost a year. I know I shouldn't, but I feel I owe it to my body to read this email to the end.

I continue reading and I'm aware my lower lip is pulsating from being held between my teeth. What am I doing? I don't bite my lip! This email…oh…it's certainly getting my juices running.

Perhaps someone sent it as a joke? I look around me in the office but everybody is minding their own business. Clearly this C. Grey is into BDSM. Not my cup of tea but oh my, is this what it's all about? From what he's saying, I'll take everything but the lashing.

Stop listening to your needy body, Ana! My mind is always here to wake me up.

I deliberately minimize the Gmail screen and focus on um…my work emails. Is my breathing shallow? Argh! I place my hands on the edge of the desk and push off. The chair I'm sitting on slides backwards on its wheels and I swivel around, stopping right next to the window, looking outside. I need sex. I really do. I've had a very dry year and this is the closest I've gotten to fucking. Ok, getting wet. But good wet. Scary wet. Should I email him back? Am I that gutsy? No. I know I'm not.

I pull back to my desk and ignore the stares from my colleagues. They've seen me doing this before. No big deal.

Let me read that email again. Mm….pounding me hard into oblivion, tick, my dripping pussy open for him…tick, lubing my puckered rosette…mmm…tick, although I don't think I will need any lubing at all. Listening to me purring with pleasure…tick, ripping my panties off ...tick, sinking fingers into my dripping pussy and rotating….mm…thrusting deep inside…making me beg…tick. Fucking me with abandon…tick, my body shaking from the orgasm…tick. Oh my! Did I just feel throbbing in my…oh this is not good, Anastasia, not good at all.

Okay, think. Think! He doesn't know me, and I don't know him. I don't care. I'll write back. If I can't have sex in real life I'm sure I'll get close this way.

To: C Grey

Subject: Re: Frustrated

From: A Steele

Date: 01/24 9:43

Dear Mr. Grey

I enjoyed reading your email and I feel I must add my comments to it.

To begin with, my name is not Amber. Sorry about that.

It's Miss Steele, and I am in need of being fucked just as much as you want to fuck me.

I'm not usually this brave. In fact, if I describe myself I would say I'm someone who is quiet, shy, always led by others, and would rather obey than fight back. But since you don't know me, or I you, I might as well tell you.

How did you know my hair is tied in a ponytail, ready for you, who is waiting to pull it and to take me to the whipping bench? I haven't seen one yet but I am sure you will be more than happy to introduce me to it. At this stage...any bench will do for me.

As for butt plugs, I must be honest, I do love them. Being bent down with my panties off, open for you... please, just fuck me already. My sodden folds can't hold off any more. I've had so many flash burns in my groin I've lost count. You like me to purr, don't you? Just twist the butt plug inside of me and you'll hear of the places I only dream of…

How about this? With your cock out, you come in front of me and straight into my mouth, jabbing it deep inside my throat. I'm licking myself off of you, tasting our juices and, ah, I love it. You tangle your fingers in my hair, taking control and push me harder and deeper onto you. That's exactly what I like. Your cock in my mouth. Hard. Thick. Needy. I hear your groans again and I know you are coming. With one last grunt you pull out and spurt your life all over my face. Fuck... I love that!

I believe I have pleased you, Master.

Your turn now.

A. Steele

Oh my, I am so naughty. I wonder what he'll think of this email.